SeanWolf wrote:"So saith the lycan kissed by Mother Moon" Hawk replies before adding "I'd watch throwing that word Genocidal Monster around like that. We dealt with your kind before on many occasions and while it appears you are in control..." Looking over, Hawk's right arm then shifts to that of his other-side, all steel and chrome along with very sharp claws, before shifting back and saying "...I wouldn't want to be near you if it's your time when the moon dances with the sun." With a cracking of his neck, he goes on to ask both of them "So what training do you have in mind for us?"
"If you were implying that I might loose control and become violent..." The Lycan frowned.
"Then you have never encountered a Lycan from Earth before in your life."
"We don't 'loose control,' nor do we have any association with the moon." Eira interjected.
"Our transformations are at will, voluntary, and controlled by specialized muscles. So unless you're a steak..." Eira held up her plate with the large raw steak on it.
"You have no need to be concerned about us getting aggressive or attacking."
Randy nodded.
"Now that that's cleared up, your training will have to wait until tomorrow. If it's just you there, then you will likely be sparring with a veteran champion."
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Deske wrote:"A quarter of a millennia old and you barely look a day over a century. If I didn't know better I'd be jealous. I'm not looking forward to looking old and gross in my 60's," He said with a grin. "After having to ride in on a dropship, I don't think I'm going to pass up the opportunity to fly this time."
MT took off when the Ibis did and followed along beside it.
"Try 600. According to the Beacon's public network, medical technology there has the ability to potentially slow the aging process."
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Deske wrote:Ulrich steps up onto the dropship, taking a seat nearer to the door.
Neon Icy Wings wrote:Tatiana chuckled at Kol's misunderstanding of the phrase as they stepped into the drop ship. "It's just a phrase... I actually don't know what it came from. All I know is it's used to refer to the high and mighty or people higher up the chain of command." She sat down and strapped in. "Ah, this day feels like it's been goin' forever. Then again, for an invasion it was kinda short so I guess it balances out."
~\Rook/~ wrote:Traci follows suit getting into the dropship and chose somewhere to sit. "Oh she doesn't mind anyone being 'unprofessional', she just forgets that she can let loose too when in public. I understand though, talking with my friends at the C.I.D was mostly about the work. Only the rare times me and Rika had time off together was when we both could talk about anything and everything~!" Traci replied as she strapped herself in, talking at a higher speed now.
"So what do the two of you usually talk about, if you don't mind me asking?" Recon inquired while they waited for the ship to take off.
Welsh Halfwit wrote:"Ta, boss," Jenny said blithely before getting into the ship. "I'll let you drive," she added, sitting and strapping in. "As I don't know where we're going and all." She turned to Quint. "You two doing OK, Quint" she asked with a smile.
Legotron123 wrote:As the group got onto the ship, Quint sat down next to Jenny, giving her a faint, yet friendly smile to match her own as she asked how he and his partner were doing.
Buster wrote:kol huffs, muttering something about another metal box, before climbing aboard and finding a seat."I think your language needs new expressions. He dropped pretty fast for someone who's supposed to be 'mighty'." kol states, taking a seat and pulling off her helmet. "long enough that the air inside is stale and warm. i think this thing needs a recharge... or a metalsmith." kol states gesturing to her armor. as if in answer something inside one of the plates marred with scorch marks from a hit shorted, an audible pop and a single spark being released as one half of the status screen on her wrist guard blacked out.
"Okay definitely a smith..."
Hivemind sighed.
"We'll get your armor fixed, Kol. I'll bring down a spare for you to use in the meantime. It won't be as good as that one, but it will keep your temperature regulated."
Welsh Halfwit wrote:"Diligitus," Jenny repeated. "They seem to be something that draws power from - and gives power to - love. The more there is, the stronger it is. Concerns? Yeah. A few. What if the feelings you're feeling aren't all yours but influenced by an avatar like some of the others we've seen these few weeks? Is the advice being given for free or is there a price to come later? That sort of thing. But, from what little I've seen, it seems to concentrate on Kolt because he needs to remember people love him, Quint." Now it was a slightly brighter smile. "He already knows that, too. But he's just forgotten, I think. I think you can trust this Diligitus not to want to hurt him. If he does?" She put her hand on Quint's/Kolts and put as much 'play' into her tone as she could. "We'll have to kick his bottom!"
"Diligitis is the sentient form of love." Hivemind corrected, interrupting perhaps a bit tactlessly.
"The nature of love is to give of oneself with no expectation of reward. Simply because you care about the person you're giving it to. If Diligitis gives you a gift, you are not obligated to pay any price. He doesn't expect you to, at least." He explained briefly.
Finally, once everyone was on board, the Ibis started to lift into the air. The engines came to life, and the ship blasted off at high speed toward the team's last stop for the night. Again though, due to the dampeners, the only indication they were accelerating on the inside was a mild force and the world moving past them seen through the windows.
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~\Rook/~ wrote:Rika is sitting in one of the chairs on the bridge, leaned back slightly with her legs crossed and arms behind her head. She also seems to be humming to herself.
Hawkfang42 wrote:"Oh, I was just lost thinking in my head about totally important things." Nat said, then paused, "Okay, it wasn't important, I'm sorry, sir." he finished, walking over to the predator drone.
Buster wrote:seeing the 'kid' or atleast what he thought was a kid, walking towards the portal with seemingly no sense of urgency,"Yeah i'm not waiting." kobor grumbled, taking control of predator. before scooping nat up with one hand and then stuffing him into predator's maw and digitizing him. timing it so he'd disappear from the physical world a fraction of a second before the hulking machine's jaw closes around where he's been.
A moment later, the hybrid would rematerialize at the back of the bridge, kobor not realizing the setting haddn't been switched from crew back to passenger yet after preadator picked up Hannabelle.
"there, explosion magnet is aboard. can we go?" kobor states, sounding both bored and irritated.
"Please don't do that again." Predator said.
"My jaws can easily crush most organic beings, and you do not have a computer's sense of timing or precision."
Welsh Halfwit wrote:Hannabelle walked the bridge for a moment, wearing a bored kind of face. "War droids never did master the niceties," she reminded Gear, putting a 'hand' on his 'shoulder'.
"Yeah..." Gear said, fidgeting slightly.
"That's somethin' you'll have to work on, Predator!" He called out to the droid.
"If I had given you a clear warning, you may have backed out or changed your mind. The phrase 'easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission' comes to mind." the voice around them said.
"Still though, I will take that into account during my socialization practice today. And... Sorry about that."
Gear sighed.
"guess he's got a point..." he mumbled as Predator took off into the air.
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Hawkfang42 wrote:I understand, Hive, though this feels kind of preachy." Brad said
Hivemind scowled slightly.
"It may sound 'preachy' but it's only that way because these rules the champions have are literally life and death. Follow them, lives are saved. Break them, lives are lost." Hivemind shook his head and continued.
"The first rule to understand about the Champions is that Champions do not kill their opponents. The only exceptions being during large-scale invasions and as an absolute last resort to save the lives of civilians. Even then, the death will be investigated to determine if it was necessary or not. Understand?"
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Welsh Halfwit wrote:Messalca shrugged and tidied a few papers up to make it look like she was doing things. "They can always stop here," she offered. "Cells are kinda basic but the door'll be left open if needed and drink made available. TOURIST drink, of course."
Hivemind couldn't help but laugh a bit.
"I... don't think they'll be needing a drink." he said before looking a little uncomfortable.
"Tell me, Sheriff... Do you believe in ghosts?"
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Welsh Halfwit wrote:"Guid t' see we've summat in common, like," Sarah told the Hivebot. "We 'dapt t' the situation bu', when it's b'yond us, we c'n get defensive, like? Same f'r ye?"
Hivemind shrugged.
"I don't think it's really defensive to admit you don't know how an extradimensional paradise run by a demigod who likes to break rules would work. If I claimed I did, I would be quite insane."
Hlaoroo wrote:"All right! Ah'll dae it!" Cailean enthuses. He takes a deep breath to steady himself and then shuts his eyes and does as told.
Welsh Halfwit wrote:"Fig'r som'un's wakin' up," Sarah said, watching Cailean.
"Well, welcome back to the land of the living! Literally!" Hivemind laughed.
"So how's it going? Did you see your family? Why are you back so early without Conall?"
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Hlaoroo wrote:"Ah think ye might ken who it is." Conall signs to Dabry, having read the cat's lips but forgetting that he doesn't know sign. "We're... Kinda on a different ship but wi' th' same crew. It's a long story. Remind me tae tell ye some time."
Seeing the blank look on the feline's face, Aggie quickly translates for him.
Welsh Halfwit wrote:Dabry laughed. "Easier if you tell Aggie," he told Connal, "and she can tell me. I have to learn Sign whilst I'm up here."
The old man smiled and tapped his cane into the ground before standing up.
"I have somewhere I am needed, I'm afraid. It shouldn't take long. Go ahead and catch up while I'm gone." With that, he walked off down the road and vanished like smoke behind some rocks.
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Welsh Halfwit wrote:"Oh," Corp said, reaching down to greet the Feline. "You know, Captain," he added, "I think the strangest thing about this universe is probably wrapping itself around our legs right now."
The cat purred in response to the attention.
Legotron123 wrote:”While I appreciate the attempt to make me feel better Corp, I’m not in the mood for jokes at the moment.” Liz said, taking a quick moment to gently pat Snowball’s head before moving to the couch and burying her head in her hands. She gave out a very audible (if slightly muffled) annoyed groan before lifting her head back out of her hands and glaring angrily at nothing in particular. ”Stupid cryptic git. He can’t just drop something like that on us like that and then immediately follow it up with “I can’t provide too many details.” Because then I have draw conclusions without sufficient information, and I hate that.”
Lewis meanwhile, seemed to be doing his best to act like the last minutes didn’t happen, plugging some earbuds in and listening to music as he desperately tried to avoid think about the fact that you could apparently VISIT THE DEAD HOW DID ANY OF THAT WORK!?!?!?!?
Snowball's head and ears suddenly perked up as if she had just heard something. The fluffy white cat bounded off toward the kitchen, meowing at anyone who would listen, and purring loudly once she got there. The three would hear a voice from the kitchen. It was a very friendly sounding voice, like that of a grandparent.
"Aww, hello to you too, Snowball. Such a sweet kitty you are!" the voice said. An old, weathered hand could be seen scritching Snowball under the chin and around the neck, much to the cat's delight.
"Hmm... in hindsight I should have used the door... I'll have to make a note of that for later... Whelp! Hindsight is 20/20! Even when you can't see." The owner of the hand stood up and walked around the corner. It was, of course, the Hobomancer. The old man beamed at the three with the warmest smile they would have ever seen. Corp would be able to tell this man absolutely radiated love, compassion, charity, and mercy like an emotional supernova.
"I'm sorry for the intrusion, but the 'man upstairs' told me there were some folks here who needed a bit of comfort and guidance." he said, leaning on his cane and stroking his long santa-beard.
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Buster wrote:"frure!" she mumbles.
Welsh Halfwit wrote:Still hungry and remembering where he'd been going, Jaken chose to reach behind himself and hook his arms around June's legs to 'pick her up' onto his back and he just about managed to lift his 'hat' into a 'backpack'. "C'mon, Shark hat," he said cheerily, staggering forwards.
The hive droid followed along, laughing at the antics of the two kids.
"What are you in the mood for, Jaken? I think you've earned your pick of whatever restaurant you feel like eating at."