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Max "Holy crap!" Max blurts, staring at the enormous munchling. How the heck is that one so much bigger than the others? Are they water-absorbent, or something? Oh. That must be why they're so hungry. As the big one charges, the elf recalls a warning against getting between a mother bear and her cubs, something one of his relatives had said, rather than her fey fellows. It was one of the reasons why he'd never been keen on camping. "I'm going to try to lure the little ones off! Maybe she'll follow!" As the other Max scatters like ten-pins on impact with an angry, toothy bowling ball, the pointy-eared one leaps back the way the crew came, crossing ten paces or more at a bouncing stride. They'd passed a tree leaking weird-colored sap on the way; since it and the munchlings were part of the same warped ecosystem, it stood to reason they wouldn't be harmed by it.
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Max started to pull himself together. Apparantly he should have reinforced his joints too. He made a mental note for later. What concerned him more was that the drat thing was only stopped by Momo, but not for long. He needed a new plan of attack, this bone switching thing was far more complicated then he'd thought it was. He could see the elf-Max trying to lure it away from the group, but it would be useless. She was after the babies... Unless Maxie had one of the babbies, mother dearest was not going to follow. But it looked like she'd come to that conclusion herself. Now... where had his leg got off too?
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 Her eyes narrow, she had pulled most of them off the Miguel when she turned to the others attempting to stop the rampaging mother. "This must be their version of a bull." She hissed and started moving toward the bouncing ball of fur and teeth, she knew that it was going to have to be taught a lesson and she focused all her energy in her arm causing it to turn a darker shade of black as she jumped toward the monster. "Back off!" She said shoving the creature away from the Bone boy. Using Molten Heart +2 to send a rock hard shove at the alpha munchling!
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Forest of Pieces 20:16 Fergish !r 2d6 20:16 Krysmbot Fergish, 6 = 6 Bone-free Max springs into action, herding the munchlings away from the alpha, into the clearing. Her plan actually works, barely, the last stragglers semi-paying attention, but the lure of some sort of food gets the better of them. Spotting the tree, they quickly launch themselves onto it, content to suck in the... plasma? Meanwhile, the alpha continues its charge towards Momo, ignoring the retreating munchlings. Mahakali rears up to engage the beast. 20:16 Fergish !r 2d6+2#2 20:16 Krysmbot Fergish, 10+2 = 12, 8+2 = 10 Mahakali grapples the beast, the two fighting for leverage, stopping just inches from Momo. They come to a standstill, neither able to outmuscle the other. Suddenly, the beast opens its maw wide, ready to swallow Mahakali whole... when suddenly a large molten fist bashes into its nose, sending it flying backwards. Obsidian stands next to Mahakali, the pair victorious. The alpha gives one last snarl at Team D, then turns tail and dashes deep into the forest. The munchlings perk up as it dashes off, and begin "meep"-ing in unison. They suddenly turn to Miguel, continuing to make the noise. They seem to be looking up to him suddenly... as if he's the new alpha? Miguel gains a new Achievement! He is the "Munchling Alpha" - achievements are not qualities, simply labels that can be earned and lost throughout the game. This is simply the first of many. Gather enough and something good may happen! And definitely add it to your character sheet  Nearby, Bones' leg bone appears suddenly, just out of reach... was it there a second ago? He shrugs... must've missed it. Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 04:50 on May 5, 2016 |
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Max C'mon, c'mon, scoot! Max wiggles a couple of fingers for the stragglers. Ow! Oh well, the bite marks will fade, and the... sap, or whatever the tree is leaking, seems to have drawn the little critters' attention for the time being. Which leaves the elf confused as the big munchling snarls and bounds off into the woods, without its... "Oh," she says, as the smaller ones jumble and swarm past her boots, over to Miguel, dopplering past with that insistent peeping. "Oh. Oh!" "Oh. I thought the big one was their Mom. But maybe it's just the one that gets most of the food," he guesses. It's hard not to grin at the little critters, chirping and warbling like baby Muppet birds. "That, or they just elected you their new papa, Miguel."
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Bones grabbed his final missing leg, muttering darkly to himself. It attached easily enough, whatever kenetic force glue that was keeping him together sucking in the lost limb as though it had never detached in the first place. Creepy. He was also pissed, because this had been his moment. He was going to do something cool, be the 'hero' he'd been told he could be. Instead he got turned into some's backyard science experiment. to which I mean to say, pieces of him blasted everywhere. At the very least no one could tell from his face how he was feeling. Small bonus. At the very least the worst of it was over, and everyone seemed far too busy cooing over the little purple faces. "I can't wait to see what kinda reaction this is going to get...!"
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There is an exchange of high fives between Momo and Mahakali, along with what could charitably be described as a victory dance. Once that's done, she heads over to join everyone in playing with the cute little munchlings, her Shadow following faithfully behind her. "Nice shot!" She tells Obsidian, since - especially after kinda getting in her face about them earlier - her power had definitely come in handy just then, and it would'be been lame of her to not give the other girl credit for it. Grinning at Bones, she chimes in to support his anticipation of the reaction the Munchling horde would get back at 'The Citadel' aka tents and RVs. "Yeah, bet they totally freak out about 'em!"
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"We did it!" She said jumping up and down with loud thuds, "We managed to do it and not hurt it. I was trying to be a bit stern, but now... we have to raise them. No. Miguel has to feed them. I know a bit of husbandry if you want help yes." She said with her hands on her hips looking over the Miguel that was spoiling the munchlings. She bites her tongue metaphorically. "Your fighting was very impressive. I was afraid with such an intimating power that you would be more lethal. The animals cannot control their actions, they just live. " She says looking around and turns to Max and nods her head. "Professor Linne, is very willing to take in strays. I will talk with her." She said with a softening of features as a half smile spread across her face slowly.
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"Well, it's not like we can abandon them... Not now anyway. Here, Miguel, pass me your book bag. You'll be weighed down enough if you're going to be piggy backing them back to camp." Max raised his hand out. Offering to lighten the load a little bit.
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Miguel Efrain Torres-Dominguez Miguel smiles hugely as the munchlings bounce towards him. He pets them and scratches them behind their ears but doesn't feed them. When he hears Max say he's a papa now his face drops though and he wails: "But... but I'm not ready to be a father! I'm only 16." His expression brightens again at Obsidian's offer of help. "Thank you. I'm going to need all the help I can get. You were really cool how you punched that big one right in the nose. POW! You were really awesome too Momo. Thank you for defending us. I think we're going to be a good team." "Oh, thanks, Bones." Miguel put his book back in the bag and handed it off before scooping a couple of the munchlings up to carry back. He'd keep an eye on the others as they walk back to camp and pick up any who looked like they were getting too tired to keep up. "I don't think I know how to make puppy eyes, Max. My sisters are really good at it though. It must be a girl thing."
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"I'm just peachy." Max said, before twisting at the hip and sighing with contentment as his leg clicked back into place.
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Forest of Peace The alpha defeated, the munchlings now following Miguel around and cooing here and there, Team D trots back into the forest, heading back to the Citadel. Mission 1: Success! Citadel Gains 1 Reputation and is now a Level 1 Citadel! Please vote in your next post which of the following Citadel gains from that level up: Cafeteria, Mission HQ, or Bunkhouses. 1147 - Citadel Grounds Returning to the Citadel, it's clear the rest of the students have been hard at work. Another tent is set up, and from it comes the delicious smells of lunch. Soon, a few robots pop out of the tent, delivering sandwiches, chips, sodas, and cookies to the students and staff. For those paying close attention, Mandragon is conspicuously missing, until he appears after lunch to bark out more chores to the teams, smelling suspiciously like sandwiches. The munchlings eagerly steal some of the food for themselves, but for the most part are just happy following Miguel around. Mandragon gives Miguel a big thumbs up when he sees the herd. The afternoon is filled with more hard work, this time around camp. Professor Linne, a kind water elemental that keeps throwing winks at Elf Max, guides Team D as they clean out the outhouse and set up a few portable showers nearby. At first Linne is quite helpful, but then she gets distracted playing with the munchlings and soon all the hard work falls upon Team D. 1752 - Citadel Grounds Before you realize it, dusk is approaching, and Mandragon waves for everyone to gather back up. Students wander back to the center of camp, milling about in teams, chatting about their day. "Good work today, everyone!" Mandragon shouts, "We got quite a bit more done than I expected! Classes officially begin tomorrow, then." Several students groan at the news. "But!" he interjects, "For now, we celebrate! To new friends, and to working together as a team!" Robots begin spilling out of the cooking tent, this time loaded with platters filled with various types of delicious cuisine - barbecue, mexican, korean, you name it. Students eagerly grab at the food as it roams around the grounds, and they pull up stumps, logs, or other inventive methods of sitting. Off to the side, the staff enjoy the meal as well, chatting eagerly, clearly excited that the new school is finally getting started.  The campfire roars as the students chow down. Everyone: What do you eat? Who do you sit with? What do you talk about? What do you think of your first official day at the Citadel? And, maybe you guys need a better team name, D is getting pretty stale. Any suggestions? Petra: That disappearing act was pretty impressive, but do you feel bad for bailing in the middle of the fight? How do you explain your absence? How do you plan on getting stronger if all you do is hide? Anaruz: Good job deducing that there was a pack leader, but you weren't much help in the actual fight. Do you feel bad for letting others take on the alpha? You see Professor Aloe and she seems pretty strong. Do you want to ask her for help? Obsidian: Great job with the assist on the alpha, but are you sure it was needed? Momo seemed to have it all handled... but then again, you are working as a team. How do you feel having to rely suddenly on several people you've never met before? They haven't had such a hard life as you... do you see them as weak? Momo: Awesome job chopping the alpha down to size? How does it feel being victorious in your first fight? Do you let it get to your head, or do you thank the rest of the team for their help? And, how do you feel about Obsidian stepping in for that last attack? Resentful that she stole some of your glory, or more than happy to share the limelight? Boney Max: That was pretty embarrassing back there, being blasted into pieces by the munchling alpha? Are you embarrassed or is it all just part of the job? What can you do next time? Do you feel the need to build yourself back up mentally, more so than just physically? How do you do that? Skin-y Max: Quick thinking on the tree sap to help defuse the situation, but what do you think of the group's teamwork so far? You've been in other groups before, how does this one pair up? And what does it feel like to be back at Citadel... only now all your old friends are much older or gone, and you're more or less the same? Miguel: Oh my, a munchling family! How does it feel having a bunch of tiny fuzzballs follow you around all day? Do you want to keep them close, or put them to work around the Citadel? Can you even think of a way to do that?! Frgrbrgr fucked around with this message at 00:57 on May 11, 2016 |
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Momo hadn't expected today to get any better than when she totally wrecked the Munchling Alpha, basically entirely by herself - but then came dinnertime, and more specifically, barbecue ribs! Sooo good, and nearly as good as the ones her dad makes - and so that's why she's wandering around the campfire, munching down on a plate full of ribs, Mahakali floating diligently behind her with her soda and some napkins at the ready. Initially, she hadn't planned to say anything to her teammates about the fight - it's not like she should expect everyone to have as awesome of a power as she does, after all, and some of them were like Miguel, with powers that weren't all that suited for kicking rear end like hers was. They'd tried at least, that was the point. But then she spots Petra, and realizes... hey wait a minute, she didn't even attempt to help out at all - where'd she gone? Stalking up to her teammate as stealthily as one can while noisily feasting on BBQ rib number seven, Momo yells "Boo!" in her ear way too loud. "Hey!" She starts up, after the other girl's recovered. "Where'd you go during our fight?" She asks, mouth partially full of food. "Is your power, like, too dangerous to use or something?" That'd be super cool - that had to be it! Voting for Bunkhouses. Also, Momo unhelpfully suggests The Fighting Mongooses as our team name.
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Petra just took random things, mostly foods that are also available in germany - one of those things looked like a Schnitzel, so she went for it. Sitting on a log a bit away from the main group, as she's kind of bummed about her inability to help much earlier, she enjoys her food before being ambushed! "Aaaaaah!" She jumps up from the sudden sneak attack, falling off the log! At least the plate was safely on the ground. Standing back up again, she looks at the attacker - Oh, it's Momo. "Oh, uhm, hi. No, oh heavens no. It's... uhm, quite the opposite. It's... not that great. Doesn't have much offensive potential. It's like, uh... invisibility but not really? I don't really get how it works either." Voting for Bunkhouses and Team name Misfits. Yami Fenrir fucked around with this message at 22:40 on May 13, 2016 |
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Max grabs himself a plate of assorted foods. It didn't really matter, he didn't taste any of it. The food just kind of disappeared after it passed his mouth. But he didn't feel any benefit or enjoyment from it. Which was totally rubbish. It had been an odd day. He liked this new team, they were, despite his initial impression, actually kind of cool. That Momo girl had caught his eye, okay, maybe he'd been trying to impress everyone when he'd been blasted to pieces. But other than Petra, no one had said a word about it to him. It was almost as if they assume that somehow that was supposed to happen. Which to be honest, hurt his feelings a little bit. Yeah, okay, he was completely fine, he wasn't even sure if it was possible to get injured or die. But it would have been nice of one of them to check. He added a spine whip to his body and used it to grapple up onto one of the trees. He could get a view of the camp from up here. He could see Petra and Momo talking, he could also see a few of the other students milling about. A few of them messing with their powers. A young looking girl with small drones hovering around her while she did... something with her hands. A few moments later she released another drone which joined the seven or so hovering around her. Elsewhere a boy hovered in place, meditating with some kind of symbols hovering around him, a spellcaster of some kind? A girl with striking red hair poked him to get his attention, and passed him a plate of food. Max watched as Miguel did his best to herd his new little band of fuzzballs about. It was kind of amusing really, they kept getting distracted and running off to investigate something. Despite Max's foul mood, he couldn't help but chuckle. Yeah, he was pissed. It wasn't embarrassment as such. Not that Max would admit to it. No, it was anger at the unfairness of it all. Everyone else got cool powers, but he got to get scattered like bowling pins. But then again, he wasn't the only one here who'd been changed by their abilities. What about poor Natiyk? Girl was a fire cracker, in the sense that if you cracked her, you'd be on fire. Well, maybe anyone but him. It didn't take him long to spy out the molten girl. So he moved through the trees towards her. Enjoying the rush of speed getting to grapple dash between the branches gave him. He landed close and wandered over, still carrying his half eaten plate of food. At least it gave him something to do with his hands. "Eh lass, you all right?" He greeted. "That was... uh, a pretty good punch you threw back there." - - - Bunkhouses would be a good first start. Permanent shelter first, all other things second. As too a team name, Max is terrible at naming things, and I've got nothing atm. Arashiofordo3 fucked around with this message at 08:43 on May 12, 2016 |
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Miguel Efrain Torres-Dominguez So far it had been a good day Miguel thought. Not as glamorous as he'd expected but not much more dangerous than walking down the street by yourself back home either. He was really lucky to be part of such a good group with strong people. He didn't even mind Linne getting distracted by the munchlings; they were pretty cute. Maybe because he'd read Harry Potter so many times, but it also occurred to Miguel that having pets that could distract teachers like that could come in pretty handy... Miguel piled a plate high with cheese and onion burritos. It was taking a long time because every time he turned his back a munchling would steal one. When Miguel noticed what was happening he abandoned the plate as a lost cause and grabbed an entire tray of burritos and started looking for someone to sit with. Miguel has been a solitary bookworm for years, and even though he was trying to turn over a new leaf he didn't feel ready to start talking to random students yet; so he was mostly looking for his team mates. Spotting Obsidian Miguel made his way towards her, careful not to let any of the munchling hopping after him get to food yet. Miguel caught up to Obsidian just after Bones did. "Yeah, Bones is right. You were pretty cool earlier. Are you a boxer? I've always wanted to meet a boxer. Luchadors are so cool. Oops, that's not what I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask if you will help me with training these guys to fetch? If we can teach them to fetch they could help a lot with carrying stuff around this place and finding food I think. I've never had a pet before but I read that you can train dogs by rewarding them with food. Dinner seems like a good time to try that but I'm not sure how to start and I think if I put this tray down long enough to throw something they'll just devour it." My vote is for Cafeteria futile though it may be. I've got a lot of mouths to feed! Heralds of Hope for team name? It's just pretentious enough to be suggested by a teenager. Oh I've got lots of ideas of how to put these guys to work and Miguel is probably going to try all of them no matter how irresponsible or potentially disastrous. Gonna start with getting them to help carry and work our way up to convincing them to make living step-ladders.
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"Oh..." That's definitely less cool than the sort of absurdly awesome and destructive powers that Momo had been picturing in her head. Placing another bone on her plate (though she debated just flinging it off into the woods), Momo then takes napkin and her drink from the ever-diligent Mahakali, who immediately floats off back towards the robot to grab refills for her. Plus some corn on the cob, that sounds really good right now. And another drink. Polishing off her soda, Momo stuffs the dirty napkin into it, then looks back towards Petra, having gotten an idea. "So 'invisibility but not really'... can you sneak past teachers with it? Or security cameras?" Oh so many ideas now. "I bet that's perfect for pulling pranks, right?" Far, far too many ideas. She looks super happy, and only part of it because her Shadow Guardian's returned with her third course. "C'mon, that sounds awesome - what's the coolest thing you've used it for so far?" There's a point to this barrage of questions, other than trying to feel out a potential partner-in-crime. Momo's kinda hoping Petra's a kindred spirit - after all, if she had invisibility, the annoying practical jokes would be never-ending.
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"Uh... it seems to work of human senses in some form. Electronics just ignore it, but if someone looks at me on a camera or whatever they still can't see me. It's kinda weird." Petra explains. "Pranks? Hmm... I guess, yeah. The coolest thing I've done with it? Oh, I've done plenty of stuff. I've actually sneaked into a military base once. Well, not sneaked, I guess. More like... just walked in. People saw me on cameras but nobody could see me. Was kind of too scared to actually take anything, just... kinda looked around the place."
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 So he totally misjudged Mandragon's reaction to the munchlings. That's cool, that's... a relief, because for as much time has passed for everybody else, cussing at Headmaster Steele remains an uncomfortably recent memory for Elf-Max. Plus it suggests at least some respect for the local wildlife, as weird as the island's ecosystem might be. He's pretty sure that's some vague echo of her, but tries not to think about it. Oh god, latrine duty. There's people who could turn the contents of the pit into ash, or maybe even gold, but... no. There's probably something about 'character building' in the project, but Max is pretty sure that's not supposed to be synonymous with 'dysentery'. It's nice getting some help from Professor Linne. It's weird, too. Amid the winks she calls the elf-girl things like 'Old Man' and 'Young Lady', and drops comments about Vlad. It's honestly a relief when she becomes preoccupied with the munchlings, and assembling the showers seems almost a reward after they're done with the muck and gross. The sun drifts low as the work progresses. Max is going to feel this in the morning. But before then... FOOD! So much food! Max goes straight for the barbecue, and in short order has a small pile of rib bones on a plate, next to an untouched hamburger, and a smear of sauce around her mouth that makes the elf look like a kindergartener experimenting with Mom's cosmetics. She wanders around the camp, avoiding the spot where Vlad's settled down to brood, and dropping over to say 'hi' to Linne and endure a really wet napkin cleaning. She drifts away again when conversation moves to adult stuff. Adult stuff. poo poo. Linne's grown up, and the only other student Max recognizes is Vlad-- and god knows why he came back again. The whole thing is like Rip Van Winkle, or something. There's a part of him that wonders if it's some trick by the other elves pulled, yanking at his roots, leaving him with jack and squat to come back to, except some jerk warning about mortal lives. They haven't called, though. They would have, by now. It was hard getting out of the Otherworld too-- if it wasn't for Gremlin's buds, he'd probably still be there, completely losing track of time and developing a taste for venison roasted under moonlight. Maybe that would have been better. Everybody's old. It's like he's come out of a coma, or one of those deep-freezes for dead people, and everything's changed. He's adjusting better than that Buck Rogers guy his dad talked about, but... dad. It's weird finding out your best bud from mundane school has daughters that are older than you, now. It's... it's something bigger than weird when you mistake dad for grandpa out of the corner of your eye, and can still see the aged resemblance straight on. They were glad to have him back, but they didn't have the strength to keep up with a teenager any more. They didn't say it, they didn't really want him to go back to the Citadel again, but... gently caress. Anyway. The past is... past is... meh. Max sips from her soda and considers the day and the campfire. That thing with the munchlings worked out pretty well. Sure everybody had gone all over the place, but that just reminded her of something from freshman year, long ago... "All right! The first thing you need to know about being on a super team, is that's just like being on a sports team!" Miss Vicious shouted, hard enough to make her gleaming shoulder pads rattle and cast weird reflections on the gymnasium walls. "All of you have a position, a specialty. But there's a catch! Go to that pile of gear and pick something out! MOVE!" Sullenly, Max dragged her feet as the others scrambled. The only thing left when she got there was a football helmet, which pinched at her ears and folded them back over her head. The other students had found... a hockey stick. A baseball bat. Something that looked like the awkward offspring of a catcher's mitt and a butterfly net. "Thaaaat's right. When you're on a super team, you're not just playing a game together, you're playing different games... and you need to learn the rules to all of them. You, Hockey and you, Lacrosse, might both shoot energy, but fire and ice, or bees have completely different properties. You need to learn how to use your powers together, or Football might try to kick a field goal with a hardball, and bust up her twinkly toes." Max takes a bite of hamburger and chews thoughtfully. That's it then, isn't it? Nothing else to do except get to know the others and figure things out again. It isn't too hard to spot Obsidian in the distance, with the red lines that seam her skin glowing like the rosy fingers of dawn. They both know Linne, though very different versions. The elf threads her way through the celebration, arriving a minute or two after Miguel and Boney Max. On topic of which... "Max!" The elf pauses. "Man, it feels weird calling somebody else that. Um. Anyway. Crap." He dips her head. "I wanted to say, that was brave as heck, standing in front of that big munchling like that. Takes a lot of courage not to flinch. Or that's what a guy I used to know told me once." --- Max would totally vote for bunkhouses, with hope for a modicum of privacy, and his vote overrides my inclination toward a cafeteria. And I'm awful with names.
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Max froze, his mouth hanging open slightly at the Elf's words. He seemed supprised. The Skeleton stammered, and shuffled about awkwardly. Apparently compliments from a pretty elf girl seemed to get under his (non-existent) skin. Or maybe he just wasn't good at taking compliments outright? Regardless, Bones replied. "A-Ah, well, you know. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Besides, that Momo lass looked frail enough to get flattened! Who'd have thunk she, or Natiyk here, would pack so much of a punch! I'm going to need to step my game up if I'm going to be of use." Max didn't mention that he'd actually hosed up what he'd been planning to do. But the less said about that the better. "Besides, I don't think it's actually possible for me to be hurt long term. I mean, I can lose a limb, but it'll just.... kinda grow back? I don't quite know how to describe it. They sort of just appear? The Bones I mean. Hell, I could probably have you drip some of that molten stone of yours on me and not feel a thing!... probably, I've not really tested it all that much. So, um, where you always an elf? Or did it just kinda happen one day?" Arashiofordo3 fucked around with this message at 21:45 on May 14, 2016 |
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And within moments there are two Maxes hemming and shifting uncomfortably, one out of sympathy and a sudden certainty that she said something wrong, made worse by the realization that body language becomes a broad-strokes thing when there isn't skin to fill the fine details. "Hey, um, good job anyway, right? No telling how well she threw down until it happened. Isn't like our powers are on our nametags... or that we've got nametags." Smoove. Fleshy Max hurries to get some ground cow into her mouth, before her foot beats it to her. It's still the perfect moment for Bones to pop an uncomfortable question of his own. Elf-Max winces around his burger and makes a muffled noise. "Happened," he says after hurriedly chewing and swallowing. "One day." He chases with a slurp of carbonated courage, and gestures vaguely with his cup after. "Um. It's like those stories: kid has a pendant that means he's a prince, or is just snooping and finds his adoption papers? The guns are mine. Kinda. I was snooping in Grandma's attic and found them. They belonged to one of the last elves on Earth, and she gave them to Grandma's... Grandpa? Whatever, her Grandpa because they were heroing buds in the eighteen-hundreds and she'd... kinda grafted herself to his family tree when she saved his life sometime." The elf takes another drink and makes another face. "And he didn't tell anybody about it."
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Bones Clearly, Max had mannaged to make Max uncomfortable. He wasn't entirely sure why. But then again, it must be odd speaking to someone without an expression. "Magic guns eh? Fancy!" Max said, and he meant it. Okay, he was a little envious. Mostly over the fact that Max seemed to know a little bit of her families heroing history. "Best explanation I've got for my powers is that my Dad was a hero. 'Baron Saumandi' or something like that. Apparently he died in the last war. But I don't know. I was hoping to find more about him. But this place is not exactly what I was expecting." He brought his own burger to his mouth and bit down. The food disappeared. Max didn't even need to swollow. He looked at it with disappointment. "Ah... Right, no tounge, no taste." Max laughed. "Speaking of name tags what are you guys thinking of calling yourselves? Hero name wise, I mean."
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1826 - Citadel Grounds The sky begins to darken, and tiny robots begin to take up positions at even intervals, each holding a tiny lamp and whirring in place. One of them falls over and its arm falls off, causing it to flail in place. Hadron gets up and begins tinkering with the bot, drilling its arm back on. He smiles, then heads back to the teacher "lounge." Momo and Petra: The conversation about practical jokes is suddenly interrupted by a short kid with unruly hair. He looks extremely worried, glancing around in between words, "H-h-hey! Have you guys seen a, uh, well, it's kinda like a suit or armor, but its all techy. Bright lights! I lost him... I mean, it! Goes by the name of Sutsu. Uh...?" Max and Max and Obsidian and Miggy: Meanwhile, a hispanic girl with massive, massive muscles shoves her way into the conversation about hero names. "Hero names, huh? Don't get ahead of yourselves, you don't get a hero name without winning some fights!" She says with a flex and a laugh, "Like I have! They call me... Violencia! Defender of Barcelona!"
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 Anaruz had never thought of himself as indecisive, but as the munchling situation had evolved, he'd... well, he'd really just frozen, hadn't he? He didn't know how to use his powers in a real fight, especially against living things, and the only person who'd been hurt was someone he wasn't even sure was alive. What if he'd managed to do more harm than good, to his teammates or to the Munchlings? It was shameful that he'd been caught in such thoughts, and yet, he was still caught. After he assembled himself a rather large meal (even having not used his powers, he felt drained), he sat down with the larger group, not quite sure how to begin. "Ah," he said. "I'm sorry. I --" And then, before he could properly apologize, the group's interrupted by an interloper. Spanish? Anaruz spoke only a little Spanish -- they did see some tourists down from Iberia -- but he was fairly sure that "Violence" wasn't much of a hero name. "... oh, good. We're not supposed to have one figured out yet? Because I don't." There was a lot he didn't have figured out, of course. But a name was on the list.
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Petra, having taken another few bites from her plate, looks up from it, at the kid. "Uh... don't think I have, no. Sorry. Wait, what do you mean it goes by the name of Sutsu?"
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Max looked at the new girl. His teeth clicking together. That might be a sign of irritation, or it might be consideration? Hard to say. Max looked her up and down. "So they call you Violence? Are you sure that's a name and not an insult?" He tapped his jawbone thoughtfully, before pointing at her stance. "Do you always introduce yourself by flexing? Or are you just trying to point out what I'm missing?" Max said lightly. It was hard to tell if he was joking, or trying to be mean. Goodness only knows his face didn't help illuminate the matter.
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On the hunt for Sutsu The kid reels back, "Sutsu? He's... I mean it's... got a mind of its own! That's what he wants to be called! Oh god... where is he..." He suddenly pauses and blinks, "Oh... and I'm Benji, by the way." He continues to look around nervously, "Would you two mind helping me look?" Flex-o-matic Violencia gives a sneer to SkeleMax, "Insult?" She leans back and laughs heartily, "Ha! In my family, we wear tough names as a badge of honor. My mom's Miss Vicious! Most badass hero the world has ever seen! And no, not trying to be mean with the flexing, "she says with a slap to Max's back that rattles him, "Just doing my thing! Gotta stay fresh! Never know when a baddie might show up!"
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"Uh huh." Max said. Which frankly at this point could mean just about anything. "Wouldn't warm ups and stretching be better? If we're running with the excuse of potential attack at any time that is." He questioned innocently. But in truth Max disliked this girl, she was too... forward. Who the hell introduces themselves by walking up and just flexing at people. But then the mom line made sense. She was probably hoping to ride the coat tails of her mother. Name dropping her and hoping for a reaction. Hell she described her as the most bad rear end hero. Which said that she was ether really sheltered, or had taken the 'my hero is my parents' thing to a whole new level. Even so, it pissed Max off. He knew nothing about his father, but felt a strong sense of loyalty to him. Who did this girl think she was, to declare that her mother was the greatest hero of all? She....! Max stopped himself. This girl, knowingly or not, was hitting his buttons. If he kept up that line of thinking he might do something regretful. Like putting her through a tree. Or several. Arashiofordo3 fucked around with this message at 17:40 on May 18, 2016 |
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"It's good to be ready," Anaruz admitted, a bit reluctantly; there was something about Violencia that made him think giving her any room for superiority wasn't a safe idea. "But what if fighting isn't the solution?" Stupid question. He already knew what she'd say to that... but not what his new teammates would. Those were the people whose answers he really wanted to hear.
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Petra quickly shoves the last few bites of her food into her mouth before replying. "Uh... sure, I guess? Do you have any idea where Sutsu went? If not, I recommend asking someone who can fly instead. I mean, I'll help, I suppose, but my power doesn't really help searching for someone."
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"What if violence wasn't the answer? Then diplomacy is always a good start. I'll be honest with you mate. The Scottish idea of diplomacy, generally involves head butts, beer, and insults. So, you know, I'm not your guy to talk a hostage situation down. But, that wouldn't mean I'm not going to try and find a peaceful solution. Sometimes, we can't solve a problem by punching it away." Max would know, it was how his mother had raised him. He'd been getting into too many fights. So she taught him to give piece a chance, or she'd beat him round the head. Irony was not something that came easily to Mrs Barron.
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Miguel Efrain Torres-Dominguez Miguel was happy to let the others carry the conversation with the big scary girl. He wasn't even paying much attention, preferring to try and teach the munchlings fetch by throwing a burrito for them to catch. So far they'd figured out running after and catching the burrito but were still working on the bringing it back part. Miguel noticed Anaruz looking at him pointedly and managed to tear himself away from the reassuring enthusiasm of his pets long enough to answer. "What if fighting isn't the solution? Then I'm happy not to fight. Lots of problems will go away all on their own. You just need to wait a bit and be patient for a situation to resolve itself sometimes. Sometimes that just makes things worse though. Sometimes the only way to make things better is by fighting. I for one will be very happy Violencia is on our team the next time that happens. She's got more muscles than a gym and I bet she could pick up a tree and bat any baddies into the next county all by her lonesome. Right Violencia?"
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"They do their thing, but they come with a lot of baggage." Elfy Max latches onto the other Max's comments about his origins and the Citadel. "Baron Sameday? Sounds familiar... but I might be thinking of something else. And... yeah." Looking out into the darkness, he continues. "A great big castle of a place, made of stone, with high ceilings, and all the doors and railings and junk are made out of fancy wood. And then the cafeteria looks like a school cafeteria, and the gyms too. And then there was weird stuff like Quills's trick-shot gallery." Names? She-Max is already shaking her head when Violencia bursts onto the scene. Focusing on dinner, she almost chokes on a bit of burger when the new girl invokes her parentage. "Holy cow! Miss Vicious had kids?" she blurts, eyes wide. Teenage boys being what they tend to be, there was a lot of muffled speculation about the gym teacher in days before. Pressures measured in terms of shattered walnuts and diamonds. Mysterious rashes of paraplegia. The intriguing possibility that she might not like men. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Heck, it's the future now: that might not be an obstacle to having kids. "I'm not hot on fighting. I've done it, but I don't like it. But you're right, bad people can show up any time."
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Bones "Wait, you've heard of this Vicious woman?" Max asked, surprised. He wasn't actually expecting her to be a thing. "Come to think of it, you seem to know a bunch of people. Way more than I'd expect someone your age to... Did they all come round yours for tea or something? Or...? Wait. How old are you?" Max would be the first to admit that he didn't know much about fairies. But one thing he did know was that elves were supposed to live for a very long time. And Max got the sudden though that maybe other max wasn't quite as young as he thought. It wasn't until the question was out of his mouth that he realized how rude it was. Or how potentially upsetting it could be. He held a hand up. "Wait, you don't need to answer that. It's rude ask a lady her age. Asked it without thinking. Sorry." Arashiofordo3 fucked around with this message at 22:31 on May 23, 2016 |
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"I'll help too!" Momo volunteers. Having finished off her plate, she's grinning at Benji while Mahakali floats off to throw her trash away for her. It's not like helping him sounded all that fun, mind you - and it's not like her power was all that useful for looking for some weird living armor thing. Mostly she just recognized that his power was kinda similar to hers, that he needed some aid, and that she should probably try and help him out. "Momo, by the way." She'd shake his hand, but she's still got barbecue sauce on hers. "And Mahakali's over there, he'll help us look too!" The silent shadow guardian waves over its shoulder at Benji. "Like Petra said, any idea on where we should start looking for him?"
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