“I would name them Anbiens, if that isn’t taken already. I have a bad feeling about this job though. Why would the headquarters in the sewer systems? It just feels… off.”
Anne goes into a jog, heading towards where the headquarters should be.
*loving this so far Baalze! :3*
She quickly comes across a door. "ScrongleCorp Imagineering Center!" reads the big, blocky, dull red text. There is a logo, but it's a bit different from the usual ScrongleCorp logo. Without the familiarity and recognizability, it looks almost occult.
*Thanks! This is a really drawn-out intro for a character by the way. He's a bit spooky.*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Not long. I just got here really. I’m impressed by your skill at fixing weapons! I’m a sage myself.”
“A sage huh? What does a sage do in this day and age?
“It’s pretty important to keep your gun functional in a place like this, never know who or what might attack you. This gun I have here is an antique carried for generations, but rather than keeping it in a box I use it every day.”
“I would name them Anbiens, if that isn’t taken already. I have a bad feeling about this job though. Why would the headquarters in the sewer systems? It just feels… off.”
Anne goes into a jog, heading towards where the headquarters should be.
*loving this so far Baalze! :3*
She quickly comes across a door. "ScrongleCorp Imagineering Center!" reads the big, blocky, dull red text. There is a logo, but it's a bit different from the usual ScrongleCorp logo. Without the familiarity and recognizability, it looks almost occult.
*Thanks! This is a really drawn-out intro for a character by the way. He's a bit spooky.*
She tries to open the door, with strength if necessary.
“Not long. I just got here really. I’m impressed by your skill at fixing weapons! I’m a sage myself.”
“A sage huh? What does a sage do in this day and age?
“It’s pretty important to keep your gun functional in a place like this, never know who or what might attack you. This gun I have here is an antique carried for generations, but rather than keeping it in a box I use it every day.”
“My species are like living computers. We absorb, analyze and evaluate the knowledge and wisdom of the ages.”
”That is impressive! So like a tangible connection to your ancestors.”
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
“Not long. I just got here really. I’m impressed by your skill at fixing weapons! I’m a sage myself.”
“A sage huh? What does a sage do in this day and age?
“It’s pretty important to keep your gun functional in a place like this, never know who or what might attack you. This gun I have here is an antique carried for generations, but rather than keeping it in a box I use it every day.”
“My species are like living computers. We absorb, analyze and evaluate the knowledge and wisdom of the ages.”
”That is impressive! So like a tangible connection to your ancestors.”
“That’s pretty interesting. Do you mind if I ask what species you are?”
The pistol appears to be a .42 Revolver, but the trigger has been completely replaced, as have the iron sights. The rest looks to be stock.
*I play a lot of shooters so I know a bit about guns in general. I can simplify it for you if you need it.*
“I would name them Anbiens, if that isn’t taken already. I have a bad feeling about this job though. Why would the headquarters in the sewer systems? It just feels… off.”
Anne goes into a jog, heading towards where the headquarters should be.
*loving this so far Baalze! :3*
She quickly comes across a door. "ScrongleCorp Imagineering Center!" reads the big, blocky, dull red text. There is a logo, but it's a bit different from the usual ScrongleCorp logo. Without the familiarity and recognizability, it looks almost occult.
*Thanks! This is a really drawn-out intro for a character by the way. He's a bit spooky.*
She tries to open the door, with strength if necessary.
20 strength check
The concrete door scrapes open with difficulty, a monstrous crack as it opens all the way. Some sort of hard substance had grown on the other side of the door, but Anne had broken it apart, clearing the entryway.
A huge room stretches out before her. Desks with chairs sitting upside-down on top of them, old sponge computers long since dead... and a massive, empty vat in the center of the room.
Huh, that's str-ge, I'm getting some int-ference. That sh-dn't be p-ssible. Our technology is d-igned to not s-er from th- s-rt - pr-bl-...
Damn. It always shuts down before I can get through and shut that damn ad off.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I am a Kraah. We are a species closely resembling the cephalopods humans call squid. Our brains are very well developed, but our physical and social attributes are somewhat lacking.”
S takes a look at the gun. “Fascinating! A beautiful piece of machinery.”
*I know nothing about guns but I’ll take your word for it*
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
“I would name them Anbiens, if that isn’t taken already. I have a bad feeling about this job though. Why would the headquarters in the sewer systems? It just feels… off.”
Anne goes into a jog, heading towards where the headquarters should be.
*loving this so far Baalze! :3*
She quickly comes across a door. "ScrongleCorp Imagineering Center!" reads the big, blocky, dull red text. There is a logo, but it's a bit different from the usual ScrongleCorp logo. Without the familiarity and recognizability, it looks almost occult.
*Thanks! This is a really drawn-out intro for a character by the way. He's a bit spooky.*
She tries to open the door, with strength if necessary.
20 strength check
The concrete door scrapes open with difficulty, a monstrous crack as it opens all the way. Some sort of hard substance had grown on the other side of the door, but Anne had broken it apart, clearing the entryway.
A huge room stretches out before her. Desks with chairs sitting upside-down on top of them, old sponge computers long since dead... and a massive, empty vat in the center of the room.
Huh, that's str-ge, I'm getting some int-ference. That sh-dn't be p-ssible. Our technology is d-igned to not s-er from th- s-rt - pr-bl-...
Damn. It always shuts down before I can get through and shut that damn ad off.
The voice speaks through her comms, staticky and exhausted, as though the words were from some sort of sleep-deprived computer. Something scuttles across the ceiling at an impossible speed.
You seem worse equipped than the first batch.
It almost sounds hysterical. The light in the room suddenly tilts, turning toward a pile of pulsing scraps of meat on the floor. Mechanical arms hang limply above them, covered in dried blood.
Something scuttles across the ceiling at an impossible speed.
You seem worse equipped than the first batch.
The light in the room suddenly tilts, turning toward a pile of pulsing scraps of meat on the floor. Mechanical arms hang limply above them, covered in dried blood.
“I am a Kraah. We are a species closely resembling the cephalopods humans call squid. Our brains are very well developed, but our physical and social attributes are somewhat lacking.”
S takes a look at the gun. “Fascinating! A beautiful piece of machinery.”
*I know nothing about guns but I’ll take your word for it*
“I haven’t seen your kind before. Pretty interesting.”
”This revolver was manufactured sometime in the mid 19th century on Earth, (1800s) and was used by one of my ancestors for self Defense. It uses a pretty large calibre, so it can stop most targets pretty easily.”
*I’m trying not to go too advanced here for your sake but it is a tad bit difficult. calibre is the size of the bullet, and larger calibres are bigger and have more gunpowder, thus making them fire faster and farther.*
The voice speaks through her comms, staticky and exhausted, as though the words were from some sort of sleep-deprived computer. Something scuttles across the ceiling at an impossible speed.
You seem worse equipped than the first batch.
It almost sounds hysterical. The light in the room suddenly tilts, turning toward a pile of pulsing scraps of meat on the floor. Mechanical arms hang limply above them, covered in dried blood.
But oh, you're new... not my design. Interesting.
“What do you mean by that? W-What are you?”
Anne points her rifle at the pulsing meat.
*Altered my last post slightly to make it convey the character better.*
You're scared... How... peculiar. You weren't engineered at all, were you? No, too many little flaws.
It gives a little giggle/chuckle.
Oh, but don't misunderstand, such flaws are necessary for a creature. Perfect is the enemy of good, as they say.
There is a loud thud behind her as something falls from the ceiling. It is far too close for comfort.
Allow me to introduce myself... Anna, was it?
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The voice speaks through her comms, staticky and exhausted, as though the words were from some sort of sleep-deprived computer. Something scuttles across the ceiling at an impossible speed.
You seem worse equipped than the first batch.
It almost sounds hysterical. The light in the room suddenly tilts, turning toward a pile of pulsing scraps of meat on the floor. Mechanical arms hang limply above them, covered in dried blood.
But oh, you're new... not my design. Interesting.
“What do you mean by that? W-What are you?”
Anne points her rifle at the pulsing meat.
*Altered my last post slightly to make it convey the character better.*
You're scared... How... peculiar. You weren't engineered at all, were you? No, too many little flaws.
It gives a little giggle/chuckle.
Oh, but don't misunderstand, such flaws are necessary for a creature. Perfect is the enemy of good, as they say.
There is a loud thud behind her as something falls from the ceiling. It is far too close for comfort.
Allow me to introduce myself... Anna, was it?
“How in the world did you know my name?”
Anna takes a couple steps forward and aims at the creature(?)
She quickly comes across a door. "ScrongleCorp Imagineering Center!" reads the big, blocky, dull red text. There is a logo, but it's a bit different from the usual ScrongleCorp logo. Without the familiarity and recognizability, it looks almost occult.
*Thanks! This is a really drawn-out intro for a character by the way. He's a bit spooky.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“A sage huh? What does a sage do in this day and age?
“It’s pretty important to keep your gun functional in a place like this, never know who or what might attack you. This gun I have here is an antique carried for generations, but rather than keeping it in a box I use it every day.”
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She tries to open the door, with strength if necessary.
4 strength check
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“My species are like living computers. We absorb, analyze and evaluate the knowledge and wisdom of the ages.”
”That is impressive! So like a tangible connection to your ancestors.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
*cool! I Wonder who they are, but I would like to see it for myself in the rp*
for Baalze since I got ninjaed again
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“That’s pretty interesting. Do you mind if I ask what species you are?”
The pistol appears to be a .42 Revolver, but the trigger has been completely replaced, as have the iron sights. The rest looks to be stock.
*I play a lot of shooters so I know a bit about guns in general. I can simplify it for you if you need it.*
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The concrete door scrapes open with difficulty, a monstrous crack as it opens all the way. Some sort of hard substance had grown on the other side of the door, but Anne had broken it apart, clearing the entryway.
A huge room stretches out before her. Desks with chairs sitting upside-down on top of them, old sponge computers long since dead... and a massive, empty vat in the center of the room.
Huh, that's str-ge, I'm getting some int-ference. That sh-dn't be p-ssible. Our technology is d-igned to not s-er from th- s-rt - pr-bl-...
Damn. It always shuts down before I can get through and shut that damn ad off.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I am a Kraah. We are a species closely resembling the cephalopods humans call squid. Our brains are very well developed, but our physical and social attributes are somewhat lacking.”
S takes a look at the gun. “Fascinating! A beautiful piece of machinery.”
*I know nothing about guns but I’ll take your word for it*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
“Who was that? Someone there?”
Anne raises her rifle and looks around.
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*gtg but I may be back later*
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*Bye!*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Yes... You were sent to find me.
The voice speaks through her comms, staticky and exhausted, as though the words were from some sort of sleep-deprived computer. Something scuttles across the ceiling at an impossible speed.
You seem worse equipped than the first batch.
It almost sounds hysterical. The light in the room suddenly tilts, turning toward a pile of pulsing scraps of meat on the floor. Mechanical arms hang limply above them, covered in dried blood.
But oh, you're new... not my design. Interesting.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Bye, Nikki!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*I’m back! My Father wanted to play some Fortnite but we quit after getting wiped lol*
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“What do you mean by that? W-What are you?”
Anne points her rifle at the pulsing meat.
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*Your dad is cringe. Tell him to play Ultrakill instead.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“I haven’t seen your kind before. Pretty interesting.”
”This revolver was manufactured sometime in the mid 19th century on Earth, (1800s) and was used by one of my ancestors for self Defense. It uses a pretty large calibre, so it can stop most targets pretty easily.”
*I’m trying not to go too advanced here for your sake but it is a tad bit difficult. calibre is the size of the bullet, and larger calibres are bigger and have more gunpowder, thus making them fire faster and farther.*
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*Altered my last post slightly to make it convey the character better.*
You're scared... How... peculiar. You weren't engineered at all, were you? No, too many little flaws.
It gives a little giggle/chuckle.
Oh, but don't misunderstand, such flaws are necessary for a creature. Perfect is the enemy of good, as they say.
There is a loud thud behind her as something falls from the ceiling. It is far too close for comfort.
Allow me to introduce myself... Anna, was it?
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*we both enjoy Fortnite and it has a lot of different game modes that I enjoy. We’ve played it since 2018 and it’s pretty fun (most of the time)*
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“How in the world did you know my name?”
Anna takes a couple steps forward and aims at the creature(?)
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