A small figure that is strapped with WAY too many grenades strolls around. It appears to be a... bunny. He pulls down a bandana covering most of his face, then looks around.
"Need a demolitionist? Or maybe a weapons expert? Whatever you need, I can do it. I need some coin, though."
He rubs his cute little paws together as he chuckles in a menacing way- or it might've been menacing if it hadn't been a 3 foot tall rabbit doing it.
Sally and Monty (two crows, one small, one abnormally large and albino) stare at him in a hungry way.
He senses the eyes on him and turns back to them.
"Don't even think about it. Bombs do not taste good, and neither do their explosions."
He glares and hefts a grenade menacingly- or it would be menacing if he weren't a 3 foot tall rabbit.
Skath hurries over trying to calm the crowd down in the process. “Put it down! Put! It! Down!” He seems to be gesturing to the grenade.
"Ah, don't worry. It ain't even live."
At this he pulls out the pin and drops it in a metal container, shutting the lid after it (just in case).
"See?" *Explosion noises from inside the box* "...oops. Heh heh... well, at least we know they work!"
He carefully opens the container and observes the wreck inside. “Why do you have live GRENADES in here?”
"Um... I'm the demolitionist! Yeah, that's it. Could I have that back, by the way? I've got important things that I can do with these grenades! Like... blasting stuff!"
A tall, creepy winged insectile alien that seems to be a mix of biomechanical and cybernetics enters the CoC building, its many glowing eyes silently observing the space. Strapped to its back is a large assault rifle that seems to be made of a similar biomechanical material as its own body, and on its waist is a large pistol-sized syringe gun connected to canisters filled with liquids of different colors and what looks to be a black medical kit.
*The right two pictures are what I'm going for.*
Dead Cells? *Gasp* This guys turning into our boss one day, I just know it.
"Go back! Bring me more cells!"
"Just a little more!"
The insectile alien hears the commotion and goes to investigate.
<Gah! I forgot the <> for the text>
<Sorry, Coronet, that was meant to be OOC>
(Oh, whopps.Its all good. It's actually the Collectors from Mass Effect. The left is the official design and the two right are concept art.)
A tall, creepy winged insectile alien that seems to be a mix of biomechanical and cybernetics enters the CoC building, its many glowing eyes silently observing the space. Strapped to its back is a large assault rifle that seems to be made of a similar biomechanical material as its own body, and on its waist is a large pistol-sized syringe gun connected to canisters filled with liquids of different colors and what looks to be a black medical kit.
*The right two pictures are what I'm going for.*
Dead Cells? *Gasp* This guys turning into our boss one day, I just know it.
"Go back! Bring me more cells!"
"Just a little more!"
The insectile alien hears the commotion and goes to investigate.
<Gah! I forgot the <> for the text>
<Sorry, Coronet, that was meant to be OOC>
(Oh, whopps.Its all good. It's actually the Collectors from Mass Effect. The left is the official design and the two right are concept art.)
<Ohhhh. I can only see the text for most images, so I thought "Collector" + "Syringe" = The collector from Dead Cells. Sorry about the confusion>
A small figure that is strapped with WAY too many grenades strolls around. It appears to be a... bunny. He pulls down a bandana covering most of his face, then looks around.
"Need a demolitionist? Or maybe a weapons expert? Whatever you need, I can do it. I need some coin, though."
He rubs his cute little paws together as he chuckles in a menacing way- or it might've been menacing if it hadn't been a 3 foot tall rabbit doing it.
Sally and Monty (two crows, one small, one abnormally large and albino) stare at him in a hungry way.
He senses the eyes on him and turns back to them.
"Don't even think about it. Bombs do not taste good, and neither do their explosions."
He glares and hefts a grenade menacingly- or it would be menacing if he weren't a 3 foot tall rabbit.
Skath hurries over trying to calm the crowd down in the process. “Put it down! Put! It! Down!” He seems to be gesturing to the grenade.
"Ah, don't worry. It ain't even live."
At this he pulls out the pin and drops it in a metal container, shutting the lid after it (just in case).
"See?" *Explosion noises from inside the box* "...oops. Heh heh... well, at least we know they work!"
He carefully opens the container and observes the wreck inside. “Why do you have live GRENADES in here?”
"Um... I'm the demolitionist! Yeah, that's it. Could I have that back, by the way? I've got important things that I can do with these grenades! Like... blasting stuff!"
They seem stumped by the quiet question. “How am I supposed to give it back to you? Explosives are destroyed on use, and as far as I know, nobodies made a readable grenade. Also why would we need a demolitionist? Beyond uncontrolled destruction?”
They seem stumped by the quiet question. “How am I supposed to give it back to you? Explosives are destroyed on use, and as far as I know, nobodies made a readable grenade. Also why would we need a demolitionist? Beyond uncontrolled destruction?”
"Oh, I was referring to the remaining parts. And the box. I can recomission them. Also, I've only made a SINGULAR reusable grenade, and it was tough. I see why no one else has made one yet. As for why you need a demolitionist... well... what do you need? I can be a bunch of things! I'm very helpful."
<Ohhhh. I can only see the text for most images, so I thought "Collector" + "Syringe" = The collector from Dead Cells. Sorry about the confusion>
*Ah, I see.maybe a link would work better. Collector *
<Those look... terrifying. Are they good or bad? (I mean, I assume bad, but...)>
*In the game they are from they are technically bad guys, but they are also just husks that follow a far more powerful enemy and are more like tragic monsters then evil masterminds.
I've changed a few things for the character though*
The insect alien would walk towards Skath and the rabbit looking creature."I heard an explosion. Is medical aid required." The creature's voice drones out, a mix of robotic reverberation and clicking insectile drawl that remains monotone.
They seem stumped by the quiet question. “How am I supposed to give it back to you? Explosives are destroyed on use, and as far as I know, nobodies made a readable grenade. Also why would we need a demolitionist? Beyond uncontrolled destruction?”
"Oh, I was referring to the remaining parts. And the box. I can recomission them. Also, I've only made a SINGULAR reusable grenade, and it was tough. I see why no one else has made one yet. As for why you need a demolitionist... well... what do you need? I can be a bunch of things! I'm very helpful."
A creamsicle-orange cat with antennae and big black eyes is trotting down the hall.
Bugendai approaches them. They seem to be an ordinary Earth black cat.
Steve-o rumbles *in cat language i guess* "what are you doing here?" with curiosity
“I’m with the winged lady. Are you the captain’s?” She starts circling them, in a playful way.
"The winged lady? OH you mean kiwi frankencop" *he makes up names for people he doesn't know and they're always dumb*
“I… How is that the nickname you settle on?” She stops walking and stares.
"She's green" he sits matter-of-factly
“Why cop? I get the Kiwi part, but cop I don’t understand?”
"I dunno, she just has a cop face?" his antennae wiggle
Turen stands up and walks over to the group. In the exact language they were speaking, she says, “I always thought I looked like a stereotypical librarian. The name is Turen.”
*back* "I'm gonna stick with Kiwi Frankencop, thanks" A man with firey gold hair and tan skin scoops Steve-O up. "Sorry about my cat, he's very curious" "ay, It's Dr. Shrimp Puerto Rico!" Steve-o meows
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*first conflict will be a person who got employed for different reasons. See, they were literally programmed to kill, and their deprogramming seems like it's going south*
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I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles) I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world. Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
The insect alien would walk towards Skath and the rabbit looking creature."I heard an explosion. Is medical aid required." The creature's voice drones out, a mix of robotic reverberation and clicking insectile drawl that remains monotone."
"Nah, we're all good. No one's hurt here. For now."
They seem stumped by the quiet question. “How am I supposed to give it back to you? Explosives are destroyed on use, and as far as I know, nobodies made a readable grenade. Also why would we need a demolitionist? Beyond uncontrolled destruction?”
"Oh, I was referring to the remaining parts. And the box. I can recomission them. Also, I've only made a SINGULAR reusable grenade, and it was tough. I see why no one else has made one yet. As for why you need a demolitionist... well... what do you need? I can be a bunch of things! I'm very helpful."
“How is a reusable grenade practical? How are grenades practical in a non-conflict scenario? At least tell me your an engineer?”
"Well... it's good for making money! You need a BOOM, I've got a BOOM. Plus, I can use the same BOOM many times, for different things. Like getting through walls. And yeah, I'm a Weapons Engineer. I'm also a pretty good Pyrotechnic Engineer. That doesn't come up that often though."
*This is the DragonTamer Hive Mind, coming to you live from places across the multiverse, including Kepler-22b, Arrakis, Endor, Knowhere, and many more!*
A small, three-legged robot shaped like an egg comes rushing in, bumping past everyone. Seconds later, a girl with long blue hair runs after it. "Terrako, you get your robot [gp] back here right now, you teapot!" She turns to everyone she runs past, apologizing. "I'm SO sorry, it does this all the time."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
*This is the DragonTamer Hive Mind, coming to you live from places across the multiverse, including Kepler-22b, Arrakis, Endor, Knowhere, and many more!*
A small, three-legged robot shaped like an egg comes rushing in, bumping past everyone. Seconds later, a girl with long blue hair runs after it. "Terrako, you get your robot [gp] back here right now, you teapot!" She turns to everyone she runs past, apologizing. "I'm SO sorry, it does this all the time."
The insectile alien turn and looks down at the little egg shaped robot as it skitters towards it and reaches down to pick it up with on of its clawed hands. “You could cause injuries to the organics this space, cease your running” it drones out in a semi-robot voice that is accompanied by the sound of clicking mandibles. It’s grip is not harsh, but surprisingly gentle despite its frightening visage.
*This is the DragonTamer Hive Mind, coming to you live from places across the multiverse, including Kepler-22b, Arrakis, Endor, Knowhere, and many more!*
A small, three-legged robot shaped like an egg comes rushing in, bumping past everyone. Seconds later, a girl with long blue hair runs after it. "Terrako, you get your robot [gp] back here right now, you teapot!" She turns to everyone she runs past, apologizing. "I'm SO sorry, it does this all the time."
The insectile alien turn and looks down at the little egg shaped robot as it skitters towards it and reaches down to pick it up with on of its clawed hands. “You could cause injuries to the organics this space, cease your running” it drones out in a semi-robot voice that is accompanied by the sound of clicking mandibles. It’s grip is not harsh, but surprisingly gentle despite its frightening visage.
The girl walks up to the bug. "Thank you for catching it. I'm sorry if it caused any annoyance." She walks off, scolding the robot. "I swear, if you do that one more time I'll rip out your circuits and turn you into an rc."
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Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
A creamsicle-orange cat with antennae and big black eyes is trotting down the hall.
Bugendai approaches them. They seem to be an ordinary Earth black cat.
Steve-o rumbles *in cat language i guess* "what are you doing here?" with curiosity
“I’m with the winged lady. Are you the captain’s?” She starts circling them, in a playful way.
"The winged lady? OH you mean kiwi frankencop" *he makes up names for people he doesn't know and they're always dumb*
“I… How is that the nickname you settle on?” She stops walking and stares.
"She's green" he sits matter-of-factly
“Why cop? I get the Kiwi part, but cop I don’t understand?”
"I dunno, she just has a cop face?" his antennae wiggle
Turen stands up and walks over to the group. In the exact language they were speaking, she says, “I always thought I looked like a stereotypical librarian. The name is Turen.”
*back* "I'm gonna stick with Kiwi Frankencop, thanks" A man with firey gold hair and tan skin scoops Steve-O up. "Sorry about my cat, he's very curious" "ay, It's Dr. Shrimp Puerto Rico!" Steve-o meows
this is him
“Hello sir. I am Turen of the Hypo-Evul genus. This is my colleague, Bugendai. Is your name Dr. Shrimp Puerto Rico? Your orange friend seems to call you that.”
*quick lore thing. Turen and Skath are from the same world, but due to an odd mutation in their ancestors past, their ‘species’ experience rapid evolution, this is why they refer to their kind as a genus.*
The insect alien would walk towards Skath and the rabbit looking creature."I heard an explosion. Is medical aid required." The creature's voice drones out, a mix of robotic reverberation and clicking insectile drawl that remains monotone."
"Nah, we're all good. No one's hurt here. For now."
They seem stumped by the quiet question. “How am I supposed to give it back to you? Explosives are destroyed on use, and as far as I know, nobodies made a readable grenade. Also why would we need a demolitionist? Beyond uncontrolled destruction?”
"Oh, I was referring to the remaining parts. And the box. I can recomission them. Also, I've only made a SINGULAR reusable grenade, and it was tough. I see why no one else has made one yet. As for why you need a demolitionist... well... what do you need? I can be a bunch of things! I'm very helpful."
“How is a reusable grenade practical? How are grenades practical in a non-conflict scenario? At least tell me your an engineer?”
"Well... it's good for making money! You need a BOOM, I've got a BOOM. Plus, I can use the same BOOM many times, for different things. Like getting through walls. And yeah, I'm a Weapons Engineer. I'm also a pretty good Pyrotechnic Engineer. That doesn't come up that often though."
At that moment, one of the crows go in for a dive bomb. “MONTY NO!!!” Skath yells, and they retreat back to the ceiling.
"Um... I'm the demolitionist! Yeah, that's it. Could I have that back, by the way? I've got important things that I can do with these grenades! Like... blasting stuff!"
KOBOLDS WITH CANNONS! A RP thread about Small humanoids with Huge weapons.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
(Oh, whopps.Its all good. It's actually the Collectors from Mass Effect. The left is the official design and the two right are concept art.)
<Ohhhh. I can only see the text for most images, so I thought "Collector" + "Syringe" = The collector from Dead Cells. Sorry about the confusion>
KOBOLDS WITH CANNONS! A RP thread about Small humanoids with Huge weapons.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
They seem stumped by the quiet question. “How am I supposed to give it back to you? Explosives are destroyed on use, and as far as I know, nobodies made a readable grenade. Also why would we need a demolitionist? Beyond uncontrolled destruction?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Ah, I see.maybe a link would work better. Collector *
<Those look... terrifying. Are they good or bad? (I mean, I assume bad, but...)>
KOBOLDS WITH CANNONS! A RP thread about Small humanoids with Huge weapons.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
"Oh, I was referring to the remaining parts. And the box. I can recomission them. Also, I've only made a SINGULAR reusable grenade, and it was tough. I see why no one else has made one yet. As for why you need a demolitionist... well... what do you need? I can be a bunch of things! I'm very helpful."
*Trying-to-be-menacing-but-not-so-menacing chuckle*
KOBOLDS WITH CANNONS! A RP thread about Small humanoids with Huge weapons.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*In the game they are from they are technically bad guys, but they are also just husks that follow a far more powerful enemy and are more like tragic monsters then evil masterminds.
I've changed a few things for the character though*
The insect alien would walk towards Skath and the rabbit looking creature. "I heard an explosion. Is medical aid required." The creature's voice drones out, a mix of robotic reverberation and clicking insectile drawl that remains monotone.
“How is a reusable grenade practical? How are grenades practical in a non-conflict scenario? At least tell me your an engineer?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
<Sorry, gtg. I need sleep>
<I'll finish this tomorrow>
KOBOLDS WITH CANNONS! A RP thread about Small humanoids with Huge weapons.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*back*
"I'm gonna stick with Kiwi Frankencop, thanks"
A man with firey gold hair and tan skin scoops Steve-O up. "Sorry about my cat, he's very curious"
"ay, It's Dr. Shrimp Puerto Rico!" Steve-o meows
this is him
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*hi*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
*first conflict will be a person who got employed for different reasons. See, they were literally programmed to kill, and their deprogramming seems like it's going south*
I'm fry, and I make doodles. That's why they call me FRY DOODLES. Also no pressure but check out my YouTube channel (Fry Doodles)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, artsy dumpster fire who's always open to chat or share a fun fact or two. I’m ace
I'm a sensitive little sad bean. But, I'm also god's favorite princess and the most interesting girl in the world.
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, and certified silly goose
"Nah, we're all good. No one's hurt here. For now."
"Well... it's good for making money! You need a BOOM, I've got a BOOM. Plus, I can use the same BOOM many times, for different things. Like getting through walls. And yeah, I'm a Weapons Engineer. I'm also a pretty good Pyrotechnic Engineer. That doesn't come up that often though."
KOBOLDS WITH CANNONS! A RP thread about Small humanoids with Huge weapons.
Proud member of the EVIL JEFF CULT! PRAISE JEFF!
Homebrew Races: HERE Homebrew Spells: HERE Homebrew Monsters: HERE
MORE OF ME! (And platypodes/platypi/platypuses) (Extended signature)
*This is the DragonTamer Hive Mind, coming to you live from places across the multiverse, including Kepler-22b, Arrakis, Endor, Knowhere, and many more!*
A small, three-legged robot shaped like an egg comes rushing in, bumping past everyone. Seconds later, a girl with long blue hair runs after it. "Terrako, you get your robot [gp] back here right now, you teapot!" She turns to everyone she runs past, apologizing. "I'm SO sorry, it does this all the time."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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The insectile alien turn and looks down at the little egg shaped robot as it skitters towards it and reaches down to pick it up with on of its clawed hands. “You could cause injuries to the organics this space, cease your running” it drones out in a semi-robot voice that is accompanied by the sound of clicking mandibles. It’s grip is not harsh, but surprisingly gentle despite its frightening visage.
The girl walks up to the bug. "Thank you for catching it. I'm sorry if it caused any annoyance." She walks off, scolding the robot. "I swear, if you do that one more time I'll rip out your circuits and turn you into an rc."
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nail Wielder, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all)
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“Hello sir. I am Turen of the Hypo-Evul genus. This is my colleague, Bugendai. Is your name Dr. Shrimp Puerto Rico? Your orange friend seems to call you that.”
*quick lore thing. Turen and Skath are from the same world, but due to an odd mutation in their ancestors past, their ‘species’ experience rapid evolution, this is why they refer to their kind as a genus.*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
At that moment, one of the crows go in for a dive bomb. “MONTY NO!!!” Skath yells, and they retreat back to the ceiling.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!