Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: pod release,
- aeneas,
- alia atreides,
- arha masaari,
- arrowette,
- atomic robo,
- bart allen,
- batman,
- cameron mitchell,
- captain kirk,
- captain picard,
- chris ramirez,
- damian wayne,
- ender,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- gaius baltar,
- gandrayda,
- ghanima atreides,
- green arrow,
- guy gardner,
- hal jordan,
- ice,
- indigo,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- jason todd,
- jean grey,
- john hancock,
- kelly-087,
- kyle rayner,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lex luthor,
- luke skywalker,
- malcolm reynolds,
- michael westen,
- nanoha,
- nightwing,
- obi-wan kenobi,
- qui-gon jinn,
- robin,
- samus aran,
- sensor,
- sheeana,
- sir sparhawk,
- static,
- terry mcginnis,
- the major,
- wonder woman
Sooo...Meet-y
The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.
Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.
There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.
Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.
There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.
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'Chosen,' that was the vocabulary word for the day. 'Chosen' for. Aliens, or. He hadn't soaked it all in just yet, he had to mull, and there was a numb kind of look on his face as he stood just off to the side, peering about the other people in the room and not recognizing a damn one. "Greater purpose my-- ass," he was muttering under his breath, not even really SMOKING the cigarette, per se, just felt more comfortable with one hanging from his mouth, for the time being.
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"I didn't know Stacy had that sort of thing in her storage," Nanoha chuckled as she approached him. "I think she seems like more of the environmental type."
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Spike's eyes flickered downward - some girl? Who the hell put some girl into goo? Who WERE these people? - as he shifted from foot to foot. "The lady?" Or whoever. Computer. Something. He'd heard voices. He was going steadily more insane. "Had 'em on me." He plucked the cigarette from his mouth, smoke streaming from his nostrils. "Kind of a general rule. Don't know Stacy too well but she seems like more of a 'Save the Planet' kinda gal, yeah. I like my lung cancer."
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"I'm Nanoha, by the way. Is there anything I can help you with?"
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"Spike," he offered in return. "I have too many questions. Let's start with the most important, because I need a drink. Something hard."
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Sorry for the delay ;-;
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"My sentiments exactly."
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He gave Kazuya a nod of greeting, as was generally kosher, but not without eying him warily. Spike wasn't a jumpy person by nature, but a situation like this, maybe he was just a wee bit confused. "That how all the newbies are greeted?" he asked, after a pause, a bit mumbled around the cigarette, possibly referring to things involving weird space goo. "Or are we just a special bunch?"
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"Hard to say," Kazuya said, still rather confused about the place as well. "I was brought in last time. We didn't get any kind of explanation. Just thrust into a mob of cannibalistic undead mutants."
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It was that statement that had caught his attention, though, maybe something about 'cannibalistic undead MUTANTS' that just seemed a little OFF to him, he couldn't say way. The cigarette automatically drooped in his lips, eyebrows carefully furrowing back at the other man. "Wow, really is a special occasion. So might I be reminded again: What the HELL?"
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This would be interesting indeed.
"Your guess is as good as mine." Kazuya extended a gloved hand toward the other man. "Kazuya Mishima. You?"
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Well, to someone with Spike's experience it would probably seem like a spacesuit, but certainly a strange one. Form-fitting, slightly iridescent blue-green material, fitted with paneled sections here and there with compartments on top, and a slim-fitted 'backpack' in segments down her back. The faceplate's open—split in two, in fact, retracted to either side, revealing where the helmet is fitted tight to around her face.
And there's a transparent membrane covering that face, too, possible to miss at first glance, but it gives her only exposed skin a certain plasticine quality. It even stretches harmlessly over her eyes and nose and mouth.
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"Awful well-adjusted of you," Spike shot back in turn, eyebrows raised. He was leaning in a bit curiously, maybe just seeing the-- whatsit around her face too, another thing his suit didn't have. He puffed distractedly at his cigarette, nodding back at her. "Looks like someone got the memo, brought the suit and everything."
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"I always have this, actually. I'm a grasshopper." She watches for some hint of recognition in Spike's face, and almost immediately (she's getting better at this) continues on. "Kinda like a tourist, 'cept we help out some if we run into any real backwater places."
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Gavroche refused to believe he wasn't returning to France, and when he did. He was going to want matches.
So... just. A few. More. Inches.
You can do this Gamin. You know you can...
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He didn't have matches, but he DID have his lighter. His only lighter. His only source of FLAME. So it was a bit important. Gavroche's hand got itself in and nearly out before Spikes was wrapping around his wrist, without even looking down just yet. A few sprinkles of ash fell from his cigarette, a smirk at the corners of his lips as he peered down. "Not half-bad. Little more slick with the approach and you might've gotten me."
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"I don't know what you mean sir?" As if he just didn't have anything in his hand.
He's innocent. See?
Look at that face.
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"Is that all you have to say sir?" He was waiting for the landing blow.
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It was his.
"You're going to ruin it!"
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The little girl with the odd hat was going to each of them that looked approachable, offering what information, comfort and crackerbowl slop she could.
"Mister is th-" Cue coughing fit as she caught a mouthful of smoke.
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"Uhh, 'mister', kinda formal, ain't it? I'm good with Spike."