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Entry tags:
- !!stacy,
- !location: pod caverns,
- !plot: pod release,
- alphonse elric,
- amaterasu,
- arika,
- calls-all,
- demyx,
- devlin levin,
- dhianeila,
- doc samson,
- donatello,
- einhart stratos,
- eleventh doctor,
- gwen mackenzie,
- kogasa tatara,
- kouji kabuto,
- link,
- maydril val mandrian,
- megaman,
- michael blanc,
- minako arisato,
- ophelia,
- ozma lee,
- pepper potts,
- peter venkman,
- prince of all cosmos,
- ranka lee,
- ratchet,
- reimi saionji,
- riddick,
- setsuna sakurazaki,
- seviilia brightwing,
- sheryl nome,
- starfire,
- stoick,
- suki,
- susan foreman,
- temperance brennan,
- terra,
- tony stark (movie),
- vanyel ashkevron,
- wes janson
Podpop
[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]
||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.
In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.
--
There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.
Then the world lurches.
The chamber here is humid.
Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.
They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.
You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.
Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.
As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.
The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...
Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.
Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.
When you call out, ask where you are, a voice speaks to you, in your head. She tells you:
||You are here.||
When you ask who she is, she tells you that her name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but that you may call her Stacy. When she tells you who she is, there is a gush of emotion, love, maternal warmth. You are on a ship. She is that ship. Her name is Stacy and she loves you. Her voice is warm and motherly, even if these messages sound almost automated.
Glowing phosphorescenet lights appear in pustules along the floor. They lead you up a massive spiraling walkway that gives you a view of what are possibly millions in stasis. At the top is a room with moving vines that clean you and clothe you in a plant-like body-suit--soft, but durable. After that, the lights lead you to a great cavernous room with a clear floor that lets you see all the holes and tunnels in the walls of it. When you reach the center, the last thing she tells you before whisking you away to gather your belongings and meet the rest of the crew is this reassuring thought:
||You have been Chosen to accomplish a Great Purpose. You have been Chosen to help fight the Ohm, a race of insectoid beings that are the destroyers of worlds.||
||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||
She will tell you nothing more. Your answers lie with these "others" she speaks of.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.
In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.
There was nothing. You were going about your normal life, then there was a bright light, and then? Nothing.
Then the world lurches.
The chamber here is humid.
Actually, "chamber" isn't quite accurate. You're in a cavern, half-lit by an eerie greenish light, going on and on as far as the eye can see. The light is coming from what can only be described as pods, glistening, round greenish-yellow things, glowing with a pale inner light, outlining human -- and not quite human -- forms. Each is rooted to the floor, to the walls, with something black, twisted, and unidentifiable.
They line the walls of the cavern, go up in maddeningly high columns, curling and corkscrewing up into the darkness, until the light from them is like that of the stars, glowing pale and mournful in clusters in the darkness above. Twisted walkways and stairs crisscross, traverse the platforms in front of the pods, wending their way back and forth, up and down through the chamber.
You just came from one of those pods, broke free like a butterfly from a (slimy, nasty) chrysalis.
Now you stand alone but not quite alone, naked, not knowing how you got there, who took you, or why you were taken.
As your body heats up again, you realize the air is warm -- just a few degrees too warm to be comfortable -- and muggy; it smells acrid and organic, like freshly spilt blood and sweat. Your mouth tastes of salt.
The floors are pulsing under your feet, throbbing...
Wherever you are, this entire place...is alive.
Oh, and also you're naked and covered in alien snot.
When you call out, ask where you are, a voice speaks to you, in your head. She tells you:
When you ask who she is, she tells you that her name is STA'C K'LTRRB'TXFT, but that you may call her Stacy. When she tells you who she is, there is a gush of emotion, love, maternal warmth. You are on a ship. She is that ship. Her name is Stacy and she loves you. Her voice is warm and motherly, even if these messages sound almost automated.
Glowing phosphorescenet lights appear in pustules along the floor. They lead you up a massive spiraling walkway that gives you a view of what are possibly millions in stasis. At the top is a room with moving vines that clean you and clothe you in a plant-like body-suit--soft, but durable. After that, the lights lead you to a great cavernous room with a clear floor that lets you see all the holes and tunnels in the walls of it. When you reach the center, the last thing she tells you before whisking you away to gather your belongings and meet the rest of the crew is this reassuring thought:
||You have been Chosen as champions of life, as protectors of the worlds and peoples that are left. The others are waiting for you. They will explain everything.||
She will tell you nothing more. Your answers lie with these "others" she speaks of.
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Really, next to that, even the voice whispering sweet nothings inside his head didn't really do anything for him.
Slime.
Naked.
Everything else could be dealt with later, first he had to find the witch that was talking inside his head, demand his clothes back, and figure out just when the heck someone had decided he was a hero.
Obviously, someone had been aiming for his brother a missed.
He flicked his hand, sending slime flying in all directions.
What was this, super lube? Whale Snot? "F------ h---, what the F--- is this then?"
No he didn't care about the alien invasion, no he didn't care about this bull of 'oh save the universe'.
His legs felt funny, sea legs not quite yet adapted to the fact that there wasn't a sea to rock him, and the ship was big enough not to be rocked.
THAT thought was utterly baffling. "Hello, sleepy heads, any actual heroes around here with a damned clue?"
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The pod split open, and Mao spilled out, blind; he hit the floor, coughing, spitting out gobs of foul, gelatinous matter from between his fangs. He was covered in slime--a lot of slime, sticky and viscous, his thick white hair plastered to his scalp, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he groped along the floor, naked.
Where--?!
He flailed, stumbling, extending his arms blindly to try to find something, anything to grab onto. He found the wall, at least, bracing himself against it while some voice--a female, he noted, with some interest--kept talking, murmuring some nonsense in his ear. The slime, for the moment, was ignored. He barely cared about the nudity, either--he was a demon, after all, streaking was practically required. But the glasses--
Who the hell took someone's glasses?!
Over--and under--the sound of cursing and other voices, however, he got two implications. One, that someone thought he was a hero. Two--
--well, really, most of Stacy's words were utterly wasted on the demon.
He raised his voice as loudly as it would go, echoing furiously off the walls.
"All right, this isn't funny! You have three seconds to give me back my glasses and maybe I won't kill you and experiment on your corpses!"
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"As for you, sir--" regarding the freckled man with a bit of trepidation, "I'm afraid I have no clue either. Though there has to be someone with some answers."
May hoped that, at least. She really did.
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But he managed to restrain the urge to bow politely. "Yeah well, situation as it is, seems like we're pretty well screwed until we find some answers. Think the voice has any of them, aside from the canned speech?" The Voice so far did not warrant a name.
He sighed when the kid started shouting, reminded keenly of Luffy for a moment. "Look kid, neither one of us have your glasses. Calm down for a few seconds and we'll try to find them, alright?"
Through it all, even moving forward to check on the kid, he made no attempt to hide his nakedness. Really, naked was the least of his worries right now, as his hands flexed to test their readiness if this came down to a fight. He'd been in chains too long, he wasn't sure of his body anymore. "I'm Ace, you?"
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Blind--!He bared his fangs angrily. "Forget your stupid answers!" he snapped, practically shouting over the sounds of other voices to make sure his rage was absolutely heard. "You're going to help me find them, and then you're going to tell me where we are and what you plan to do to fix this!"
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"I already offered to help you find your glasses. I will place my hands on your shoulders, and guide you, and we will go find them, xas? This works for you?"
She gave a patient smile to the taller man, eyes clearly fixed on his face, and offered him a nod. "I am Maydril val Mandrian, but call me May. Less of a mouthful, that way." Plus there was probably no one else who counted as nobility from her land, and so titles and all that? Likely didn't matter a whit.
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"Hey, brat, our answers may find you your glasses, so our answers are pretty much tied to what you want, aren't they? We don't know where we are, or anything except that the telepathic space mom chit-chatting in our heads and is telling us what it wants us to think. Which, I dunno about you two, but I'm going to take it with a pinch of salt and a lot skepticism."
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A thought occurred to him, as sickening as it was offencive:
What if he'd been captured by delinquents?!
Did delinquents do that? Raspberyl certainly wouldn't, idiot that she was, but who knew how new or stupid these delinquents could be--if they were even demons at all. Maybe it was aliens!
He scowled, his brain racing through possibilities as thick goo dripped down his face.
Ah, whatever. If worst came to worst, he, Mao, the son of the Overlord and number one honour student with a 1.8 million EQ, could wipe the floor with any stupid delinquent or human or anything else that tried to pull anything even remotely funny over him.
Voice or no voice, he was prepared.
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She really hoped her sword was here.
"You may be able to make out lights upon the floor. My intent is to follow them," Maydril informed the white-haired boy.
"I was hoping that we could find these others that Stacy spoke of. I am not entirely certain I wish to or like the idea of someone who can speak directly into my mind," past my own shields, she didn't say, "but she did intimate that there were other people here. People who do know what is going on."
"And for those of us who care about these answers, I imagine that is where we shall find them."
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Something powerful enough to kidnap all of them and talk directly in their brains was going to do whatever it wanted, regardless of anything they did. So they might as well follow directions like good little lambs to the slaughter.
At least it wasn't that much different than Impel Down, just had a fifty/fifty chance of him getting dead rather than a hundred.
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What lights?!
Hatred and anger bubbled up in him, and Mao scowled more deeply as her hands clasped his shoulders. He didn't knock her away, though, instead staying where he was by a miracle of restraint until she started guiding him forward; he was walking blind, unable to see so much as the ground beneath his feet, but he could tell something was wrong with the ground, at any rate--it was squishy, and not even 'buried under several layers of mould' squishy. It was like walking on really fat corpses or something, only without the rotting and lumps.
If this was a trap...
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Maydril took a moment to meditate and strengthen her shields. That was much better. Usually her mother's heritage didn't affect her quite so badly. She chalked it up to the turmoil she felt, but tried not to show.
"I see a room up ahead--it looks large. That seems promising..." However, May didn't increase her pace at all. The floor was odd enough that she didn't want to rush this boy and perhaps make him trip. That would be bad all around.
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If he'd had pants, he would have been walking with his hands in the pockets. He wasn't sure what the think about the floors, it kinda felt like walking on a sea king, if anyone was terminally stupid enough to try it. Didn't feel quiet right beneath his feet. Not like land, not like the deck of a ship under him.
It was some strange mix between solid and not solid and he wasn't sure he liked it. "A room, huh? Guess we get to find out if we get to eat lunch or be lunch, then, don't we?"
Good job with that HTML. xD
A room?!
"Where?!" Mao asked reflexively, turning his head to try and see it--but of course he could not, his large red eyes darting back and forth uselessly, searching for what he inevitably could not see. Still, he tried; the futility of the exercise was evident, though and his frustration bubbled over, making him jerk out of Maydril's grasp irritably.
"You're too slow!"
:( this is why I hate using it. Can't edit it either.
At least it made her far less self-conscious about being naked.
The room opened up, and Maydril let Mao go for the moment. It was at that moment that Stacy chose to speak to her once again, at least to judge by the shocked (and slightly offended) expression on her face.
Adding insult to injury? She was snatched up by a tentacle, too surprised to scream, and taken...somewhere else.