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crux_fleet2014-06-27 01:34 am
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FRIENDS AT MISCUN: very friendly!!
Who: High Priest of Kore, Prime Minister Ezo, and their four volunteers
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 26, around noon
Warnings: Crazy aliens!
The High Priest of Kore - no one gives a name for them, referring to them only by title - greets the four Fleet citizens with a solemn bow. They are dressed similarly to the lower priests and the monks in the Temple: in long, heavy robes that appear to be made of dozens of strips of cloth, sown together at odd angles, with a variety of mismatched adornments. The jagged pattern compliments the chaotic, pointy architecture of the Temple, although it isn't necessarily pleasing to look at.
The tall alien leans forward, eyes gleaming. They seem to be attempting a friendly demeanor, but something about it makes it feel predatory instead.
"Friends, your presence here honors me. When we detected your Fleet passing through our solar system, we suspected that you might be on board. It is fortunate that Prime Minister Ezo was able to contact your leader."
The Prime Minister in question stands at the edge of the gathering, nodding to each of the Fleet members repeatedly. They are clearly an old Miscun, with an unusually wrinkled face, and it makes them seem regal and imposing. The rapid nodding does dispel those notions, though, since it looks rather silly, sort of like a bobblehead. When the High Priest motions to Ezo, they step forward, the nodding becoming even more frantic before tapering off as they begin to speak.
"This may be sudden for you," they say, "but we have made all possible arrangements down here for you. There are rooms ready, and you may have anything you wish. All you have to do is remain with us, in this most sacred space. Where you belong."
Ezo's face stretches into a smile. It looks almost painful on that wide mouth.
"We are certain that your leader will understand how important this is for us. And surely your presence will allow us to prosper under the Chaotic One..."
Where: Kore, capital city of planet Miscun
When: June 26, around noon
Warnings: Crazy aliens!
The High Priest of Kore - no one gives a name for them, referring to them only by title - greets the four Fleet citizens with a solemn bow. They are dressed similarly to the lower priests and the monks in the Temple: in long, heavy robes that appear to be made of dozens of strips of cloth, sown together at odd angles, with a variety of mismatched adornments. The jagged pattern compliments the chaotic, pointy architecture of the Temple, although it isn't necessarily pleasing to look at.
The tall alien leans forward, eyes gleaming. They seem to be attempting a friendly demeanor, but something about it makes it feel predatory instead.
"Friends, your presence here honors me. When we detected your Fleet passing through our solar system, we suspected that you might be on board. It is fortunate that Prime Minister Ezo was able to contact your leader."
The Prime Minister in question stands at the edge of the gathering, nodding to each of the Fleet members repeatedly. They are clearly an old Miscun, with an unusually wrinkled face, and it makes them seem regal and imposing. The rapid nodding does dispel those notions, though, since it looks rather silly, sort of like a bobblehead. When the High Priest motions to Ezo, they step forward, the nodding becoming even more frantic before tapering off as they begin to speak.
"This may be sudden for you," they say, "but we have made all possible arrangements down here for you. There are rooms ready, and you may have anything you wish. All you have to do is remain with us, in this most sacred space. Where you belong."
Ezo's face stretches into a smile. It looks almost painful on that wide mouth.
"We are certain that your leader will understand how important this is for us. And surely your presence will allow us to prosper under the Chaotic One..."
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This time, no forcefields, no electromagnetic lock, no nothing.
It worked.
Odo opened the door. He then made a satisfied: ] Humph.
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Okay, maybe that's a door.
Namur squints as he runs. Yeah, it's probably a door. Well, he'll slam through somehow. They shouldn't have put this many walls and doors between him and his family if they wanted their stupid building to stay up. He drops his head as he runs, ready to shoulder check the door, when he hears a soft click, and some dude opens it casually. Namur skids to a stop, having to brace himself with his hands on the floor so he winds up in an apelike crouch in front of Odo, scorch marks trailing on the ground behind.]
The hell're you? Where's Fi?
[Namur stands to his full height- eight feet- and grabs the door to shove it open further, whether Odo's in the way or not.]
Fionna!? Grell!! Y' lot in here???
[Sorry, Odo. He's got a bit of a one-track mind.]
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[Fionna was NOT flown over by Odo, which meant that she had to fight her way out. This was not a problem for her. She kicked and bit, but mostly swung her makeshift sword dangerously and even barreled into guards to get to Namur. It was slow taking, and really, she could use some help from Grell right now, but Fionna is determined].
COMIN-DUDE, FRIG OFF!
[One guard went flying].
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When the guards began using Tasers, Francœur turned around so he could use his back to shield Fionna. His shell was too thick to be damaged by such a weapon. He reached his arms out, offering to her to take the flea express back to the exit. Unfortunately, he could only carry one person at a time; it would be too dangerous to try taking Grell and Fionna at the same time.]
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He flew over the guards and fortunately managed to avoid the tasers. It wouldn't be so easy on the way back, however. As Francoeur was taking Fionna out, he reached towards Grell and morphed into the oversized version of his falcon form in order to get her out.]
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How rude!
[She hurls her brush at the guard, knocking him unconscious before seeing Odo reach out for her and transformed into a falcon.
A falcon!
There's little time to react as she's grabbed, but that doesn't stop her from flailing a bit from the sudden lift off. More tasers are being shot at them, sobering her up from the initial shock. In retaliation, she hurls a Firaga spell at a group of them, watching at they all catch fire.]