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crux_fleet2014-02-15 04:37 pm
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Entry tags:
- !log,
- !new arrivals,
- !npc: captain hollis,
- !npc: graham baker,
- !npc: science captain mcengineer,
- .hack//g.u.: haseo,
- attack on titan: levi,
- battletech: cassiopia suthorn,
- biomega: kanoe zouichi,
- ffviii: selphie tilmitt,
- hataraku maou-sama!: urushihara hanzo,
- mcu: steve rogers,
- pandora hearts: oz vessalius,
- pandora hearts: xerxes break,
- slayers: lina inverse,
- star control: zex,
- star trek: odo,
- the covenant: chase collins,
- tron legacy: tron
0003: NEW ARRIVALS
Who: New Arrivals, Captain Jack Hollis, Science Captain Urist McEngineer, Graham Baker
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with.]
Where: Briefing Room
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: None
When awakening, you'll find the area you're in to be very busy. The people in the medical ward are polite and understanding, but firmly refuse to answer questions until the briefing. The same goes for the robots in the hangars. Either given hospital outfits resembling very comfortable pajamas, drone bodies, or their own bodies, they are escorted by polite, unyielding people in red and black uniforms to the briefing room.
The room is large, but not quite large enough for some of the bigger Cybertronians. They've been given drone bodies at least, skinny little things with no real features beyond primitive masks made of paper plates. There's seats for everyone, at least, well-cushioned and comfortable, and the room is pleasantly lit.
A few Security personnel, dressed in their red and black uniforms, stand at ease in the rooms in strategic areas. Three men stand at the head. One is Graham Baker, a slightly nervous-seeming middle-aged man wearing a multi-layered business suit that seems rumpled and oversized. The other two men are dressed in military uniforms, one with the blue undershirt and piping of Command, while the other wears the gold of Science.
[Questions to the NPCs will go in the briefing thread. The rest of the post is there for people to mill about and do whatever with.]
Doctor West | Demonbane
...
[One would think at first, despite his crazy hairdo, piercings and face tatoos, he was just a mild mannered dude. Then the moment he got all of his things, His guitar and bike specifically... a loud and obnoxious guitar riff can be heard as he rode his bike, putting it to a screeching halt as once more the riff filled the air.]
DOCTAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEST!
[He points dramatically upwards with the biggest damn grin on his face.]
Ah, so this is the final frontier! The sea of stars in which mankind has stretched its hands towards to grasp its future and bring a brilliant shine of its own among the multitude of lights that dot its bleak chill!
FINALLY! This century's greatest genius... DOCTOR WEST has found a place truly worthy of his presence! REJOICE LOWER LIFE FORMS! For my genius will illuminate our path along the stars!!
[With another guitar riff, one can only say... who the hell is this guy and what is WRONG with him?]
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Are you malfunctioning?
[Please say you're malfunctioning. Tron doesn't want to know what other crazy people the space accident dropped on them at this rate.]
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[He lets out a melancholy sigh as he strums his guitar again. And by melancholy I men downright melodramatic that he leans back in the seat of his bike with one hand thrown across his face. Sorry Tron, you had the misfortune of meeting the MADDEST (at least from West's universe) scientist.]
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[Great genius. Riiiiight.]
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To design, to create, to improve and adapt to even the most arduous of circumstances and most unbelievable of situations! That is what my brilliance is pushed towards! The very heart of the human soul! Our drive to overcome all adversity with brilliance and ingenuity! And no other human is as brilliant as DOCTOR WEST!!
[Tron... as West pontificates and gesticulates wildly, you will notice that his cowlick was... emoting. It was reacting with his mood and now somehow resembled a lightningbolt. How? ... Really good hairgel maybe?]
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So can you get us back where we belong?
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[Suddenly the cowlick deflates like a balloon with its air let out and West's expression looks dead serious.]
Even a man as brilliant as I am has limits that he would place before his path. Attempting to open a door through space, to other universes, other realities. Such a thing would be the very DREAM of a scientific mind! But I also see the risks, for you see, opening one door can open others, even a brilliant mind like my own could barely calculate just where such a door would open to!
And I know what the very worst case scenario can be. Not personally, but when Cthulhu itself was used as a sacrifice in order to attempt such a feat to throw open doors that were never meant to be opened, even a brilliant mind like myself would be wary.
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So we are trapped here, because it is inadvisable to repeat the experiment that brought us?
[His User-to-things-that-make-sense database is, alas, a work in progress.]
All right.
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This fellow qualifies as an event all by himself. Break can't help but stare goggle-eyed at him (even sneaking a peek with his mechanical eye, although the information he's been getting from it still doesn't make that much sense, although in this instance not much sense is precisely right).
Now that he's has a moment to absorb this spectacle, he rearranges his features into a brilliant smile and chirps: ]
Well, I know I'm very pleased you're here.
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Ahhh... To finally be somewhere my genius can be appreciated! The lonely heart that beats within my chest, so constantly dogged by countless obstacles seeking to drag me to the very pits of despair now feels a joy so indescribable!
[West leaps off his bike and stage dives, somehow NOT messing up and skidding all the way to stop in front of Break... unfortunately he forgot to take into account the friction that would be applied and his legs are now feeling a lot of pain.]
Ahaha... I think in my joy my brilliant mind had made an inconceivably painful error.
[His voice is downright comically strained as fat tears well up in his eyes and he struggles to keep his face in its currently stupidly happy expression.]
I would be very pleased if you could help me find antiseptic and a lot of bandages...
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HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE HE!
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[West proceeded to point at the creepy blue doll in abject shock... but not exactly for the reasons Break would think.]
THAT CREEPY LOOKING THING ON YOUR SHOULDER!!! Is it... IS IT A GRIMORE?! I thought that so deep in the depths of space I would not encounter such a thing ever again! But here is one right now! A very horrifying and nightmarish one indeed that my brave heart is quivering with fear!!
[West shuffles back... and cringes. Painfully. Yeah his legs are still in a lot of pain and that movement did not help at all. With that he points dramatically at Break.]
You... you're a sorcerer then?! Just what kind of pact did you make with that terrifying repository of knowledge so ancient and terrifying that an unprepared mind would no doubt feel it creep from his ears and flee for the mountains?!
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Tut tut, Emily. You shouldn't laugh at people when they're being ridiculous, they don't like it.
[ Now he beams at West and bows, apologetically. ]
No, no. She's not a "grimoire." She's Emily. Say how-de-do, Emily. [ She blows a raspberry. ] Ah, haha! Sorry. You know how kids are. Goodness, that looks like it hurts! Does it hurt? Let's go back to the medical bay, you were just there, right?
[ He turns on his heel and trots off, at a pace too fast for West's painful shuffling. ]
What is a grimoire, if you don't mind my asking? I say, knowledge that creeps out of one's ears and flees for the mountains, that sounds terribly distressing!
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Believe me, someone of my stature would very much know how frustrating children can be.
[West manages to cope with the pain as best as a genius like him could. Which was to say, not at all.]
Grimores... they played a frustrating role in a part of my life when I had fallen in with a very unsavory group of terrifying individuals known as the Black Lodge! A collection of the most terrifying, inconceivably fiendish sorcerers who very much often referred to themselves as the darkest, worst and most evil sinners in existence! Master Therion their leader however was very skilled at employment benefits! Who could say no to a contract that included a company incentive paid vacation and an amazing health plan along with unlimited funding?
[West claps his hands with a sigh, clearly sinking into memories.]
Ah those were the days, being able to create with not a care in the world and show off my brilliant creations to the citizenry of the city of Arkham... admittedly though I had to hand in my resignation. Disagreements with a change of management and all... it involved an enormously frightening amount of murder.... but that is neither here nor there! You wished to hear about the Grimores!
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They have so much power in each page that the books themselves have souls and form contracts for prices that only they would choose! There's no telling what they would ask for, be it companionship or a murder or their sorcerer's very SOUL!
[West flails his hands into the air, moving his fingers wildly in what one can assume to be a spooky manner!]
They seem to enjoy taking the forms of little girls or dolls. One or the other. Its really quite scientifically vexing because there's no way to tell where all that mass comes from!!
My rival Kurou Daijuuji had one himself, and Master Therion had tasked me to retrieve it since Daijuuji was at that time my greatest and most skilled foe! Oh the battles of yesteryear... He would win some, and I would come exceedingly close to achieving victory were it not for his bond with Al Azif!!
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An "enormously frightening amount of murder," why that sounds terribly scary! Ah! Here we are at the infirmary, they can patch up your skinned knees, and perhaps also get those, er, things out of your face.
[ A vague wave at West's facial piercings. ]
Anyway, did you ever.... ah, did you ever come exceedingly close to contracting with a Grimoire yourself?
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[West is gonna clutch his hands over as many as he could cover. His next comment is admittedly a LITTLE muffled.]
Ah, the closest I have ever gotten was powering one of my inventions with a wayward page from Al Azif - though she and Daijuuji took it back. But to contract with a Grimore myself? The thought had never even passed across my brilliant mind, for there are some things that I would not abide.
[West moves his hands away before chortling to himself.]
While I have no doubts that Daijuuji and Al Azif's partnership is more than convenience - holding a tremendously deep bond with each other with all the sweetness and warmth of the most beautiful sunset despite the many times they have bit at each other, observation of her behaviors most certainly proves that any man who contracts with a Grimore... is most certainly going to be driven insane! And a genius like me knows how to avoid such traps.
[Yes, because having a Mad Scientist who has magic possibly becoming MORE crazy would be too horrifying for words.]
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Haha! Emilyyy!
[ He perches himself, cross-legged, on an examination table, but not before filching a lollipop most likely intended for the pediatric population of the clinic. He bites down on it, noisily. ]
So you don't go in for tremendously deep, beautiful bonds with other people? That's fortunate, I suppose. Your inventions, did you say? Are you —
[ He breaks off, squeezing his eyes shut several times, in the manner of someone who's had a contact lens go astray. He realizes he's doing it and stops, trying to smile, but with limited success. ]
Are you an inventor, then? What sorts of things do you invent?
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Aaah such bonds are a beautiful thing to witness indeed, but a man who goes through such lengths to further the path of human understanding and knowledge would not be able to maintain such bonds for indeterminate lengths of time... oh such a lonely path I lead!
[Still, West recovers when he was asked.]
Oh I only invent the greatest inventions ever made! When a scientific solution was always required I built it!
But mostly I build robots! From towering giants to the beauty of my perfect maiden Elsa....
[He trailed off slowly then hung his head.]
Whyyyy Elsa... Whyyy did you never love meeeeeeee!
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[ Mechanical men, he was going to say, but...
Well, it all makes sense. ]
Ahaha, if I might be so bold to say so, building mechanical ladies who don't, er, love you seems rather to defeat the point.
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If I am to be loved by my creations, then I will EARN THAT LOVE rather than simply enter a cheat code for it!
[That's... surprising to say the least.]
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[ A beat, that stretches into an almost awkward pause. ]
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THERE you are. :D
[With a really bad speech over top of it. Deadlock is not a music fan.]
Put that fraggin' thing out of its misery already!
[Or Deadlock's misery, whatever.]
Probably should have tossed you a link. My bad.
[West swings around to point at Deadlock... and sloooowly move his pointing finger uuuup towards the Decepticon's face. Blinking for a moment.]
Eh?
[Blinkblinkblink]
Now what on Earth is THIS? This cool and sophisticated yet overdesigned form? And with such an under-appreciation for my musical talent! Clearly whoever designed you has SOME taste, but a poor hand in programming!
[West sniffs in an offended manner. Admittedly he doesn't exactly understand how bad an idea it is to insult the larger being who could easily squash him into a pulp.]