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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 18:23:19 GMT -5
Silver cast her a sideways glance. "I see. If this cage is as boring as it looks, I would probably like to attend as many events as you'll allow." --- Muse busied himself with recording the information. "Fine with me." the captain replied. But Glyph shook her head. "I can't do that, Grendel. It wouldn't be legal by Jalgar law or the agreement I made with the Trallyr for you. I have no desire to find myself living in that "bird brain craphole". But I can respect your people and not trade their information." Krallika grinned with a hospitality that's hard to place in the cold feeling it radiates. "If you'd like, My ven is in line for the next round." Silver can hear a cautionary gurgle from the stall beside them. <That thing. It is a terrible monster. I watched. I cannot forget.> Krallika pays it no mind. --- "Oh psh. Law shmaw. Fine. But you'll need something to give Krallika that's not me for your friend, then. I'll have to go with you anyway if you want to find it. You can't get in unless she knows you. But if I'm there she'll probably give you good seats, so to say." Silver's ears twitched at the voice. "Yes," she said hesitantly to Krallika before seeking the other speaker. <Hello?> --- "If we had a 'law shmaw' attitude about this we'd just infect the whole lot with my next brood and call it good." Mr. Stitcher warned. "Krallika. Nice name." said the captain. "What do you suggest we barter with?"
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 19:01:06 GMT -5
Krallika grinned with a hospitality that's hard to place in the cold feeling it radiates. "If you'd like, My ven is in line for the next round." Silver can hear a cautionary gurgle from the stall beside them. <That thing. It is a terrible monster. I watched. I cannot forget.> Krallika pays it no mind. --- "Oh psh. Law shmaw. Fine. But you'll need something to give Krallika that's not me for your friend, then. I'll have to go with you anyway if you want to find it. You can't get in unless she knows you. But if I'm there she'll probably give you good seats, so to say." Silver's ears twitched at the voice. "Yes," she said hesitantly to Krallika before seeking the other speaker. <Hello?> --- "If we had a 'law shmaw' attitude about this we'd just infect the whole lot with my next brood and call it good." Mr. Stitcher warned. "Krallika. Nice name." said the captain. "What do you suggest we barter with?" In the adjacent room are the pink glowing eyes of a Glyean. Much smaller than Aiig. <The Ven. Do not want to get close.> Krallika nods to Huggort who had followed, and he holds a hand out to her. "Wrist, please." --- Grendel scowls at him. "Law shmaw doesn't have to mean 'scoundrel shmastard'" Grendel turns her head back to the captain. "Money. Or a creature she'd like more."
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 19:18:03 GMT -5
Silver's ears twitched at the voice. "Yes," she said hesitantly to Krallika before seeking the other speaker. <Hello?> --- "If we had a 'law shmaw' attitude about this we'd just infect the whole lot with my next brood and call it good." Mr. Stitcher warned. "Krallika. Nice name." said the captain. "What do you suggest we barter with?" In the adjacent room are the pink glowing eyes of a Glyean. Much smaller than Aiig. <The Ven. Do not want to get close.> Krallika nods to Huggort who had followed, and he holds a hand out to her. "Wrist, please." --- Grendel scowls at him. "Law shmaw doesn't have to mean 'scoundrel shmastard'" Grendel turns her head back to the captain. "Money. Or a creature she'd like more." "My hands still have acid on them." Silver warned Huggort. She held out her wrist regardless. "Why do you want my wrist? And is that a Glycean? Why do you have a Glycean?" she glanced at Krallika with this questions, but mostly kept her eyes on Huggort. --- Mr. Stitcher laughed. "They might thank me. I'm symbiotic if the host isn't already dead." "So creature it is. What's her tastes?" asked the captain.
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 21:12:01 GMT -5
In the adjacent room are the pink glowing eyes of a Glyean. Much smaller than Aiig. <The Ven. Do not want to get close.> Krallika nods to Huggort who had followed, and he holds a hand out to her. "Wrist, please." --- Grendel scowls at him. "Law shmaw doesn't have to mean 'scoundrel shmastard'" Grendel turns her head back to the captain. "Money. Or a creature she'd like more." "My hands still have acid on them." Silver warned Huggort. She held out her wrist regardless. "Why do you want my wrist? And is that a Glycean? Why do you have a Glycean?" she glanced at Krallika with this questions, but mostly kept her eyes on Huggort. --- Mr. Stitcher laughed. "They might thank me. I'm symbiotic if the host isn't already dead." "So creature it is. What's her tastes?" asked the captain. Huggort puts a wristband on her wrist loosely. "It keeps the ven from eating you." Krallika looked over to the smaller glycean. "Ah, yes it is. They are exceedingly rare for something so intelligent. Especially when compared to their counterparts, hah. Isn't it exquisite? I was told the pink coloring is the rarest." --- "Psh. Don't act like any self respecting Jalgar would want any kind of alien nonsense in their bloodstream. Dead or alive." Her tone isn't disdainful, just matter-of-fact. "The animal has to be very dangerous or very rare. Both is a boon. Or beyond that it has to be a fan favorite but for something she probably picked up as rare you will likely have to match it in rarity. She likes colorful things and graceful things but all of that can be skipped if it's rare and deadly."
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 21:33:20 GMT -5
"My hands still have acid on them." Silver warned Huggort. She held out her wrist regardless. "Why do you want my wrist? And is that a Glycean? Why do you have a Glycean?" she glanced at Krallika with this questions, but mostly kept her eyes on Huggort. --- Mr. Stitcher laughed. "They might thank me. I'm symbiotic if the host isn't already dead." "So creature it is. What's her tastes?" asked the captain. Huggort puts a wristband on her wrist loosely. "It keeps the ven from eating you." Krallika looked over to the smaller glycean. "Ah, yes it is. They are exceedingly rare for something so intelligent. Especially when compared to their counterparts, hah. Isn't it exquisite? I was told the pink coloring is the rarest." --- "Psh. Don't act like any self respecting Jalgar would want any kind of alien nonsense in their bloodstream. Dead or alive." Her tone isn't disdainful, just matter-of-fact. "The animal has to be very dangerous or very rare. Both is a boon. Or beyond that it has to be a fan favorite but for something she probably picked up as rare you will likely have to match it in rarity. She likes colorful things and graceful things but all of that can be skipped if it's rare and deadly." Silver relaxed when it was just a wristband. "Thank you," she said to Huggort. She looked back to the Glycean. "Huh. I didn't know they were rare. Back home my roommate was a Glycean, we shared the basement. I didn't know they could be pink." <It sounds scary, but I have to see it.> she told the Glycean. <What is your name? I am called Silver.> --- Mr. Stitcher laughed again. "And that's why I wouldn't do it. I prefer to respect the choices of the living." "Warp Beasts." said the Captain immediately. She was grinning. "We'll find the deadliest and prettiest one and trade it. This is actually sounding like fun."
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 21:55:17 GMT -5
Huggort puts a wristband on her wrist loosely. "It keeps the ven from eating you." Krallika looked over to the smaller glycean. "Ah, yes it is. They are exceedingly rare for something so intelligent. Especially when compared to their counterparts, hah. Isn't it exquisite? I was told the pink coloring is the rarest." --- "Psh. Don't act like any self respecting Jalgar would want any kind of alien nonsense in their bloodstream. Dead or alive." Her tone isn't disdainful, just matter-of-fact. "The animal has to be very dangerous or very rare. Both is a boon. Or beyond that it has to be a fan favorite but for something she probably picked up as rare you will likely have to match it in rarity. She likes colorful things and graceful things but all of that can be skipped if it's rare and deadly." Silver relaxed when it was just a wristband. "Thank you," she said to Huggort. She looked back to the Glycean. "Huh. I didn't know they were rare. Back home my roommate was a Glycean, we shared the basement. I didn't know they could be pink." <It sounds scary, but I have to see it.> she told the Glycean. <What is your name? I am called Silver.> --- Mr. Stitcher laughed again. "And that's why I wouldn't do it. I prefer to respect the choices of the living." "Warp Beasts." said the Captain immediately. She was grinning. "We'll find the deadliest and prettiest one and trade it. This is actually sounding like fun." "Interesting! They are the rarest sentient species. They have to share a planet with those Krakki so they don't have much room. Few people know that pink is a possible eye color, since they usually sit in the reds range but here is an example to the contrary!" She started back towards the loud hallway. <If you insist. I am Ylge. Do not worry if you cannot say it.> --- "Great." Grendel laughed. "What's a warp beast?"
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 22:29:04 GMT -5
Silver relaxed when it was just a wristband. "Thank you," she said to Huggort. She looked back to the Glycean. "Huh. I didn't know they were rare. Back home my roommate was a Glycean, we shared the basement. I didn't know they could be pink." <It sounds scary, but I have to see it.> she told the Glycean. <What is your name? I am called Silver.> --- Mr. Stitcher laughed again. "And that's why I wouldn't do it. I prefer to respect the choices of the living." "Warp Beasts." said the Captain immediately. She was grinning. "We'll find the deadliest and prettiest one and trade it. This is actually sounding like fun." "Interesting! They are the rarest sentient species. They have to share a planet with those Krakki so they don't have much room. Few people know that pink is a possible eye color, since they usually sit in the reds range but here is an example to the contrary!" She started back towards the loud hallway. <If you insist. I am Ylge. Do not worry if you cannot say it.> --- "Great." Grendel laughed. "What's a warp beast?" Silver watched the receding figure. "Is your Ven up now? Should I clean up first?" <I will be back.> she told Ylge before running after Krallika. "May I room with the Glycean, or have a way between their stall and mine? They make good company, and we like similar environments." --- "Warp beast are practically demons!" the Captain started excitedly, "Mutated creatures that come only from the Dark Forest outside Taco City. They're made by warp fields- a strange phenomenon in the area that teleports animals, plants, and things randomly from different areas of the universe and maybe dimensions and combines them. The ones that don't die immediately are determined to kill everything in their path. They have no balance with the nature around them, and the locals hold killing competitions to try and get rid of them."
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 22, 2018 22:33:05 GMT -5
"Interesting! They are the rarest sentient species. They have to share a planet with those Krakki so they don't have much room. Few people know that pink is a possible eye color, since they usually sit in the reds range but here is an example to the contrary!" She started back towards the loud hallway. <If you insist. I am Ylge. Do not worry if you cannot say it.> --- "Great." Grendel laughed. "What's a warp beast?" Silver watched the receding figure. "Is your Ven up now? Should I clean up first?" <I will be back.> she told Ylge before running after Krallika. "May I room with the Glycean, or have a way between their stall and mine? They make good company, and we like similar environments." --- "Warp beast are practically demons!" the Captain started excitedly, "Mutated creatures that come only from the Dark Forest outside Taco City. They're made by warp fields- a strange phenomenon in the area that teleports animals, plants, and things randomly from different areas of the universe and maybe dimensions and combines them. The ones that don't die immediately are determined to kill everything in their path. They have no balance with the nature around them, and the locals hold killing competitions to try and get rid of them." "Hah. Only if you want to. Appearances are optional there." She raised a brow at silver but nodded. "There should be a window between you. I can unlatch it if you would like." They get closer to the hall and the animal noises are very loud. --- "Peculiar. I'm not sure how she would take to a mutated creature... No I don't know if she would like that as much but if it's a killing machine she might consider it."
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 22, 2018 22:52:26 GMT -5
Silver watched the receding figure. "Is your Ven up now? Should I clean up first?" <I will be back.> she told Ylge before running after Krallika. "May I room with the Glycean, or have a way between their stall and mine? They make good company, and we like similar environments." --- "Warp beast are practically demons!" the Captain started excitedly, "Mutated creatures that come only from the Dark Forest outside Taco City. They're made by warp fields- a strange phenomenon in the area that teleports animals, plants, and things randomly from different areas of the universe and maybe dimensions and combines them. The ones that don't die immediately are determined to kill everything in their path. They have no balance with the nature around them, and the locals hold killing competitions to try and get rid of them." "Hah. Only if you want to. Appearances are optional there." She raised a brow at silver but nodded. "There should be a window between you. I can unlatch it if you would like." They get closer to the hall and the animal noises are very loud. --- "Peculiar. I'm not sure how she would take to a mutated creature... No I don't know if she would like that as much but if it's a killing machine she might consider it." "I would like that. Thank you." responded Silver. As the noise level increased she found herself staying closer and closer to Krallika. "Why does the bracelet stop the Ven from eating me?" --- "Why wouldn't she like it?" asked the captain, ears drooping. "Each one is unique, and therefore rare. AND you have to be able to pull strings with the Rinamians, so few people can access or move them around." "Mmm." mumbled Glyph. "There are several that should be deadly enough to suite your lady's tastes. And speaking of tastes... I do not wish to obtain good or bad seats to any Red Ring events that involve abuse, torture, or murder. Please, and thank you. Ideally we will meet with the lady and have a talk, followed by the exchange of a warp beast for Silver. Now, Captain-" She sighed and clasped her hands together. "Captain, I am of a mind to exclude you from the meeting. Your coarse manners could act as a liability in negotiations. If you wish to attend you must show you can treat the lady like a queen in her country, and you must show this by practicing on Mr. Stitcher and Grendel." Captain stared at Glyph. "Fuuuu uuudge lollipops!" she exclaimed.
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Feb 28, 2018 22:10:46 GMT -5
"Hah. Only if you want to. Appearances are optional there." She raised a brow at silver but nodded. "There should be a window between you. I can unlatch it if you would like." They get closer to the hall and the animal noises are very loud. --- "Peculiar. I'm not sure how she would take to a mutated creature... No I don't know if she would like that as much but if it's a killing machine she might consider it." "I would like that. Thank you." responded Silver. As the noise level increased she found herself staying closer and closer to Krallika. "Why does the bracelet stop the Ven from eating me?" --- "Why wouldn't she like it?" asked the captain, ears drooping. "Each one is unique, and therefore rare. AND you have to be able to pull strings with the Rinamians, so few people can access or move them around." "Mmm." mumbled Glyph. "There are several that should be deadly enough to suite your lady's tastes. And speaking of tastes... I do not wish to obtain good or bad seats to any Red Ring events that involve abuse, torture, or murder. Please, and thank you. Ideally we will meet with the lady and have a talk, followed by the exchange of a warp beast for Silver. Now, Captain-" She sighed and clasped her hands together. "Captain, I am of a mind to exclude you from the meeting. Your coarse manners could act as a liability in negotiations. If you wish to attend you must show you can treat the lady like a queen in her country, and you must show this by practicing on Mr. Stitcher and Grendel." Captain stared at Glyph. "Fuuuu uuudge lollipops!" she exclaimed. Krallika gave Silver a grin. "That's a secret, and one of my best ones, too. If you figure it out I'll be extremely impressed." She opens the door to the loud hallway and the noise is incredible in volume. She strides quickly down the rows and rows of animals in cages that made silver's newest place of habitation look like a 4-star motel by comparison. Many gnash at the bars of the iron cage, some are succeeding in bending the bars, even. Each cage is labeled with symbols Silver cannot read. It's not too long before they exit this hall and shut the door behind them, blocking the sound out quite a lot as Krallika goes up the set of carpeted stairs before them You can hear the sound of a crowd. --- "Well I mean, it's totally a her thing and not a me thing but she has this thing about... the 'design' of an animal. You could probably give her one of whatever those are if it looks like it's put together for a purpose and not just a mishmash of parts and misfortune." Grendel shrugs. "Some events are entertaining for all I'd think..." she grumbles. She watches the conversation between the captain and glyph. "Ohohoo." Any comments she might have made on the necessity of this are usurped by the probability of entertainment.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Feb 28, 2018 23:27:18 GMT -5
"I would like that. Thank you." responded Silver. As the noise level increased she found herself staying closer and closer to Krallika. "Why does the bracelet stop the Ven from eating me?" --- "Why wouldn't she like it?" asked the captain, ears drooping. "Each one is unique, and therefore rare. AND you have to be able to pull strings with the Rinamians, so few people can access or move them around." "Mmm." mumbled Glyph. "There are several that should be deadly enough to suite your lady's tastes. And speaking of tastes... I do not wish to obtain good or bad seats to any Red Ring events that involve abuse, torture, or murder. Please, and thank you. Ideally we will meet with the lady and have a talk, followed by the exchange of a warp beast for Silver. Now, Captain-" She sighed and clasped her hands together. "Captain, I am of a mind to exclude you from the meeting. Your coarse manners could act as a liability in negotiations. If you wish to attend you must show you can treat the lady like a queen in her country, and you must show this by practicing on Mr. Stitcher and Grendel." Captain stared at Glyph. "Fuuuu uuudge lollipops!" she exclaimed. Krallika gave Silver a grin. "That's a secret, and one of my best ones, too. If you figure it out I'll be extremely impressed." She opens the door to the loud hallway and the noise is incredible in volume. She strides quickly down the rows and rows of animals in cages that made silver's newest place of habitation look like a 4-star motel by comparison. Many gnash at the bars of the iron cage, some are succeeding in bending the bars, even. Each cage is labeled with symbols Silver cannot read. It's not too long before they exit this hall and shut the door behind them, blocking the sound out quite a lot as Krallika goes up the set of carpeted stairs before them. You can hear the sound of a crowd. --- "Well I mean, it's totally a her thing and not a me thing but she has this thing about... the 'design' of an animal. You could probably give her one of whatever those are if it looks like it's put together for a purpose and not just a mishmash of parts and misfortune." Grendel shrugs. "Some events are entertaining for all I'd think..." she grumbles. She watches the conversation between the captain and glyph. "Ohohoo." Any comments she might have made on the necessity of this are usurped by the probability of entertainment. Silver hurried closely behind Krallika, squeaking at the reactions of some of the beasts. She tried to concentrate on the bracelet, examining the color, sniffing it (though her nose was poor and only good at detecting acids, metals, and strong odors), looked for runes (in case there was magic in this world after all), anything that looked electronic (in case of a reverse shock collar). This could all be in vain. Maybe she just trained it to not eat the wearer of a special bracelet..Her attention shifted as they neared the exit and toward the unseen but quickly approached crowd... --- Mr. Stitcher was laughing hard. "There is no way you will be attending the meeting." he teased. "Didn't you get thrown into jail for being rude to actual nobility in their homeland?" " MINOR POMPUS NOBILITY." Captain corrected. "Sensitive idiotic dolts who couldn't stand not being worshiped for being born in the right place and time- I didn't even use vulgarities!" "No wonder you liked the Trallyr so much," he continued. "Those -bleep- bird-brains might be bearable to talk to, but they're -bleep- useless if you need to actually DO SOMETHING!" Captain retorted. "Please calm down, Captain. You're not off to a very good start." Glyph said. "I HATE EVERY ONE AND EVERY THING!" Captain shouted back. Mr. Stitcher raised an eyebrow, and Glyph cocked her head. Captain's fists were curled up, and shaking. Glyph waited until they stopped before approaching. She beckoned Captain to lean down to her level, which Captain did. Captain's eyes remained on the floor, until Glyph gently brushed her cheek. Captain looked up at her, and Glyph took the opportunity to whisper something in the Captain's ear before kissing the cheek she had brushed. She turned away, and the Captain stood up blushing (or doing whatever Jalgar do instead). "Grendel, would you like to go for a walk?" Glyph asked her as she worked on removing the cuffs. "I have a number of Warp Beasts I have been following and taking notes on. Mr. Stitcher fancies himself a dabbling artist and can pick out nicely designed beasts from my files, while the Captain is very creative in imagining all the ways something can kill you. Their top picks can be run by you for approval when we return."
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Mar 3, 2018 15:58:31 GMT -5
Krallika gave Silver a grin. "That's a secret, and one of my best ones, too. If you figure it out I'll be extremely impressed." She opens the door to the loud hallway and the noise is incredible in volume. She strides quickly down the rows and rows of animals in cages that made silver's newest place of habitation look like a 4-star motel by comparison. Many gnash at the bars of the iron cage, some are succeeding in bending the bars, even. Each cage is labeled with symbols Silver cannot read. It's not too long before they exit this hall and shut the door behind them, blocking the sound out quite a lot as Krallika goes up the set of carpeted stairs before them. You can hear the sound of a crowd. --- "Well I mean, it's totally a her thing and not a me thing but she has this thing about... the 'design' of an animal. You could probably give her one of whatever those are if it looks like it's put together for a purpose and not just a mishmash of parts and misfortune." Grendel shrugs. "Some events are entertaining for all I'd think..." she grumbles. She watches the conversation between the captain and glyph. "Ohohoo." Any comments she might have made on the necessity of this are usurped by the probability of entertainment. Silver hurried closely behind Krallika, squeaking at the reactions of some of the beasts. She tried to concentrate on the bracelet, examining the color, sniffing it (though her nose was poor and only good at detecting acids, metals, and strong odors), looked for runes (in case there was magic in this world after all), anything that looked electronic (in case of a reverse shock collar). This could all be in vain. Maybe she just trained it to not eat the wearer of a special bracelet..Her attention shifted as they neared the exit and toward the unseen but quickly approached crowd... --- Mr. Stitcher was laughing hard. "There is no way you will be attending the meeting." he teased. "Didn't you get thrown into jail for being rude to actual nobility in their homeland?" " MINOR POMPUS NOBILITY." Captain corrected. "Sensitive idiotic dolts who couldn't stand not being worshiped for being born in the right place and time- I didn't even use vulgarities!" "No wonder you liked the Trallyr so much," he continued. "Those -bleep- bird-brains might be bearable to talk to, but they're -bleep- useless if you need to actually DO SOMETHING!" Captain retorted. "Please calm down, Captain. You're not off to a very good start." Glyph said. "I HATE EVERY ONE AND EVERY THING!" Captain shouted back. Mr. Stitcher raised an eyebrow, and Glyph cocked her head. Captain's fists were curled up, and shaking. Glyph waited until they stopped before approaching. She beckoned Captain to lean down to her level, which Captain did. Captain's eyes remained on the floor, until Glyph gently brushed her cheek. Captain looked up at her, and Glyph took the opportunity to whisper something in the Captain's ear before kissing the cheek she had brushed. She turned away, and the Captain stood up blushing (or doing whatever Jalgar do instead). "Grendel, would you like to go for a walk?" Glyph asked her as she worked on removing the cuffs. "I have a number of Warp Beasts I have been following and taking notes on. Mr. Stitcher fancies himself a dabbling artist and can pick out nicely designed beasts from my files, while the Captain is very creative in imagining all the ways something can kill you. Their top picks can be run by you for approval when we return." The bracelet has a metallic scent that silver cannot identify. It is not unpleasant. They reach the top of the stairs and it opens onto a balcony with iron railings and a few chairs built in to the floor. The crowd can be seen now, a large number of jalgar sitting in stadium-style seating around a concrete ring set into the ground below them. The balcony is above the audience's level and seems to be set into the opening through which things are taken into the ring. The ring itself is around 30 feet in diameter set around ten feet into the floor, ten foot fencing surrounding those walls, likely electric by the looks of it. When Krallika arrives on the platform the crowd gets excited. It's dark in the room, but you can still see. The lighting is a soft purple that is easy on the eyes but makes it difficult to pick people out in the crowd. The ring, however, seems to be lined with harsher, orange lights. A short jalgar is scrubbing the last bits of something off the floor as he heads out of the ring. When he is gone a gate opens on the side of the ring and releases a large, horned beast into the ring. It's the size of a rhinoceros and looks carnivorous. It's mouth is a jumble of teeth and spittle and it has a tail that reminds you of a scorpion. It's not happy to be here and it's angry growling makes the crowd rise in energy. Krallika grins out at the ring. "What do you think of that one?" --- Grendel just kind of watched the whole interaction at emotional arm's length. "I mean I hate the feathery buggers too. It's worse when they do do something. Research out the window." She shrugs. "I wouldn't be opposed to walking. Good luck making something that looks real." She gives the sentiment honestly.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 4, 2018 2:27:58 GMT -5
Silver hurried closely behind Krallika, squeaking at the reactions of some of the beasts. She tried to concentrate on the bracelet, examining the color, sniffing it (though her nose was poor and only good at detecting acids, metals, and strong odors), looked for runes (in case there was magic in this world after all), anything that looked electronic (in case of a reverse shock collar). This could all be in vain. Maybe she just trained it to not eat the wearer of a special bracelet..Her attention shifted as they neared the exit and toward the unseen but quickly approached crowd... --- Mr. Stitcher was laughing hard. "There is no way you will be attending the meeting." he teased. "Didn't you get thrown into jail for being rude to actual nobility in their homeland?" " MINOR POMPUS NOBILITY." Captain corrected. "Sensitive idiotic dolts who couldn't stand not being worshiped for being born in the right place and time- I didn't even use vulgarities!" "No wonder you liked the Trallyr so much," he continued. "Those -bleep- bird-brains might be bearable to talk to, but they're -bleep- useless if you need to actually DO SOMETHING!" Captain retorted. "Please calm down, Captain. You're not off to a very good start." Glyph said. "I HATE EVERY ONE AND EVERY THING!" Captain shouted back. Mr. Stitcher raised an eyebrow, and Glyph cocked her head. Captain's fists were curled up, and shaking. Glyph waited until they stopped before approaching. She beckoned Captain to lean down to her level, which Captain did. Captain's eyes remained on the floor, until Glyph gently brushed her cheek. Captain looked up at her, and Glyph took the opportunity to whisper something in the Captain's ear before kissing the cheek she had brushed. She turned away, and the Captain stood up blushing (or doing whatever Jalgar do instead). "Grendel, would you like to go for a walk?" Glyph asked her as she worked on removing the cuffs. "I have a number of Warp Beasts I have been following and taking notes on. Mr. Stitcher fancies himself a dabbling artist and can pick out nicely designed beasts from my files, while the Captain is very creative in imagining all the ways something can kill you. Their top picks can be run by you for approval when we return." The bracelet has a metallic scent that silver cannot identify. It is not unpleasant. They reach the top of the stairs and it opens onto a balcony with iron railings and a few chairs built in to the floor. The crowd can be seen now, a large number of jalgar sitting in stadium-style seating around a concrete ring set into the ground below them. The balcony is above the audience's level and seems to be set into the opening through which things are taken into the ring. The ring itself is around 30 feet in diameter set around ten feet into the floor, ten foot fencing surrounding those walls, likely electric by the looks of it. When Krallika arrives on the platform the crowd gets excited. It's dark in the room, but you can still see. The lighting is a soft purple that is easy on the eyes but makes it difficult to pick people out in the crowd. The ring, however, seems to be lined with harsher, orange lights. A short jalgar is scrubbing the last bits of something off the floor as he heads out of the ring. When he is gone a gate opens on the side of the ring and releases a large, horned beast into the ring. It's the size of a rhinoceros and looks carnivorous. It's mouth is a jumble of teeth and spittle and it has a tail that reminds you of a scorpion. It's not happy to be here and it's angry growling makes the crowd rise in energy. Krallika grins out at the ring. "What do you think of that one?" --- Grendel just kind of watched the whole interaction at emotional arm's length. "I mean I hate the feathery buggers too. It's worse when they do do something. Research out the window." She shrugs. "I wouldn't be opposed to walking. Good luck making something that looks real." She gives the sentiment honestly. "It looks stressed." Silver replied. "Where does it come from?" What did you have to do to get it? she thought to herself. Silver's own glow mixed with the lighting and gave her a light lavender overtone. She moved closer to the railing, her voice losing some of the edge it had before. "Do you train the animals and form teams, pitting one trainer's team against the other's? That is very popular back home..." --- Glyph grinned and took Grendel's freed hands in her own. "... You will need to suit up before we go outside. The air in this forest changes mixture and consistency, due to the warp fields. For safety's sake, please stay near me." Captain muttered something in agreement about the Trallyr and gave the group an apologetic look. "Sorry. I don't hate everyone. I don't even know you." The emphasis she directed to Grendel with a slight hand movement and shrug.
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Post by Prooobably Not Jeffely on Mar 20, 2018 16:52:35 GMT -5
The bracelet has a metallic scent that silver cannot identify. It is not unpleasant. They reach the top of the stairs and it opens onto a balcony with iron railings and a few chairs built in to the floor. The crowd can be seen now, a large number of jalgar sitting in stadium-style seating around a concrete ring set into the ground below them. The balcony is above the audience's level and seems to be set into the opening through which things are taken into the ring. The ring itself is around 30 feet in diameter set around ten feet into the floor, ten foot fencing surrounding those walls, likely electric by the looks of it. When Krallika arrives on the platform the crowd gets excited. It's dark in the room, but you can still see. The lighting is a soft purple that is easy on the eyes but makes it difficult to pick people out in the crowd. The ring, however, seems to be lined with harsher, orange lights. A short jalgar is scrubbing the last bits of something off the floor as he heads out of the ring. When he is gone a gate opens on the side of the ring and releases a large, horned beast into the ring. It's the size of a rhinoceros and looks carnivorous. It's mouth is a jumble of teeth and spittle and it has a tail that reminds you of a scorpion. It's not happy to be here and it's angry growling makes the crowd rise in energy. Krallika grins out at the ring. "What do you think of that one?" --- Grendel just kind of watched the whole interaction at emotional arm's length. "I mean I hate the feathery buggers too. It's worse when they do do something. Research out the window." She shrugs. "I wouldn't be opposed to walking. Good luck making something that looks real." She gives the sentiment honestly. "It looks stressed." Silver replied. "Where does it come from?" What did you have to do to get it? she thought to herself. Silver's own glow mixed with the lighting and gave her a light lavender overtone. She moved closer to the railing, her voice losing some of the edge it had before. "Do you train the animals and form teams, pitting one trainer's team against the other's? That is very popular back home..." --- Glyph grinned and took Grendel's freed hands in her own. "... You will need to suit up before we go outside. The air in this forest changes mixture and consistency, due to the warp fields. For safety's sake, please stay near me." Captain muttered something in agreement about the Trallyr and gave the group an apologetic look. "Sorry. I don't hate everyone. I don't even know you." The emphasis she directed to Grendel with a slight hand movement and shrug. "That thing come from the Corkitsit Home planet. They are very glad to be rid of it." Krallika watches it with interest. Huggort laughed a little. "I'd be stressed too if I were about to be lunch." Krallika shook her head. "No, I'm more of a naturalist, really. I like to see the animals acting as they were intended to by nature. Such wonderful development over so so very long... I appreciate then as they are. I have only trained one creature but that is for the safety of everyone here. My lovely still hunts like it should." She smiled. Silver can hear the sound of something opening beneath them. Some gate below the balcony more likely than not. The audience's attention is focused on that gate as something reaches out from it. It looks like a segmented branch, but that cannot be so as it is moving and extending out a three-toed foot towards the ground in the ring. The whole limb looks like the wood of the trees she saw outside. Another one follows it and she can get the sense that these limbs aren't reaching as much as lengthening. Segments slide from under each other and thin out as the front legs gingerly touch down on the top of the fence surrounding the ring.The forelegs pull the rest of the creature with them: It's torso was surprisingly small, taking up no less space than a minifridge might. The head was almost as large, however, and sat on a very thick neck that looked like what the legs might if they were not so long. Deep recesses in the face supposedly held eyes but Silver cannot see from her angle. The Jalgar in the audience back away from it, save for a veteran few. Krallika's attention is entirely on the creature. --- "Sounds like a mess out there. Ah, and don't worry about it." She waves a hand dismissively at the captain. "If you did, you might hate me anyway, so don't fret." She grins.
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Post by The Scrac that Smiles Back on Mar 20, 2018 19:10:19 GMT -5
"It looks stressed." Silver replied. "Where does it come from?" What did you have to do to get it? she thought to herself. Silver's own glow mixed with the lighting and gave her a light lavender overtone. She moved closer to the railing, her voice losing some of the edge it had before. "Do you train the animals and form teams, pitting one trainer's team against the other's? That is very popular back home..." --- Glyph grinned and took Grendel's freed hands in her own. "... You will need to suit up before we go outside. The air in this forest changes mixture and consistency, due to the warp fields. For safety's sake, please stay near me." Captain muttered something in agreement about the Trallyr and gave the group an apologetic look. "Sorry. I don't hate everyone. I don't even know you." The emphasis she directed to Grendel with a slight hand movement and shrug. "That thing come from the Corkitsit Home planet. They are very glad to be rid of it." Krallika watches it with interest. Huggort laughed a little. "I'd be stressed too if I were about to be lunch." Krallika shook her head. "No, I'm more of a naturalist, really. I like to see the animals acting as they were intended to by nature. Such wonderful development over so so very long... I appreciate then as they are. I have only trained one creature but that is for the safety of everyone here. My lovely still hunts like it should." She smiled. Silver can hear the sound of something opening beneath them. Some gate below the balcony more likely than not. The audience's attention is focused on that gate as something reaches out from it. It looks like a segmented branch, but that cannot be so as it is moving and extending out a three-toed foot towards the ground in the ring. The whole limb looks like the wood of the trees she saw outside. Another one follows it and she can get the sense that these limbs aren't reaching as much as lengthening. Segments slide from under each other and thin out as the front legs gingerly touch down on the top of the fence surrounding the ring.The forelegs pull the rest of the creature with them: It's torso was surprisingly small, taking up no less space than a minifridge might. The head was almost as large, however, and sat on a very thick neck that looked like what the legs might if they were not so long. Deep recesses in the face supposedly held eyes but Silver cannot see from her angle. The Jalgar in the audience back away from it, save for a veteran few. Krallika's attention is entirely on the creature. --- "Sounds like a mess out there. Ah, and don't worry about it." She waves a hand dismissively at the captain. "If you did, you might hate me anyway, so don't fret." She grins. Silver stared at the Ven, drawn to the bars to get a better look. "Wow." --- "A beautiful mess." Glyph insisted. She started guiding Grendel toward a wall, inside which a door appeared. "Thanks for the advanced warning." Captain replied with a raised eyebrow.
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