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8 yrs ago
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8 yrs ago
If you're not trying to romance the Pokemon, what's the fucking point?
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8 yrs ago
Can't help but read 'woah' as a regular 'wuh', but 'whoa' as a deep, masculine 'HOO-AH!'
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8 yrs ago
That's patently untrue. I planted some potassium the other day, and no matter how much I watered it, all I got was explosions.
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9 yrs ago
on holiday for five days. if you need me, toss a rock into the fuckin' desert and I'll whisper in your dreams
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According to the IRC, I'm a low-grade troll. They're probably not wrong.

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"Glitter, huh? Sparkly-ass bourgie dust, fresh from the plastics factory n'..." Giggles muttered on, tilting Diana's glass towards him and squinting into it before dipping a gloved finger in and touching it to his tongue. He shrugged, eyebrows raised amicably. "Not bad, though. I'm sure Borulama here can... Hang on."

Some clearly blue-collar prole who'd been nodding to the corner games finally introduced himself, and Giggles remembered why he preferred nightclubs to bars. Always some adventurer type listening over your shoulder, trying to network.

Borulama gave his introduction as Giggles surreptitiously shouldered Marco and made 'you're messing up my business' motions. He spoke out of the corner of his mouth, trying to sound hushed enough not for Borulama to hear, and distinctly failing. "We're not gonna meet the damn Mogul, come on, I'm tryna hustle-"

Arms dealer?

"Holy hell, you're selling out? Gimmegimmegimme-" Giggles's eyes lit up and he shoved hands and bodies and drinks aside to clear a space on the table muttering something like 'hold up busyboys I got a plinker to lose'. His hand appeared on Marco's wrist as he banged his backpack on the table and started unpacking its contents.

"Listen, are you doing stock clearance? Installments? Loans even? I got twelve hundred credits now, more on the way and I really need an air plasma carbine. Let's see, I got-" Objects started to appear. "Two spike jammers, a language interface, some, I dunno, think those are octane cell batteries, uh, this apple I guess? I got some welding glasses, a metal-printed six-shot, don't look too hard at it I have standards I swear, uh..." He overturned the backpack and watched its contents fall out, all but the FAR-Cat equipment in the hidden compartment.

"Some bolts, a condom, those are dead bugs I'm pretty sure, tin-can bullets, that's from a crack pipe, some Ecetopian waterweed..." He threw his hands up. "So yeah maybe I'm broke right now, but I swear I can help you out."
The Pronobii spoke and wrote (in addition to their 'normal' tongue) a holy language derived from the glyphs in which a soul's true name is written, as I recall. That's making a comeback after Osveril gets born.
Data Cancer #IA-920


Name: Smudge Pixelby, though it's unclear whether that name was chosen or adapted from the entity's 'host'. Sometimes Smudgie or Pix.
Title: Various institutions of magic and science have assigned classifications to the entity. The United Federation of Planets has indexed its existence as Interdimensional Anomaly 920, while the Ecetopian Institute of Memetic Research has more poetically dubbed it Tintengeißel, the Ink Scourge.

Height: About 135 centimetres to upper end of neck. Its 'head' adds about 35 centimetres to the total height. Ground to center of 'face' is about 150cm. In other words, even though it might be about as tall as an adult woman overall, it still has to look up to match gaze with most humanoids.
Weight: Anomalous. Even the corporeal body of the data cancer sometimes seems to detach from gravity when asleep, unwatched, or not concentrating on its surroundings. At other times, particularly when upset, it can weigh well over a metric tonne; How the entity is capable of supporting this weight with no observable problems is unknown.
Age: The Ink Scourge was first documented to exist some three or four years ago. Research suggests the human that became its body was sixteen or seventeen years of age upon entanglement.
Species: A unique entity that entered this reality from another, which it claims is not very different to our own. Subsequent research has shown this assertion to be demonstrably wrong, but #IA-920 insists on it nonetheless.

Tier/Influence: 2 (Local/Improved); #IA-920 is not capable of consciously spreading its influence across the datasphere, and as such, its effects are localised. None of its anomalous traits have been weaponised to any significant extent and some don't appear to be under the entity's control whatsoever, though their potential for lethality remains fairly high. #IA-920 is not known to possess any military-level training, anomalous or otherwise.
Group(s): None, yet.

Appearance: From the neck down, Smudgie hasn't significantly changed the human body she entangled. Brown skin, somewhat stocky, not particularly muscular or well-endowed. Her internal anomalies generally aren't visible except around her neck and spine, where her organic components meet her 'head'. Smudge's head and 'face' consist of an obsolete CRT screen of indeterminate origin, much like that of an early '90s computer or television set, complete with some buttons and dials. The screen typically shows static snow, though Smudge can use it to emote or show her eye. Similarly, when Smudge is upset, she produces white noise, sometimes mixed with muffled voices of indeterminate origin.

Smudge's eye and 'body' is hidden in hyperbolic space accessible through the screen. Her eye is lens-shaped, like a human, and consists of roughly geometric shapes that are neither organic nor mechanical in origin but very clearly artificial. An array of tubes and pipes connects it to her 'body', which is composed of whatever data storage medium she currently occupies- Typically ink splatters, glass and pixels depicting white noise, scrunched paper and graphite dust, or human neural tissue. When outside the screen, this body typically forms an amorphous spidery mass capable of rapid locomotion. When not occupying pixelated light, Smudge's screen will change accordingly, becoming a mass of stained paper or oozing brain tumours.

She typically wears a blue-and-white hoodie, long sleeve shirt, pleat skirt and thigh high socks.

Personality: Smudge tries to make the best out of life. She's ditzy and often gets into trouble, and is sometimes very dependent on clinging to authority figures to help her get to safety. A little shy, she nonetheless tries her best to interact positively with others, and spends a lot of time apologising unnecessarily. Smudge has a big heart and tries to care for both friends and strangers, and sees a lot of beauty in the world. Her otherwise human demeanor is sometimes offset, however, by her belief that the purpose of all existence is to produce and share data; This sometimes leads her to behave in inconsistent and morally unsettling ways.

Most of the time, though, she just tries to write down and publicise every interesting bit of information she can get her hands on.

Traits:
  • ( 3 ) Smudge can exit her screen and thereby her body. Having done so, she can fuse with a medium of data transfer, replicating it and forming a new 'body' from it as if by elemental magic. The medium becomes chaotic as she does so, reduced to its equivalent of 'white noise'. The body she leaves behind does not decompose or cease life function, but can be damaged, and must be returned to shortly, as Smudge's ability to control her medium wanes with time until her 'body' starts to disintegrate, which could kill her within hours. Conventional weaponry and magic are also capable of damaging her faster than she can regenerate.

    While her bodies are only as dangerous as their media- Glass can cut, ink can suffocate- the organic brain is also a medium of information transfer that can be inhabited if Smudge is given access to it through an open skull fracture of sufficient size. Electrochemical activity in the neurons of Smudge's 'brain' form can be used to discharge a painful shock.
  • ( 1 ) Smudge remembers every bit of data she has ever fused with and absorbed, though it's often very difficult for her human-like psyche to extract when not encoded in languages she knows. She can display much of it using her screen, though.
  • ( 2 ) The fundamental interactions of ordinary physics don't always apply to Smudge. Her mass fluctuates and she herself has occasionally passed through or gotten stuck in walls. Smudge has no control over when or how she's next going to have one of her accidents, but they tend to happen most often when she is distracted or not under direct observation by a conscious entity for a significant length of time. Every now and again Smudge's friends find her daydreaming in a place that gravity or the solidity of matter should have prevented her from reaching, such as the top of a tall building or on the other side of a locked door. Having no idea how she got there but great difficulty in getting back, Smudge finds these situations very embarrassing.

    The most important thing to note from all this, of course, is that unless someone is watching her (or she is feeling particularly self-conscious), Smudge rarely shows up on camera.


Items:
  • ( 1 ) Smudge's only item of note is her hoodie, which she keeps meticulously clean and in good condition. She'd sooner leave her body behind than her hoodie.


History: The entry of #IA-920 into our universe appears to have been a random occurrence, or quite possibly the result of magical interference with alternate dimensions. In any case, the entity appears to have caused significant arcane fallout upon its arrival in urban Vasishka. What resulted was the death of both a teenager who happened to be in the area and an eldritch creature that could not survive in her reality.

Aspects of both, however, were preserved in the resultant entity #IA-920, which named itself Smudge Pixelby over the following months. #IA-920 attempted to live a fairly ordinary human life for some time, and somehow managed to maintain a relationship with the deceased student's boyfriend, who by all accounts appeared to be quite accepting of her new look. This stable situation collapsed within the year as #IA-920's nonhuman features became more apparent, leading to certain events which were handled by Vasishka police as an incident of interdimensional violence.

Since then, #IA-920 has travelled alone, and refused to part with the jacket given to her by her former partner.
I know we're making this up as we go along, but going by the 1100 [generic scifi units] to $60 ratio I mentioned earlier, Giggles was charging ~$20 for a few hours of service. All good though.

As far as weapons went, this one was, quite unmistakably, shit. [...] Giggles wouldn't trust it to kill himself if he put it in his own mouth.

He needed a gun.
Giggles, before mugging someone in not-Coruscant using a knife designed to clear small branches


The FAR-Cat isn't a normal weapon and can't be used in the same way. In terms of actual guns, Giggles is currently down to a glorified peashooter with aerosol deodorant for powder. He's definitely not going to pickpocket someone who's actually armed.
Giggles kept up his smile with something akin to rigor mortis, and tried not to talk through his teeth. He would be living off protein sludge and takeout boxes for the next week anyway, but Borulama's starting rate couldn't convince him to piss down a wall. Even if that were possible.

"Pod fare is sixty," he said. "Work with me. I could find a customer who pays twice that as easy as I could find you your first contact, no? C'mon, boy, I have dogs to feed." That wasn't true, strictly speaking, but Giggles wasn't much more than a stray in a gutter himself. "Gucci's good, though, Gucci understands. Hundred up front, two hundred for each link, and if we ever reach the Mogul..."

Well, that would never happen.

"...We'll see. Say, that's a hundred down from my best offer and a guaranteed catch. Kapiche?"
Yeah, I'm just trying to shuffle along to a point where Jace's character isn't so isolated. I left it vague, so I'm sure Gig and Boru could sort something out. Will get to it sometime.
@Arawak It looks much neater if you try to keep OOC comments in here, rather than in the posts themselves.

@JaceBeleren Diana's getting interactions, no particular post order.
'Syndicate a reality show' my ass, space 'dillo. What Giggles gathered between the accent was that the nonhuman was on strictly private business, or had been led to believe so. Alone and lost on Frixion Prime, handing out a ludicrous cover story with only a simple grip on the language... Something told Giggles that the Paminian had been set up.

"So that's what you call him, huh?" he said, aloud but softly, watching the holo pass as he thought these thoughts. Yeah, we call him the Fatcat. Good luck chasing that figurehead. Fuckin' corporatist pigs.

Any sympathy he might've had evaporated with the scent of money, though.

"Oh, nothing too pricey, just say four hundred bits for a day tour, but very good value. Wild rides in store, you won't regret a thing." More importantly, it was well under the threshold at which a travelling businessbug might consider siccing private police on him for shoddy service. Only once the money changed hands did Giggles, now Gucci, tactfully start to step around the fact that he didn't know anyone here.

"Humble guide like me's got not exactly the clearest grip on where the hell Fatcat's hidin- I mean, how to contact the Mogul," said Giggles, burying details under a mass of confident babble. "But hey, no stress! This is Frixion, everyone knows everyone and I know a gal who knows a guy, no problem. Here, got a ride? No? Well neither do I, so unless you're keen on paying our way I guess we're going to have the public transport experience, very nice actually..."

* * *


Public transport meant that Giggles didn't actually have to direct Borulama anywhere, and could spend a moment researching with his cell to get a sense of where he wanted to be. It also meant that he could apply the optic tubes to his face for a moment while Borulama was admiring the aerial monorail view, which-

Oh, he's armed, frowned Giggles to himself, slipping away his eyesacs and with it the ability to look into Borulama's pockets. Chem delivery rounds, light armour piercing. Could use me some of that. Reality TV, right...

They stopped at a pricier district and Giggles busily led Borulama downtown. He had only a vague idea of where he wanted to be, but that was enough. Nova was a classic place to do business, pretentious and fancy, and some blessed souls at gangspotting dot frx had marked a transhuman leading what could only be a seasoned crew into the bar. Sitting around waiting for the embargo to lift, no doubt.

Giggles led Borulama towards the woman in captain's duds.

"Yo." The salesman act got tiring after a while. Besides, with three eyes, she could probably tell a wily rat from a tourguide. "I'm Giggles, this is Borulama. Guy's got some serious media biz, needs contacts. Don't suppose some tech-spirited spacers like yourself could offer him a little help finding his way, mmm?" His voice lowered. "Diplomat, got deals for the Mogul, probably loaded. Play your cards right and you could get the folks in customs to look the other way while you leave." Then normal tone.

"Whaddya say, Boru? Introduce yourself to the metal lady sometime."
Been going through Jvan's old posts for reference purposes and wow

It's hard to tell where change in my writing style ends and character development begins, but she's changed quite a bit. Obviously she's spent like five months in plot stasis, but she used to have a lot more extravagant monologues and prettily worded thoughts.

We'll see if any of that comes back when she's well again (if that ever has a chance to happen).
It's unlikely that Gucci exists on Frixion Prime, of course, but the joke would fall flat without the familiarity.

Starbucks, on the other hand, is found throughout the multiverse.
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