I, honestly, don't think Chuunitrixx will ever have a fight scene. There's almost no feasible means to combat Chuunitrixx without dropping a Nuke/Ultima on Enderall to just erase her and all her Mimics, and remove Chuunitrixx's armies and body-doubles.
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Probably super-useful in most fights. Chuunitrixx will "seed" a room with Proxies and Sentries, and turn the room into 'Prey' with explosives and bullets that walk around.
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You know, if the clone of Mamoru is gunna be that hypocritcalhangry to call out Chuunitrixx for beating her to food... she should, at least, have a name that isn't the same as her original. That legitimately confused me, tbh.
You know, if the clone of Mamoru is gunna be that hypocritcalhangry to call out Chuunitrixx for beating her to food... she should, at least, have a name that isn't the same as her original. That legitimately confused me, tbh.
In the span of the evening hours, Chuunitrixx had locations established, and villages set up; each could hold a population of fifty, which would be divided from her Mimics. By time the sun was tempted to rise, Chuunitrixx was yawning and sluggish, as she rummaged the kitchen for something to eat. All she knew to make was [Basic Toast], so she set to making it with every single loaf of bread she could find.
"Sniping evil by moonlight! Shooting villains in daylight! Always ready for the real fight! She is the one named Sniper Trixx!" Chuunitrixx sang, largely in the company of herself, and loudly, because of it, "She would never turn her back on her friend! She always there to defend! On her, he can always depend! She is the one named Sniper Trixx!"
Chuunitrixx tossed her arms out in a large flourish, which, in any other situation, would have hit no-one and nothing, as melee wasn't her forte. However, being a -- return -- victim of sleep and the -- restored -- waking cycle of life, now, the back of her hand thwack Rodias on the cheek for the minimum dealable damage of 1 Non-lethal Health Point -- which just regenerated in a literal second. Still...
Almost with a comedic creak of her mixed Mimic, Doppelganger, and Human parts, the Homunculus turned her head inhumanly to peer back at Rodias, and watched her comically placed "Critical Hit 1!!!" bound off his cheek and away.
"How long have... you been there," Chuunitrixx asked, as she loaded Ariamis out of pure tsundere instinct.
Rodias paused in full as the back of someone’s hand slapped against his cheek, face instinctively following the motion to make it look as if he’d actually been punched in the face. Though, he’d realize right away that he hadn’t taken any damage whatsoever. Well, as far as current damage. He’d taken SOME small smarm of pain, but that quickly subsided, eyes turning with his head to see the sight of Chuunitrixx loading her gun, a drop of sweat rolling down his face. In truth, he’d been lost in his own thoughts...but he’d still very much heard her say: “She is the one named Sniper Trixx” as the hit landed.
Stooping to pick up the “Critical Hit!”, Rodias would clear his throat.
”What do I even say? She’s going to freak out if I say that I heard any of that...but she probably wouldn’t believe me if I said none, since I was so close. Uh...think...think…” Rodias would think, before saying: ”Longer than you might have preferred.”
...Then the gears started turning.
And turning.
And turning.
And then he realized that he’d done the opposite of what he intended.
"I see. I see. Ara Ara... That's a problem..." Chuunitrixx's says, as a hand-loaded Ariamis with silver bullets baring an engraving of the Russian Orthodox Cross and the Kanji for the word, "Soma," upon it. "Why do you look so nervous, my Lord?"
Rodias took a step back. ”That...would be because I fear I’ve embarrassed you. My apologies. ...Gotta go!” he would say, before sprinting off down the hallway, trying to avoid getting a faceful of buckshot. Chuunitrixx couldn’t one shot him, but...guns were still, in his brain, a tiny bit scary.
"Why are you running my, Lord? I'm just trying to defend you!" Chuunitrixx growled, as she fired the Engraved Revolver Ariamis at him; his Evasion just high enough to Dodge anything short of a Sneak Attack or a Critical Hit. Still, the HOLIER THAN THOU BULLETS OF SMITE smashed into the walls and floors, and created fonts of angelic singing -- pure pockets of concentrated Heavens.
It would probably suck to get hit by that spell.
Rodias was careful to dodge every bullet that came, while also directing Chuunitrixx’s fire away from the various skeleton butlers just trying to make their way around the halls of the Chateau. After he started to realize that running was only going to get someone caught in the crossfire...or call the wrath of Mamoru on the both of them for making work for her, Rodias would dodge, then duck under Chuunitrixx’s arm to gently grab her wrist, coming face to face with her as he let out a nervous chuckle. ”Let’s...cut this game of cat and mouse short, shall we?” he asked, really, really hoping Chuunitrixx would give up the run-and-gun.
"Fwaaah... Haaa... Haaa... Fi... Fiii... Fine... Fine... Tru... Haaaa... Haaa... Truce... Oh, God....!" Chuunitrixx panted and huffed, sweating her ass off. "Can't breathe! Dying! Haaa....!"
[THUMP!!!]
Chuunitrixx was flat on her ass, a mess of suffering the realistic rules of cardio and exertion. Lying on her side, she just pitifully gulped air, and whimpered. Running was never this hard before! Ariamis was lying just out of reach, and just within Rodias's range of theft.
Rodias reached his hand out, and as if the world itself willed it, the gun flew into his hand. Theft was an especially useful skill, especially now. He’d come to learn that he didn’t need to touch objects to “steal” them, due to his Shadow class extending his range to anywhere his shadow touched. And in the halls of the Chateau, the Lord’s shadow stretched far indeed.
Offering the gun to her with a smile, Rodias said: ”Let’s forget all this and start over. What were you on your way to do, Chuunitrixx?”
"Breakfast!" Chuunitrixx nearly vomited her paltry breakfast of toast up. "I was... I was going... going to get... get breakfast... Running sucks ass! This is why I'm a sniper! I don't move!"
Rodias had to struggle to maintain a straight face from how...silly this all was. ”I see. Care to accompany me to Flan’s Kitchen then? I was feeling a bit peckish myself,” he would say, trying to restore a smidgeon of Chuunitrixx’s dignity by ignoring her dorky singing. And complete lack of stamina.
“Food...” Chuunitrixx nodded.
Rodias offered a hand for Chuunitrixx to pull herself up with.
Chuunitrixx took it; using her overleveled [Sleight of Hand] skill steal the Engraved Revolver Ariamis back, and held it against Rodias’s heart. “Bang, Vampire Boy,” she smirked. “Take me to the food!”
”You’d need these for a sneak attack like that,” Rodias said, opening his hand and revealing every bullet Chuunitrixx had on her person was in the palm of his right hand. ”But, let’s go.” Rodias would say, taking the elevator with Chuunitrixx to spare her from the agony of cardiovascular exercise. Again.
“I know.” Chuunitrixx smiled, as several of the paints on the walls and the lightning fixtures settled back into being inanimate objects with teasing, musical hums. Chuunitrixx hummed back in the same tone, and Rodias could get a sense of being teased from what sounded like musical laughter.
It would serve to remind him that Chuunitrixx had spent almost an entire day singing.
Rodias sighed, simply leading Chuunitrixx to the elevator and taking her directly to Flan’s kitchen. The “elevators” were more like teleporters, given that they could move horizontally as well. It seemed that this formerly being a video game with some conventions such as that remained. Which was oddly convenient if one needed to get around the Chateau quickly. As the elevator moved, Rodias asked: ”How are your scouts doing?”
“Uuuh.... well,” Chuunitrixx offered with a massive LADDELING of uncertainty. She’s never undertook such a degree. “How... um.. Should they be doing... you know, out of curiosity. I’m asking for a friend.”
Rodias would pause, place his hand upon his own face, and slowly drag downward. ”Didn’t you say that you had plans of expansion? I’m just trying to see if your plans are coming together at the start of it all. Have there been any problems?”
“Kiiinnnddaa...” Chuunitrixx poked her pointers together. “I had some die to a stupid elephant. I wanna send more there, especially, but... also, to... the other places...” she looked up, “How much can I send?”
Rodias was just kind of staring blankly at Chuunitrixx, before his cape formed into a black question mark that loomed over his back, head tilting as he quizically asked: ”Well, how many do you have?”
“I made teams of 20, and I lost, uh, two from one, though,” Chuunitrixx says. “There will be elephancide.”
Rodias paused, looking down just a bit. He looked...almost sorrowful at the idea of two dying. ”I see...if that is the only region we’ve incurred losses in then, I believe it’d be best to pull out from it.”
“Retreat!? Surely, you don’t suggest we just give up!?” Chuunitrixx nearly lost it at the notion, as she fluxed in-between personalities. “Ridiculous! Preposterous! Ludicrous!”
Rodias would shake his head, stating: ”No. I’m not saying that we give up. I’m simply saying that putting your mimics to use in other locations would be a better investment. But, that’s merely a suggestion. They’ll only listen to you. But...do make sure to send back resources from the scouts. Traptrixx always was a fan of that strategy to bolster the forges, just as the door to the elevator dinged open.
“What I just spend more? Instead of a small place, a bigger place? More protected? And, more people to bring things back!” Chuunitrixx says. “So, maybe, I can borrow some horses...? I totally don’t wan’a pony...”
Rodias paused in exiting the elevator, turning back to say: ”If you think you can make that work to make up for the casualties, then I’ll allow it. Well, at Kaldorna’s leave, anyway. They’re her horses, after all. But, I’ll approve of increasing protection for the scouts. Also...why do you want a horse? You don’t plan on leaving the Chateau, do you?”
“I could never! I am to defend the whole. I could not leave,” Chuunitrix says. “I could still ride it...” Chuunitrix pouted, before stepping off the elevator. “Of course, I could spare the Mimics, no problem. I just cannot spare the attention, so I need them to be small enough that looking in would distract me form the whole, but large enough I can leave them in a safe autonomy.”
”I see,” Rodias responded, fully leaving the elevator. ”In that case, I’ll talk to Kaldorna about the horses once she returns. For now, allocate resources to fortify your scouts’ encampments. And, do try to not kill all the elephants. Kaldorna may want a few for the Pens.
“I promise nothing.” Chuunitrix says. “I wonder, what’s a good number for a population cap? 50? 100? 2000? Hm...” Rodias would be reminded, again, that Traptrixx loved RTS games.
Rodias crossed his arms. ”If you manage to do well, I’ll consider getting you that pony. Also, definitely not 2000. That’s not even scouting anymore…”
“Well, what should I do then?” Chuunitrixx asks. “Fiifffttyyy...?” she offered, trying to be slick about it.
”Fifty for each, or fifty total?” Rodias asked, wanting specifics.
“Each...?” Chuunitrixx was testing the waters.
That’s a bit much for the time being,” Rodias stated. It seemed he intended for Chuunitrixx to keep them below fifty in each scouting squad, at the very least.
Chuunitrix took that as a bad thing. “So, not fifty per settlement...?”
Rodias sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. ”Chuunitrixx, you need to keep the scouting parties small for now. A large settlement cropping up will draw significantly more attention, and put them in danger. Fifty PER settlement is a good cap to have, but any more and you start jeopardizing their cover.”
Chuunitrixx gasped, and nodded. “Nnhn! Nnhn!” she understood. “I’ll arrange them in a small, village-like fashion. If my population cap is fifty, I can divide that among my unit types,” she hummed, “I know what to do!”
Rodias’ expression lightened, glad that Chuunitrixx finally understood. And she even repeated it back, to reiterate. ”Go ahead and visit Flan. I need to take care of something at the archives.”
Chunnitrixx nodded; confused as to why she needed to visit Flan, but more than willing to visit food. She’d a massive need to feed -- Flan was a second-hand thought, if anything.
And, so, with gusto, she burst into Flan's Kitchen, and started consuming everything in sight that she could put her hands on.
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"Sniping evil by moonlight! Shooting villains in daylight! Always ready for the real fight! She is the one named Sniper Trixx!" Chuunitrixx sang, largely in the company of herself, and loudly, because of it, "She would never turn her back on her friend! She always there to defend! On her, he can always depend! She is the one named Sniper Trixx!"
Chuunitrixx tossed her arms out in a large flourish, which, in any other situation, would have hit no-one and nothing, as melee wasn't her forte. However, being a -- return -- victim of sleep and the -- restored -- waking cycle of life, now, the back of her hand thwack Rodias on the cheek for the minimum dealable damage of 1 Non-lethal Health Point -- which just regenerated in a literal second. Still...
Almost with a comedic creak of her mixed Mimic, Doppelganger, and Human parts, the Homunculus turned her head inhumanly to peer back at Rodias, and watched her comically placed "Critical Hit 1!!!" bound off his cheek and away.
"How long have... you been there," Chuunitrixx asked, as she loaded Ariamis out of pure tsundere instinct.
Rodias paused in full as the back of someone’s hand slapped against his cheek, face instinctively following the motion to make it look as if he’d actually been punched in the face. Though, he’d realize right away that he hadn’t taken any damage whatsoever. Well, as far as current damage. He’d taken SOME small smarm of pain, but that quickly subsided, eyes turning with his head to see the sight of Chuunitrixx loading her gun, a drop of sweat rolling down his face. In truth, he’d been lost in his own thoughts...but he’d still very much heard her say: “She is the one named Sniper Trixx” as the hit landed.
Stooping to pick up the “Critical Hit!”, Rodias would clear his throat.
”What do I even say? She’s going to freak out if I say that I heard any of that...but she probably wouldn’t believe me if I said none, since I was so close. Uh...think...think…” Rodias would think, before saying: ”Longer than you might have preferred.”
...Then the gears started turning.
And turning.
And turning.
And then he realized that he’d done the opposite of what he intended.
"I see. I see. Ara Ara... That's a problem..." Chuunitrixx's says, as a hand-loaded Ariamis with silver bullets baring an engraving of the Russian Orthodox Cross and the Kanji for the word, "Soma," upon it. "Why do you look so nervous, my Lord?"
Rodias took a step back. ”That...would be because I fear I’ve embarrassed you. My apologies. ...Gotta go!” he would say, before sprinting off down the hallway, trying to avoid getting a faceful of buckshot. Chuunitrixx couldn’t one shot him, but...guns were still, in his brain, a tiny bit scary.
"Why are you running my, Lord? I'm just trying to defend you!" Chuunitrixx growled, as she fired the Engraved Revolver Ariamis at him; his Evasion just high enough to Dodge anything short of a Sneak Attack or a Critical Hit. Still, the HOLIER THAN THOU BULLETS OF SMITE smashed into the walls and floors, and created fonts of angelic singing -- pure pockets of concentrated Heavens.
It would probably suck to get hit by that spell.
Rodias was careful to dodge every bullet that came, while also directing Chuunitrixx’s fire away from the various skeleton butlers just trying to make their way around the halls of the Chateau. After he started to realize that running was only going to get someone caught in the crossfire...or call the wrath of Mamoru on the both of them for making work for her, Rodias would dodge, then duck under Chuunitrixx’s arm to gently grab her wrist, coming face to face with her as he let out a nervous chuckle. ”Let’s...cut this game of cat and mouse short, shall we?” he asked, really, really hoping Chuunitrixx would give up the run-and-gun.
"Fwaaah... Haaa... Haaa... Fi... Fiii... Fine... Fine... Tru... Haaaa... Haaa... Truce... Oh, God....!" Chuunitrixx panted and huffed, sweating her ass off. "Can't breathe! Dying! Haaa....!"
[THUMP!!!]
Chuunitrixx was flat on her ass, a mess of suffering the realistic rules of cardio and exertion. Lying on her side, she just pitifully gulped air, and whimpered. Running was never this hard before! Ariamis was lying just out of reach, and just within Rodias's range of theft.
Rodias reached his hand out, and as if the world itself willed it, the gun flew into his hand. Theft was an especially useful skill, especially now. He’d come to learn that he didn’t need to touch objects to “steal” them, due to his Shadow class extending his range to anywhere his shadow touched. And in the halls of the Chateau, the Lord’s shadow stretched far indeed.
Offering the gun to her with a smile, Rodias said: ”Let’s forget all this and start over. What were you on your way to do, Chuunitrixx?”
"Breakfast!" Chuunitrixx nearly vomited her paltry breakfast of toast up. "I was... I was going... going to get... get breakfast... Running sucks ass! This is why I'm a sniper! I don't move!"
Rodias had to struggle to maintain a straight face from how...silly this all was. ”I see. Care to accompany me to Flan’s Kitchen then? I was feeling a bit peckish myself,” he would say, trying to restore a smidgeon of Chuunitrixx’s dignity by ignoring her dorky singing. And complete lack of stamina.
“Food...” Chuunitrixx nodded.
Rodias offered a hand for Chuunitrixx to pull herself up with.
Chuunitrixx took it; using her overleveled [Sleight of Hand] skill steal the Engraved Revolver Ariamis back, and held it against Rodias’s heart. “Bang, Vampire Boy,” she smirked. “Take me to the food!”
”You’d need these for a sneak attack like that,” Rodias said, opening his hand and revealing every bullet Chuunitrixx had on her person was in the palm of his right hand. ”But, let’s go.” Rodias would say, taking the elevator with Chuunitrixx to spare her from the agony of cardiovascular exercise. Again.
“I know.” Chuunitrixx smiled, as several of the paints on the walls and the lightning fixtures settled back into being inanimate objects with teasing, musical hums. Chuunitrixx hummed back in the same tone, and Rodias could get a sense of being teased from what sounded like musical laughter.
It would serve to remind him that Chuunitrixx had spent almost an entire day singing.
Rodias sighed, simply leading Chuunitrixx to the elevator and taking her directly to Flan’s kitchen. The “elevators” were more like teleporters, given that they could move horizontally as well. It seemed that this formerly being a video game with some conventions such as that remained. Which was oddly convenient if one needed to get around the Chateau quickly. As the elevator moved, Rodias asked: ”How are your scouts doing?”
“Uuuh.... well,” Chuunitrixx offered with a massive LADDELING of uncertainty. She’s never undertook such a degree. “How... um.. Should they be doing... you know, out of curiosity. I’m asking for a friend.”
Rodias would pause, place his hand upon his own face, and slowly drag downward. ”Didn’t you say that you had plans of expansion? I’m just trying to see if your plans are coming together at the start of it all. Have there been any problems?”
“Kiiinnnddaa...” Chuunitrixx poked her pointers together. “I had some die to a stupid elephant. I wanna send more there, especially, but... also, to... the other places...” she looked up, “How much can I send?”
Rodias was just kind of staring blankly at Chuunitrixx, before his cape formed into a black question mark that loomed over his back, head tilting as he quizically asked: ”Well, how many do you have?”
“I made teams of 20, and I lost, uh, two from one, though,” Chuunitrixx says. “There will be elephancide.”
Rodias paused, looking down just a bit. He looked...almost sorrowful at the idea of two dying. ”I see...if that is the only region we’ve incurred losses in then, I believe it’d be best to pull out from it.”
“Retreat!? Surely, you don’t suggest we just give up!?” Chuunitrixx nearly lost it at the notion, as she fluxed in-between personalities. “Ridiculous! Preposterous! Ludicrous!”
Rodias would shake his head, stating: ”No. I’m not saying that we give up. I’m simply saying that putting your mimics to use in other locations would be a better investment. But, that’s merely a suggestion. They’ll only listen to you. But...do make sure to send back resources from the scouts. Traptrixx always was a fan of that strategy to bolster the forges, just as the door to the elevator dinged open.
“What I just spend more? Instead of a small place, a bigger place? More protected? And, more people to bring things back!” Chuunitrixx says. “So, maybe, I can borrow some horses...? I totally don’t wan’a pony...”
Rodias paused in exiting the elevator, turning back to say: ”If you think you can make that work to make up for the casualties, then I’ll allow it. Well, at Kaldorna’s leave, anyway. They’re her horses, after all. But, I’ll approve of increasing protection for the scouts. Also...why do you want a horse? You don’t plan on leaving the Chateau, do you?”
“I could never! I am to defend the whole. I could not leave,” Chuunitrix says. “I could still ride it...” Chuunitrix pouted, before stepping off the elevator. “Of course, I could spare the Mimics, no problem. I just cannot spare the attention, so I need them to be small enough that looking in would distract me form the whole, but large enough I can leave them in a safe autonomy.”
”I see,” Rodias responded, fully leaving the elevator. ”In that case, I’ll talk to Kaldorna about the horses once she returns. For now, allocate resources to fortify your scouts’ encampments. And, do try to not kill all the elephants. Kaldorna may want a few for the Pens.
“I promise nothing.” Chuunitrix says. “I wonder, what’s a good number for a population cap? 50? 100? 2000? Hm...” Rodias would be reminded, again, that Traptrixx loved RTS games.
Rodias crossed his arms. ”If you manage to do well, I’ll consider getting you that pony. Also, definitely not 2000. That’s not even scouting anymore…”
“Well, what should I do then?” Chuunitrixx asks. “Fiifffttyyy...?” she offered, trying to be slick about it.
”Fifty for each, or fifty total?” Rodias asked, wanting specifics.
“Each...?” Chuunitrixx was testing the waters.
That’s a bit much for the time being,” Rodias stated. It seemed he intended for Chuunitrixx to keep them below fifty in each scouting squad, at the very least.
Chuunitrix took that as a bad thing. “So, not fifty per settlement...?”
Rodias sighed softly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. ”Chuunitrixx, you need to keep the scouting parties small for now. A large settlement cropping up will draw significantly more attention, and put them in danger. Fifty PER settlement is a good cap to have, but any more and you start jeopardizing their cover.”
Chuunitrixx gasped, and nodded. “Nnhn! Nnhn!” she understood. “I’ll arrange them in a small, village-like fashion. If my population cap is fifty, I can divide that among my unit types,” she hummed, “I know what to do!”
Rodias’ expression lightened, glad that Chuunitrixx finally understood. And she even repeated it back, to reiterate. ”Go ahead and visit Flan. I need to take care of something at the archives.”
Chunnitrixx nodded; confused as to why she needed to visit Flan, but more than willing to visit food. She’d a massive need to feed -- Flan was a second-hand thought, if anything.
And, so, with gusto, she burst into Flan's Kitchen, and started consuming everything in sight that she could put her hands on.
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'Eyo, just a post to make mention that I edited my last post with the actual song in my head that Chuunitrixx is singing.
Freedom granted, Chuunitrixx turned stood upon her balcony, and looked out to the cityscape before and beyond her. Raising a fist to her mouth, she cleared her throat, and her voice rippled across the town.
“
As Chuunitrix spoke, her subjects did listen, and they did receive... adulation, jubilation, adoration, and understanding that they were of a higher, greater purpose. No longer confined to their city, alone, but the world at large. And, it was so very large. In service of their Hivequeen, they would explore it restlessly and ceaselessly; unless they were pulled into their proper service.
As the night waned, and Chuunitrix assembled five Exploration Teams of 20; 10 Survivors, 4 Sentries, 4 Proxies, and 2 Concreep Mixers. Each listed: Alpha, Beta, Delta, Epsilon, and Gamma. Each dispatched in the cardinal direction; Beta to the East, Delta to the West, Epsilon to the South, and Gamma to the North; Alpha was hers, and would move as she did.
The plan was simple: Scout and Settle. A night march of twenty miles, gathering information, supplies, and understanding of the layout of the land in all four directions, before settled to raise a forward base in the disguise of a fledgling village. Traptrixx had been an avid strategist, and Chuunitrixx would use the knowledge passed onto her.
Or, at least, attempt to.
In reality, the mind games we saw, theorized, and planned out weren’t promised to us. There was failure around all corners, and Chuunitrixx was gambling on none.
“Rodi, I wish I knew... if I’m doing this right...” Chuunitrixx says, standing on the steeple roof of the Chateau Gothika.
Within the space of twenty miles, the mimic scouts would come to find that setting up the fledgling village would prove a simple task in the midst of the night. The distance from the village that Kath and Ashara were sent to survey from any other civilizations in the area was easily over a few dozen miles and thus no resistance would be offered, save for the few wild beasts that would attack in the dark of night. But, miles away from prying eyes the mimics were free to supplant themselves in the countryside. In fact, each squad save for Gamma would encounter little to no difficulty in their search.
Beta’s eastern march would take them near the area of the village which would give them an idea of what a settlement of the world would probably look like, if emulated appropriately.
Delta’s western march would take them further over the mountains and along the coast, letting them feel the temperature gradually shift towards a slightly warmer climate. Despite this, there was little in the way of civilization along the shore, save for the occasional shipwrecked mass.
Epsilon’s southern march would take them along the mountain range that the Chateau now found itself a part of. The high mountain tops proved to be an excellent place from which to survey the entirety of the countryside. Settlement would be difficult atop the mountains, but the slopes contained enough resources to fashion them a suitable shelter. For now, at least.
Gamma would encounter the great obstacle of water, a sparkling sea covered in patches of ice to the North. Judging from the temperature and the boreal forests dotting the landscape, they were far to the North of this world. Far into the distance they could see the presence of a pristine continent of ice, a gargantuan landmass some hundreds of miles away that appeared as if a glittering diamond amongst the sapphire sea. Far across the ocean, however, they could see a gleaming castle that seemed to be sculpted of pure snow and ice, towering higher than any mountain they’d seen so far. Further examination would let them see a small city had grown around the tower, built of the same materials.
For miles and miles, the day would be filled with music; a grand symphony played at length from the sun’s rise to its set. Standing upon the steeple roof of the Chateau Gothika, its conductor and star vocalist: Chuunitrixx. Harmoniously, with her Exploration Team Alpha, the Hivequeen sang and sang; voice carrying grandly, and conversing with her other teams.
Immediately, Beta would settle in; replicating what they saw. Delta would do likewise, but appropriate themselves abreast the wreckage for culture and material. Epsilon would meet their challenge, as Delta had theirs, and dig in to what they had. Gamma would settle more cautiously, and explore the iced-over sea when they’re firmer roots.
Once settled, one and all, Chuunitrixx would start to funnel resources to them; a village was more than ten, and their protection, while adequate for the wildlife, would do little against properly arms foes, if they case in mass -- a new village cried weak against Raiders.
Raiders would be the least of the survivor’s problems. Rain would come in halfway through the day, blanketing a large amount of the area surrounding Beta and Epsilon’s area. The bitter cold that Gamma faced was matched by the fierceness of the land itself. Kaldorna’s party should they arrive there would have found it a far more savage, hostile land blanketed in snow. Beasts of mass and fur, tusk and fang, savagery and might towered over the Gamma team. Safety lied in numbers, and by the end of the day, two had died from wounds delivered by the beasts; a Proxy and a Survivor. This place was certainly not safe, but it was the firmest foothold to the ice of the north one could gain.
Epsilon would fare the best of all the teams, their destination being of fair temperament and more human contact than they could anticipate. Raiders weren’t present, but in the shadows of the brush they could feel themselves being watched as they made a clearing to start their village.
Chuunitrix would continue to sing and generate her resources. It was all she could think to do. She knew her plan wasn’t perfect, but the needed a foothold in their world that was under their control. It was her job to supply such a thing.
Even if she didn’t know how, beyond building territory.
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“
Harken on to my image, and hear my words, clear. Today, we are free; behold of all that is ashen stone beneath our feet. Enderall City Corpse is a misnomer, henceforth, because this city is no more a corpse than you or all. Enderall, she breathes, as I, as you, as we all! And, because she breaths, she grows. Lord Rodias has sought fit to allow her growth go unstinted, as long as we are controlled.
So, shall we be.
For you children of her womb, precious and many, her Swarm, her Hive; her love is all given to you, freely and copiously in the very lands that nurture you, shelter you; her love in intellable in depth. For she is the child of my womb, precocious, yet mature, my daughter, my gift; my affection is all her to command, so she many share it so; infinite and everlasting.
As was that of my mother. For, as the sun rises, sets, and days dawn and dusk, we are all children of Lady Traptrix, for whom my Hivequeen title was given before out Matriarch stepped down, and left us. Yes, left us; not somber children, shedding wasteful tears of loss and regret, but determined children -- eyes towards the future. A future, we can, here and now, dare hold in our hands, and take for ourselves.
So, stand, children of my daughter, loyal, brave, and gather yourself against the coming storm. Enderall, my child, you may yet see another sunrise upon your stones of ash and blood. Tonight, we prepare! In the morning, we move onto this new world!
So, shall we be.
For you children of her womb, precious and many, her Swarm, her Hive; her love is all given to you, freely and copiously in the very lands that nurture you, shelter you; her love in intellable in depth. For she is the child of my womb, precocious, yet mature, my daughter, my gift; my affection is all her to command, so she many share it so; infinite and everlasting.
As was that of my mother. For, as the sun rises, sets, and days dawn and dusk, we are all children of Lady Traptrix, for whom my Hivequeen title was given before out Matriarch stepped down, and left us. Yes, left us; not somber children, shedding wasteful tears of loss and regret, but determined children -- eyes towards the future. A future, we can, here and now, dare hold in our hands, and take for ourselves.
So, stand, children of my daughter, loyal, brave, and gather yourself against the coming storm. Enderall, my child, you may yet see another sunrise upon your stones of ash and blood. Tonight, we prepare! In the morning, we move onto this new world!
”
As Chuunitrix spoke, her subjects did listen, and they did receive... adulation, jubilation, adoration, and understanding that they were of a higher, greater purpose. No longer confined to their city, alone, but the world at large. And, it was so very large. In service of their Hivequeen, they would explore it restlessly and ceaselessly; unless they were pulled into their proper service.
As the night waned, and Chuunitrix assembled five Exploration Teams of 20; 10 Survivors, 4 Sentries, 4 Proxies, and 2 Concreep Mixers. Each listed: Alpha, Beta, Delta, Epsilon, and Gamma. Each dispatched in the cardinal direction; Beta to the East, Delta to the West, Epsilon to the South, and Gamma to the North; Alpha was hers, and would move as she did.
The plan was simple: Scout and Settle. A night march of twenty miles, gathering information, supplies, and understanding of the layout of the land in all four directions, before settled to raise a forward base in the disguise of a fledgling village. Traptrixx had been an avid strategist, and Chuunitrixx would use the knowledge passed onto her.
Or, at least, attempt to.
In reality, the mind games we saw, theorized, and planned out weren’t promised to us. There was failure around all corners, and Chuunitrixx was gambling on none.
“Rodi, I wish I knew... if I’m doing this right...” Chuunitrixx says, standing on the steeple roof of the Chateau Gothika.
Within the space of twenty miles, the mimic scouts would come to find that setting up the fledgling village would prove a simple task in the midst of the night. The distance from the village that Kath and Ashara were sent to survey from any other civilizations in the area was easily over a few dozen miles and thus no resistance would be offered, save for the few wild beasts that would attack in the dark of night. But, miles away from prying eyes the mimics were free to supplant themselves in the countryside. In fact, each squad save for Gamma would encounter little to no difficulty in their search.
Beta’s eastern march would take them near the area of the village which would give them an idea of what a settlement of the world would probably look like, if emulated appropriately.
Delta’s western march would take them further over the mountains and along the coast, letting them feel the temperature gradually shift towards a slightly warmer climate. Despite this, there was little in the way of civilization along the shore, save for the occasional shipwrecked mass.
Epsilon’s southern march would take them along the mountain range that the Chateau now found itself a part of. The high mountain tops proved to be an excellent place from which to survey the entirety of the countryside. Settlement would be difficult atop the mountains, but the slopes contained enough resources to fashion them a suitable shelter. For now, at least.
Gamma would encounter the great obstacle of water, a sparkling sea covered in patches of ice to the North. Judging from the temperature and the boreal forests dotting the landscape, they were far to the North of this world. Far into the distance they could see the presence of a pristine continent of ice, a gargantuan landmass some hundreds of miles away that appeared as if a glittering diamond amongst the sapphire sea. Far across the ocean, however, they could see a gleaming castle that seemed to be sculpted of pure snow and ice, towering higher than any mountain they’d seen so far. Further examination would let them see a small city had grown around the tower, built of the same materials.
For miles and miles, the day would be filled with music; a grand symphony played at length from the sun’s rise to its set. Standing upon the steeple roof of the Chateau Gothika, its conductor and star vocalist: Chuunitrixx. Harmoniously, with her Exploration Team Alpha, the Hivequeen sang and sang; voice carrying grandly, and conversing with her other teams.
Immediately, Beta would settle in; replicating what they saw. Delta would do likewise, but appropriate themselves abreast the wreckage for culture and material. Epsilon would meet their challenge, as Delta had theirs, and dig in to what they had. Gamma would settle more cautiously, and explore the iced-over sea when they’re firmer roots.
Once settled, one and all, Chuunitrixx would start to funnel resources to them; a village was more than ten, and their protection, while adequate for the wildlife, would do little against properly arms foes, if they case in mass -- a new village cried weak against Raiders.
Raiders would be the least of the survivor’s problems. Rain would come in halfway through the day, blanketing a large amount of the area surrounding Beta and Epsilon’s area. The bitter cold that Gamma faced was matched by the fierceness of the land itself. Kaldorna’s party should they arrive there would have found it a far more savage, hostile land blanketed in snow. Beasts of mass and fur, tusk and fang, savagery and might towered over the Gamma team. Safety lied in numbers, and by the end of the day, two had died from wounds delivered by the beasts; a Proxy and a Survivor. This place was certainly not safe, but it was the firmest foothold to the ice of the north one could gain.
Epsilon would fare the best of all the teams, their destination being of fair temperament and more human contact than they could anticipate. Raiders weren’t present, but in the shadows of the brush they could feel themselves being watched as they made a clearing to start their village.
Chuunitrix would continue to sing and generate her resources. It was all she could think to do. She knew her plan wasn’t perfect, but the needed a foothold in their world that was under their control. It was her job to supply such a thing.
Even if she didn’t know how, beyond building territory.
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It's been... a long, goddamn week. Holidays can be the best or worst times in food service. And, Christmas week's choosing to be shitty. I'll spare the gory details, though, and get to the point. As it's my last day for the week, I should be able to start the collab in earnest between tonight and tomorrow.
Sorry about holding things up, y'all.
Edit: Oh, and Merry Belated Christmas, peeps.
Sorry about holding things up, y'all.
Edit: Oh, and Merry Belated Christmas, peeps.
Chuunitrixx whipped around, Ariamis leveled with Rodias's heart; the bullet wouldn't take his life, but it would wound him -- trouble him. However, Chuunitrixx's expression softened, as she registered him; old habits died hard, but her gun lowered. Her eyes closed, as she smiled -- a smile brighter than the very sun -- before she glomped him, and buried her face in his cold chest. "I missed you, Rodi. Why don't you visit me, anymore," she asks, with a genuine sadness that came of being given genuine emotion, yet wasn't hers; a phantom pain of a woman that was no more.
Rodias paused, softly placing his hand against the back of Chuunitrixx’s neck as he sighed. ”I know...work was busy though.” he would say, the same excuse he used to give Traptrixx for why he wasn’t logging in as regularly some weeks. He hated that Traptrixx made Chuunitrixx into an exact copy of her...and hated even more the thought that he was going to watch one of his best friends slip away all over again. ”Why’d you react like that? You never were that pushy,” he would ask, letting her remain close.
All the while, he wanted nothing more than to go back to his shitty life. It wasn’t fun remembering how Traptrixx’s life fell apart. That’s the real reason he didn’t like visiting Chuunitrixx.
"Pushy? Moi? Hardly!" Chuunitrixx chuckled, looking up, and smirking; her periwinkle-hued eyes dulled, yet didn't lose their excitement. "They were groveling; it was pathetic, and hardly befitting any one," she says, stepping back, and crossing her arms, her eyes narrowed, "Frankly, you were no better on your knees; denying your stations."
Rodias sighed, scratching the back of his head. This was...problematic to explain, really. He couldn’t tell Chuunitrixx anything without ostracizing himself, since he had a feeling new would travel fast if “Master Rodias has gone insane and thinks he’s been isekai’d into an isekai’s isekai”. Regardless, Rodias would pull back from Chuunitrixx and walk towards the edge of the building they were on. ”The truth is, I don’t know if I’m fit to lead. You know better than anyone what my rank was amongst the lords. Besides, I was never a party leader. So...half of that was honest. The other half? Probably more my inability to handle praise,” the sable lord would say. Another lie that at least served to explain why he bowed. Frankly...he didn’t want to disrespect any of them.
Chuunitrixx frowned, and looked around. "You lead fine, my Lord. It is an indisputable fact," piped up one of the Survivors; a little girl in rags, like all the rest; she hugged a pickaxe like a teddy bear. "My Queen is only worried for you, my Lord! After all, you must lead with an image of strength!" chimed another of them; a little boy, dragging a sledgehammer.
As usual, Enderall knew what Chuunitrixx wanted to say, but couldn't think to.
Rodias would chuckle at the words echoed from the Survivors, the vampire lord’s hand reaching out to gently tussle the little girl’s hair. Even if she wasn’t really...real before, he couldn’t deny that it felt right to at least acknowledge her. For the boy, he would kneel before him to be on eye level, before saying: ”Then, I suppose I’ll have to make sure I maintain my strength,” before standing once more. Looking back to Chuunitrixx, he would say: ”But, I’d like if you were more direct with what you want to say.”
Chuunitrixx seemed lost in thought for a moment, as she looked out into Enderall City Corpse;a gentle, flowing breeze never stopping, as the city lived and breathed -- the “City Corpse” in her name a mere misnomer, not truth. “I want something to do. A challenge worthy of my station,” Chuunitrixx decided to say, as she looked up. “I’ve known this city for all my days. Its safety. Its shelter. Its love. However, she tells me, I need more...” Looking up, that luster was back in her eyes, “I need to wander, Rodi. I need to explore my freedom.”
Rodias was a bit concerned at the idea that Chuunitrixx was completely aware of her newfound lack of boundaries from before. She’d been nothing more than binary data before, so any of Traptrixx’s copied mental state was kept to a minimum but here…
”What do you propose then?” Rodias would question, crossing his arms. He hated the idea of keeping her locked up out of fear for her losing control, but keeping her content was more important in the moment. And the thought of shackling up one of his best friends’ creations…
Rodias really didn’t have any choice but to listen to her now.
"I want to expand the Chateau Gothika, my domain is flexible," Chuunitrixx says, "Anywhere I choose, so shall that land become mine. Such is the right of the Hivequeen. It is my task to defend the whole of the Chateau Gothika. To do that, I need to walk freely, and take land beyond us." Chuunitrixx grinned, "In short, I need to scout about without interference."
Rodias would think on it for a moment, seemingly weighing his options before he stated: ”I’ll trust you to scout, then. Just be aware that scouting doesn’t mean razing. Your actions reflect on every member of this guild hall, whether you mean them to or not,” Rodias would say, uncrossing his arms and smiling ever so slightly. ”Do I make myself clear? If so, then you have my approval to scout.”
Chuunitrixx closed her eyes, smiling pleasantly, and she gave a graceful half-bow found on a Butler, not a Queen. "Of course, Lord Rodias. I am always on my best behavior."
Rodias would give a simple nod, before turning to leave. ...Upon which, he would finally notice that Aurora Aera was coming down the elevator. Call it heightened senses, but Rodias could feel the individual movements of the elevator. Knowing that Chuunitrixx would react as she usually did, pointing and shooting at things that weren’t him, he would make his way to the elevator and say: ”I trust that as soon as you find something, you’ll relay it to me?” before turning his head back towards Chuunitrixx.
Chuunitrixx nodded, and turned to her company that she kept. She’d her own tasks to assign, now...
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Rodias paused, softly placing his hand against the back of Chuunitrixx’s neck as he sighed. ”I know...work was busy though.” he would say, the same excuse he used to give Traptrixx for why he wasn’t logging in as regularly some weeks. He hated that Traptrixx made Chuunitrixx into an exact copy of her...and hated even more the thought that he was going to watch one of his best friends slip away all over again. ”Why’d you react like that? You never were that pushy,” he would ask, letting her remain close.
All the while, he wanted nothing more than to go back to his shitty life. It wasn’t fun remembering how Traptrixx’s life fell apart. That’s the real reason he didn’t like visiting Chuunitrixx.
"Pushy? Moi? Hardly!" Chuunitrixx chuckled, looking up, and smirking; her periwinkle-hued eyes dulled, yet didn't lose their excitement. "They were groveling; it was pathetic, and hardly befitting any one," she says, stepping back, and crossing her arms, her eyes narrowed, "Frankly, you were no better on your knees; denying your stations."
Rodias sighed, scratching the back of his head. This was...problematic to explain, really. He couldn’t tell Chuunitrixx anything without ostracizing himself, since he had a feeling new would travel fast if “Master Rodias has gone insane and thinks he’s been isekai’d into an isekai’s isekai”. Regardless, Rodias would pull back from Chuunitrixx and walk towards the edge of the building they were on. ”The truth is, I don’t know if I’m fit to lead. You know better than anyone what my rank was amongst the lords. Besides, I was never a party leader. So...half of that was honest. The other half? Probably more my inability to handle praise,” the sable lord would say. Another lie that at least served to explain why he bowed. Frankly...he didn’t want to disrespect any of them.
Chuunitrixx frowned, and looked around. "You lead fine, my Lord. It is an indisputable fact," piped up one of the Survivors; a little girl in rags, like all the rest; she hugged a pickaxe like a teddy bear. "My Queen is only worried for you, my Lord! After all, you must lead with an image of strength!" chimed another of them; a little boy, dragging a sledgehammer.
As usual, Enderall knew what Chuunitrixx wanted to say, but couldn't think to.
Rodias would chuckle at the words echoed from the Survivors, the vampire lord’s hand reaching out to gently tussle the little girl’s hair. Even if she wasn’t really...real before, he couldn’t deny that it felt right to at least acknowledge her. For the boy, he would kneel before him to be on eye level, before saying: ”Then, I suppose I’ll have to make sure I maintain my strength,” before standing once more. Looking back to Chuunitrixx, he would say: ”But, I’d like if you were more direct with what you want to say.”
Chuunitrixx seemed lost in thought for a moment, as she looked out into Enderall City Corpse;a gentle, flowing breeze never stopping, as the city lived and breathed -- the “City Corpse” in her name a mere misnomer, not truth. “I want something to do. A challenge worthy of my station,” Chuunitrixx decided to say, as she looked up. “I’ve known this city for all my days. Its safety. Its shelter. Its love. However, she tells me, I need more...” Looking up, that luster was back in her eyes, “I need to wander, Rodi. I need to explore my freedom.”
Rodias was a bit concerned at the idea that Chuunitrixx was completely aware of her newfound lack of boundaries from before. She’d been nothing more than binary data before, so any of Traptrixx’s copied mental state was kept to a minimum but here…
”What do you propose then?” Rodias would question, crossing his arms. He hated the idea of keeping her locked up out of fear for her losing control, but keeping her content was more important in the moment. And the thought of shackling up one of his best friends’ creations…
Rodias really didn’t have any choice but to listen to her now.
"I want to expand the Chateau Gothika, my domain is flexible," Chuunitrixx says, "Anywhere I choose, so shall that land become mine. Such is the right of the Hivequeen. It is my task to defend the whole of the Chateau Gothika. To do that, I need to walk freely, and take land beyond us." Chuunitrixx grinned, "In short, I need to scout about without interference."
Rodias would think on it for a moment, seemingly weighing his options before he stated: ”I’ll trust you to scout, then. Just be aware that scouting doesn’t mean razing. Your actions reflect on every member of this guild hall, whether you mean them to or not,” Rodias would say, uncrossing his arms and smiling ever so slightly. ”Do I make myself clear? If so, then you have my approval to scout.”
Chuunitrixx closed her eyes, smiling pleasantly, and she gave a graceful half-bow found on a Butler, not a Queen. "Of course, Lord Rodias. I am always on my best behavior."
Rodias would give a simple nod, before turning to leave. ...Upon which, he would finally notice that Aurora Aera was coming down the elevator. Call it heightened senses, but Rodias could feel the individual movements of the elevator. Knowing that Chuunitrixx would react as she usually did, pointing and shooting at things that weren’t him, he would make his way to the elevator and say: ”I trust that as soon as you find something, you’ll relay it to me?” before turning his head back towards Chuunitrixx.
Chuunitrixx nodded, and turned to her company that she kept. She’d her own tasks to assign, now...
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Thats why I have such an easy name to remember. Hard to mistake Light for something else xD.
[*drops sick beat*]
Fright. Sight. Might. Height. Bright. Tight. Bite. Night. Kite. Fight. A'ight. Wight. Maybe, a Giest of the Zeit.
These are all things you can rhyme with the Light.
Clap off. Clap on.
Nighttime. Daytime. Moonlight. Sunlight. Dusk. Dawn.
These are all moments when there's Light out.
But, flip the switch, and, plenty else can fit no doubt.
[*drops mic*]
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