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"Oilburn" Slick Drake
Slick stared at the man as he tried to sell them what appeared to be a Devil Fruit at first glance. Lying isn't nice. Liars deserve to go to jail for lying and making people feel bad with their lies. But bad liars. Bad liars were even worse, bad liars could only redeem themselves in one way. Bad liars needed to be made into Art, only then could their lies be stripped away to reveal the beautiful art within them. It's too bad Drik was here, otherwise Slick would make the Bad Liar into Art right now. Drik tried to grab the badly painted fruit, likely to check if it was real or not. Slick meanwhile just pointed a finger at the man's feet and sprayed some incredibly sticky oil all over them. "Lying isn't nice." Slick said quietly as he shoved past Drik.
Slick immediately grabbed the Bad Liar who was now stuck to the floor and headbutted him as hard as he could, hopefully leaving him unconscious. "Take the Bad Liar's things Drik. We need to get foods for the ship and we're wasting time with Bad Liar. I don't like wasting time, it's the only thing I can't turn into Art so it's valuable." If he wasn't unconscious he wouldn't do anything, unless the Bad Liar tried to speak up. Then Slick would just headbutt him again until he shut up.
Trey nodded quietly before pausing to consider the hand that was held out to him. He almost wanted to disregard it, it would be childish to hold an adult's hand all the way back to school. But he was a child. A child who had seen a murder and was very scared if he was being honest. He took her hand without a word as they headed back to the school, the shadows calming down and returning to their usual unmoving state.
They got to the school soon, with Trey letting go before they actually entered the main building. "I'm sorry I couldn't be much help. I just wasted everyone's time huh?" A small piece of paper fluttered towards Aria, the same type that had delivered the message to Trey before Aria interviewed him. "I should get going I guess. I don't know if anything I can do would help, but if you need me then I'm ready." A look of determination passed over his face for a second before reverting into his usual bored expression. Trey then proceeded to head to the Great Hall as instructed, only to realise he had absolutely no idea where that was. He stood in the middle of the hallway and sighed. Today was going to be a very long day.
Henry cracked his knuckles as he waited outside the interrogation room, grumbling to himself as he waited for approval to go inside and get his job done. It seemed like this type of thing happened once a week at the least, the Machina couldn't get info out of some poor sap they had captured, so they sent Henry in to work the subject. It wasn't a bad choice all things considered, he was a pretty damn good interrogator. The problem was that it happened every week. Without fail.
"Are you even listening Avaritia? Do you even know what information you're trying to gather?" They were fucking with him. He knew they were. They knew that he knew. He knew they knew that he knew. Yet they continued to call him in every week, despite the fact that this was a complete waste of his time. They were probably doing it because it was a waste of his time. They didn't want him to go back to the casino, fucking bastards. It's not his fault they were a bunch of dirty cheating toasters! It's also not his fault he decided to vocalize this loudly in the middle of a game of Poker, while being surrounded by several humans. The drone snapped it's fingers loudly to get his attention and he groaned. Hee ignored the faceless drone that was addressing him, cracked his neck and opened the door to the interrogation room. Time to get to work.
5 minutes later and he had the poor Angel goon whimpering as several grunts rushed in to put the bastard down. A waste of his time, the kid was so green he was comparable to that old frog puppet he had seen around Hell. Apparently it originated from Machina territory to entertain human kids, small world. A small device in his ear rang and he groaned as he was ordered to stop by TEP headquarters so he could drop off some more Angelic Relics he had recently "acquired" during the battle at Holin. Absolute shithole that had been filled to the brim with Angels, the Demons didn't even bother showing up to that skirmish. Looks like he was going to have to delay going to see Bastion and Roma just so some more shitty grunts could waste his time with a fucking drop off.
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About half an hour later Henry showed up to TEP headquarters, ignoring the receptionist as she attempted to direct him to some bullshit storage facility, instead heading straight to the Hangar where he knew Unit-T was stored. A few soldiers almost tried to stop him, but a quiet growl along with a glare from his Silver Eyes stopped them in their tracks. That was bound to grab attention from someone important. "Fucking Machina grunts think they can waste my time with menial chores." He muttered to himself, along with other similar obscenties and complaints as he walked into the Hangar. After dropping one chair from the Gates of Tartarus, he took a seat and sneered like the Prince of Demons that he was. Basically he was pouting quietly while he waited for someone to complain to.
"Somebody's got the munchies..." An unfamiliar voice would ring out from behind Apia, if she turned around to see who it was she would see nothing. "You're new to the whole undead scene huh? I can tell, you've got baby bat written all over you." The same voice would once again be right behind Apia and once again if she turned around she would see nothing. "Stop beeing so squirmy! I'm right here ya know!" If Apia decided to turn around one last time she would see a demon with purple and green hair standing on the tips of his toes and giggling like a madman at his own terrible pun.
"It's not healthy to starve yourself ya know. It's also not very healthy being dead, but I think we've passed the point of no return on that one." He smiled a toothy grin, revealing a rather large pair of fangs amongst his already extremely sharp teeth. Suddenly the demon would get in Apia's face, one moment he was a few feet away and the next he was inches away from Apia with the same grin on his face. "You're trying to throw yourself into work to ignore the hunger aren't you? All the newbies do that, the first battle is what makes or breaks you. Either you come back home with a belly full of blood, or you rot on the battlefield with the rest of the low class Demons who aren't worth bringing back." He leaned back and began laughing once more, amused by the prospect of Apia's death.
Chen stood by Deva's side as per usual. Waiting for literally anything to happen at this point, today was one of the slower days. Iona had stopped by to let him know there would be a battle coming soon that he would be needed for, but that wasn't for a while. At the moment he simply stood guard by Deva and Ruxen waiting. He used to be a hero. He had fought against tyranny, fought to save the world. Now he was a bodyguard. How the mighty fall. The inner turmoil of his thoughts was great, but it did not show on his face. He remained as impassive as ever while he lamented where his life had led to.
"Pssst. Chen. Hey, Chen." Oh thank Deva, finally he had something to do. Pink was his greatest source of entertainment these days, any time she dropped by was sure to be highly amusing. However the fact that he didn't even notice her until she started talking was troubling, he was slacking off if he didn't notice that intense smell of Riesling wine cookies. Wait what? Chen looked at Deva and quietly nodded as he approached the threshold of the room, turning the corner to face Pink with what appeared to be cookies. Riesling wine cookies as a matter of fact, it would appear she broke into the kitchen to make cookies. For what, he had a pretty good idea.
"Pink. What ridiculous schemes have you concocted today to try and get Ruxen's attention?" Many would see this as being harsh, however he knew that she wouldn't. Not only could she feel negative emotions emanating from others, which would tell her there was no anger nor annoyance coming off of Chen, but he also knew she was actually physically incapable of being sad or offended in any way. He almost felt jealous. Almost.
@Lmpkio
So off the bat I see some problems with backstory. The Machina don't need to worry about resources or money, they are a post scarcity society that can build whatever they please. Another problem is that saying Machina cruisers are rarely used is a falsehood. Machina Cruisers are used constantly, they have just never been brought up or used by either the GMs or the players.
For the ship Strong Shields/Hull is unfinished, you may want to fix that.
Overall my biggest worry is how other players are going to be able to take the Centauri out of battle. Most players don't have the sheer firepower to take out an entire cruiser.
So off the bat I see some problems with backstory. The Machina don't need to worry about resources or money, they are a post scarcity society that can build whatever they please. Another problem is that saying Machina cruisers are rarely used is a falsehood. Machina Cruisers are used constantly, they have just never been brought up or used by either the GMs or the players.
For the ship Strong Shields/Hull is unfinished, you may want to fix that.
Overall my biggest worry is how other players are going to be able to take the Centauri out of battle. Most players don't have the sheer firepower to take out an entire cruiser.
While the crippled mage left the two of them to venture into the Library, Hade was left with the starving man as he asked where the Adventurer's Guild was. "I'm afraid not. Sorry about that. I'm sure you'll find the way though, you seem like a resourceful fellow. And with that said Hade turned to follow Naisha into the library as he searched for his own answers.
As everyone parted ways Hade continued his journey into the library, checking out several books on True Sorcery and Multidimensional Theory. His searches eventually led him to a peculiar book without any author, after asking a receptionist about it he was told an old man with dirty mage robes had left the book there. He appeared to be from the Spectrum Mages order, so Hade borrowed the book for a while and ventured off to find said Spectrum Mages, travelling to the Fang District.
Heartless rose up from the darkness as he watched the little girl run away, smirking as he drove her crying for her mama. He followed her at a distance as she jumped off the building, running towards... the backdoor of the warehouse? He tilted his head slightly in confusion as he dropped down and continued to follow, eyes widening as she turned into a FUCKING T-REX. "Wow ok time to go." Heartless turned around and started to walk away from the building, not particularly caring who saw him. "Hey guys, I'm going to deliver the package now. Good luck escaping and all that." He spoke into his transceiver as he headed towards one of the cars that Chatterbox had arranged.
"Oilburn" Slick Drake
Slick drifted about the ship as he recovered from his minor injuries, leaving a small trail of oil for anyone to follow if they so chose. Time passed as Slick stared at the time island full of time readers that told time. Tiiiiiiime. Time to burn things! The ship docked and Slick leapt overboard to go find something to burn.
He quietly joined Dirk as they walked to... somewhere. His mind bounced from topic to topic, should he talk about burning things, blowing things up, blowing people up, maybe that weird Lobsterre guy he wanted to cook? Eventually he settled on a suitable topic to talk to his fellow schizophrenic about. "Where are we going? Does it have good materials for my art?"
Slick continued to drip oil as he talked at Dirk about his wonderful art, especially the art he performed while they were fighting shrimp man. "I'm sad the canvas disappeared into the sky. I hope I can find it again so I can finish my art. Do you want to be art?"
After that last chilling question they soon arrived at the food land for cooking art. Cooking art was much different from regular art. Food art was much easier.
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