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I guess my comfort zone is "eccentric side character."

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Yeah, that would be cool.
"Huh, that disappointing." Georgia said at the news of just how the Nazis had been coralline their heartless. It didn't need to be said, the implication spoke for itself. "Not surprising, though. The only science they were ever interested in was that of killing people writ large. When all you have is that hammer your whole population may as well be a nail."

There was a strange, detached coldness to the way she spoke. As though the loss of what must have been most of Europe's population didn't seem exceptionally extraordinary to her. Like she'd been numb to it.

"Whelp, Whatever. Should be fun anyway. Welcome to team kraut control, old timer." She said, smiling as she turned to face Hirutila. "I've got to lay some combat context on you later 'cause I'm not sure whether you know what a machine gun is or how bad it can mess you up." Then her smile twisted into a frown and she sighed. "But you're right, I need to get my dinosaur before he cleans the pantry out. If they gave him steak he's never gonna leave the ship. Yo, anybody know where the kitchen is on this cruise."
Claude was briefly distracted as the bus pulled in for a stop, taken in by the majestic lake. Then she looked back down to the cat.

Nope. There was no way she could let it run around the untouched wilderness. Small little thing would get ate or starve to death. Little baby had to be an inside cat for a while before she could get it back to civilization. So, gathering up her bags and digital camera under her arms she reached forward and gingerly picked the cat up. Cradling it in her arms she jumped over the side of the bus and landed with a thump on the ground outside.

It was a good thing too, because the first thing that happened was a wild predator running up to Mr. Called waiting arms. She tried to hold the animal a little higher as the bus drove off. "Yep, definitely an inside cat. Can't allow cattibalism. That would ruin the whole trip." She said as she started toward the cabin.

@datadogie
Georgia pulled in her legs as a portal opened up and yet another person was dropped in to the room, said person only getting saved from a reflexive lashing because the other two seemed to know him. That was at least enough to let her know this wasn't another enemy attack. Just a new traveler.

She pulled herself up and brushed herself off. "Is anybody else planning on dropping in? I don't even know the last three yet..."

Speaking of all the newcomers that had apparently fallen in here alongside a giant robot, Georgia gave a tired wave to them. "I'm Georgia. I'm an explorer. Let's all do out best to save the world."

She didn't sound very convincing, and it didn't take the worlds most observant person to see her nose was bleeding slightly again. She wiped it on her sleeve unthinkingly. Sending thoughts and impressions wasn't something she was trains in, and the effort along with the biting cold had irritated the wound already there from Amuro's mental emotion dump.

Wait, speaking of Amuro...

Georgia looked around the room, but there was a distinct lack of either Newtypes or dinosaurs on deck.

"Where's my boy?" She asked.




"Just stay still, pretty bird. Don't make any sudden moves." The terrified ships cook. Slowly he reached down into the nearby trash can and lifted out a slice of meat that had fallen on the floor during prep. "Here, here."

He threw the slice to the dinosaur that was crouched down and wiggling in front of him. After the boy Georgia had told him to watch had given him the slip he'd followed her scent to this ship, and had poked around a little looking for her until stumbling into the kitchen and setting to begging like her always did. He excitedly leaped into the air, snapping up the meat before it hit the ground and gulping it down in two quick snaps. He looked expectedly at the cook, then his big sharp eyes slowly drifted to the trash can behind him.

The cook gulped and backed out of the room as the raptor fell upon its newly discovered prey.
Linkle

Level 3 - (27/30) + 1

Location: Peach's Castle, Moatside.

Word Count: 307


@Lugubrious @Dawnrider




"Pleasure to meet you Poppi." Linkle said with a smile, clasping one hand over the one Poppi had taken and giving the metal girls hand a good, vigorous shake. She didn't like the girls downcast attitude, but she seemed to be okay for now. It would probably be better for Tora to talk with her about stuff like that.

Which is what Poppi was going to do right now, apparently, as she began strolling back to the castle. She turned to see if Linkle was coming too, but Linkle just cocked her head toward the place where the Kid had plunged into the water with her miraculous dive. "I would, but it looks like I got something else to deal with. I just can't leave anyone alone. It's a heroic curse. You go on ahead, I'll be inside in a minute."

She turned away from the Blade, crossing her arms behind her head and stretching conspicuously casually as she stared into the moat. "Besides, people who actually helped slay that dragon should get first dibs on the victory feast. You deserve it."

She didn't turn to look as Poppi walked back inside. It didn't do anyone any good to see a hero frowning, least of all a girl going through something as heavy as wondering whether you counted as real or not.

Walking over to the busted up bridge, Linkle stepped around the debris and holes that had been blasted it to reach the middle. From here she could just about see through those big windows it had and she tried to enjoy this moment of quiet while she waited and kept watch for any sort of water borne danger.

"Hey. Nice dive!" She called out as soon as she saw the kid coming out of her ship, all smiles again, waving to get her attention. "You find what you were looking for?"

Ria

@Scarifar@rawkhawk64@Bartimaeus@AtomicNut




"And maybe afterwards you can tell us why you brought back the wrong girl. Because that wasn't Andras you dumb fuck!"

Ria pulled herself to her feet, now the only awkwardness in her stride being the cast her leg was snugly wrapped in. That blood rune had really done the trick, she was seriously considering accepting that apology so long as Meredith hadn't done anything as shitty as actually eating Andras. Everything else about this, though, pissed her off enough that she was actually starting to come down.

Still, Michael was right. This place was all corpsy and wasn't going to be getting any more structurally sound. "Good idea, bring him with. He's got questions to answer." She said as Michael extended his hand. Then she pointed at whatever it was riding around in Diana's body. "You too. I got a job offer for Diana if she's still in there. And you too, just for the hell of it." She turned swiftly to the ghostly boy that had been hanging out on the side. "I want to know why you're here too."

"Now let's head out, chop chop everybody, before this roof falls on us."
Georgia let out a breath and let herself collapse against the doorway as the boy calmed down, though it seemed more down to...those two...who were they? Well, it was more thanks to them than anything she'd done.

She reached up and rubbed the wearing she'd gotten from Asher. "Well I don't know buddy. Where the hell are you? You said something about a fire? I just put one out in this ship, but you're nowhere. You okay?"

She didn't even have time to get an answer before Tocsax went on another speech about their next objective without even giving them the time to breath. And of, want an objective if was...

Of course it was the Nazi's. Why wouldn't it be? They were everywhere. Doing everything! She could t even begin to describe the amount of swastikas they'd had to scrape off old buildings they found in the hollow earth. Apparently theatre had been an invasion in the waining days of WWII, where they'd evacuated the high brass to the arctic and then into the womb of the earth. The short but brutal war that had ensued between them and the reptillians masters had ended in lizard victory, but you still heard stories of the bastards eeking out an existence in the most remote corners of the Hollow, trying to use their pony tails to contact their alien allies.

That was just the things that were relevant to her, too. She'd heard stories about the ones that had been scooped up in operation paperclip that had been heavily involved in the Secret Space Program and the Illuminati. No one had been up to check, but there was a chance the moon was full of them.

Then there was the ones in the Illuminati that were probably still in a bunker somewhere, the cloning program that they knew about somewhere in what used to be South Amarica, and the occasional demonic incursion in the thousand year kingdom.

You couldn't throw a stone in her field of study without hitting something the Nazis had apparently gotten their grubby mitts all over first. Why would the Heartless be any exception?

"I'll kill Hitler." She said, raising her hand. "I'm surprised they're not completely overrun by now, anyway. If these things come from dark hearts the Nazis should have been the first to go. Maybe I can dig up some research on how they're not getting eaten by their own shock troops while I'm at it."

That would be a good step to handling and studying the creatures in depth.

@ShadowVentus
"Whaaaaaat?" Clause said, standing slightly up and bending her head backwards love over the seat to stare at Kaze upside down, disbelief on her face. "Seriously? I ain't never heard of no peanut butter killing anything." She said, then though for a minute. "Sept if you're trapping with it...or allergic..."

She flipped her head back down to look at the cat, and extended her hand again. But the cat didn't seem at all interested. Maybe Kaze was onyo something there. Furrowing her brow she stuck the fingers into her mouth and sucked the peanut butter off with a pop. Then she rubbed her now clean fingers under the cats chin.

"See? She likes it." Claude said to the boy in front of her that had spoken up. "If I were really a human I'd of bit somebody talkin' to me like that."
We need some pokeballs. If we bring back some pokeballs so each toad could catch even one of the pokemon wandering around that would quintuple their effectiveness as guards.
Linkle

Level 3 - (26/30) + 1

Location: Peach's Castle, back outside.
Word Count: 448


@Lugubrious@Delta44



"Hey," Linkle started, but the girl had already rushed out the door, apparently looking forward to getting murdered in the scrapyard. That wasn't something Linkle could allow, especially now that she knew murder was on the table.

She spun on Minako and Junpei, an apprehensive frown plastered on her face. "You guys should go find a nice warm place to dry off, especially you." She said, pointing at Junpei and the water still dripping off him onto the princesses floor. She wondered briefly of this was the sort of princess that that threw you in the dungeon for that sort of thing. "Eat, drink, change clothes, I'll probably be back in two shakes of a cucko's tail."

With that she spin around and jogged back out onto the castle lawn.

It was an immediate relief to see the blade girl hadn't actually run out into the scrap yard and was instead instead sitting forlorn on the bank of the most. That was good, at least she hadn't run far. Linkle could barely look the others in the eye right now without being ashamed, if she had to tell Tora that she'd let someone important enough to him to get put directly in his way by the bad guys up and get lost she'd never be able to look at him again.

"Hey." She called out, starting over toward her. She stopped beside the girl, arms folded behind her back, wondering what to say. "I didn't introduce myself earlier." She started, holding out a hand. "I'm Linkle. Your...masterpon?...he's helped me out a lot since we all got dragged here. I think he called your name a while ago, but there was a lot going on at the time so I didn't hear it all that well."

Linkle plopped down on the bank next to her, cross legged, to just watch the fish like she was for a little bit. Really, she was just trying to compose what she should say. "You know, it wasn't just you. We were all like that at first. That cute little pink thing riding on the guy in the dark coat? I'm sure I started the day trying to kill that little guy. We all did. Well, except Minako. And the pig guy, but he's awful for other reasons. Was Ratchet there? No, hold on, I'm getting distracted." She shook her head, trying to get her thoughts more in order. "The point I'm trying to make is, like, if being controlled like that makes you a fake person then I'm an even faker person than you because I didn't even need a floating hand to talk me into doing it."
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