Patches

The Emblem of the Tower: Another Kokotha RP

The humming was coming from down the hall in a room to the left, likely the room next door. There were more paintings on the walls. They looked like rooms in the house, but they continued to have the same appearance as the last ones; gray and rather messy, giving only a vague depiction of what the painting was of. Yet, they weren't terrible, despite their messy appearance.

No one was in the hallway though. Empty as the room he came in. All that was him, his avian companion, and a strange singing voice.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

The beastkin carried himself with a polite stance. Standing up staight, keeping a friendly tone, maybe a bit too passive.

@Yomojo
Bowing, the beastkin properly introduced himself.Forgive me. You're not in trouble. All your questions will be answered in due time. Once formalities are out of the way. I am Hueco. Assistant Head Researcher of Amalgamate Research at the Gishkhan Branch. I was transferred here last month on orders from my boss. He said, showing his badge. Right there, below his name, was the aforementioned title. Looks like he wasn't kidding around.

@Ember Storm
Uh... Hueco waved a dismissive hand. Please no smoking here. It may disturb some of the creatures here. Plus, he had a sensitive nose. Smells of smoke, especially cigar smoke, were far too pungent for him. Putting a hand over his nose, he tried to not take in any of the fumes. "I can smell it from here!"

@Ember Storm@Yomojo
With his hand still over his nose, he continued. Follow me... It is just you two and myself for now. He said, as he opened the door to the next room. There, was a small meeting room of sorts. A table with chairs, a blackboard and some chalk, no details around the room, just your ordinary, sterile meeting room.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@Yomojo
@Ember Storm
The Amalgamate Research Branch was always stereotyped as "that" research branch among those who made their stay at Ammonia Avenue. Their research after all, was centered around the studying of monsters that were once Casters, ones that were once friends and family. As the two would pass through the facility they would see the fruits of the branch's labor. Some caged Amalgamates, being kept docile via void stone, amalgamate runes being tested out, and in one testing chamber was a strange, ape like amalgamate, being taught sign language by a pair of researchers. From its body language and its docile nature, it was as if it could understand humans.

As the pair would reach the meeting location, they would come face to face with a youthful looking Beastkin standing in front of the door to the meeting location. From his facial features and tan skin, he must've been from the Gishkan Branch. What was someone from Gishka doing all the way in Kokotha over a meeting?

Juniper? Isambard? Are you the two who got the message? he said, plainly and professionally.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

Far in the western desert of Kokotha, there lied a large industrial complex. Towering metal buildings, shining in the desert, away from society; allowing them to test any inventions freely before they are released to the general public or for testing dangerous ones away from anyone who could be hurt.

This was the Kokothan Branch of the Universal Machine's base of operations, Ammonia Avenue. Both the residence of some of their best and brightest and their CEO. From things to weapon development to better serve the Kokothan Military, Amalgamate Research to better understand what the creatures were, how they acted, and how they could benefit the world, and even things like general inventing on things that could be used by people around the world. It was no surprise that a common saying there was that no one could stop the progress that the Universal Machine was making.

It was here a meeting was called to a number of the members there. A letter would arrive to them, requesting to come to the Amalgamate Research Branch. What it could be was undisclosed, being labeled only as "matters to be discussed in person."

Spectral Corp

Taking the charm bracelet, having a bit of trouble grabbing it at first, the blind medium nodded.
I don't like this place She said, plainly, being up front with her feelings, I sense nothing but a void there. She said, turning in direction of the house, reaching out to touch the gate. What is this place? Something to mask the area?

She didn't acknowledge the others out loud, but in her head, she was paying attention to what they were doing. As everyone presented their SEO licenses, Shen-Mu reached into her coat pocket and removed a small, wallet. Opening it up, she showed the inside of it to her. There, inside where someone's driver's license would be, was her silver level SEO license. Putting it back, she adjusted her blindfold, humming, Surprised?

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

@RumikoOhara

HK

Did she love herself? HK did feel good about herself and her skills, but did she truly love herself as much as Trish did? But yet, no matter how proud she felt about her skills or her body, she often wondered what others thought. Did she really feel proud of herself? She often found herself bashful about her size, always standing a head above other girls and some of the guys and sticking out like a sore thumb. HK put her drink down, pondering this.

But as Trish whispered in her ear, the large succubus flushed red. She's so close to me!

"Er... That's not an image I want in my head... The emporer and Luke doing it... She said, saying the first words that came to mind.

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

@RumikoOhara
It's all good

The Emblem of the Tower: Another Kokotha RP

The room he had entered into looked to be a bedroom of sorts. A large king sized bed in the center of the room. A fire place just across from it. Among other things, there was a vanity desk, and a few paintings in the room. Everything looked well kept, the bed made, not a spot of dust on the desk or fireplace mantle, and the paintings were kept in remarkable condition.

As for the paintings, they were all grey in color. Mostly drawings of the outside world, made in water color. Their messy appearance gave a more vague depiction of what the paintings portrayed; the courtyard outside the window, a young straight haired girl, and what looked like a fearsome ghoulish face.

Down the hall, a sound could be heard. A quiet, humming sound, like a young girl singing to herself.

"Welcome to H̶e̶l̶l̶!̶ the Underworld!" A Comedy Fantasy rp!

@RumikoOhara
Are you posting? Been waiting on a response for a while now.

Kokotha: Old Magic, New World

@MercuryNH
Grapevine works! He said, getting up, putting money down on the table. You can find me there, just ask for me and I'll likely be there. If not, then hopefully we'll run into each other somewhere else. Maybe he'd run into the others in the meantime. He saw them as being helpful in the future as well. Until then, see you when I see you.