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Can I be a class from Awakening but call it what its old name from a previous game was? 'Ranger' is so much cooler than 'Bow Knight'.
Katarina


It’s just a threat. I’d never actually use it.
~Lackadaisy Park~


Water cheerily burbled from the prim little fountain, nice and contained, and Katarina sat and listened with a slight smile as she sketched the idea of the means to commit genocide. The fountain was a touch of the wild constrained for human enjoyment, without any fear of getting wet or treks to where a waterfall may naturally occur. And the concept dreamed up by Katarina was still similarly bottled up. No danger of it getting out of the safely contained realm of imagination, at least for now. Somewhere there was probably someone with the power to make dreams, or perhaps nightmares, reality.

~Mmmm... Now lets just brainstorm the general idea without worrying about whether I can make it happen yet, or if it's a good idea.~ Katarina's hand pulled the pencil to the top of her notebook and produced forth a bundle of lightning bolts, drawn in the Assyrian style, three pronged bolts. It was an iconography that had just stuck in her head from long ago. One little high school book report had forced her to look outside of Wikipedia, and she had by chance grabbed a book of Mesopotamian Poetry. She felt it looked a little odd without Adad's hand holding it, but the novelty of something different charmed her. Or perhaps it was simple straightforward pretentiousness and latching onto something old and not frequently was what she desired.

~It will need to be far more advanced than any human virus. Than even our conceived diseases. The Prae have far superior technology and magic to our societies, which in turn exceeds my own. So my disease needs to be BETTER than I can make it.~ Katarina drew a simple figure. Not quite stick figure, but similar, still flat and two dimensional. Katarina took a moment to draw forth a red pencil, and add a flash of both hair and scarf that bled together. That hint of color felt right, that it made that image unequivocally represent her, despite the fact that she was stooped over an anvil with hammer in hand, not in a lab with beakers and vials. She felt a bit of a mythological theme to the drawing, and the anvil, the forge, the blacksmith, these felt associated in her mind to the idea of the creation of making a divine weapon in an ancient myth. Even though her weapon in mind was no sword.

~That means it needs to be able to grow. A disease that learns. Accelerated evolution? Or perhaps.. What if I made a learning disease, that could edit itself? Grow?~ From the anvil and hammer blows flowed smoke, getting bigger and bigger with each successive cloud drifting away until at last it gained eyes. The creation was the kind of spoooooky smog blob that is not all that scary. Angry eyes on a formless cloud just don't really do it. But in its own way, its blobiness reminded her of bacteria. Which was related somewhat to the idea of disease.

~Maybe if I gave the disease my communication ability that doesn't care a bout distance. Make it a.. self-replicating distributed computing network? Hmm... That sounds like a bio-magical grey goo scenario. Might have potential. But that link could be used to strike at the entire disease at once, there needs to be some distribution to prevent it from being targeted like that. Multiple strains competing over food to drive its evolution faster? Hmm, given I'd likely only have one shot at this before I get ganked by some super Prae, unleashing a whole bunch at once might be a good idea anyway.~ The smoke monster separated into many streams of color now, like dragons winding over each other in impossible streams, all nipping and biting at the same target while they jockeyed for position with each other.

~How should it transmit? Teleportation might work, creating wormholes even might be efficient for microscopic organisms. But they'd have to know where to go. Some sort of vis sight ability? I should look into that. Even if I never execute this plan, that might be fun to try and learn, even if I don't really have any more room in my head.~ Now Katarina gave the previously indistinct being that the smoke dragons had been biting at eyes. Large eyes, greater than the rest of the being. With a smirk, she chose heart pupils to represent life, which in turn represented Vis, at least in Katarina's chain of thought. A little touch of humorous whimsy, she assured herself. ~Because, of course, I'd never actually use it.~
Sapphire Pink



As Chen rounded the corner, he found her right side up on the ground, as though her strange sideways ear peek into the room had never happened. "Heya Chen, good to see you're doing ok! Well, I heard that cookies were a good apology food, but not when they have peanut butter or chocolate for dogs. And I heard wine was a good apology food, so I brought both! Surely, one or the other will work, right?" Pink bounced eagerly as she explained herself, excited energy oozing from her. Literally, in the trail of sparkles that followed in her wake. A cookie nearly shook itself free from the overburdened plate laden with them. The bottle of wine was about half empty already, and the cork was lose, explaining the scent. At least, it seemed, Pink's understanding of the culinary arts wasn't so bad that she had mixed the oatmeal raisin cookies with the Reisling wine during the cooking phase. The cookies on the other hand seemed to range a variety from overcooked to undercooked, so, only about a third of them were actually cooked the right amount of time. There weren't any that were completely black or raw, but still, some were still gooey while others a bit hard. Pink seemed to have only achieved one decent batch by trial and error.

As Ruxen herself came close, Pink leaned to the side to see around Chen, a rather unusual lean where she simply angled herself, like a pole falling over, with none of the usual counterbalances or putting a leg out to stand on and such someone who had actual weight would have to do. "Ruxen, I came to apologize for earlier! I brought cookies and wine for you! And Chen and Deva if they'd like!" She held forth the bottle of wine and plate of cookies, leaning out a little further still to give a wink at Deva, her feet not quite touching the ground.

@Floodtalon @TheWindel
Katarina


I hold onto the notion that I just wasn’t born to die】【It’s just a threat. I’d never actually use it.
~"Oh? Aha.. Um, don’t mind me, I’m nobody in particular."~


Sapphire Pink



Deva's audience chambers were the home of many extremely powerful individuals, certainly one of the grandest being the Imperator herself. It was a common trait of the superhuman to have similarly superhuman senses. But it would not have required them to detect the oncoming scent of cookies. Oatmeal raisin to be specific, fresh out of the oven. To have identified the scent of apples as instead Riesling wine, might require such said supernal senses as well at a depth of knowledge in the varieties of wine.

However, rather than their bearer to appear, the scent seemed to waft from just outside. Their source would be made clear when a set of pink ears slowly creeped into view, at an angle suggesting Sapphire was at a right angle to the floor. "Pssst. Chen. Hey, Chen." Was whispered from just beyond the threshhold, the bearer of the pink ears still not quite showing herself yet, save the telltale ears.

@Floodtalon @TheWindel

Celestia

Sheena and Pink




While the Nexus may endure war eternal, there were many beings, small or large, that instead readied themselves for the future battles, rather than the one of that particular day. For, rest was a form of preparation as well.

Sheena was sitting on a bench in front of a fountain, hat beside her as she had a bag of cookies next to her and was reading a book.

"Hmmm?" Pink's ears rose up from behind a perfectly trimmed bush, expertly placed to grant privacy to those who were appreciating the fountain. Or in this case, those spying on those appreciating the fountain. Her ears twitched a little in the wind before rising a little further, exposing her eyes. "Worth thilting about." Tilting her head, Pink openly stared at Sheena, seemingly unashamed of her brazen and obvious spying or her butchering of language.

Sheena's hat suddenly seemed to squirm and moved over to tap her hand, getting her attention before somehow pointing in Pink's location.

"Hello! Are you happy?" Pink asked with an innocent tone, emphasizing the word happy as though it were a little strange to her tongue. She seemed quite perplexed by the possibility.

"Umm...hello...yes, I'm quite happy.." Sheena remarked, caught a little off-guard by the girl's manner of speaking. "You might be?"

Pink perked up noticeably, her chin clearing the hedge as she energetically bounced up as her name was asked "Oh! I'm Sapphire Pink!" Pink weightlessly flipped forward over the hedge, shimmering sparkles adorning her feet like she was skating on an invisible loop-de-loop. She landed on the ground with no sound save for the crackle of more sparkles under her feet skittering out in all directions like a firework burst against the ground. She seemed quite pleased with her maneuver, chin and tail high.

"I was just asking because usually I can smell a lot of sorrow and anger and hatred on most people, but you don't have nearly as much." Pink zipped forward, a single step gliding her across the ground and swooping into the bench next to Sheena.

Sheena rose an eyebrow at this girl's antics but simply shrugged it off, "Nice to meet you, Miss Pink. I'm Sheena, and this is Shade," She gestured to her hat which briefly resumed its specter form to wave before reverting back to a hat.

"Oh cool!" Sapphire momentarily forgot to be polite as she brought her hands up to her cheeks and gushed about Shade. "You've got a friend who can turn into clothes too! That's one of my favorite things!"

"You're...familiar with that?"

"Yup, imagine something you want, and I can turn into it, likety split! Well, if it's not to big, or not too complex. Like, I don't really understand how guns work, so I can't turn into a functional gun, but I can LOOK like a gun. Or if you want a person, I can LOOK like how you imagine that person but I won't like get their memories or their powers or anything. So, well, there's a lot of things I can't turn into, but hey on the bright side there's a lot of things I can turn into!" Pink goes on and on, like an endless tide, ecstatic that someone was interested in her.

"Uhh..." Sheena was sweatdropping at how excitable this person was, "That's...great...hey, you want some cookies while we talk?"

"Oh, sure! I'd love to, is that what makes you happy? Or is it the hat friend? Deva never really seems happy. Maybe it's because no one brings her cookies!" Pink stopped as abruptly as she started on one topic, only to diverge onto another. She held her hands out like a bowl for Sheena to place a cookie in.

Sheena obliged and handed her a cookie. "So, I take it you hang out here in Heaven?"

"Yup! Specifically I hang out a lot near the Resurrectorium because there's a lot of negative emotions to eat. People usually still have lingering pain or anger from the battle. I eat that so that they that maybe they can be happier." Pink nods, and then sells a very positive spin of herself, before finishing with an honest addendum as she bit into her cookie. "And because it is delicious." She gives her tummy a little meaningful rub with her free hand, even as a few crumbs fall across it from her carelessness of talking and eating at the same time.

"But then one day, I decided to try and find the biggest unhappiness, but it wasn't there, it was in the throne room. Both Deva and Ruxen must have been very very sad, and the sadness was bigger than me and I couldn't eat it." Pink set the half eaten cookie in her mouth and spread her arms wide as she could, and looked as close to sad as Sheena had yet seen the perpetually energetic pup. "I did a bad job trying and I think they're even more unhappy with me, so I was trying to come up with a present to apologize with. These cookies are pretty good, so maybe that'll make them happy. Do dogs eat cookies?"

Sheena frowned a little, "I don't think so. Most cookies have some type of chocolate or nuts in them so I'm not sure how they may take it...but I still think it's sweet of you to want to help them."

"Ooooh... That's tricky.. No nuts or chocolate? Dogs can't eat those?" Pink pondered bringing up a finger to her lips in thought. Or to shove what remained of the cookie into her mouth. Then she turned her attention back to Sheena, beaming a little. "Aw thanks! I used to dream I could get so big I could eat all the sadness. But then I started to learn a little bit more about how really big things are! So, I'm going to have to supplement my appetite with other ways to make people happy. Because that's what makes me happy!"

"But what about you?" Pink tilted her head again, leaning in a little. "I just realized I latched onto cookies but you never said they were what made you happy! How silly of me, I'm sorry." Pink bounced a hand off the side of her own head in a self admonishing whack, that was rather energetic for true contrition.

"It's ok. To be honest, what makes me happy is a mix of being able to help people and learning all I can about the places I go to. The more I learn, the easier it is to deal with problems I run into." She decided this was a good chance to make Pink happy too so she went to give her a hug.

"Aah?" Pink was utterly astonished that someone other than her had wanted to hug her instead of the other way round. Amazing! Astonishing! Pink's tail wagged furiously as she returned the hug. "You're pretty great Sheena! You're awesome at making people happy. I got a cookie and a hug."

"Thanks, you're pretty cool too," Sheena giggled, "So, you get a lot of hugs?"

"Mmm... I give a lot, seeing that's how I eat, but I don't tend to get a lot. Maybe it's because I hang around too much with sad people, and sad people don't have enough happy to give hugs.. That must be it!" Pink resolved as though this was some amazing discovery. "I bet that once I make everyone happy, there'll be way more hugs!"

Sheena didn't really have the heart to bring reality into the situation so she smiled and hugged her tighter. "So, what else you do in your free time?"

"Mmm.. Well, I've been trying to learn how to sleep. It seems to make other people happy sometimes, but I can never sit still for long enough to try it." Pink let her chin rest against Sheena's shoulder, rubbing her cheek against Sheena's, luxuriating in the freely given touch. Pink's eyes were closed, as she focused entirely on tactile senses.

Sheena smiled and rubbed her cheek on Pink's in turn.

"So, what are these problems you were talking about? You said you had some? Can you think of anything that would help if you had? I'm trying to learn how to become an enchanter and general stuff maker."

"Eh, just general stuff on my travels. People who are in trouble or sick, or just those who cause problems in general." That was the abridged version as Sheena felt now was not a good time to bring up all the crazier stuff in her travels.

"Oh, hmm.. I don't know how to make medicine yet. That's a whole world of stuff I haven't explored!" Pink seemed happy enough with that. Curing the sick alone was a big thing.

"Well, I'm sure you can help a lot of people when you do."

"It wasn't really on the list for me, seeing most of the people I hang out with are really high ranking and if they ever got sick, if they couldn't cure themselves, they'd know somebody who could, or if that didn't work they could just go and die in battle and be resurrected. I hadn't really thought about people who get sick and then need help. Man, that's a whole nother big problem."

"Anything else you like to do?"

"Oh, hmm... Sometimes I birdwatch." Pink looks up at a passing harpy.

"Birdwatching is nice."

@Lonewolf685 That was a WIP posted so we could help, Gamer was asking for assistance and we needed more information. And now it has one.
@GamerXZ If dimension hopping is key to the character, I'd suggest talking to the GMs about the various ways that could be incorporated. So, like, if you were in the Nexus, maybe your character has permission to use it, or maybe your character is trying to earn that permission. The Nexus has a very very very very strong barrier. You can't break in or out without permission.
@GamerXZ The Happyverse is a separate universe from the Nexus. Nexus is eternal war, and once you're inside, you can't leave. Happyverse is eternal peace, and ruled by cats.

So, if you go to the Happyverse, you basically have to make up your own SoL adventures, and don't get to interact with the Nexus. If you go to the Nexus, you're forever in the war that is the main focus of the RP, so you always have things to do.

It matters slightly because eventually the Happyverse and the Nexus will meet, and obviously, there will be some differences of opinion when eternal peace and eternal war meet. I only brought it up because you mentioned you're a dimension hopper, and if you go into the Nexus, you don't get to leave. You're stuck. If the concept of dimension hopping is key to the character rather than merely a reason to get to the Nexus, I figured you might want to know all the options.
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