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Bob drops by, smiling "Hey, creating toxic mixes is my job." He smiles, as he gestures, and the coffe and alcohol evaporate.

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supertinyking said
((....umm, wait what? No...that isn't the Vortigaunt fleet.....)) The signals are relayed from the fleet, are from strange cores powered by a odd material. Soon, several pods begin to fall to the ground near grugg, each one containing about 2 people. There are 3 of them.

((Vortigaunt is a word? I thought I was just making up random technobabble.....))
Grugg moves over to them, and then walks past them, as he inspects their ships. he rapidly jumps into his work, and within moments he has the whole thing disasembled into it's base components. He smiles, as he gets to the work of impoving the design, trying out multiple models as he uses the parts he has to their full extent.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Wraithblade6 said
Ty for the pic, Matt.

Of course, ALL his teeth are pointed, in typical Old-Blood fashion, but the pic is more-less accurate.

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supertinyking said
He gets a reply almost insantly, from a female voice, Slightly mechanical, and worried."We just exited deep warp, our armada is damaged and we need a place to repair our ships. Please, may we dock on the planet?" She asks.

Grugg frowns. For a moment, he had been sure it was the Enemy, about to take away everything he loved once more. Perhaps he had believed death had finally come for him, after all these years. However, these were but normal people. "Of course. I will personally oversee the repair of your fleet." Grugg's worries had not been dispelled. However, for now, it had something to distract it. He had always loved getting lost in his work. "Based on the signals I'm recieving..... p-9 class 8 Vortigaunt gravitron engines, capable of warp space movement for a max of 7 hours before critical overload. Furthermore, it's near that limit. You shouldn't have tested the limits of your machine, it could have exploded."

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akje said
Stigmata? Like cause black spots to appear on someone's palms? Not really very interesting.Note that I don't care about power, It needs to be otherworldly though.As long as it is powered by a complete disregard of common sense.I'll stick to influencing minds for now then.

Actually stigmata causes the antibodies of someone's blood to physically break down or harm tissue in that body due to mental ideas. For example, someone with incredible fear of vampires was once choked to death in the night..... despire the fact that nobody had entered the room. Furthermore, the choke marks could not have occured from any human. Fear had caused the bruises to appear on the neck. The body had choked itself.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Gabriel:

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supertinyking said
"Spare parts of what?" Blood asks. Now he looked worried....but it got worse after a large amount of battle ships enter orbit. However, they weren't the C.E's. Nor the army the clones had worried about. They seem to be that of several species....and they all looked like they had been though the ringer.

"Amything you can get. Anything mechanical on this planet. Actually, nevermind, I'll teleport it in myself. Prepare your friends for battle." Grugg hated using his skills for war. He was a creator, not a destroyer, and although he had built the weapons for Odin, he had done so in the hopes of spreading peace. He was under no such delusions now. His brother had attempted to wipe out this planet. This was a signal that, for whatever reason, he wanted everyone on it dead. He quickly teleported in the parts he built, as within a matter of minutes he builds a massive machine, a turret. However, first, he sent a comm throughout the armade. "Exlain your presence here. I would prefer not to have more blood on my hands."

Crossover Creek (Will Forever Be Accepting) ♥

Mai turns, hissing, as her generators are attacked. As it collapses, the screaming from it stops, every humanoid on it instantly killed by it's collapse. Mia gestures, and Mr Fluffy, back in headquarters, recognizes the idea. Mia was currently too busy to face those two, and as such, it sent in the Anti-God from before, hulking over the two World Travelers that had dared interfere in Mia's plan.
As the Anti-God assessed it's two targets, it instantly moved up to full speed, breaking the sonic limit as it went into a flurry of blows. It's magical energy had been recovered at base, and it would soon use it's Limitless Burst to annihilate it's targets, but in the meantime it wasn't taking any risks. It would wipe these two out before they could form any real kind of threat.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

jack jumped from console to console, his fingers a blur, as he regulated the heat and pressure in Martin and Mithias's tubes, rapidly returning them to the norms, while retaining life support. He would have to have BioPILOT take on this task automatically if he planned to keep them for any duration of time. However, the brainwave reads were massively informative. As he had expected, they used a special type of brainwave to communicate with other minds, and they had managed to sync their thoughts, while retaining their individuality. It was fascinating, truly.

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CreedTheChimera said
((He said the guild building went up with about 20 pounds of C4 in that post, I was responding to that))

((Oh, okay. Sorry, didn't see that.))