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Voting closed: April 07, 2013, 10:34:35 am

[Nunzillor]

It was destroyed along with Anubis.  Rejoice in the power of the Comb!
Also, boo.

((I'll see if my current character can pay you back for that eventually...))

[Parisbre56]

Death

"Ah. I am sorry to hear that. I haven't experienced... that... yet. But I can only imagine it wasn't pleasant."
Flint shuddered imperceptibly at the thought of the darkness and pain of death, at the thought of human minds as parasites, jumping from body to body. Logically, he knew about them, they didn't cause him fear or discomfort, but it was hard to disregard the years of influence his world's culture had on his subconscious.
"Heh. But don't worry. I'll probably kill myself soon enough." he half joked.
"But anyway, that sounds to me more like a cause than a reason, the thing that sparked the change, not the reason it happened. After all, you could had chosen to rebuild your original body. It's expensive, but it can happen and is probably cheaper than your body... Unless you mean that you thought this change could prevent death. Your death and the death of others."

[Lenglon]

...

yes. spark.

I...
I fail to make up my mind what to say next. I don't run, but...

[Parisbre56]

"It's OK."
Flint slowly sat down and rested his back against a wall. He hoped this would make her feel more comfortable. And it helped him be less tired, more relaxed. Even though his lower legs were robotic, the rest of him still got stressed and tired.
"No need to speak about this if it is making you uncomfortable. If you don't feel like you're ready."
He made an inviting gesture, although he was unaware of what exactly he wanted to indicate. He mentally shrugged, assuming that she would interpret his vagueness however she preferred, whether just sitting down, coming closer to him or merely relaxing.
"Do you want to talk about something else? Or, hell, we don't even have to talk. We can just be here. Or go get a drink or have some fun in the rec-room."

[Lenglon]

I walk over and stick my head under Flint's hand.

[Shaporia]

It was destroyed along with Anubis.  Rejoice in the power of the Comb!
Also, boo.

((I'll see if my current character can pay you back for that eventually...))

(Ah, sorry. It's fine, I'll find a way.)

[Parisbre56]

I walk over and stick my head under Flint's hand.

Flint petted Lyra's head for a few seconds before putting his arm around her in a sort-of-hug, rubbing her slightly. He enjoyed the novelty of the experience, gently touching her ears, this being the third time he had a chance to feel a real organic creature with non-human ears, fur and general anatomy. And he enjoyed the relaxation, the feeling of safety and comfort, of being with a friend.
I may have made my living out of talking and (over)acting, but I also know the value of being quiet and enjoying those rare moments.

[Radio Controlled]

Alright, I'll find some way to get the tokens to you, thanks for letting me borrow them. Sorry about how the mission turned out.

At least most survived, so that's a relief. We live and learn.

[Lenglon]

After several moments of letting Flint pet me, and relaxing to his touch, I reach over to my wrist-comp and type out a message to him.

Would you have pet human me?

Home reject change. Home reject nonhuman. Home reject runt.

Leave runt to die. Natural role of freak. should no live.

Never accept me. No matter change. Then. Now.

[Parisbre56]

"Ever seen or heard of the Shadow Walkers? Can you tell me a bit more about the way they fight and how they hide? And what's involved in becoming one?"
Best to approach the subject slowly...

Keep talking to the AM.

"Assassins. Something like executors but they don't focus on spying. They hide only to kill. That's their one purpose. One of the few that use biological weapons. Leshos too. They're the type who you'll never see. Someone will die and then you might find some evidence of how it was done, but you'll never find the person who did it.

Their training involves an apprenticeship with their leader."

"Trained by a single person... sounds like a slow process. That probably means not many of them are needed or that person is really quick in training them."

"So, this 'Leader'... are they anybody especially important or would someone else quickly take their place should they die? I mean, would assassinating the assassin make any sense? Or maybe there is a chance we could persuade him or her to join us?"
((Wait for an answer.))

"Wait, those guys can remain invisible while carrying LESHOs? Do you know how do they manage to do that?" Flint asked with great curiosity.
Keep talking to the AM.

The armory master laughs.

"Good luck assassinating him. He lives on Earth 2. And he fought in the Altered Wars.  With melee weapons."

Flint stared at the AM blankly for a few moments before joining her in her laugh.
"Hahaha. Good one. You almost got me there, made me think you were serious for a few moments. I mean, haha, really, that's the worst bit of UWM propaganda I've ever heard. And I've been on films where I was the one killing altered with my bare hands, so that's saying something. Who would believe that?  If nothing else, the guy's got to be like... I dunno, 1000 years old or something. Even if they kept him in stasis when not needed, had him travel at near light speed wherever he went and used all sorts of gene treatments on him, he'd be, like, the oldest human alive, even in subjective time. How can someone stay alive and so powerful while training people in an extremely dangerous profession for so many years? It's gotta be a trick. Right?"

Questions.

"Usually they have it disassembled and reassemble it when they reach the vantage point they want"

"Still, it's gotta be pretty large and heavy though. Do they have some sort of strength enhancement genemod or merely utilise local resources to arrange for the transport of a large container? Or do they split it into multiple parts and sneak it where they want to get it slowly?"

Engage in the art of having two threads of conversation at the same time.

EDIT: Also, try to write one of those programs that block communication, like the one someone had wrote in the past. Might be useful in case we need to block UWM or xeno communication.

EDIT2: I want something I can use to carry large dangerous things. Can I get the biggest sturdiest forcefield container I can easily carry with my Battlesuit? Be sure the projecting material is in something sturdy and not too sensitive though, so that it doesn't explode when I activate it and then try to carry something heavy.

Also try to get a normal artifact container that fits the previous specifications.

Also try to get something like a MK1 blanket, something I could put around something else to help isolate it and protect it from its surroundings.

And some sort of way to absorb the heat from my suit and battlesuit. Maybe a hexsand heat sink?

[Toaster]

Read up on "God of Bloodletting" in my Pantheon notes.  Stuck in a tank; good time to study.

[spazyak]

Buy sullen moon nyartifact, toss kit stolen from dead person in union room at Miyamoto's place.

"Sorry guys, I'm going to have to do this before he disbands the union or beats one of us up."

Well, you said something about an opportunity for the union to test nyartifacts for you, could you elaborate on that?

pocket random tiny object of some sort of value be it a token or jsut some random item. before helping him with the rest

[Caellath]

Milno ends up sitting against Lars' tube of medigel. With most of the people he knew and/or trusted to a degree dying or disappearing, he didn't have anyone besides the armory master to have "stable" conversations with and she had her own work to do. He brought up the image of the project he had been working on and off recently on the datapad and started to check its feasibility once more. Like most of his ideas, it was just another modification of an existing item but intended to fix a problem he had been made aware of ever since the Samsonite Abyss.

[tryrar]

Bored waiting around for the briefing, Yancy wanders to the infirmary to say hi to the less fortunate teammates. He finds Lars.

"Yo, preacher-man, just came to see how ya doing. I mean, that was a pretty wild fig-" He notices Milno, and immediately stiffens and salutes. "Afternoon sir! Checking up on the wounded?"

[TheBiggerFish]

Mycroft shall step out of the infirmary and invoke the Great Steve.
"Uh.  Steve?  You're the AI, right?  Would you mind telling me what the flying skeletal carp I seem to have gotten myself into out of inertia?  Also, how to avoid dying?"