Thrips stifles a yawn and shuffles a bit further forwards in the queue.
He looks about himself with a rather tired gaze, though not without and undercurrent of wariness still. His once-fine coat, salvaged during a mission some time ago, is now a ragged mess: the lower part of the much-too-large garment now worn away and irreparably stained from dragging along the ground and occasionally being trodden on.
His boots, likewise claimed as loot on the same mission, have fared similarly; losing all trace of their original flashiness. Beneath it, though, there remains a well-made and sturdy pair of boots that have held up well enough, though on Thrips they reach almost to the knee and make his gait comically exaggerated.
He peeks around the person or creature in front of him, blinking a couple of times to get his depth perception back in order as he tries to gauge how much longer he's likely to be waiting.
Idly observe my surroundings whilst waiting in the census line.
Approximately how much time has passed since I first came to Omega? Have I any idea? It's not overly important, just wondering.
You're in a large room with a low ceiling supported by stone pillars. the lighting appears to be bioluminescence from containers hung on the walls and pillars. Brighter lighting is evident in the open space near the census desk, but it's source is not apparent from your position. The Omegas waiting for census look rather standard low level types overall. Some don't look fit to take on missions, while others look haggard, tired, or a little too young and fresh.
I haven't a clue how long it's been since Thrips joined. I never really kept a timeline.
Frederick - Crippled cyborg two-legged dragon.
After some introductions with the Jungle Feyline, attempt a non-lethal wing-assisted tackle. (bounce towards it, and flap wings to close the distance faster.)
Waits for Response from the dragon.
(2) v (2)Freddie atempts to lung forward. His wings spread out wide and he stumbles, sliding nose first into the Feyline's knees. The bump isn't with enough force to knock over the catthing, but the catthing is so startled by the attention that it attempts to step back, catching a foot under Freddie's jaw and falling on its ass anyway. Freddie turns his head and growls petulantly at his traitorous wings. Continued in everyone else's actions. Of special note is, during your game of tag, you are definitely alerted to the presence of the balls, thanks to the loudness of the brass sphere.
Hmm, let's see. I count four or five bolded actions from Tric. Since it's both RP and attempting to interact with Freddie, I'll allow it. Most relevant post is this one, I think:
Main issue seems to be communication..
Now that I have it's attention, beckon it with my hands, then move back a few steps, and point towards it.
(Translation, a game of tag to get it used to moving. Use Wind Step to boost my speed.)
Wind Step,
Drawing upon my own knowledge of Magic, I use the Wind to boost my Movement Speed and Dexterous Footwork.
End Result, better movement across open terrain, and increased speed across it.
(4) you channel magic and hop up, leaping away from Freddie. You gain a sudden brief spurt of speed and leap about fifteen feet back.
Freddie climbs up (apparently this was what Dev's bolded action was in regard to) and tries once more to tackle: (3) v (5) Freddie makes a sort of loping, clomping progress, wings spread awkwardly. He crosses the ground between at a slow jog, and the catthing easily stays ahead, out of reach.
take a moment to consider just how I would “entertain” or “educate” the child
(2) You could play cards with it, maybe/ You hear that's a thing humans in cities do. Maybe dragons like card games. You look at the catthing playing tag with Freddie, and at the giant asking for a ball. Nope, no ideas there. huh.
((Sorry, forgot to post an action. I didn't knew the huge cyborg chaos dragon was the "kid"))
Ask the gnomes if they have anything that could be used as a ball.
"We have many items of a spherical nature." a gnome runs off. After a few minutes, she returns with a cart and several otehr gnomes, who wheel the art around to face away from the arena. They shove three large wooden balls off the cart, which roll and bounce down the steps. After these, a three foot wide brass sphere is shoved off as well. It bounces down the stairs, clanging louder with each strike, to land with a Bang amidst the wooden balls, sending them scattering. Finally, a four foot wide ball made of some leathery looking substance is pushed out of the cart. it lands with a thud at the top of the arena stairs, and remains there.
Go and find the Interim Containment Facilityand locate "Chips". Tell him I've been sent to possibly aid in rebuilding some containment or another.
You arrive, loate a man who looks exactly like a master architect/builder would look, and declare your intentions. He eyes you thoughtfully for a moment.
"I'm sure you've been briefed on the situation, and i don't doubt your intelligence or memory, but lack of communication is an excellent way for mistakes to be made, so I a mgoing to explainthe situation as if you know nothing.Omega Base exists as it's own reality, rather than as a part of any particular world, realm, sphere, or whatever. Until just recently, that reality was planar in nature. that is, it spread out like a sheet. Flat, you see? Omega had levels, top being the sky, then the surface, then the canyon, and below the canyon were restricted cells. below them was something I am not allowed to talk about, and below that was madness. Due to certain circumstances in the construction of Omega, that reality was unstable, and events in the last couple years have acted to further destabilize her. We've been working non-stop recently to restabilize Omega - to keep the reality of Omega Base from collapsing on itself or being torn apart or what have you.
A team was sent to another world to steal the Living, beating Heart out of that place to provide a motive engine for Omega. Surprisingly, they succeeded. Installing such an artifact is not without consequences, however. For one, the shape of Omega has changed. Instead of layers like pages of a book, she is shaped like a sphere, with the Heart at the center, and the sky at the outside. s you can see, the surface has changed rather markedly as a result. But the lower levels have changed even more dramatically.
I won't go into all the details. The point for you is that the restricted cells were in many cases rendered inoperable, destroyed, merged, or altered in such a away so to make them unsuited for their previous tenants. Some of these escaped, some died, more than one are unaccounted for. We've recaptured some of the escapees. Most recently has been a woman - a fleshmancer and sonic manipulator. Her magical affinity is in the area of music. the fleshmancy was the result of an encounter while on mission, and is not entirely within her control. She ended up absorbing an entire town that day. That does things to a person, obviously. Now, her magic leaks. Her sonic magic, if left unchecked, cold render the entire base mad, eating away at our minds over time. In part this is due to the traces of the other souls she has absorbed, echoing through her song and causing dissonance and discord. Additionally, the fleshmancy can warp those who get too close, or who are affected by her music. Finally, she has a secondary ability related to corrosion.
Currently we have her in a room enchanted against acids, with a white noise generator and as much soundproofing as we've been able to get on short notice. We've kept her drugged to dull her senses and calm her mind. As I am sure you can see, this is not a great solution. We need a better one. Questions?"More talking
"I suppose the titles are meaningless, one was given by m' family the former perhaps fitting for how I heal people. I think they're all meaningless, though. A e're not important enough to be anything but expendable."
"Expendable? Yes, Omegas do tend to have a rather short life, don't we? But what's the alternative? An eternity, caged? Leave us alone to eat one another until none but the strongest, most insane are left? Not like all of us can be returned to society, or home ..."Go get the oil I need, and come back to my wielder.
The girlgun goes ot the armorer and explains what she needs.
"You need a grease that prevent sand from sticking to your parts. We have just what you need. Omega weapons must be kept in good working condition. Yes." The armorer buzzes energetically as it shuffles back into the warehouse and returns with a sealed container.
"Properly applied, this should last you for quite a while. If you find it discoloring or giving off a strong, unusual odor, please return it to me immediately. Take care of your mechanisms and they will take care of you."With that, she heads back t the Officers' Country. When she returns, her handler is in another room - a workshop. He has a workbench set up with tools, cloths, clamps, basins, a step stool, and brushes. a large tub sits to the side, half filled with water - a sheet suspended along a line to separate the tub from the rest of the room. There's a reservoir above - another tub filled with water, with a small chain attached to a lever connected to a spout.
"Alright, for your basic shower, you have the tub there. Close the curtain. People think it's strange when old men watch little girls bathe. Pull the chain to get water to stream down out of the top tub. Once you are satisfied, use the step stool and climb up on the bench here. Then transform and I'll get all your inner workings. " 
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