Roll 50?
Varron looked at Amatin.
"Because, my friend... I am... clairvoyant!" he chanted, pausing for an intended mystical effect, but in actuality it sounded very awkward and wierd.
He flashed a smile and re-focused his eyes.
"I'm dead serious about that by the way, I'm clairvoyant. Maybe I'll teach you one day. Or maybe you'll just pick it up. Who knows?" He squinted for a moment, trying to adjust his vision, before simply moving his head closer, his eyes yet failing him.
He slammed his eyes shut and let his new sense take over, and he was pleased to receive a crisp mental reconstruction of the area around him. In his head, he literally twirled around the fungus, getting a closer look. Nothing he currently knew matched up with his prior knowledge, although it reminded him of
Volucris Boletus. Also, unbeknowest to him, he had subconsciously leaned over the fugus, now brooding an inch above the central stalk of the glob he was observing.
(I did some revising on the thing, sorry! But I liked the idea.)
Volucris Boletus, also known as Bolugrids or colloquially, mushroom beetles, are a hybrid species of the Ruberlite insectoid family and the generic space fungus. The species has a segmented carapace made from carbonaceous chitin like most animals on Ruberlitus, averages from 2 to 5 cm in length, and uses six legs and three pairs of veinless wings to propel itself through the air. However, while it appears externally as a beetle alien to Earth would appear, it's internal tissues are largely composed of mycelium and similarly designed tissue forms.
Bolugrids reproduce via spores. When at rest, stem cells in the beetle's abdomen are driven to differentiate into self-fertilizing spores which are released as the creature flies. These spores, when waterlogged, germinate into small embryonic masses of fungaloid cells, which continue to develop into an adhesive blue nodule. During the wet season, the nodules collect water and swell to a large size. During the dry season, the nodules begin to differentiate into writhing fungaloid masses. During the next wet season, these nodules use the additional water to begin a sorting process which assembles new Bolugrids and releases them throughout the wet season. Finally, during the dry season, the desiccated remains of the blue globs are used by future Bolugrids as food or nesting, depending on the environment.
took her helmet off, if only to reveal her raised brows. In a relatively
polite tone, she asked,
"Did you take a blow to the head when we parted, Varron?"Varron continued staring, and Kayle even noticed a single bead of saliva hung by surface tension from Varron's petrified lip.
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Kayle turned to Amatin:
"He mentioned something about clairvoyance and powers bleeding into each other to me earlier through the messages. That's why I was going to meet up with him. My ability to sense lifeforms around me without being able to see them is similar enough that I thought my presence might help. I'm not sure how, though."And then she turned back to Varron and said:
. "Are you sure you should be that close to it? What if it releases spores and you breath them in? For Cyrus's sake, Varron, put on a gas mask or something before you put your face right up to it," she then, paradoxically, started running her free hand through her hair.
Amatin responded to both of them,
"Whether that's a fungus or not, we should report it before it spreads. Inspector! I have a question for you!"The inspector's expression shifted from blank and mook-like to displaying an immediate interest.
As the inspector opened his mouth, Amatin continued:
"Are these things supposed to be here, sir? They don't look like a native lifeform."The inspector then actually spoke, responding with: "Not if I'm aware. There are only two types of fungaloids on this planet, and those are both aquatic forms. I think someone got it through customs screening, somehow. I'll call the department while you four converse."
He flicked his SilverTab open and placed it to his ear, muttering voice commands.
Jaffar, after a period of quietness and non-usefulness, suddenly sprung into a state of awareness. He realized that his cloak could in fact be useful here! He opened up his inventory, briskly removed the cloak, and draped it over his shoulders. Suddenly, his neck stiffened, and he raised his head vertical, as if he were a
sapaos from the
Singularity series by Richie Maddenheim (a famous Polarian science-fiction writer).
"Fungaloid. Originates from Madunai. It stores kinetic energy and releases spores. If you breath in too many or perhaps rub a wound against a chunk, you'll get infected with... with... something horrible. I'm having a hard time describing it.
Anyway, it starts off in this form, apparently, "Well, there we have it. I'll call in the cleaners and get 'em to remove it. Anything I should know about disposal?"
"Uh, uh... hang on... ah, you can't burn it. Madunai orbits 0.23 astroms from a blue giant's surface. Very, very hot. In fact, the planet is slowly running into the star and will be absorbed within a decade, but stores of helium ice underground are causing a massive rush of air from the caves which is causing the fungus to thrive on the surface.
Oh, and the Ross recently tried to harvest he3 from the planet because of the ice thaw. Wait, helium three? I'm not familiar with fusion anymore, I've been working with quantum entanglement batteries and micro-singularity energy stores since I took the course on them three years ago."-------------
EDIT: I'm gonna go ahead and not keep the others waiting. Treat this as a roll.
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"I don't take orders from anyone, so that is a no, and if you know whats best you'll not try to force me to join. I am a graduate of the Academy, and will align myself entirely with no nation, or group other than one I see fit, and yours is not it. Understood?"[6]
Zakroff, now almost angered, turned his back to the man, instead looking for a suitable power supply. He managed to locate a large set of quantum entanglement batteries, all apparently past the end of their registration periods.
Quick summary: these are linked to a corresponding battery in a reactor, which is constantly charged even as the battery it is linked to is discharged. Thus you have power as long as the reactor exists. Pretty nice, eh? They are expensive though, and you have to pay a premium to get them registered.
The Peace Monger walked away, muttering about something incoherent to Zakroff, through the thick accent, at least.
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Caplus decided he would train the gorves by electrocuting them. Surely, they would react with only the closest displays of affection after Caplus runs thousands of volts of current through them, yes?
[1] No. Both are now furious! Coolant is still pouring from the copper pipe! You are surrounded by freezing vapor! [1] Another gorv appears out of nowhere!
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Milia grabbed ahold of the radio, and proceeded to smash the radio against the wall, unrelenting. Surprised at the radio's resilience and its continuing contribution to the proliferation of terrible music, she took it outside and tossed it with the scrap lizards, to which the noisy radio proved a source of distress and thus gave the illusion of a threat. It was quickly devoured by a pair of meter-long lizards.
That settled, she returned to the laptop, noting Metconz Workstation's distinctive taskbar lining the bottom edge of the screen, and pocketed it for later. (Remind me to add it when I do a proper roll)
But she wasn't finished. Something had happened to this scrap station that made a guy type "GORV IS BACK" in sheer terror, even as they were getting hopelessly mauled. Actually, the room didn't contain blood. The desk itself happened to be filled with generic, ordinary objects, such as pens, paper, and so on. She found some printed receipts for an Aroth scrap hauling company. Apparently, there was a cargo ship to be docked at roughly 1300 CST today, the 1st of the solar year 3000. The scrap station was planning on selling a shipment of steel to the Caldr forges.
She looked at the clock... it was 1346...
(Objects Acquired: Metconz laptop, pens, paper, pencils, printed receipts)
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