Ram's Head Saloon [Mod-Sanctioned C/CLT, v3]

[The North Fort]

"Ah. May I inquire as to what an 'Evolved' is?"

He smiled. "I am infected with a virus known as Blacklight. Don't worry, I won't infect you. It is in every cell of my body, and I am, for all intents and purposes, a sentient virus. I can alter my biomass at will, to change my appearance, or form a weapon." He demonstrated. His right arm, which looked perfectly Human, albeit pale, became a writhing mass of black and red tendrils for a moment, some of them retracting into the shoulder, others compressing together. In a second or so, they had solidified into a long, narrow biomass blade, replacing the arm from the shoulder downwards, connected to the body by a mass of tendrils and muscle. He smiled, and transformed it back into an arm. "Any questions?" He smiled warmly, understanding that many organisms freaked out when seeing an Evolved manipulate their biomass.

Interesting...

[The Raven Technocracy]

He smiled. "I am infected with a virus known as Blacklight. Don't worry, I won't infect you. It is in every cell of my body, and I am, for all intents and purposes, a sentient virus. I can alter my biomass at will, to change my appearance, or form a weapon." He demonstrated. His right arm, which looked perfectly Human, albeit pale, became a writhing mass of black and red tendrils for a moment, some of them retracting into the shoulder, others compressing together. In a second or so, they had solidified into a long, narrow biomass blade, replacing the arm from the shoulder downwards, connected to the body by a mass of tendrils and muscle. He smiled, and transformed it back into an arm. "Any questions?" He smiled warmly, understanding that many organisms freaked out when seeing an Evolved manipulate their biomass.

Chakijane narrowed his eyes, but otherwise, did not superficially show signs of being startled - a result of years of brainwashing under Intelligence supervision.

"I am glad that I will not be infected. The Directorate tends to get touchy when the information that an Administrator was accidentally killed reaches them. And I hav no questions, other than the degree of what you can shapeshift into."

"We cannot become anything smaller than our minimum amount of biomass, which is generally Human-sized. If we get more, we can compress it. We maintain our basic Human shapes, the vast majority of the time. The virus wouldn't kill you, it would make you into an Evolved."

[The North Fort]

Chakijane narrowed his eyes, but otherwise, did not superficially show signs of being startled - a result of years of brainwashing under Intelligence supervision.

"I am glad that I will not be infected. The Directorate tends to get touchy when the information that an Administrator was accidentally killed reaches them. And I hav no questions, other than the degree of what you can shapeshift into."

"We cannot become anything smaller than our minimum amount of biomass, which is generally Human-sized. If we get more, we can compress it. We maintain our basic Human shapes, the vast majority of the time. The virus wouldn't kill you, it would make you into an Evolved."

Kewl

[Nantoraka]

Chakijane narrowed his eyes, but otherwise, did not superficially show signs of being startled - a result of years of brainwashing under Intelligence supervision.

"I am glad that I will not be infected. The Directorate tends to get touchy when the information that an Administrator was accidentally killed reaches them. And I hav no questions, other than the degree of what you can shapeshift into."

"We cannot become anything smaller than our minimum amount of biomass, which is generally Human-sized. If we get more, we can compress it. We maintain our basic Human shapes, the vast majority of the time. The virus wouldn't kill you, it would make you into an Evolved."

"Either way - had the virus infected me, and I had become a carrier, there's no telling what could happen. But I will keep this in mind. It might be...useful."

[The Raven Technocracy]

"We cannot become anything smaller than our minimum amount of biomass, which is generally Human-sized. If we get more, we can compress it. We maintain our basic Human shapes, the vast majority of the time. The virus wouldn't kill you, it would make you into an Evolved."

"Either way - had the virus infected me, and I had become a carrier, there's no telling what could happen. But I will keep this in mind. It might be...useful."

"True, most Evolved learn as children to control their abilities, but when adults are infected, they tend to not understand their newfound abilities, often to the detriment of others. Thank you again for the coffee." He sipped it, sighing and returning to his book.

[Nantoraka]

"Either way - had the virus infected me, and I had become a carrier, there's no telling what could happen. But I will keep this in mind. It might be...useful."

"True, most Evolved learn as children to control their abilities, but when adults are infected, they tend to not understand their newfound abilities, often to the detriment of others. Thank you again for the coffee." He sipped it, sighing and returning to his book.

Chakijane nodded, deep in thought.

"Would it be a stretch to acquire a sample of this mutagen?"

[The Raven Technocracy]

"True, most Evolved learn as children to control their abilities, but when adults are infected, they tend to not understand their newfound abilities, often to the detriment of others. Thank you again for the coffee." He sipped it, sighing and returning to his book.

Chakijane nodded, deep in thought.

"Would it be a stretch to acquire a sample of this mutagen?"

"It is generally considered a bad idea to let Blacklight into foreign hands. I'm afraid I cannot help you there."

[Low bloods]

Chakijane nodded, deep in thought.

"Would it be a stretch to acquire a sample of this mutagen?"

"It is generally considered a bad idea to let Blacklight into foreign hands. I'm afraid I cannot help you there."

"It reminds me of what happens when someone gets tainted blood in my home land, it mutates and chsnges the appearance much like you can do. But often times most lose their sanity because it isn't just their appearance that gets altered, it's more the body as a whole, but it all depends on blood type here." Low yawns "Though recently we haven't had many struggles with it."

[Eriaroon Eugenic Republic]

Azhula Relos Monzao-Lemessu was designated a Prospector of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic. Her responsibility was to examine new words, identify new species, collect data on new civilisations, and perform various other exploration duties.

For this purpose, the armoured shell that encased her contained more sensory input devices than the average Eriaroon land traversal casing. The device was effectively a sphere, four large legs even spaced out, protruding form the shell's plating. On either side of each leg was a mechanic tendril, totalling eight of these lesser limbs on the machine. These were utilised for tactile input, manipulating objects, and for enhancing stability.

Azhula was incapable of perceiving colours. Nonetheless, the holographic display within the casing, along with all of the data readouts displayed on the interior of the armour, were sufficient to provide her with immense amounts of information as she drifted within the water that kept her alive. Like all Eriaroons, she was aquatic and needed high pressure water surrounding her to survive.

Witnessing several national rulers before her, Azhula initiated standard diplomatic protocol. Her intention was to gather as much information as she could. Therefore, a polite greeting was appropriate for the situation. Inside the shell, her tendrils didn't move as they normally would when she spoke Eriaroon Amalgamated Language- they were needed to operate the machine's limbs. However, her pores still pulsated to expel water in particular patterns, and the bioluminescent cyan on her skin lit up as normal, though nobody outside could see this.

The joint-mind within the machine- an artificially engineered brain, capable of processing information like a computer, in effect- processed the data and began to activate translation, though data Azhula had gathered indicated her "speech" would be made comprehensible by the location itself regardless.

"My condolences."

[Robosia]

Azhula Relos Monzao-Lemessu was designated a Prospector of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic. Her responsibility was to examine new words, identify new species, collect data on new civilisations, and perform various other exploration duties.

For this purpose, the armoured shell that encased her contained more sensory input devices than the average Eriaroon land traversal casing. The device was effectively a sphere, four large legs even spaced out, protruding form the shell's plating. On either side of each leg was a mechanic tendril, totalling eight of these lesser limbs on the machine. These were utilised for tactile input, manipulating objects, and for enhancing stability.

Azhula was incapable of perceiving colours. Nonetheless, the holographic display within the casing, along with all of the data readouts displayed on the interior of the armour, were sufficient to provide her with immense amounts of information as she drifted within the water that kept her alive. Like all Eriaroons, she was aquatic and needed high pressure water surrounding her to survive.

Witnessing several national rulers before her, Azhula initiated standard diplomatic protocol. Her intention was to gather as much information as she could. Therefore, a polite greeting was appropriate for the situation. Inside the shell, her tendrils didn't move as they normally would when she spoke Eriaroon Amalgamated Language- they were needed to operate the machine's limbs. However, her pores still pulsated to expel water in particular patterns, and the bioluminescent cyan on her skin lit up as normal, though nobody outside could see this.

The joint-mind within the machine- an artificially engineered brain, capable of processing information like a computer, in effect- processed the data and began to activate translation, though data Azhula had gathered indicated her "speech" would be made comprehensible by the location itself regardless.

"My condolences."

”Don’t apologize to me, apologize to the owner of this place. After all, you just crashed that thing through the freaking wall.”

[Low bloods]

Azhula Relos Monzao-Lemessu was designated a Prospector of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic. Her responsibility was to examine new words, identify new species, collect data on new civilisations, and perform various other exploration duties.

For this purpose, the armoured shell that encased her contained more sensory input devices than the average Eriaroon land traversal casing. The device was effectively a sphere, four large legs even spaced out, protruding form the shell's plating. On either side of each leg was a mechanic tendril, totalling eight of these lesser limbs on the machine. These were utilised for tactile input, manipulating objects, and for enhancing stability.

Azhula was incapable of perceiving colours. Nonetheless, the holographic display within the casing, along with all of the data readouts displayed on the interior of the armour, were sufficient to provide her with immense amounts of information as she drifted within the water that kept her alive. Like all Eriaroons, she was aquatic and needed high pressure water surrounding her to survive.

Witnessing several national rulers before her, Azhula initiated standard diplomatic protocol. Her intention was to gather as much information as she could. Therefore, a polite greeting was appropriate for the situation. Inside the shell, her tendrils didn't move as they normally would when she spoke Eriaroon Amalgamated Language- they were needed to operate the machine's limbs. However, her pores still pulsated to expel water in particular patterns, and the bioluminescent cyan on her skin lit up as normal, though nobody outside could see this.

The joint-mind within the machine- an artificially engineered brain, capable of processing information like a computer, in effect- processed the data and began to activate translation, though data Azhula had gathered indicated her "speech" would be made comprehensible by the location itself regardless.

"My condolences."

"It repairs itself most of the time, unless you destroy too much, then you've messed up."

[The Raven Technocracy]

James raised an eyebrow at the new creature. "Hello?"

[Harmonic Empire]

Azhula Relos Monzao-Lemessu was designated a Prospector of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic. Her responsibility was to examine new words, identify new species, collect data on new civilisations, and perform various other exploration duties.

For this purpose, the armoured shell that encased her contained more sensory input devices than the average Eriaroon land traversal casing. The device was effectively a sphere, four large legs even spaced out, protruding form the shell's plating. On either side of each leg was a mechanic tendril, totalling eight of these lesser limbs on the machine. These were utilised for tactile input, manipulating objects, and for enhancing stability.

Azhula was incapable of perceiving colours. Nonetheless, the holographic display within the casing, along with all of the data readouts displayed on the interior of the armour, were sufficient to provide her with immense amounts of information as she drifted within the water that kept her alive. Like all Eriaroons, she was aquatic and needed high pressure water surrounding her to survive.

Witnessing several national rulers before her, Azhula initiated standard diplomatic protocol. Her intention was to gather as much information as she could. Therefore, a polite greeting was appropriate for the situation. Inside the shell, her tendrils didn't move as they normally would when she spoke Eriaroon Amalgamated Language- they were needed to operate the machine's limbs. However, her pores still pulsated to expel water in particular patterns, and the bioluminescent cyan on her skin lit up as normal, though nobody outside could see this.

The joint-mind within the machine- an artificially engineered brain, capable of processing information like a computer, in effect- processed the data and began to activate translation, though data Azhula had gathered indicated her "speech" would be made comprehensible by the location itself regardless.

"My condolences."

"Definetly edible for my dinner.."

[The Raven Technocracy]

Azhula Relos Monzao-Lemessu was designated a Prospector of the Eriaroon Eugenic Republic. Her responsibility was to examine new words, identify new species, collect data on new civilisations, and perform various other exploration duties.

For this purpose, the armoured shell that encased her contained more sensory input devices than the average Eriaroon land traversal casing. The device was effectively a sphere, four large legs even spaced out, protruding form the shell's plating. On either side of each leg was a mechanic tendril, totalling eight of these lesser limbs on the machine. These were utilised for tactile input, manipulating objects, and for enhancing stability.

Azhula was incapable of perceiving colours. Nonetheless, the holographic display within the casing, along with all of the data readouts displayed on the interior of the armour, were sufficient to provide her with immense amounts of information as she drifted within the water that kept her alive. Like all Eriaroons, she was aquatic and needed high pressure water surrounding her to survive.

Witnessing several national rulers before her, Azhula initiated standard diplomatic protocol. Her intention was to gather as much information as she could. Therefore, a polite greeting was appropriate for the situation. Inside the shell, her tendrils didn't move as they normally would when she spoke Eriaroon Amalgamated Language- they were needed to operate the machine's limbs. However, her pores still pulsated to expel water in particular patterns, and the bioluminescent cyan on her skin lit up as normal, though nobody outside could see this.

The joint-mind within the machine- an artificially engineered brain, capable of processing information like a computer, in effect- processed the data and began to activate translation, though data Azhula had gathered indicated her "speech" would be made comprehensible by the location itself regardless.

"My condolences."

"Definetly edible for my dinner.."

James became quite indignant, bordering on mad. "You want to crack its armor open like a crab? What's wrong with you, you crazy woman? It just wants to meet people....I think....and your talking about eating it!"

[Low bloods]

Low just shrugged off most of the interaction. And kept drinking

[Harmonic Empire]

"Definetly edible for my dinner.."

James became quite indignant, bordering on mad. "You want to crack its armor open like a crab? What's wrong with you, you crazy woman? It just wants to meet people....I think....and your talking about eating it!"

"Is that wrong? This thing is really edible you know.. I can cook a luxurious Marine Seafood with his tentacles.. No one can stand against tasty marine seafood."

[The Raven Technocracy]

James became quite indignant, bordering on mad. "You want to crack its armor open like a crab? What's wrong with you, you crazy woman? It just wants to meet people....I think....and your talking about eating it!"

"Is that wrong? This thing is really edible you know.. I can cook a luxurious Marine Seafood with his tentacles.. No one can stand against tasty marine seafood."

"It's not just some squid you can eat like calamari!! It's a living, thinking being, capable of cognition. Your not going to eat the poor thing!"

[Netherspace]

James became quite indignant, bordering on mad. "You want to crack its armor open like a crab? What's wrong with you, you crazy woman? It just wants to meet people....I think....and your talking about eating it!"

"Is that wrong? This thing is really edible you know.. I can cook a luxurious Marine Seafood with his tentacles.. No one can stand against tasty marine seafood."

"Touch me, and you will die."

[Harmonic Empire]

"Is that wrong? This thing is really edible you know.. I can cook a luxurious Marine Seafood with his tentacles.. No one can stand against tasty marine seafood."

"It's not just some squid you can eat like calamari!! It's a living, thinking being, capable of cognition. Your not going to eat the poor thing!"

"Your kind also eat Human, a poor sentient species who cant stand against your kind.."

"Is that wrong? This thing is really edible you know.. I can cook a luxurious Marine Seafood with his tentacles.. No one can stand against tasty marine seafood."

"Touch me, and you will die."

"Yeah sure buddy.. i can resurrect myself later."

[The Raven Technocracy]

"It's not just some squid you can eat like calamari!! It's a living, thinking being, capable of cognition. Your not going to eat the poor thing!"

"Your kind also eat Human, a poor sentient species who cant stand against your kind.."

"Uh, no, we don't. Sometimes soldiers Consume in combat, yes, but that's much rarer than it used to be, typically only following a nuclear strike where the Evolved in question would die if they didn't get more biomass." He frowned. "I've never Consumed anyone."

[Netherspace]

"It's not just some squid you can eat like calamari!! It's a living, thinking being, capable of cognition. Your not going to eat the poor thing!"

"Your kind also eat Human, a poor sentient species who cant stand against your kind.."

"Touch me, and you will die."

"Yeah sure buddy.. i can resurrect myself later."

"Do you think that I cannot stop something like that?"

[Low bloods]

"Your kind also eat Human, a poor sentient species who cant stand against your kind.."



"Yeah sure buddy.. i can resurrect myself later."

"Do you think that I cannot stop something like that?"

"Just devour them, it'll be ironic."

[Harmonic Empire]

"Do you think that I cannot stop something like that?"

"Just devour them, it'll be ironic."

"Yeah thanks for the idea, I can burst his stomach with a titanic punch."

"Your kind also eat Human, a poor sentient species who cant stand against your kind.."



"Yeah sure buddy.. i can resurrect myself later."

"Do you think that I cannot stop something like that?"

"Sure bring it on."

"Your kind also eat Human, a poor sentient species who cant stand against your kind.."

"Uh, no, we don't. Sometimes soldiers Consume in combat, yes, but that's much rarer than it used to be, typically only following a nuclear strike where the Evolved in question would die if they didn't get more biomass." He frowned. "I've never Consumed anyone."

"Havent taste any human meat? what a poor guy.."

[The Raven Technocracy]

James raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you have had Human meat?" He frowned again. "This is a very strange bar, I think I shall retreat to the library."

[Netherspace]

"Just devour them, it'll be ironic."

"Yeah thanks for the idea, I can burst his stomach with a titanic punch."

"Ha! I do not even have a stomach!"