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by Swith Witherward » Thu Aug 20, 2015 1:33 am
★ Madhouse ★
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Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Highfort » Thu Aug 20, 2015 2:05 am
by Mincaldenteans » Thu Aug 20, 2015 7:59 am
by The Carlisle » Thu Aug 20, 2015 9:24 am
by Cerillium » Sat Aug 22, 2015 10:53 am
Esternial wrote:Turning his head towards the sound of Mia's voice, Zed remained quiet at first. During his moment of mental acuity, he felt exposed, an otherwise unknown sensation of self-consciousness about the scars that ran across his upper body like roads on a map. Then Mia spoke again.
"Don't think I'd mind one. Just about done 'ere." He responded, checking one last time if he hadn't forgotten to put anything back in place, especially the plating. The internal intricacies of his arm did not tolerate much, and required a far amount of protection - first and foremost from the sand and dirt Rigel Three had so much of. With a heavy thud his armor and coat landed on the ground. Zed followed shortly after.
Though most of upper body was scarred enough to draw anyone's attention, it was his arm - the one that was still flesh and blood - that drew the most. It was surprisingly pristine, with only a few scars here and there - about as much as you'd expect on any vagabond. What actually stood out more than that, at least upon closer inspection, was a faint difference in pigmentation of his arm compared to the rest of his torso, separated by a border of scar tissue that trailed across his skin like a like a bangle around the boundary where his humerus ended and his shoulder began.
Considering he was still wearing his mask, even Zed realized it made him look like a Psycho - more than usual - with his exposed torso, missing only a sufficiently crude weapon and an ample repertoire of profanity to complete the picture.
"How rude of me, this ain't decent lookin' at all." Zed muttered, reaching for his body armor on the ground and snapping it back on before donning the heavy coat. Despite its appearance, the fabric was quite suitable for desert weather, whatever it was.
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Monfrox » Sat Aug 22, 2015 6:31 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Mincaldenteans » Sat Aug 22, 2015 7:10 pm
Monfrox wrote:Orera's eyes widened, but her bill was blocking her view from them. Qualifications? She could accurately put rounds through targets at over 100 meters. She could lob grenades into a second story window on the first try. She could hold her own in a hand-to-hand fight and come out with a few bruises and scrapes for her troubles. But surely, Willis expected this of an ex-PMC operative. So, what else could she do?
"I can...c-cook. And I-I have experience...in farming and g-gardening."
If need be, she could tell Devine about the military experience, but she still wasn't sure about that. She didn't want to fight anymore if she didn't have to, which is why she didn't list those onto that. Besides, if Devine doubted her, Willis would be able to set him straight about her fighting skills. Just because she didn't want to fight, didn't mean she couldn't, as she proved in that bar.
by Monfrox » Sat Aug 22, 2015 8:06 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Mincaldenteans » Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:07 pm
by Swith Witherward » Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:48 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Chedastan » Sat Aug 22, 2015 11:25 pm
by Highfort » Sun Aug 23, 2015 12:07 am
by Mincaldenteans » Sun Aug 23, 2015 12:42 am
by Esternial » Sun Aug 23, 2015 8:37 am
Cerillium wrote:Mia smiled at the strange man's acceptance of her offer. A heavy thud drew her eyes towards Zed once more, and her heart skipped a beat at thought of him falling off the rig and snapping a leg. But no, he was only casting down his gear. Relieved, she fetched two glasses from their padded slots amid the cooling coils. The bowls clinked together as she filled them from the tap, but her eyes were on Zed.
The exposed patchwork skin and deadly limb gave Mia reason to pause. Was he maniacally grinning under his mask, perhaps anticipating latching on and pushing a 100 milliamps through her heart to tip it into fibrillation? A grin flickered across her lips. We all die sometime, right?
She failed to notice the odd arm until he stooped to retrieve his body armor. Mia kicked herself over a squandered research opportunity. Perhaps there was a way to get him naked again? Of course, he was a member of the group ergo it would be incredibly rude to knock him senseless just to study him. She supposed the engineer's hooch quickly cooling her fingertips wouldn't cause him much of a wallop. And then Mia considered the embarrassment she caused her brother to endure, and the fact that her nefarious plans usually resulted in more tomfoolery than was necessary. The tech-head handed a glass to Zed and pulled a folding lawn chair from a side compartment for him to sit on. She unfolded her chair beside it.
"Alright, Doctor, I have a question for you," she began gingerly, her fingertip nervously tapping the glass and sending minute ripples through the hooch. "The fact is, I find you captivating, but for reasons you might not expect."
Mia turned her head to better see the man. "Everything about you screams Blacklight to me, even if you want to say you've never heard of them. Oh, laugh if you want. Blacklight's experiments with alien artifacts seem three parts conspiracy theory and one part fact. But I look at your arm and I can't help by wonder if you are one of theirs. And if so, has Blacklight found a way to merge machine with man, including nerves? Because I'd dearly like to get my hands on that technology."
The corner of the tech-head's top lip pulled back and quivered as she fought back bitter emotions. She was tired of chasing ghosts in the desert. Empty leads, cruel tricks, and nothing substantial ever gained. Defeated by the day's events, Mia lowered her lip and glass, and stared into Zed's gas mask's lenses.
"You see, my mother suffers from Refsum disease. It's a very rare lipid metabolism disorder, but it causes degenerative nerve disease and ataxia. Too much phytanic acid accumulates in the plasma and tissues. The progression is staved off by diet, but what's left is a woman whose every movement causes excruciating pain." Her brow furrowed as she attempted to convey her idea in a way that didn't sound too insane. "I want to create a secondary neural network for her, a device that interfaces with her spinal cord to process signals and control involuntary movements, to help her, to give her back her life. So please, Doctor, tell me if such a thing is possible. Or tell me that I'm barking at the wind. I just don't know anymore."
She looked away, preferring to lean back in the chair in order to better appreciate the sun sinking below the tropical ring that surrounded the oasis. Her free hand tugged loose the aviator cap and goggles covering her braided, honey-brown hair.
"Go ahead and laugh, Doctor. They say it's the best medicine," she ventured before sipped her brew. The sharp alcohol seared the sensitive tissues lining her mouth and throat, and the fumes packed a heavy punch to her sinus cavity.
"Baws," she rasped as she slapped the wilted cap against her thigh, "I forgot the paper umbrellas and olives."
by Swith Witherward » Sun Aug 23, 2015 11:38 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Pan Asian Amercian Coalition » Mon Aug 24, 2015 2:04 am
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by Highfort » Wed Aug 26, 2015 12:36 am
by Ayreonia » Wed Aug 26, 2015 11:58 am
Swith Witherward wrote:"I'm not at all impressed by her so far," the Rom blandly retorted, "I've never heard of her, and my network is extensive..."
"I have every right to select my scouting team. I explained my reasons in a professionally polite fashion, and apologized in advance should she not understand my reasoning."
by Monfrox » Thu Aug 27, 2015 2:34 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Cerillium » Fri Aug 28, 2015 9:29 am
I wear teal, blue & pink for Swith
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears, and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination.
by Swith Witherward » Sat Aug 29, 2015 10:51 pm
★ Madhouse ★
Role Play
& Writers Group
Anti-intellectual elitism: the dismissal of science, the arts,
and humanities and their replacement by entertainment,
self-righteousness, ignorance, and deliberate gullibility. - sauce
by Chedastan » Sun Aug 30, 2015 9:46 am
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