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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 3:50:46 GMT
Well, um..." he thinks. I like to sleep. And bask in the sun. Oh I love venom! Like snake venom, that stuff is so tasty!" he smiles. "Does that help?"
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Post by Wavelength on Apr 27, 2014 4:43:36 GMT
Rocky blinked and stared for a few moments. After a long pause, he shrugged sadly. "Sorry, I got nothin'."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 4:46:31 GMT
"oh, alright. It's okay, I've lived without a name so far." he smiles.
So, Rocky, what is it you do in your life?"
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Post by Wavelength on Apr 27, 2014 6:06:09 GMT
Rocky nearly gagged on his drink. After regaining control of his throat, he tried to come up with an answer. "I, uh... long story short, I break stuff. Preferably before it breaks me and my squad." He gave the changeling a nervous grin, hoping he wouldn't press for details.
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 14:27:19 GMT
um...okay, so like the fallen trees? I wondered how those got like that." he says.
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Post by Wavelength on Apr 27, 2014 17:43:07 GMT
If Rocky had pony ears, they would have drooped. The changeling thought he was a lumberjack... "Actually, those tend to fall on their own usually. They rot after animals scratch at their base too much or some other kind of fungus grows on their trunk. I break... metal stuff. Bad robots. You probably haven't seen any before."
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 17:55:43 GMT
I don't think I have. Or heard of 'robots' before. What kind of bad stuff do they do?"
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Post by Wavelength on Apr 27, 2014 19:11:13 GMT
Rocky looked at the wall nervously. "Well, they, uh... try to break me. I try to break them so that they can't break me. It's a break or be broken world, y'know?" he said, looking at Alfonso in the hopes of getting help.
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 19:49:56 GMT
You mean kill you, right? I know what death is, I'm not stupid." he chuckles.
I spend my free time killing pests. Nobody likes parasites and spiders, so I get rid of them."
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Post by Wavelength on Apr 27, 2014 22:18:58 GMT
"...Oh. Heh. Yeah, basically. Killer robots--we call 'em droids--that the Grand Army of the Republic works hard to destroy. On the battlefield, all that matters is that the other guy's trying to kill you and you gotta not let him, but... it really helps when that enemy's just a factory product. Not every front we face has only droids, though," he said sadly. "I'm sure we've got something a bit more fitting of this cheerful tavern to talk about, though," Rocky hinted.
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 22:36:49 GMT
"Oh, I understand. What kind of places do you go? I'm often either laying low in towns or traversing forests and grassy fields."
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 27, 2014 23:26:24 GMT
Alfonso grinned widely at the mention of forests and fields. "Ah, indeed? Pray tell! Hast thou met nigh and anon, perchance, mine relatives the Breezies, or some other Fae of note in thine travels?"
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Post by Teal Turken on Apr 27, 2014 23:58:39 GMT
Turning his look towards Alfonso, the changeling gives him a curious look.
I might have seen them, but I haven't spoken with any body I saw. They probably didn't notice me." he says. I've seen the Breezies pass by and I've waved to them. Some of them wave back but they're always traveling so I assume they're too busy to stop and chat."
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Post by wanderingmagus on Apr 28, 2014 0:15:55 GMT
The fay lad smiled nostalgically. "Ah, yes, as often is the case. All too many worlds, the coming of industry and Cold Iron brings about the Great Migrations, the final journey of the Faeries far away to their ancient home in the Nevernever. A sad but common tale. But there are also worlds where our kind have been able to integrate with society as well. Which way might mine relatives be moving? Perchance the former, perchance the latter. But be as it may, change comes."
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Post by laserbolt on Apr 28, 2014 0:33:14 GMT
The fay lad smiled nostalgically. " Ah, yes, as often is the case. All too many worlds, the coming of industry and Cold Iron brings about the Great Migrations, the final journey of the Faeries far away to their ancient home in the Nevernever. A sad but common tale. But there are also worlds where our kind have been able to integrate with society as well. Which way might mine relatives be moving? Perchance the former, perchance the latter. But be as it may, change comes." Laserbolt wandered over to the group. "Well, it could always be worse. I've seen worlds where Clockwork - you guys know him, right? Robot god or something like that - I've seen worlds where he's turned every square inch into industrial wasteland. In fact, I've seen places where, without ANY outside tampering, people up and ruin their worlds all by themselves. It's disgusting. I'm glad I live where I do. Equus is beautiful compared to some places out there." |
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