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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 17, 2019 0:50:19 GMT -5
OoC :: i hope this works as a thingy
IC :: Stretching her little arms, Nimul crawled out of the place she had chosen to take a nap. Not quite small enough to call a crack in the wall, but unnoticeable and high enough on the wall that the little creature could go and sleep and nobody could call Nimul out on it, because Nimul was cool like that. Plus, Nimul was sorta see through and it was an off-and-on fade of transparency. So for all she knew they only saw the edge of a tail hanging from the wall but not upper body attached. Which, in prospect didn't make much for hiding.
Point was, the creature hadn't been caught and with droopy eyes she hung to the wall as she crawled down- as to know take the sudden drop she could. For a creature that floats several feet above ground, she can't very well handle heights. Though, it was more of falling than heights- high speeds at any direction caused her species to hurt too badly really. Drooping over now, she sort of started towards the smell of food -cafeteria was good, it fed. Floating around a foot above ground with her tail sort of dragging against the ground.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 0:55:52 GMT -5
Another pause came over the twins as they shared a look, however the small time of silence only lasted a few moments before they both looked back to Umbra, Claudine being the first to speak up. “Just so we’re clear, I’m the competent one, right?” She asked, placing a hand on her chest. “I mean, heh, I created a clone capable of wiping out all existence as we know it, that’s pretty capable,” she continued with a rather smug grin.
Claudius rolled his eyes and elbowed his sister in the side. “Not something to be proud of, Claudine,” he reminded, falling silent for a moment before continuing. “Besides...” he paused for a second. “If you have to ask who’s capable, it’s probably not you,” he told her as he looked back to the scanner, practically feeling the fire coming from Claudine after he had said it.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 0:58:34 GMT -5
He had seen this coming, but even still the twinge of annoyance in his chest caused him to blow out a breath of air. Why had he let himself get involved with creatures outside his species? They were all so absurd; however, he finally came to a conclusion. "I'll be going with you," he directed toward Claudius, padding over to the male with a flick of his tail. Having the ability to create a clone was quite a feat, but all of that intelligence was flushed down the drain when the inventor couldn't even keep her experiment under control.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:03:47 GMT -5
As soon as Umbra clarified, Claudius couldn’t resist grinning over at Claudine for a moment, tipping his head ever so slightly towards her with a smug look crossing over his face. “Told you,” he informed coolly, looking back to the scanner as he gestured for Umbra to follow him. “Come on, we’re looking for someone that looks exactly like Claudine, just...not Claudine,” he explained, stating the obvious as he continued on.
Wow, Claudius was the capable one of the two. That hurt. Oh well, Claudine could really focus on that now when they still had to grab her clone. “Alright Liru, come on, we’ll search over here,” she stated, turning away from her twin and the wolf like creature to start her search of the area.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:04:27 GMT -5
Ensign Vecktombrodra, otherwise known as Alistair, had been stationed at Outpost 427 for approximately three days, seven hours, forty three minutes, sixteen seconds, and eight point three milliseconds. He had a watch that told him so. Some people in the federation had claimed the station to be useless, forgotten even. But if it had been forgotten, would they really have stuck Alistair here? He thought not. It just needed a little more R&R, and that’s what Alistair intended on giving it. The other - rather small - group of federation soldiers didn’t seem to take their jobs as seriously as they should, but that was okay too, Alistair had more than enough energy for the whole lot of them, and he’d show them all...as soon as he was done with his lunch break.
Looking down at the pile of green goo on his plate, Alistair cringed slightly. It sort of looked like it had already been eaten and thrown back up to be eaten by a different person, which honestly, with Outpost 427, that might just be the case. Oh well, it was supposed to be healthy for you, even if it seemed to be lacking any sort of sweet substance to it.
Alistair sighed, sitting down on a table as his long, almost rabbit like ears drooped backwards. “Well, cheers Alistair,” he muttered quietly to himself as he poked his fork into the goo and lifted it up to his mouth to take a bite.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 1:05:05 GMT -5
If either of the two were actually capable they would have already been able to track down this Claudia thing, yet here they were, still chasing after it and now Umbra was wrapped up in all of this mess. Honestly, at this point, going with Claudius felt like the leaser of two evils. As he followed alongside the male, Umbra found himself asking, "Does this Claudia thing smell just as bad as the rest of you? If so I could easily track her down by scent."
Now with the teams decided, Liru turned off and bounded after Claudine, humming ever so softly for a moment. A question then formulated in her mind. "So Claudia looks just like you? But she's not you?" Weren't clones supposed to be, like, the exact same to their original form? Liru didn't know much about clones or cloning, but if what she did know was true then shouldn't Claudia be practically the same as Claudine?
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:05:56 GMT -5
Claudius had put his attention back on the scanner in his hands when Umbra “spoke” to him. “Well, Claudia is Claudine’s clone,” he started, pausing for a second as a smirk flickered across his lips, glancing down at Umbra. “So yes.” Okay maybe that was a little mean, his sister typically smelled alright. Most of the time anyways, but it was hard to resist that comment thrown in. There was something just too enjoyable about teasing his sister.
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Claudine nodded, blue gaze beginning to search across the area. “Yep, looks like me-“ though the last time she had seen her dear clone, Claudia had been experimenting. “Does not act like me,” she continued with a roll of her eyes. “Somehow my clone didn’t get the same amazing brains that I have,” she explained and rubbed her forehead. “Honestly as far as cloning goes, Claudia’s been a pretty big disappointment for me, if I’m being honest.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 1:08:50 GMT -5
Okay, that actually got a chuckle out of the skelolupus. Or what was a chuckle to him - it sounded more like an odd rasping noise in the back of his throat. "Then tracking this thing down shouldn't be hard." Between his sense of smell and Claudius's handy little detector contraption, Claudia was bound to be found soon.
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That was interesting. Liru had been so sure clones were exactly the same, personality and all, but she supposed they weren't. Well, Claudine was saying this Claudia clone looked like her, but that was about it. "How do you clone something?" She then asked, amber eyes sparking with interest. "Can you clone me?" A hop to her steps was added at that question. How cool would it be if she had her own clones? Man, that would be amazing!
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:11:37 GMT -5
Cloning questions, now Claudine could answer these. “Cloning is a very long process, something scientific minds across the galaxy haven’t been able to do as completely as I did,” she bragged with smug grin. Sure, you could clone a plant or an object of some kind, but a perfect human replica of who they were cloned from? That was only Claudine. Even if Claudia wasn’t quite perfect. “I could clone you, but it would take months. Maybe not that long since I did all the hard work already, but until I figure out how to de-parasite my clones, I’m not making any more,” she continued with a small shake of her head.
Nope, cloning was completely out of the question until Claudine could figure out this little bug.
Speaking of parasitic clones, just as Claudine turned a corner, she caught a glimpse of her face. Her eyes met...her eyes for the briefest of seconds before an overwhelming look of fear and shock washed over the other set of light blue eyes and Claudine’s clone took off running. “That’s her!” She shouted as she took off after Claudia. “Get back here, Claudia!” Claudine shouted as the clone ran as fast as she could through the facility, Claudine struggling to keep up.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 17, 2019 1:15:39 GMT -5
OoC :: words
IC :: As the tired creature moved towards the cafeteria, the scent of food awakened her more. She licked her lips, the pointed tongue trailing over her teeth. She entered through the doors and started towards the closest area of food she could find. Clinging onto the a chair at the table and thus grabbing onto the top of the table, she pushed herself up onto it to look at the green goop sitting on a plate.
Of course, she didn't all that much that a person was sitting there obviously going to take a bite of what anyone could assume was his serving of food. In her defense, she liked the goop and there never seemed to be enough of the slurpy green stuff- it was really great when it just slid through her pointed teeth as she sucked in. Ignoring the man sitting there, she reached a hand for a scoop of goop.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 1:20:48 GMT -5
(I'm going to post tomorrow as I'm tired and its like midnight.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 1:24:09 GMT -5
With her not so very bright mind Liru didn’t even take the time to realize just how brilliant Claudine really was. The first person to ever perfect a human clone? Now that was something. That was beyond something, yet Liru hadn’t even honed in on the fact that her newfound friend was an absolute genius. Instead all that mattered to her was the fact that she herself couldn’t be cloned. It was a bummer, a really big one. ”Will you clone me as soon as you can, then?” Asked the young woman. She was already coming up with names for her clone. Maybe something like Liro or Lira or Lirp. Maybe she could go exotic and name her clone something like Lilith. Mmm, nah. That sounded like a name that belonged to some weird cheetah or tiger thing. Nothing against big cats, they were chill.
These thoughts didn’t last long. As soon as Claudine called out that she had spotted her clone, Liru was ready to take action. ”I can get her!” She called out, taking off and chasing after the clone with all her might.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:30:48 GMT -5
(I'm going to post tomorrow as I'm tired and its like midnight.) (Alright Dark, go get some rest, sleeping is important, hope to see you tomorrow! :3)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:32:15 GMT -5
Cloning anyone else wasn’t something Claudine had in mind, if she was being honest. Before she thought about cloning at all, she needed to figure out all of the kinks that were involved. Like fixing Claudia. Though, to spare the girl’s feelings that she wouldn’t be cloned anytime soon, Claudine didn’t answer. Instead she just took off after Claudia, only to stop when Liru took off after her as well. “No, wait! Liru! Don’t touch her!” She called out, hoping the girl was smart enough to listen as she continued to chase after her clone that had picked up a lot of speed, running through the area.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 1:34:26 GMT -5
It would be a lie if Alistair claimed he was enjoying his lunch, however it hadn’t taken him long to get distracted by a strange, alien like creature making a move for his goop.
Was it bad that his first thought had been ”Thank goodness” instead of worried that someone was trying to steal an officer of the law’s lunch? Probably, he just couldn’t help it, he really didn’t want to put that goop into his mouth, who knew what it would do to his body. He worked hard to stay this fit, what if that goop had some sort of affect on him that ruined his body? Or made him sick? Or hurt him mentally, somehow? Just the thought made him shiver.
Though, he should still probably stop the thief before she made off with his food.
So he placed a hand down on the plate to stop it from escaping. “Excuse me, but what are you doing?” He asked as he looked down at the creature with a raised brow.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 4:20:41 GMT -5
Don’t touch her. Don’t touch her. You can do that. Touching Claudia was a death sentence according to her newfound friends. Which was still really sad since it meant the clone would never get to experience an actual hug. That was really, really sad and Liru had to admit that thought put a damper on her mood.
She found herself slowing down in her chase ever so slightly. What could she even do if she caught up to Claudia? She couldn’t touch her or anything so how was she supposed to help bring the clone in to the twins? Unless...unless... Unless she was also immune to the clone’s killer touch. She totally had to be, right? She wasn’t like Claudine or Claudius but she was their friend now so that totally meant she now had some newfound immunity to the runaway clone’s touch. That was totally right. With this in mind Liru picked up her speed again, hoping she could get Claudia. ”Clone girl, wait up! We just want to be friends!”
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 13:18:02 GMT -5
(Its my grandmother's birthday today so I don't know when I can start. Also are aliens a thing in this?)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 14:17:38 GMT -5
(im home now. she got tired and wanted to sleep so im here. i dont know where to start and if aliens are a thing.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 14:37:53 GMT -5
[ hey, dark! anything can be a thing in this role-play. i think essentially all the characters being played right now are "aliens", just not in the stereotypical big-headed gray-skinned way ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 15:10:35 GMT -5
(I actually have an alien race I made a long time ago. I may use it.)
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 17, 2019 15:19:03 GMT -5
[ go for it! ]
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 15:41:56 GMT -5
As he had been at Outpost 427 for a while and away from his home planet Corinthia he had grown impatient waiting for his exile to be over. Corinthia had been one of the fastest growing planets in the star system of Adrenita with it's blue sun however it started becoming over run by pests called Dredibugs which he happily had started killing off so that his fellow Corinthians didn't have to worry about building bigger fences and dealing with them but because he supposedly was being hostile on a planet that didn't believe in war he had been exiled for sixty orbits.
Looking in a shard of mirrored glass he admired his features that were so different from others he had seen here. His skin was metallic silver, his hair was dark blue and felt softer than most human hair and his eyes were like human eyes but the iris was a glowing purple with a black sclera and a white pupil. His features were normal for Corinthians but by the standards of others he was weird. He could see perfectly in the light in dark unlike most. He could run faster and jump higher than most. People saw him as too different which actually hurt. Sighing he looked around at the terrain very bored as no one wanted to talk to him and seemed to avoid him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2019 16:07:56 GMT -5
(if you guys wanna make a Corinthian from the planet Corinthia I can give information on the Corinthians.)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 17, 2019 16:35:01 GMT -5
(I’ll reply soon, I just got back from the vet, also thanks for the offer but I’ve got plenty of my own aliens species up my sleeve, oops, I’m sure the Corinthians are cool though!)
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 18, 2019 0:38:17 GMT -5
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Ahaha..." How long had Graskal been here? He wasn't sure. Time worked weird in different parts of the galaxy, and he wasn't from around this part at all. Long enough for him to get some food (it had color to it! Exciting!) and play some ball.
And he was all out of food.
Ooooo...or maybe...
"Howdy, stranger!" Graskal turned his torso slightly, waving eagerly with his top set of arms, while the bottom set continued to throw the little rubber ball at the wall, only to be smacked back again by a thick, armored tail.
"Why so glum? You lost too? Or...haha! Didja not get enough to eat? I'm sure they have more, right?"
He looked like one of those "humans" that Graskal had heard so much about. They had two hands and two feet, and were sadly tailless. But he was a pretty silver variety. Different colors weren't really a "thing" back on Pandinus, so seeing human variety was just so much fun!
Graskal squinted at this little guy, trying to gather what he could from his features. From what he could tell, though, the kid was human. Yep. Human. They all kind of looked the same to the Skrakzad warrior. And besides, he'd seen weirder.
He thought.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 1:06:39 GMT -5
Thump.Thump.Thump."Ahaha..." How long had Graskal been here? He wasn't sure. Time worked weird in different parts of the galaxy, and he wasn't from around this part at all. Long enough for him to get some food (it had color to it! Exciting!) and play some ball. And he was all out of food. Ooooo...or maybe... "Howdy, stranger!" Graskal turned his torso slightly, waving eagerly with his top set of arms, while the bottom set continued to throw the little rubber ball at the wall, only to be smacked back again by a thick, armored tail. "Why so glum? You lost too? Or...haha! Didja not get enough to eat? I'm sure they have more, right?"He looked like one of those "humans" that Graskal had heard so much about. They had two hands and two feet, and were sadly tailless. But he was a pretty silver variety. Different colors weren't really a "thing" back on Pandinus, so seeing human variety was just so much fun! Graskal squinted at this little guy, trying to gather what he could from his features. From what he could tell, though, the kid was human. Yep. Human. They all kind of looked the same to the Skrakzad warrior. And besides, he'd seen weirder. He thought. The male looked up at the sound of a voice. Someone was actually talking to him? How strange, then again other species were strange but he wasn't one to say so as he was literally silver. "I am not lost and I am not hungry. I was exiled from my planet for sixty orbits." He said flatly before putting the mirror shard into his pocket and crossing his arms when the other male squinted at him. "If you are trying to figure out what I am I can just tell you." He pointed out. "My name is Xenith Argentum. I'm a Corinthian from the planet Corinthia. And yes it's normal for Corinthians to be metallic with glowing eyes. Most Corinthians are gold or silver but some can be bronze, usually we have blue, green, purple or pink eyes with white pupils and black scleras." He explained just easily as if it were spelled out right in front of him. He wasn't a human but he was definitely humanoid. "So who might you be? And what are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 1:07:15 GMT -5
(and yes I'm aware Argent is the French word for Silver. twas on purpose.)
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 1:24:18 GMT -5
(Fun fact but there’s actually a ton of different ways to spell it, but that is the French word for it! Little facts like that are fascinating! :3)
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Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 18, 2019 1:34:27 GMT -5
This caused the Skrakzad to laugh again, hard enough where he forgot to keep up the motion with his tail and the ball. The little rubber ball pinged harmlessly against one arm covered in a heavy, dark gray plate, before rolling across the floor.
"You sound like a docuthought, little Cornthan! Dry and full of facts!" Boomed the towering man, resting his lower hands on his hips, while one of his upper hands rested his chin.
"I'm Graskal no-Qorduk Gara-barr, of the regiment Barrtak." He explained with a grin. "You can just call me Graskal, though." Long names got tiresome, and Graskal didn't have time for that. "I'm a Skrakzad, over from the Sis'ith system. It's a good minute from here. Lot less colorful, though. Did you know the food is green here, Cornthan? It's great!" The Skrakzad extended his tail, stinger first, towards the stranger.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 1:56:17 GMT -5
This caused the Skrakzad to laugh again, hard enough where he forgot to keep up the motion with his tail and the ball. The little rubber ball pinged harmlessly against one arm covered in a heavy, dark gray plate, before rolling across the floor. "You sound like a docuthought, little Cornthan! Dry and full of facts!" Boomed the towering man, resting his lower hands on his hips, while one of his upper hands rested his chin. "I'm Graskal no-Qorduk Gara-barr, of the regiment Barrtak." He explained with a grin. "You can just call me Graskal, though." Long names got tiresome, and Graskal didn't have time for that. "I'm a Skrakzad, over from the Sis'ith system. It's a good minute from here. Lot less colorful, though. Did you know the food is green here, Cornthan? It's great!" The Skrakzad extended his tail, stinger first, towards the stranger. Xenith frowned at the bigger man in armor. "I have a name. Use it. And in case you forgot it's Xenith Argentum." He said before sitting back down on his rock and pulling out the mirror shard. His reflection, the only thing he truly knew was normal on this forsaken moon. Why were some people like this Skrakzad or whatever and others like me but very...fragile and peach colored. "What is your obsession with food Graskal. It means nothing to me. As a Corinthian I only need water and air to live. Food is just a bonus, it's not necessary to my survival." He never looked up from his mirror shard as he spoke, perhaps he was pretending the big brute didn't exist but if he was then he was doing a lousy job because he had just spoke to it. Sure food tasted good but all it did was take up unnecessary space in his body and provide a small boost of energy, he couldn't starve. "Was food the only reason you wished to talk to me?"
(don't mind Xenith Graskal. he's moody from being exiled.)
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