|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 2:08:23 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!” Letting out a slew of Andalaeian curse words, Claudine took off after the other girl, sprinting as fast as she could in an effort to catch up with her. Touching Claudia would lead to nothing but trouble, though to be fair, Claudia as a whole led to nothing but trouble. That was why they had to drag it back home and deal with it. Okay maybe calling Claudia an “it” was kind of harsh, however Claudine had no nice words for her failure of a clone. Finally catching up speed to Liru, Claudine did the first thing that came to mind in an effort to stop her, and then without putting any thought into it, Claudine leapt off her feet and lunged herself at the other girl, trying to grab her and pull her to the ground before they got any closer to Claudia. Finding - and stopping - Claudia was important, but so was making sure no one else got hurt, and that was what Claudine was going to do.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 2:18:08 GMT -5
Further away from all the commotion going on, a trash can wobbled around back and forth in a dark corner of the station. Squeaky, annoyed noises coming from it until finally the trashcan fell over and out crawled a small lizard like creature with a long tail, and large, rabbit shaped ears. Charlamarian shook their head, blinking on the new light, a pile of green goo sitting on top of their head. The tiny creature looked around, flicking it’s large, lightly spotted green tail behind it. “Well, that’s the last time I follow a tartrat down a hole,” they decided with a roll of their eyes, and with large, webbed, paw like arms, Charlamarian reached up and flicked the leftover goo off their head before getting down on all fours and scurrying across the floor.
Finally, they stopped at the sight of a rather familiar face talking to...a silver guy. Well, it was nice to see Graskal branching out and getting to know other people. After all, it was a big station, there were lots of unique and exciting people to meet. If there was anything Outpost 427 was known for, it was for the fact that they weren’t boring. Which, thinking about it, it would’ve probably been either to say that one thing Outpost 427 wasn’t known for, was being boring. But Charlamarian hadn’t thought that far ahead.
Shaking their head, the small creature stood back up on their two back legs and began to walk over towards the two conversing aliens. “Ayyy, Graskal, what’s up, buddy?” They asked as soon as they were close enough, doing a gesture with their hands that seemed vaguely similar to that of finger guns, only...slimier.
|
|
|
Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 18, 2019 2:35:58 GMT -5
The massive lump of muscle retracted his tail, looking vaguely offended for a moment, stony features clouding over. This lasted maybe for a heartbeat, before he pushed it away and returned to a more neutral expression.
"You would not like Skrakarii, then. Desert, most of it. We get our water from other sources." He blinked, first with what appeared to be a clear lense, and then with his actual eyelids, trying to find a way to explain his love for interstellar food.
This attempt was thwarted by the arrival of a small creature that Graskal knew well.
"ARI!" A booming greeting came from the exuberant lizard...insect creature, and he immediately returned the finger-gun gesture with all four hands, before extending one in a fist towards the creature.
"Ari, this is Xenith, he's a...Corn...ithian, I think. We ever seen somethin' like him before? I thought he was a human, first thing."
This caused the Skrakzad to regard Xenith curiously again. "You sure you ain't a human?"
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 2:40:02 GMT -5
She would have for sure kept running if not for the fact that something grabbed on to her. This sudden force caused her to jerk back, a yelp of surprise slipping off her tongue as she stumbled and faltered, almost falling face first onto the ground but actually being able to stop herself from that at least.
For a split second Liru was confused, amber eyes glinting with the emotion until she turned to look over her shoulder, spotting Claudine. "Hey, let me go, we gotta get her! What if she gets away?" What if Claudia left before she could get a hug? Now that was just sad. That was really, really sad.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 12:32:49 GMT -5
Charlamarian tipped their head to the side, studying this...Cori-thing carefully for a few moments before they curled up one of their webbed paws into a fist and connected the space between their fist and Graskal’s. Then, after a moment or so had passed, they moved their small paw back to their person and climbed up the tall, four armed man until they was resting on his shoulder, gripping tightly as they eyed the stranger.
“Oh yeah! I’ve seen one o’ these things before!” Charlamarian confirmed with a quick nod of their head, letting out a small hum. “Not a human but is humanlike, ain’t it? There’s so many o’ those humanoids walking around these days, I miss the days when it was all insects and amphibians,” they continued, sticking their head out a little further to get a better look at the stranger.
Finally, after a pause, a smile slipped across Charlamarian’s vaguely frog like face as they stuck a small, green arm out to the other alien. “Nice to meet you though, I’m Charlamarian, best pilot in the Andrulia system, how ya doin’?” They asked, a smirk on their face as they looked him over.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 12:35:23 GMT -5
(i hate multiple people in one rp scene but i'll deal with it. replying now.)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 12:43:53 GMT -5
Blinking, Claudine took a moment to really think about what she was doing. She had just launched herself at this practical stranger, in hopes of stopping her from reaching Claudia first and touching that utter failure of hers. It was possible that Liru hadn’t been aiming to touch the clone, but Claudine seriously doubted that was the case. However it wasn’t until Liru turned around to look at her that Claudine realized how...weird this was. Especially considering she was clinging to the other girl, slowly sliding down. “Heh,” she started, smiling awkward for a second before she pushed that aside, memory of Claudia coming back full force.
Shaking off the awkwardness, Claudine gave a small shake of her head and glared at Liru. “You were going to touch her, weren’t you? We cant touch Claudia,” Claudine said, stressing out each would slowly, in hopes that this mind it would actually stick with the other girl. Catching Claudia was important, extremely so. But Claudine wasn’t about to put anyone else at risk to do it. She wasn’t that crappy of a person, despite common belief.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 12:44:50 GMT -5
"It's Corinthian. And hello, I'm Xenith Argentum from the planet Corinthia. Pronounced core-in-thee-uh. And yes Corinthians are humanoid aliens but unlike humans we can see in the light and dark perfectly, are faster, stronger and more agile than a human and we have no need for food as we cannot starve. All we need to survive is water and air." Xenith explained before standing and putting the mirror shard in his pocket once more. His dark blue hair seemed to move in the wind even though no wind was present. He seemed irritated to be bothered and he guessed he never was really upset when others didn't talk with him because he preferred his lonesome, he was not a team player.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 12:45:10 GMT -5
(i hate multiple people in one rp scene but i'll deal with it. replying now.) (I’m sorry, it is a group roleplay but if you hate it that much, I can pretend Charlamarian never came in? I’m excited to use them, but if you hate it that much, I can take them out?)
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 12:51:36 GMT -5
(no its fine. i just struggle with them because i never know when to reply. its good practice though.)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 12:54:32 GMT -5
(We can get a system going? You reply, Actor reply, then I reply? That way it’s that hard to keep up with!)
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 12:56:49 GMT -5
(i like the idea. thank you for understanding 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖)
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 13:22:42 GMT -5
None of this bothered Liru. Physical touch wasn't something she had a problem with, and in fact, she loved it. She loved physical contact like hugs and having somebody near. She wasn't very good with being alone and not having somebody with her, which was nice since she had Umbra as a constant in her life considering sometimes she didn't have anybody to be with. There was always Umbra though, the skelolupus always there even if he always grumbled on about how he hated everything and couldn't wait for something to happen to Liru so that he'd be left alone once more.
Thought aside, Liru focused on listening to what Claudine had to say. "What if I'm immune to her, too?" The girl asked in a curious manner, nothing about her words harsh or accusing. "Maybe there's a chance that I am, then I can help with catching her a lot more than just running after her. Besides, what if she just needs a hug to calm down? Hugs always make people happier." Okay, maybe not always, but in Liru's mind they did, that was the purpose of a hug after all - happiness.
|
|
|
Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 18, 2019 13:33:18 GMT -5
"Seems like that would be borin'." Graskal rested his head on the tip of his tail, scratching his chin thoughtfully with it. "What do ya do, if you don't hunt or gather food or nothin'? Just sit there and drink water? What happens if the air's polluted?" It seemed like a dull existence, without the thrill of chasing down prey, and feeling full by just existing. Truth be told, the Skrakzad actually liked being hungry from time to time. It gave him an excuse to chase something down, to grapple with prey and bring it down. "Whatcha think, Ari? Could you eat air?"
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 13:51:46 GMT -5
Not letting go of the other girl quite yet, Claudine sent her another glare. “You are not immune, no one besides myself and Claudius has ever been immune before and I’m not about to start taking chances and seeing who is and who isn’t immune when there is a 99.9% that you are not immune,” Claudine told her sternly, holding her glare for a bit longer before she actually continued, eyes trailing off to watch as a familiar girl disappeared from sight. “Claudia knows we’re here now, she knows that we’re after her,” Claudine explained, frowning. “She might be stupid but she’s not a total idiot, she’s gonna try to leave as soon as possible, which means we know where she’s going next,” Claudine continued, finally getting off the other girl and dusting off her clothes. “If I’m right, which I’m pretty sure that I am, Claudia’s gonna head for the docking port, so that’s where we should go next.”
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 14:01:47 GMT -5
Charlamarian raised a nonexistent brow at Xenith. As an Andalian, Charlamarian wasn’t one for keeping thoughts to themself. Sometimes they just came out without Charlamarian wanting them to. It was a bad habit that they really needed to work on, especially considering how often their “talk without thinking” method had gotten them into quite a lot of trouble before.
However despite that, Charlamarian couldn’t quite seem to resist speaking their mind again. “You never answered my question,” they stated flatly. “I asked how you were doin’, not for a list of what you are,” they explained with a curious glint sparkling in their dark stormy blue eyes. “I dunno, maybe its a cultural thing, but typically back on my planet, when you ask someone how they’re doin’, they tell ya...well they tell ya how they’re doin’, does that mean something different on your planet?” Charlamarian asked, adjusting their position on Graskal’s shoulder to sit down and gently stroke their chin with their paw. “Interestin’...” they trailed off for a second, falling quiet as Graskal spoke up.
Glancing at their buddy, Charlamarian tipped their head to the side again, letting out a soft hum before they stood back up on Graskal’s shoulder, opened their toothless mouth as wide as possible and took a large gulp of the “air” around them, swallowing it down. “Mmm, tastes like nothing,” they commented with a casual shrug.
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2019 15:08:46 GMT -5
"Corinthia is a peaceful planet that does not believe in war or violence. If we wanted to eat we would eat food that grows from the planet not from the animals that live on it. Hunting is forbidden on my planet as we are close to the animals. We help them and they help us." Xenith said as if it were obvious, however it wasn't entirely as these others have never been to his planet. "And I am doing horrible. I was exiled from my planet for sixty orbits because I was killing the worst problem my planet has ever faced. Dredibugs have been terrorizing my planet since I was born and personally everyone wants them gone but no one had the guts to do anything about it."
|
|
|
Post by Headphone Actor on Jan 18, 2019 15:52:08 GMT -5
Ari's antics made the reptilian man crack a toothy smile, exposing long fangs. "Right, right. Air don't taste like nothin'." He agreed, before turning his attention to the tiny blue man.
"Why didn't ya just kill the people telling you not to kill them?" This puzzled him. Mutiny was bad, but so was allowing the plague of these bug things grow worse. "Sounds like your planet needs to man up -- it's kill or be killed!" And Graskal would be damned if he just got offed by a bug.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 15:57:52 GMT -5
Letting out a dramatic yawn like sigh, Charlamarian stretch their legs out until they had plopped down on their stomach, on Graskal’s shoulder. They tipped their head to the side, watching Xenith for a few moments. “So you were exiled for...doing what they wanted to be done? Yeah alright, doesn’t make sense to me, but maybe that’s how things work for you,” they decided simply, giving a shrug of their shoulders as if to show how little it really bothered Charlamarian. Things outside of their own life didn’t tent to mean much to them, and they were Andalian enough to admit it. “Why did you decide to come here though? I mean, 427 is the toilet of all federation outposts, there’s gotta be a better place to go than here, right?” They asked, unable to stop the questions from spilling out of their mouth. It all just seemed odd to them. But then again, who were they to judge? They slept in a trashcan.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 16:58:37 GMT -5
That made sense. It made sense that only Claudine and Claudius would be immune, they shared DNA with Claudia. Well, Claudius shared DNA with her, Claudine was just literally...her...but not her...but also her...but also not. Yeah, it was confusing and Liru was going to stop right there before she really got herself into a doozy. Doozies weren't fun. Well, they could be actually, but not this kind of doozy. "What can I do to at least get you to try and let me touch her?" The idiotic girl asked, quite stern in her beliefs that maybe, just maybe, she was in that .1% ranking of immunity.
Then an idea came to her. A really dumb one.
Amber eyes lighting up with the idea, Liru took a few steps back away from Claudine and then, with a dramatic motion of sticking a leg in the air, placed it back down on the ground all stretched out and directed right toward the other girl as she gave some sort of really weird wink and clicking noise. "Can I touch her now? Or, well, after we catch up to her again." Because, yes, sticking her leggy out was totally going to get her free-touching access to Claudia.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 17:27:01 GMT -5
Was...was Liru sticking her leg out and winking at her? Claudine froze in her spot, nose crinkling as she tried to process what was happening. This seemed like one of those times that if this was a cartoon, there would be that jazzy flirty music playing in the background even though there wasn’t really anything attractive about Liru awkwardly stomping and stretching her leg out at Claudine.
Even still, it was enough to faze the other girl, everything coming to a stop as she tried to figure out what had just happened, and even more importantly, why it had happened in the first place.
Finally snapping out of it, Claudine blinked and shook her head. “What? No! Did you just...I’m not even sure what you just did but I’m still not letting you touch Claudia, it would literally kill you,” Claudine told her pointedly, rolling her eyes as she reached out to grab Liru by the wrist, tugging on her lightly. “Come on, let’s go to the docking port, I’ll contact Claudius and tell him to meet us there later,” she told him and gestured her head in the general direction of the docks.
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 18:40:14 GMT -5
So apparently that didn’t work. Which really sucked. Usually people fell for the leggy thing - Liru had some nice leggies, made for good running and stretching. They would also make for good eating, or maybe not. If anything her legs would potentially make some weird leg-jerky making bug happy. But she wasn’t stretching her leg out to be tossed into a dehydrated and called jerky, no she was trying to persuade Claudine into letting her touch the runaway clone. Liru was determined to do that. She was going to touch the clone if it was the last thing she ever did.
As she was tugged by the wrist and pulled along, the girl decided she could at least explain herself a bit. ”See, I was trying to seduce you so that I could hug your clone. There’s no way touching her would kill me, not when I’ve touched you and I’m still alive.” She glanced down at the other girl’s hand that was currently around her wrist. ”You’re touching me now and I’m not dead.” That was perhaps he most solid argument Liru would ever make, but that didn’t make it any less dumb, that was for sure.
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 20:17:49 GMT -5
(So I’ll reply soon but I drew some characters and figured I might as well show y’all)
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 20:19:38 GMT -5
[ !!! THE!!!! GOODS !!! LOOK AT THAT ART LOOK AT IT ]
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 22:38:41 GMT -5
(And more art because why not)
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 23:07:17 GMT -5
[ BEST CHILD MY PANTSLESS HEATHEN CHILD ]
|
|
Lesbian
#ECF7F7
Name Colour
Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
unofficial chicken whisperer
|
Post by Feathertalon on Jan 18, 2019 23:10:19 GMT -5
hi i also did some art, it's gross and of a bad bad boy i present to u umbra the bad
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 18, 2019 23:21:57 GMT -5
(UMBRA, THE BEST BOY)
|
|
|
Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 20, 2019 13:58:57 GMT -5
So apparently that didn’t work. Which really sucked. Usually people fell for the leggy thing - Liru had some nice leggies, made for good running and stretching. They would also make for good eating, or maybe not. If anything her legs would potentially make some weird leg-jerky making bug happy. But she wasn’t stretching her leg out to be tossed into a dehydrated and called jerky, no she was trying to persuade Claudine into letting her touch the runaway clone. Liru was determined to do that. She was going to touch the clone if it was the last thing she ever did. As she was tugged by the wrist and pulled along, the girl decided she could at least explain herself a bit. ”See, I was trying to seduce you so that I could hug your clone. There’s no way touching her would kill me, not when I’ve touched you and I’m still alive.” She glanced down at the other girl’s hand that was currently around her wrist. ”You’re touching me now and I’m not dead.” That was perhaps he most solid argument Liru would ever make, but that didn’t make it any less dumb, that was for sure. Claudine froze when Liru finally explained her...extremely weird tactic. Her brow raised as she looked at the other girl, a look of both disbelief and confusion obvious on her face. Finally she seemed to shake it off and blinked. “What?” Claudine asked, a silence filling in the space afterwards until she continued, giving a shake of her head. “Seduce me? Well, good luck there, you couldn’t seduce a Grognal in heat with that weird leg move,” she retorted rudely, rolling her eyes. Moving on to the rest of Liru’s response, Claudine continued to tug her in the right direction. “I can touch you because I’m not a parasitic clone,” Claudine replied gruffly. “She’s not bad to touch because she’s my clone, she’s bad to touch because something went wrong in her design and I don’t know what,” she continued as if it was obvious. “That is why you cannot touch her.”
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2019 17:25:01 GMT -5
(I probably wont be on for a while. Going through some stuff.)
|
|