Post by Oolong on Oct 13, 2019 22:05:39 GMT -5
AYAKON10/02/2019
Cell reacted to the beak touch much like a dog facing its first boop. Mild confusion but not unenjoyment.
At her announcement of the landing time, the Cell pressed its face up against the window, like a child’s first trip to Disneyland. It caught sight of shapes and movement, colors and objects it had never seen before. Its beak wasn’t exactly malleable, so there was an unusual clinking sound every few moments when it shifted direction. “Ten miles is far enough away? Hundred and seventy six football fields. One tenth of the way to fall down at your door…” Cell asked. “The ship is small. Little tugboat. Toot. And good friend Jutters is very smart. Knows what it’s doing. Skilled Jutters. Skitters. Jutters is coming to the Cell hunt? Might get ugly. We don’t eat with our mouth. Beak’s just for show. And clamp.” Clamp clamp.
“We do eat every part of the food though. Finish our plate. Wash the dishes. But… Not the clothes. That’s like eating the napkin. We are more civilized than that.”
yarru10/04/2019
I WILL CLOAK THE VESSEL ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION...
Juturna assured him. Ten miles away from any civilization would be fine. They weren’t exactly air born yet, space ships or airplanes. There was some ki control accessed here, but flight was still uncommon. The sound of her landing would be erased after five miles to the sharpest of ears, and there would be nothing in the sky for them to follow with their eyes.
She didn’t miss the cultural reference, and thought again on Cell’s insides and all the people there. He said his plan was to go to Earth, so it was likely the creature himself had been there before, or one or more of the beings inside him had. Without a stable connection, her drones and chassis moved on without her. Their memories were downloaded again when the connection was reestablished. She could imagine how jarring that might be for someone without her processing power. Even her humanoid chassis only had enough power to hold a limited amount of information before she slowed down to an unacceptable rate. Cell was unique, and somehow managed to function in his own way, which she would not call slow.
He went on to explain how he ate. Not with his mouth, the next more viable option was the suction-like tail. She had thought it more like a scorpion’s, with a more malleable tip, but looking at it with more data she was left with more questions. Did it pierce and then suck them in from the inside out? It would make sense to how he didn’t end up with their clothes.
MY FORMER CAPTAIN HAD A HABIT OF MAKING THINGS UGLY...
AND MESSY...
BUT THIS VESSEL DOES NOT HAVE CARPETS TO STAIN~...
Mister Cass was always, always, with the blood. Without carefully crafted insides to mess up, she was not worried.
AYAKONLast Monday at 12:35 AM
Just about as soon as it had been deemed safe to disembark, Cell showed off its tremendous speed as it left the ship and dove into a copse of trees. Its movements were swift and deliberate, and it seemed as though it had already caught the scent of something. As it continued the rate of its movement, it grabbed onto the small spider-ling and held it firm on his shoulder, ensuring it wouldn’t be flung off by a sharp turn or speedy dash.
It was within a matter of minutes that the pair found themselves clinging to the side of a tree, hanging over a couple that seemed to be in the middle of an argument. Their language was aggressive and his stance was posturing. She was closer to the tree, defensive and clearly looking for a way to not be trapped between him and the woods. She wore what appeared to be garb appropriate for a summer stroll, albeit a bit more revealing than normal. And he was wearing a business suit save the jacket which hung over his arm, properly folded.
Looking several yards away was a picnic basket, a lovely wool blanket, a purse and a briefcase. The time of day included everything came together in a way that clearly indicated that this was probably a rare lunch between a couple that had somehow gone awry. Cell looked between them. Its eyes darted back and forth at a rate that indicated scanning or loading. Intelligence. Determination. Resourcefulness. Charisma. Muscle and something… else. Finally, it made one more analysis before its attack.
She would scream louder.
The creature dropped down onto her, slamming her into the ground and jammed its tail into her. She was gone in an instant. Meanwhile it reached out and grabbed the man. His eyes were wide and bulging. The Cell had a firm grip around his throat. It opened its mouth, four pointed teeth nearing the squirming man’s head.
So he didn’t see the tail strike him in the back. Like a miniaturized black hole forming at the base of his spine, he was sucked in leaving only a wrinkled business suit that hit the ground in a clump. Cell froze for a moment following the double meal. Its body wracked as though it was seizing, “Yyyyyou should have told me when you found out! Then we could have dddddone something!” It said in a voice clearly not its own. It released the spider-ling for grabbing its own skull.
“Done what? Whyyyyy can’t you just be happy for us?” The clearly female voice retorted, “This is supposed to be hhhhhhaaappy!”
“Happy?” The male voice responded, “I’m mmmmmarried, Clara. There’s no hhhhhhappy here!”
The Cell clenched its skull until purple blood streaked down. The blood streaks cleared themselves in an instant and it released. “They did not want to go down. But in the end…” It took a deep breath. “Everyone joins the Cell.”
yarruLast Wednesday at 2:28 PM
The small spider latched comfortably onto Cell’s shoulder, using the crevasse of his sectioned breast plate and shoulders. It calculated the creature’s speed, and captured the way he moved to gauge how much faster he could probably go when pressed. He didn’t have the same watery movements as Mister Cass did before he jettisoned faster than most could even see. Cell’s movements were more like a predator, precise and angled, discreet but powerful. His hand rose to protect the spider which was eased her controls on clinging and allowed her to scan things more thoroughly.
Her scouting systems picked up the potential targets a ways away. They were weak, similar to basic human strength, and it was possible Cell would skip them for something more appetizing. When he slowed just a little, she focused her processors properly on the pair. The calculations flooded through what could and statistically would happen, but she let the probabilities go when the spider felt the slight tensing in his muscles that came before springing forward.
Juturna wasn’t evil by nature, or at least she didn’t think she was. She didn’t take and pleasure out of killing like Mister Cass did, though she had done so once before in order to save a timeline. What did they call that? Necessary evil? It didn’t sit with her right afterwards, which Mister Cass would say was an indicator she was not a cold hearted monster. If she needed to kill she would, but it was not in her nature to take other sentient life.
And yet...For Mister Cass, and for Cell, it was like watching nature in action. A good person by Mister Cass’ definitions would try and stop the murder and mayhem but Juturna was not a person. She did not believe that the decisions people made around her involved her directly. She was a spectator, and whatever people wanted to be they would be. Even if Cell didn’t need to eat, she would condone his behavior even if she would never mimic it herself. It was how he chose to live.
His childlike wonder and quick affection to her did make her wonder if Cell would still eat people if he didn’t have to. He didn’t seem all that evil either, no more so than Kelly or Sally, who were so violent by nature to anyone but their kin. Dragons were vicious, and hungry, not evil.
What happened next however was more fascinating than the philosophical details of the carnage. The way Cell actually ate was interesting enough to watch, but the process that came afterward was somewhat thrilling, like seeing a spiritual medium possessed by multiple ghosts at once. Right before her within Cell, the final moments of their lives were replayed as if they were still there. Perhaps they were.
IS IT PAINFUL?...
the screen projected when his breathing calmed. He had hurt himself in the process, but was it because he already hurt or because it was just that overwhelming to hold onto himself when overflowed with all that new data? The blood had streamed so freely had already faded, and with only the clothes left of Cell’s targets it was almost as if they were the ones there on the picnic and nothing violent happened at all.
Juturna (Combat, TL): 875
Cell (Combat, TL, Champ II): 678
Cell reacted to the beak touch much like a dog facing its first boop. Mild confusion but not unenjoyment.
At her announcement of the landing time, the Cell pressed its face up against the window, like a child’s first trip to Disneyland. It caught sight of shapes and movement, colors and objects it had never seen before. Its beak wasn’t exactly malleable, so there was an unusual clinking sound every few moments when it shifted direction. “Ten miles is far enough away? Hundred and seventy six football fields. One tenth of the way to fall down at your door…” Cell asked. “The ship is small. Little tugboat. Toot. And good friend Jutters is very smart. Knows what it’s doing. Skilled Jutters. Skitters. Jutters is coming to the Cell hunt? Might get ugly. We don’t eat with our mouth. Beak’s just for show. And clamp.” Clamp clamp.
“We do eat every part of the food though. Finish our plate. Wash the dishes. But… Not the clothes. That’s like eating the napkin. We are more civilized than that.”
yarru10/04/2019
I WILL CLOAK THE VESSEL ON THE SIDE OF CAUTION...
Juturna assured him. Ten miles away from any civilization would be fine. They weren’t exactly air born yet, space ships or airplanes. There was some ki control accessed here, but flight was still uncommon. The sound of her landing would be erased after five miles to the sharpest of ears, and there would be nothing in the sky for them to follow with their eyes.
She didn’t miss the cultural reference, and thought again on Cell’s insides and all the people there. He said his plan was to go to Earth, so it was likely the creature himself had been there before, or one or more of the beings inside him had. Without a stable connection, her drones and chassis moved on without her. Their memories were downloaded again when the connection was reestablished. She could imagine how jarring that might be for someone without her processing power. Even her humanoid chassis only had enough power to hold a limited amount of information before she slowed down to an unacceptable rate. Cell was unique, and somehow managed to function in his own way, which she would not call slow.
He went on to explain how he ate. Not with his mouth, the next more viable option was the suction-like tail. She had thought it more like a scorpion’s, with a more malleable tip, but looking at it with more data she was left with more questions. Did it pierce and then suck them in from the inside out? It would make sense to how he didn’t end up with their clothes.
MY FORMER CAPTAIN HAD A HABIT OF MAKING THINGS UGLY...
AND MESSY...
BUT THIS VESSEL DOES NOT HAVE CARPETS TO STAIN~...
Mister Cass was always, always, with the blood. Without carefully crafted insides to mess up, she was not worried.
AYAKONLast Monday at 12:35 AM
Just about as soon as it had been deemed safe to disembark, Cell showed off its tremendous speed as it left the ship and dove into a copse of trees. Its movements were swift and deliberate, and it seemed as though it had already caught the scent of something. As it continued the rate of its movement, it grabbed onto the small spider-ling and held it firm on his shoulder, ensuring it wouldn’t be flung off by a sharp turn or speedy dash.
It was within a matter of minutes that the pair found themselves clinging to the side of a tree, hanging over a couple that seemed to be in the middle of an argument. Their language was aggressive and his stance was posturing. She was closer to the tree, defensive and clearly looking for a way to not be trapped between him and the woods. She wore what appeared to be garb appropriate for a summer stroll, albeit a bit more revealing than normal. And he was wearing a business suit save the jacket which hung over his arm, properly folded.
Looking several yards away was a picnic basket, a lovely wool blanket, a purse and a briefcase. The time of day included everything came together in a way that clearly indicated that this was probably a rare lunch between a couple that had somehow gone awry. Cell looked between them. Its eyes darted back and forth at a rate that indicated scanning or loading. Intelligence. Determination. Resourcefulness. Charisma. Muscle and something… else. Finally, it made one more analysis before its attack.
She would scream louder.
The creature dropped down onto her, slamming her into the ground and jammed its tail into her. She was gone in an instant. Meanwhile it reached out and grabbed the man. His eyes were wide and bulging. The Cell had a firm grip around his throat. It opened its mouth, four pointed teeth nearing the squirming man’s head.
So he didn’t see the tail strike him in the back. Like a miniaturized black hole forming at the base of his spine, he was sucked in leaving only a wrinkled business suit that hit the ground in a clump. Cell froze for a moment following the double meal. Its body wracked as though it was seizing, “Yyyyyou should have told me when you found out! Then we could have dddddone something!” It said in a voice clearly not its own. It released the spider-ling for grabbing its own skull.
“Done what? Whyyyyy can’t you just be happy for us?” The clearly female voice retorted, “This is supposed to be hhhhhhaaappy!”
“Happy?” The male voice responded, “I’m mmmmmarried, Clara. There’s no hhhhhhappy here!”
The Cell clenched its skull until purple blood streaked down. The blood streaks cleared themselves in an instant and it released. “They did not want to go down. But in the end…” It took a deep breath. “Everyone joins the Cell.”
yarruLast Wednesday at 2:28 PM
The small spider latched comfortably onto Cell’s shoulder, using the crevasse of his sectioned breast plate and shoulders. It calculated the creature’s speed, and captured the way he moved to gauge how much faster he could probably go when pressed. He didn’t have the same watery movements as Mister Cass did before he jettisoned faster than most could even see. Cell’s movements were more like a predator, precise and angled, discreet but powerful. His hand rose to protect the spider which was eased her controls on clinging and allowed her to scan things more thoroughly.
Her scouting systems picked up the potential targets a ways away. They were weak, similar to basic human strength, and it was possible Cell would skip them for something more appetizing. When he slowed just a little, she focused her processors properly on the pair. The calculations flooded through what could and statistically would happen, but she let the probabilities go when the spider felt the slight tensing in his muscles that came before springing forward.
Juturna wasn’t evil by nature, or at least she didn’t think she was. She didn’t take and pleasure out of killing like Mister Cass did, though she had done so once before in order to save a timeline. What did they call that? Necessary evil? It didn’t sit with her right afterwards, which Mister Cass would say was an indicator she was not a cold hearted monster. If she needed to kill she would, but it was not in her nature to take other sentient life.
And yet...For Mister Cass, and for Cell, it was like watching nature in action. A good person by Mister Cass’ definitions would try and stop the murder and mayhem but Juturna was not a person. She did not believe that the decisions people made around her involved her directly. She was a spectator, and whatever people wanted to be they would be. Even if Cell didn’t need to eat, she would condone his behavior even if she would never mimic it herself. It was how he chose to live.
His childlike wonder and quick affection to her did make her wonder if Cell would still eat people if he didn’t have to. He didn’t seem all that evil either, no more so than Kelly or Sally, who were so violent by nature to anyone but their kin. Dragons were vicious, and hungry, not evil.
What happened next however was more fascinating than the philosophical details of the carnage. The way Cell actually ate was interesting enough to watch, but the process that came afterward was somewhat thrilling, like seeing a spiritual medium possessed by multiple ghosts at once. Right before her within Cell, the final moments of their lives were replayed as if they were still there. Perhaps they were.
IS IT PAINFUL?...
the screen projected when his breathing calmed. He had hurt himself in the process, but was it because he already hurt or because it was just that overwhelming to hold onto himself when overflowed with all that new data? The blood had streamed so freely had already faded, and with only the clothes left of Cell’s targets it was almost as if they were the ones there on the picnic and nothing violent happened at all.
Juturna (Combat, TL): 875
Cell (Combat, TL, Champ II): 678