Nox Aeterna
Accepted Character
Posts: 2
Full Name: Nox Aeterna
Species: Kest
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Sheilen
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 140 pounds
OOC Name: Indie
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Post by Nox Aeterna on Feb 12, 2014 7:12:51 GMT
So cold. So gray. Dark, besides the unfamiliar electrical lights lining the cracked tar streets. Why were the boxes so tall? Who would build such things? And on the surface of all places. There were windows - evenly square and made of glass. There were thick black threads stretched across metal poles that rose high above her and Nox wondered if they were for transportation. Crawl above the ground to avoid the beasties, yes? The concept of electricity harnessed for use by organisms was entirely new to her. Back home, the power was purely biological, a network of bacteria that provided energy for the Kest. It was a symbiotic relationship; both organisms realized through millennia of evolution that it was in their best interest to work together.
But enough of that. It was gone from Nox, a simple memory from last night before she woke up in a civilization terribly foreign to her. She looked up. What was that white disc in the sky? Is that what the moon looks like? it was different than the moon in her dreams. It wasn't blue. It was smaller than she imagined. Nevertheless, it was impressive.
But that wasn't important either. At least not for her survival. She didn't know where she was and the fear hit her like a boulder. She found herself on a street corner, turning around in a circle in order to see all her surroundings. She could run. Maybe she could hide. Maybe there was a cave nearby. The thought hit her to fade, but she immediately pushed that idea out of her mind. She was already unaware of any potential danger she may be in. No need to escalate it by messing with the spirit world. She stood there like a deer in headlights. Actual headlights. Strange vessels sped past, each with yellow lights blazing like suns on their fronts, flashing red lights on their backs upon passing her. There were people inside of them. Nox very unwisely ventured out into the street. The vessels screeched as they swerved around her. Sometimes they honked at her. How rude. She felt as entitled to walk on the tar pathways as the vessels. And now she really was in danger. People were getting mad. They were gesturing angrily at her. This might escalate, and it might escalate quickly. Somebody might get hurt. But Nox wasn't angry -- yet.
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47
Accepted Character
Posts: 9
Full Name: "47" (real name classified)
Species: Demon (type classified)
Gender: Undisclosed
Homeworld: Earth, 36?? (Demonheart)
Height: 6' 6"
Weight: 222 lbs
OOC Name: Husher
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Post by 47 on Feb 16, 2014 18:47:42 GMT
47 blinked themselves awake. They woke up flat on their back in the middle of a road. They hadn’t quite gathered that yet, still puzzled with their sudden awakening. They weren’t even sure they went to bed last night. In fact, if they recalled correctly, they were in the preparing for a demonstration. A public execution ridding the world of another useless lesser demon by the name of “Cordova”. (Leonids weren’t as powerful as they looked, once you knew what to do.) They hadn’t remember that they were actually in the middle of its performance, but they remembered that much. 47 was still quite concussed. Their sight was still very blurry, beyond that of simply waking up with dry eyes and poor vision.
They flicked the lenses on the eyeholes of their mask open. They reached into each hole and rubbed the sleep out of their eyes. Only slightly better. So they were one degree away from the usually poor quality of their vision. They pushed themselves off the asphalt, which wasn’t blisteringly cold or iced over surprisingly, but still sat there in mild confusion. They was in the city, obviously, but it wasn’t freezing. They didn’t catch sight of any trams either. Very peculiar, since they were certain they were suppose to still be in Torted. This didn’t look like Torted simply because there were no tramcars running the streets. Furthermore, there wasn’t nearly enough decay to be Torted. In fact, there was no decay in sight. The buildings, the roads, the sidewalks-- everything was pristine. Of course, they know you couldn’t rely on the administration to do anything to actually maintain the city. No, they were all useless.
Just then, a blaring noise came zooming their way. It looked like a compact trolley car, but it didn’t screech like one. Instead it honked like an obnoxious bird. Before it could even stop, 47 rolled out the way and onto the sidewalk. As they watched the vehicle drive off, they realized what it was. It was a car. They seen plenty of automobiles before, they just never seen a functioning one actually moving, though they had been to car shows before on missions. Only incredibly rich aristocrats could afford to have one fixed up and legally drive one anywhere, and none of them lived in Torted (which was ironically dubbed ‘Motor City’ some thousand something odd years ago).
Clearly, they weren’t in Torted anymore. Now they were questioning where they were and how they got there.
“DTRA47, once upon a time… DTRA47, once upon a time…” they said, hoping VOX would transmit them. No response. They repeated themselves, this time pressing down on the PTT button.
As they walked down the street, they continued trying to contact their comrades via ham radio, just in case, but all they got was nothing. Not even static. It was completely dead. They must have busted it somehow. They were certain they checked it this morning. That’s what they always did! Something must have happened between then and now, but they didn’t know what. Whatever it was, it nullified their radio, even if it looked perfectly fine. They amplified the volume, adjusted with the VFO knob, tinkered with the tone, toyed with the reflector, cycled through the channels, did the everything to the everything. If they didn’t take cover in an alley, they would have looked like a madman, though they probably looked even crazier in an alley if anyone saw them.
Or maybe the battery needs recharging. If that was the case, then they must have been out for a quite while, and they weren‘t sure how it even lost charge in the first place-- it automatically powers off when not in use (maybe the VOX was picking up on the sound of these cars; damn noisy). Now they felt kind of stupid for laughing at the suggestion they wire solar panels in their mask (admittedly, it was a pretty silly idea).
Aw well, it wasn’t that important at the moment. What was more important was that they got the move on and figured out where they were and how they even got there. They suspected they might have been intercepted, but if that was the case they’d probably be dead. They weren’t sure. They continued to ponder this thought as they reentered public view on the sidewalk, watching the cars drive by. There were so many! It was baffling! Cars of all sorts, like at the show, though many of them they didn’t recognize at all. They remembered a few things from that mission when they had to impersonate a car enthusiastic, but most of the knowledge disappeared after the mission. They could recognize one as a Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500. They remembered it because they thought it was ‘pretty’ and remembered how fast those cars were purportedly. Their best friends would have loved it too. Some they didn’t know the name of, but still recalled seeing them. Then there were completely unknown vehicles to them. Like the one that looked like a tall women in a cloak walking down the street. All the other cars were beeping at it. Very odd indeed.
Then it dawned on them that it was a car that looked like a tall woman in a cloak but it really was a tall woman in a cloak. They felt downright stupid then. She must have felt stupider though. After all, she was walking down the middle of a street with traffic swerving and honking all around her.
“You might want to move, Miss!” 47 called out brightly (though somewhat muffled by the mask), gesturing her to come their way if she could hear them. She might have been stupid, but that was no reason for her to die, especially at the hands of a disgusting, indulgent blue-blood.
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Ayanna
Accepted Character
Posts: 4
Full Name: Ayanna
Species: Eastern Grey Kangaroo
Gender: Female
Homeworld: Earth
Height: 4 ft 10 in (116.8 cm)
Weight: 72 lbs (32.7 kg)
OOC Name: Delphinus
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Post by Ayanna on Feb 19, 2014 16:05:40 GMT
Ayanna
After awaking in the strange city, made even stranger by the fact that she had never seen a city before, Ayanna continues to wander, and has really gotten pretty lost by now. At first she was curious of the place, as it was full of many new ‘wonders’. But now she was growing more fearful of staying here by the moment. She doesn’t like how empty it is, nor the fact that it seems to bear nothing good for her to eat. She is looking pretty nervous as she makes her way even deeper into the city, ears turning to catch every sound, eyes glancing this way and that. She originally welcomed her newfound freedom, but now, she would happily return to the confinement of her old enclosure. At least there she was given food and companionship, and it was safe.
Soon she came to a busy street, and stands back with a confused look about her as she watches the cars zoom by. What were these things? Were they dangerous? They seemed very unnatural to her, and didn’t seem to pay her much attention. Her attention is drawn by the honking cars further down the road and she spots what looks like a human in the middle of the street further down the road, cars swerving around her and honking in protest. They are avoiding hitting this person, she notices, so maybe it is possible to cross their path without being run over in their swift stampede. She’s still wary about jumping into their path herself however. Then there is another voice, and she turns to look at 47, tilting her head a bit in curiosity. It was in the shape of a humanoid, but the clothing and mask really threw her. Was this some strange new species that yet still walked around like the humans she knew of? She decides to go for a closer look, and begins hopping down the side of the road, her attention mostly on 47 for the moment.
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