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(Does this mean Noctimus gets haunted too?)

Meritursas flops over to a kind of short table with a large wall-like structure rising from the back of it.  He has seen an object like this before, on more luxurious ships.  A "chair", he believed it was called.  A human comfort object.  Determined to understand their customs, he starts to climb the chair, ripping apart the expensive-looking upholstery.

Crab saw the scared Noctimus, as well as an opportunity to do what he does best. Torment Noctimus. He crawled over to Noctimus, and pointed a rooty tooty point n' shooty at theblack furball. It aimed upward and fired a warning shot, which caused a piece of the manors roof to break off with a loud crack and fall back down, crushing Crab.

Edited by wxps350

(I suppose so, but not right now. Kelsey's ghost isn't really trying to interact with anyone.)

Wiffleball jumped backwards when the shot was fired, startled both by the sound and by Noctimus. Immediately after, his paws reflexively moved to the hood, fumbling around for a moment before closing around Noctimus and lifting the sobbing ball out. He began cuddling the shadow, then unconsciously and accidentally speaking to it.

"IT'Ƨ OKAY, DOИ'T CЯY..."

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The robot is rightfully perturbed by the creatures destroying his master's manor and after finishing the coffees, he steps between the crab and Noctimus. "Settle down please, I wouldn't want to send you outside in the rain." Turner picks up some broken pieces of roof and sets them aside, then turns to Meritursas, "Maybe you aren't suitable for a chair strange beast." Turner begins to pick up Meri and set him on a stone table.

The robot answers Famen, "This island isn't deserted! Lord Lyle Ashby lives here. He has lived here for the past twenty years. It is his private island and he retired here after his work was done."

Edited by CloakofCrow

"I do believe Lord Lyle Ashby is here though sir. He is resting in his room currently. My master's father was the owner of many plantations back in the day. Lord Lyle Ashby was interested in robotics, as he found they could replace the need for slaves and frankly they did a better job and didn't need food or water."

Turner stood there awkwardly, having no tasks to do. "Eventually my master was able to man a plantation all without a single man. His creations made him quite a profit so he retired here, alone with his creations."

Edited by CloakofCrow

(I think the text fit's Turner's personality)

(Also, @Mezukie is going to be joining soon, for people who weren't in the DM.)

The word 'resting' circled Famen's head for a moment before taking another sip of his coffee. He figured now wasn't the best time to explain. Especially after the Julian incident.

Meritursas pauses, hearing the crab scuttling up behind him.  He whips around, slamming his tail into the crab's face.  Immediately, his tendrils wrap around the crustacean, holding it less than delicately.  His tail then curls around, so he is staring his victim directly in the face.

"i...am sick...of you."  He growls in a less than friendly voice, knocking the crab's weapon out of its "hands".

Character:

Spoiler

 

Name: Silven (s-il-VE-an)

Race: Sky born

History: ?


Personality: He is curious about most things that his home life didn't have. He can say or do things that may seem wrong since he doesn't have the best moral compose from how he grew up. He loves to learn and will write down anything new in his journal.

Appearance: 

Silven.jpeg

He is slightly taller than a child and has fur covering his body except for his wings. The main color his fur takes is a light green with blue streaks while his belly is a creme color. The claws on his feet and marking on his face/belly are jet black.

Strengths: He can fly short distances. His fur makes him better adapt to cold climates. His eyes can adjust to let him somewhat see in the dark(Not completely only somewhat)


Weaknesses: He doesn't know about water and so he can't swim and rather sinks like a rock not knowing what to do. He can get distracted by the things he's interested in which can make fighting difficult for him.


Etc: He come with his own journal and pen which he keeps track of what's around him.

 

 

 

Edited by Mezukie
Seeing if I can get image
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