Wave after Wave

[GuyNamedChris]

(WOO! JoeW fixed the problem and Mezukie's character is now added to the list!)

(@Mezukie, go nuts.)

[wxps350]

The gun thunked as it hit the ground. Meritursas heard the thunking sound in reverse as it floated back up into Crab's claw. He aimed it at Meritursas, threatening to shoot another rooty tooty at him.

[Battal]

Meritursas replies by tightening his grip drastically, causing some pretty severe damage to the crab's insides.

"I know you can't die...but I know...you feel pain.  Set down the weapon, or I...will crush you into paste."

[wxps350]

Crab shot Meritursas anyway.

[MenaAthena]

(*facepalm*)

[Battal]

Fortunately for Meritursas, his kevlar-like flexable carapace is tough enough to stop the bullet.  Unfortunately for Crab, this doesn't make him any happier.

*squish*

[YouKnowWho]

Noctimus starts to shiver rapidly again.

[CloakofCrow]

Jaw's sniffing around causes a less than pleasurable amount of dust to collect in his nose. He sniffs his way to a room full of robotic pieces and weaponry.

"Ah, I expected you would ask something like that. You will have to ask Lord Lyle Ashby in the morning about something like that. I assume you will be lodging here?"

[GuyNamedChris]

"Yes, if you have room."

[CloakofCrow]

"The guest housing is in the lower left wing of the manor. Feel free to explore, just remember I will know if you steal anything." The robot asks anyone else if they needed anything.

"Also, stay on this floor. I don't want the master being awoken, or anyone getting lost in the basement."

[Mezukie]

Silven was tired, the storm that came up battered him throughout his flight but he was determined to not fall into that moving thing below him. Instead he spotted a small terrain amidst all this moving..Thing, finally something substantial to set down on! He made his way to the yellow looking part of this terrain and briefly saw something on it but decided to ignore this for now as he made his landing. He almost set down until his left wing gave out causing him to crash into the yellow substance, which was small and seemed to be scratchy but not lethal. Sitting up he shook himself of this substance and took out his journal. This place was pretty interesting, and oh! He eyed the brown object near him. What could that possible be? He quickly noted down the scratchy substance and also took note that his pen seemed to glow.

"Hm perhaps it is reacting to the climate that is unlike my home," he said out loud as he brought the pen up to be inspected by his eyes. "Oh yes, this is very interesting," He started to talk to himself as he moved the pen. Soon his attention was back on the brown object as he started to walk around it. Turning to a new page he simply write 'brown object' on the top and started to take notes on it as well as a mini drawing of it.  

[YouKnowWho]

Trevor gets himself comfortable on the deck and looks at the island.

[Mezukie]

Silven touches the side of the brown object. "Yes, not lethal, good, good. Perhaps I could by chance climb this object? If only my wings weren't tired I could have flew up there but alas they are to tired for that kind of motion to take place," He mumbled as he tried to pull himself up the side. It was working so far and as he neared the top his head poked over the side looking around. He made a shriek and fell back into the sand. "O-oh, oh my! Oh my! A f-fallen! Wait no I didn't even see any traces of marks left like a fallen has, that means no markings! No markings!" he yelled as he struggled to get back on his feet. Once up he looked around franticly. "D-distance! I must p-p-put distance between me and it!" he stammered out as he made sure he had his journal and pen before starting to run away in the direction of the forest.

Edited April 29, 2016 by Mezukie

[YouKnowWho]

"...wha? H-hey! Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you!" Trevor sighed. Should he go after it?

. . . 

"I'll be right back Wheke. I promise." He yelled into the cargo hold before jumping off the ship and running after Silven. 

Well, I wouldn't say running. 

"C'mon, could you please go atleast a little slower? Make it fair for a cripple!"

[MenaAthena]

The dragon, who had just been chillin' on the boat this whole time, lifted it's head as it heard a crash, some muffled talking, and the climbing noises. She put her head up to the edge, making so when the creature came up it's face was right in her face. She peered curiously over the side of the boat when it fell back down. Huh... the dragon had never seen a creature like this before. It seemed to speak humans speak though, and looked kinda scared of her, stammering something about markings before running off. The Trevor humans person ran after it. She decided to keep chilling on the boat for now; she was too lazy chill to move from her spot.

[Mezukie]

"AHH! It speaks! It speaks! The Markless one speaks!" He yelled while he stumbled about hitting into these other weird brown objects that seemed to tower and almost getting his fur stuck in those weird green things that were on the ground. That thing said it was a cripple and to make it fair for it? That means that the markless cripple was hunting him! "I shan't be your dish today markless cripple! My speed will remain-" he ran into another tree and waddled around for a bit dazed. "The way.. Of running....." he said as he fell down on his side seeing weirdly shaped objects floating about. "Interesting.." he mumbled.

[YouKnowWho]

"Wow. Rude." Trevor said as he stood over Silven. "You're almost as bad as those rich folk."

[Mezukie]

Shaking his head Silven cleared with thoughts of those weird floating objects and looked up. He shrieked as he backed up against the towering object behind him. "No, no, no! I can't be the sustenance you require! I am of more fluff than anything and will not be very filling to your digestive system markless cripple! Wait.. You know of the high class than? Oh you flatter me markless cripple but as you can see by my markings I am not of that stature, perhaps my household will one day venture to that position. So I assume you had markings at one point than by your knowledge of the high class, what has happened to them? Is that weird moving mass of an object surrounding this terrain the cause of it? Or are you really a fallen and the process to make you one been thorough? I must know!" he pulled out his journal and pen and opened it to a new page waiting eagerly to write down the new information to be had.

Edited April 29, 2016 by Mezukie

[YouKnowWho]

"...what?" 

[Mezukie]

Silven blinked. Well that certainly wasn't the answer he was looking for, it didn't answer any of his questions! Perhaps he was wrong that this markless cripple was intelligent. It must have been a chemical defect then and that's why there was no marks. The household wouldn't want such a failure. "Ah well, I suppose our conversation is over. I must find someone who can comprehend my speech patterns as it seems you don't have a wide vocabulary to do such a thing. Is everyone markless or can I find one that has been chemically right to be accepted into a household?" he said as he wrote down his findings on the markless cripple.

[YouKnowWho]

"..You calling me an idiot?" Trevor said as he pulled up one of his sleeves "Because I don't take kindly to insults, mind you."

[Mezukie]

Silven starred at the markless cripple. "...What's an insult?" he asked as he tilted his head to the side in confusion. "And what is kindly? Are these some form a weaponry that you have amassed or are these techniques? Oh do you have such a thing on you? Is it those weird things that seem to be clinging to your body? You must have other knowledge then! That is most pleasant for I was fearing that I could learn nothing from you, but now it seems your knowledge is more than I had first perceived! Would you tell me what those things are?" His eyes widened in awe that he could learn more. Which seemed like puppy dog eyes, if he even knew what that was.

[YouKnowWho]

"Well an insult is something you should never say, and when I say that I don't take kindly to insults, it means that if you insult me, then I'll use the ancient technique of punching." Trevor answered. He looked into Silven's eyes. "OH MY GOODNESS YOU ARE SO CUTE I CAN'T STAND IT." 

[Mezukie]

"Ancient technique of punching? Oh! You must be made to do a fearsome warrior! I apologize but I had no markings to know that you were among them. You know something ancient too so you must be high up in the chain of command! But I am perplexed, why would there be things I shouldn't say? I only make assumptions based on the information at hand, if I am wrong then I would be corrected but why should I withhold these? That would make the situation not understandable by both parties involved..... Cute?" Silven titled his head the other way. "What is the meaning of this cute?"

[YouKnowWho]

"Well to answer your question, people don't really like to be called unintelligent. And cute means THAT I LIKE YOUR ADORABLE WIDDLE EYES AND HOW YOU TILT YOUR WIDDLE HEAD WHEN YOU ASK QUESTIONS! AWWW!"