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| LOL FINALLY |
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Posted by: Thaal Sinestro - 10-04-2015, 08:06 PM - Forum: The Whateververse, Man
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I know most of ya don't give a damn, but I haven't had a single power, move or weapon since I joined this site. Sinestro had some clothes and a camel that Ganondorf gave him and a secondary's rifle he stole. He refused to spend a single OM on anything (up until he had a drink with Dean in Rick's Cafe) because he was so desperate to get his ring back.
Well, the day has finally come. As of now, SINESTRO HAS HIS RING. It's been a long-ass time coming, but I'm finally here.
Anyways. I'm done talking about me. I just wanted to celebrate a little after such an extremely long commitment. WOOO.
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| Best Love Simulator Ever! |
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Posted by: Victor Wolfe - 10-04-2015, 06:15 PM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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Get the best dating simulator ever made now, brand new from the visionary at Sex Sells Entertainment™ comes the hottest dating simulator in the history of the world. Step foot into the life of the Dunes most photogenic faction New Babylon and find adventure, intrigue and if you play the cards right, romance!
Explore the grand capital of Nippur as a new recruit to the glorious kingdom of New Babylon and interact with the heroes that inhabit it. This announcement will explore some of the routes available to the player character that will be shown in cut scenes as a blank or shadowed faced girl with no real defining personality or features, all to help you the player project yourself onto her.
Will you chose the Gilgamesh route where you must earn the trust of the King by fulfilling his requests and eventually becoming one of his close inner circle and trusted adviser, but will you give in to temptation and let the king rule you too? That's right the aim of this route is to get Gilgamesh-Senpai to notice you and become his waifu to rule the dunes together.
For the less ambitious there is always the Sasuke route, where you can work alongside the young shinobi to try and open up his closed heart and take your place next to New Babylon’s avenger. This Shota Kuudere will satisfy even the most repressed Shotacons.
And for those who like to live dangerously there is always The Banisher Victor Wolfe. This route will have to be played carefully as all it takes is one wrong move for the player to become the next on a long list of people who fall for his devious and dangerous charms, although he seems to be the easiest of the characters to raise flags with he has many routes that lead to death or banishment with the later locking you out of all the routes apart from the secret Diablo route. So if you want a little more Yandere in your life then go for this guy,
Next up is the Shay Route, this route will have you deal with the hard headed Templar Shay as he contemplates his life and place in New Babylon, he will be distrustful and cold at first but if you can get past that he will give you the kindest love of all. So hurry and catch the rare male Tsundere and try and become his reason for staying in New Babylon
And Finally we will look at two of Agnes Oblige's routes as she is the only female route so far she has more routes than any other character, the first of these being the shrine maiden route. We have hired our best visual designers to create a shrine maiden version of Agnes and involves the main character trying to pull her away from religious dogma, into a forbidden yuri relationship that will show her the true meaning of life... Yuri.
The second route is the gender bend route were one of Victors poisons accidentally turns her male and thus with a rush of new feelings and hormones it’s up to the player to help her return back to a female body, or teach her the joys of a male one.
All of this can be bought at a retail price of 3000 OM and day one DLC can be bought that adds many of the other characters like the insane merc with a mouth deadpool who arrives to celebrate with the winner of the Abyss, will you show him a night to remember or go insane from his fourth wall breaks. And the rugged watchman himself Jon Snow, perhaps you can remind him that warmth still exists within your room?
So Order today and get the hottest romance game in the desert for yourself!
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| Pesterlog: Karkat and Jade |
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Posted by: Gamzee Makara - 10-04-2015, 02:07 PM - Forum: Dataverse Messageboards
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Mood: Palsy
-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began pestering gardenGnostic at 2:00 —
CG: JADE!
CG: JADE IM SUPER HAPPY THAT YOUVE DEVOTED ALL YOUR TIME CREATING A PERMANENT RESIDENCE IN THE OMNIVERSE BECAUSE I MEAN WHY NOT STAY AWHILE IN A PLACE WHERE WE COULD VIOLENTLY GET MURDERED FOR THE AMUSEMENT OF A MEGALOMANIAC HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
CG: THAT WAS SARCASM IN CASE IT WASN'T OBVIOUS ENOUGH.
CG: LISTEN BULLSHIT ASIDE, GOOD JOB WITH THE HOUSE OR TOWER OR WHATEVER IT IS.
CG: GOOD JOB ON NOT GETTING MURDERED BY THE INDIGENOUS SPECIES (OR VICE VERSA) AS WELL, LIKE SERIOUSLY, THAT'S A STEP UP FROM SOME OF OUR FRIENDS
CG: ANYWAYS LISTEN I THINK WE NEED TO MEET UP SOON.
CG: AS IN, SOON SOON. NOT IN A FEW DAYS, LIKE RELATIVELY BY THE END OF TODAY OR SO.
CG: YOU'RE IN THE "FROZEN FIELDS" RIGHT?
CG: YEAH OKAY I'M GONNA GET GAMZEE TO SYNTHESIZE ME UP SOME SORT OF MODE OF TRANSPORTATION WITH THAT OMNILIWHATEVER THE FUCK IT IS.
CG: WHILE I'M HEADED YOUR WAY, THE CLOWN AND HIS NEW FAVORITE HUMAN ARE GOING TO TRAVEL TO CAMELOT TOGETHER SO THAT THEY CAN SIGN THEIR LIVES AWAY FOR THE ENTERTAINMENT OF THE MASSES
CG: SORRY, GETTING A LITTLE POLITICAL OVER HERE, WATCH OUT.
CG: AT ANY RATE, I WAS THINKING THAT ONCE WE CAUGHT UP A LITTLE BIT, YOU AND I, THAT MAYBE WE COULD GO TO THE COLISEUM AND MAKE SURE GAMZEE HASN'T BIT THE BIG PIE. THE ADVERTISEMENT SAID THAT THERE'S GOING TO BE A CARNIVAL OF SORTS OUTSIDE TOO, SO THAT COULD BE FUN FOR YOU.
CG: ME, I HAVE A DISTINCT DISTASTE FOR EVERYTHING MIRTHFUL AND WHIMSICAL, BUT I KNOW YOU LIKE "FUN."
CG: SO I WILL ENDEAVOR TO APPEASE YOUR LOVE OF "HAVING FUN" AND HANG OUT WITH YOU AT THE CARNIVAL.
CG: I MEAN IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT
CG: IT'S NOT LIKE, ONE OF YOUR HUMAN "DATES" OR ANYTHING, I JUST THOUGHT THAT WE COULD CATCH UP AFTER BRUTALLY BEING RIPPED FROM OUR UNIVERSE FOR AN UNDETERMINED AMOUNT OF TIME, FORCED INTO AN UNCULTURED ASS END OF PARADOX SPACE.
CG: AND THEN, AFTER CATCHING UP, I THOUGHT WE COULD GO WATCH PEOPLE KILL THEMSELVES FOR OUR PERSONAL AMUSEMENT.
CG: THEN AGAIN, THAT'S PROBABLY NOT SOMETHING YOU'D BE INTO.
CG: LOOK I'VE GOTTEN PRETTY OFF TOPIC, SO I'M SORRY, BUT I'M JUST TRYING TO ASSURE YOU THAT THIS MEETING IS ABOUT AS PLATONIC AS IT GETS.
CG: IT IS NOT IN ANY SENSE OF THE WORD, EARTH, ALTERNIAN, OR OTHERWISE, A DATE.
CG: OH SHIT
CG: ADAM IS THROWING DEATH GLARES AT THE IDIOT AGAIN, I BETTER GO MAKE SURE HE DOESN'T TRY TO MURDERIZE US.
CG: THAT'D CERTAINLY PUT A WRENCH IN OUR PLANS.
CG: SO ANYWAYS, QUICK RECAP, I'M GONNA SECURE SOME FORM OF TRANSPORTATION FROM GAMZEE, SAY OUR BRIEF AND TEMPORARY GOODBYES, AND THEN I'LL HEAD TO YOUR FROZEN WORLD SO THAT WE CAN FIGURE OUT WHAT WE WANNA DO NEXT.
CG: UNTIL THEN
CG: STAY SAFE DON'T COMPLETELY FUCK EVERYTHING UP AND DIE BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE GOD AWFUL.
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| Colosseum Tournament Pre-Discussion |
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Posted by: Proto Man - 10-04-2015, 09:10 AM - Forum: Omniverse Discussion
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That's the thread where you register.
Registration isn't complicated... you just travel there and sign up with an attendant. After that, you can do as you please in and around the structure. You can even take a free ride to nearby Minas Tirith if you're someone with ADHD. Don't leave the Minas Tirith/Colosseum area.
Brackets will be posted sometime around Friday, and the first round will start by Saturday.
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| Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups) |
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Posted by: Storyteller - 10-04-2015, 09:04 AM - Forum: Camelot
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The Camelot colosseum was bursting with life.
While most events held at the massive structure were popular, the appeal of a tournament between primes was enough to draw people from far and wide. Faces from Darkshire, the Tangled Green, and the Vasty Deep could be spotted among the people in the stands or those milling around throughout the structure and the small carnival outside. While there were undoubtedly people on vacation from Coruscant, it was a given that none of them would make that fact public given the proximity to Minas Tirith.
Outside of the stadium, ‘Baron’ Victor von Magnus wandered the large grounds. In time, he would be ushered into his booth, but for now, he could relax among everyone else.
Quote:In-character registration entails little more than walking up to an attendant inside the colosseum structure and writing your name on a list.
You may register and then either enjoy the carnival outside the colosseum or hang out inside the structure. I imagine that the inside is kind of set up like a modern stadium (albeit, you know, medieval-themed)… stuff like stands selling food from various regions in Camelot and other places selling local merchandise. The carnival will have much of the same, along with carnival game stands.
There is also a free carriage service that takes people to Minas Tirith, which is just a few hours to the north.
Registration will last throughout the coming week, with the first round of fights starting either Friday night or Saturday morning. This waiting period amounts to just a few days in-character.
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| There And Back... |
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Posted by: Tartaros - 10-03-2015, 08:19 PM - Forum: The Nexus
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[spoiler] Quote:Just a quick note - not gonna be using coloured fonts or anything anymore, after thinking about it for a while it just seems kinda tacky
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The familiar barren, pearly white skies of the Nexus greeted Tartaros as he stepped through the gate. The same standing gates in the distance, the same flat, clean land. All that seemed to have changed was the figures in the distance, shuffling across the horizon, going about their business...
Taking in a deep, fresh breath of air through the strips of bandages and chainmail that covered his face, the wanderer started his aimless journey through the silent plain. There was a long walk ahead, a long walk indeed...
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Limping through the barren land, there was precious little but eerie silence, even Monkey T dared not to speak. All was peaceful, for the time being.
Finally, Tararos turned to his companion, with an inquisitive glint in his eye. "You know, I never did ask you about how you could understand that... thing back there. It sure as hell wasn't speaking."
Its beady pitch-dark eyes still fixed on the landscape ahead, the puppet responded. "It's the magic of a little thing called the fourth wall, sucka... Some fool's takin' a peek at what's going on around here, I find what they's thinking. It's simple."
"That's the... most ridiculous thing I've ever heard here. And you call me crazy..."
"Mark my words. Ya'll gonna understand some day."
"Whatever you say..."
The puppet ineffectually smacked the marine's cloak, "I'm telling ya, it's true!"
"Of course it is. Now, where are we go-", Tartaros wheezed, a few drops of blood launching out of his mouth, fading into the floor, "on second thought, bugger it. Let's just stop for a moment. Haven't had a moments peace in weeks.", pausing for another cough, the marine pointed towards the so-called "Fountain of Infinity", "Besides, if that hunk a' rock hasn't gotten up and somehow moved itself, we're close to the center of this place anyways."
Dropping to the floor, the wanderer flipped up his hide hood and carefully took of his helmet, revealing a face covered in bandages, patches of dark hair, and a less-than-healthy amount of blood. Searching through his bag, Tartaros found it disappointingly empty, containing nothing but a mere handful of rounds, a loaf of bread and a single cartridge of fuel. Sighing, the marine turned to his companion, "Right, give me a moment. There's something I have to do."
Taking the swirling sphere of colour from beneath his cloak once again and gripping it tightly, Tartaros steadied his thoughts. What he truly needed was ammunition, though of course some... extras couldn't hurt either. Closing the sunken pits inside his skull that masqueraded as eyes, the marine sat in an almost trance like state. A few minutes later, finally opening his eyes, the orb was gone... apparently having disappeared into thin air.
Scanning across the ground in front of him, there was a small pile of supplies. A trio of bolter magazines, stacked atop each-other, a single suppressor, a canister of promethium, four dark grey cylinders topped with a pin each, a shotgun with two sets of shells and slugs each, and one large, dark-grey bastard sword.
Fixing the suppressor to his boltgun with one hand and pointing to the blade with the other, Tartaros turned to the puppet staring out into the distance. "I forged that thing myself y'know. Now... where did I put that loaf..."
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| Magic the Gathering |
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Posted by: Okor - 10-03-2015, 07:36 PM - Forum: The Arcade
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Anyone play? I quite like the Eldrazi from the new block (Namely because I enjoy nameless, numberless horrors from beyond the world that cannot be). I am trash, although occasionally I come up with something that does well. I mainly play either a colourless deck or a Sultai-coloured deck.
Also, I found this: <!-- m --><a class="postlink" href="http://v2.untap.in/">http://v2.untap.in/</a><!-- m -->
Hit me up on skype if you're interested in a game, I'm listed in the skype thread.
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| Fortnight of the 4th through the 17th |
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Posted by: Guu - 10-03-2015, 06:05 PM - Forum: Bookkeeping Archive
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Step 1: Make a post. This post should be at least 600 words. You may also post multiple times adding up to 600 words or more.
Step 2: Click on the name of your post. See it? It's probably something like 'Re: The Story of John Doe', a large line of text above your post. This should have a hashtag and your post link at the end of it (see the bolded part on the end here: http://omniverse-rpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=41&t=1114&p=7298#p7298). Copy the entire URL from your address bar.
Step 3: Post it in the active fortnightly gains topic. The date of your post should be within the date range, GMT. If you are submitting multiple posts that add up to 600, post all the links.
Step 4 (optional): If you have posted in the current book club, please include a link to that post along with the text 'book club'.
Step 5 (optional): If you have a Recognition bonus, please include in your post 'Recognition bonus: +50'. If you have an Ascendancy bonus, please post with 'Ascendancy bonus: +100'.
That's all you need to do! When the topic is updated, you will be given 300 OM. Obviously if you have a recognition or ascendancy bonus, this will be increased by 50 or 100. A book club bonus will increase this by a further 100. If no mod has posted at the end of the topic, then it hasn't been updated yet. You do not need to ask "has the thread been updated? I didn't get my OM" every week.
New fortnightly gains topics go up every second Sunday at midnight (at the end of Saturday and the dawn of Sunday) GMT. The valid time begins on Sunday at 0000 hours GMT and ends on Saturday at 2359 GMT.
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| Magus is Eminem who is also Phenomenal |
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Posted by: Gildarts - 10-03-2015, 02:46 PM - Forum: The Whateververse, Man
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Upon recent discovery...
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(If it doesn't come up, skip to the fish slapping part at 2:30 ish)
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| A Lullaby for Gods |
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Posted by: Jade Harley - 10-03-2015, 12:39 PM - Forum: The Astral Realm
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Quote:Accompanying Music: A Lullaby for Gods. Rating for this installment: T. No replies, please!
1. Good Dog, Best Friend.
A streak of something bright and trailing stardust like exhaust smoke darted across the open sky of primordial Earth, erupting in a glowing plume of ejecta and dust that looked akin to a furling, sinuous, bottle-green jellyfish. For a moment, the untamed jungle all around stilled, the dark foliage frozen in time and the animals lurking in the brush going silent and unmoving.
Above, the stars blinked and stuttered, like a thousand-million fairy lights twinkling over a dusky mire in the evening.
Then, there was the world-shattering impact, the sound barrier and all margins of ordinary breached in that single terrifying instant. The universe, a gigantic disc stuffed inside of a sooty case, faltered and scratched, sang raspingly but certainly true.
A tear of green lightning branched across the planet, all-encompassing and brilliantly burning. Reaching down and tearing entire mountains through from the ground up in the process, all the while singing in an ear-piercing drone that was far above the hearing capabilities of most living creatures, the sparking electricity petered out and finally vanished.
In a deep basin that would one day be about an eighth of the size of the crater at Chicxulub, a First Guardian sat upon its haunches and waited for she who would thaw solid flesh and resolve it into a dew.
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The horizon was a jeweled crown of striking orange and amber-yellow hues mingling pleasantly with a robin’s egg azure, wide-spread and with the sun’s fiery golden eye receding into slumber. Below it, the sea meandered gently, the pinkish fading light of dusk slowly coalescing into a deeper, solemn blue. Little pitter-pattering threads of soft white foam lapped against the shoreline; the breeze smelled strongly of salt and spray.
Far out in the waves of blue-indigo sea, where the ocean glinted like bottle glass and the surf romped about as if it were made up of great white-winged horses, a progeny of the fabled Pegasus itself, the fading wisps of daylight cast across the wooden, barnacle-studded hull of a very tiny ship.
Becquerel snorted as it regarded the distant speck of a vessel on the horizon. It was flickering in and out of sight, swallowed up by rising waves and the sea’s enormous constitution.
The presence of the ship worried it, although it wasn’t quite sure why. It had seen many other ships beforehand, with wide sails flapping about like gulls, but this little boat was particularly significant to it. Perhaps it was the occupants of the boat?
The waves made eagerly for the pebbled shore. In just a moment, the boat would reach the lip of the shore. Becquerel trotted to and fro on the beach, leaving agitated paw prints in the damp sand. When it sees that the boat is slipping slowly into the shallow waters, it ducks under the shade of the jungle and watches from the shadowy tree line, white fur cloaked in verdant green.
Heavy boots slosh into the shallow waves, flecks of seawater and foam clinging to their dark rubbery surface. A tall mustachioed man in an odd cap and a white suit turns around, easily picking up the second figure in the boat and gently placing them on the beach just out of reach of the bitter waves.
Plump little toes wriggle in the sand, attached to a chubby little baby foot and then a chubby little baby altogether. She has long dark hair and wide green eyes, speckled with flecks of refracted sunlight. She chirps delightedly as she takes up a fistful of wet sand, her prominent buckteeth made all the more prominent when she gurgles out a laugh.
“G’pa!” She says, peering after the old man who has gone about tugging their tiny fishing boat under the cover of the tree line. Teal green shadows scatter over his back and pristine white clothing as he stoops down to remove a strand of salty seaweed from the boat’s inside layer.
Becquerel hunkers down under the dark of the long grasses and shrubberies, curiously watching the human pup as she pats her hands into the mud. She is hairless, save for the mop hanging off from the top of her soft head, with squishy stubs of pink fingers and toes. It could probably steal across the beach, grab her, and make off over the dunes with the child’s grandparent none the wiser.
But, then the grandfather has the boat weighted down to the ground with driftwood so as not to let it be taken off by gale force winds, and he has stomped back over to merrily watch over his charge and remark inanely upon the favorable weather. There is not much it can do now but observe.
As the grandfather scoops the child up into his arms, an impossibly large gun strapped securely across his back, Becquerel tracks them silently through the lush underbrush.
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It isn’t long before a tower begins to take shape on the island, tall and muted white against the soft blue sky in the cloudy daytime. As the sun sinks below the horizon, the whole thing glitters gold, coy oranges and dainty pinks travelling across the white stone like streams of warm water. Grasshoppers sing in the dew-stippled grass, their flimsy exoskeletons coloured a spry yellow-green.
The grandfather crouches by a pond that is flecked with magenta and yellow lilies settled comfortably upon their verdant green pads, hard at work on a strange, human-shaped contraption. It has round lenses, reddish like the bulbous eyes of an insect. A glowing piece of some green material is painstakingly tucked inside its chest cavity along with a whole slew of colored wires. His pant legs are stained brown at the knees from the soil.
A few feet away, the little girl bats an octopus plush around with her diminutive fists, giggling to herself and having what seems to be a grand old time. Becquerel doesn’t understand the meaning of this game, but finds that it would quite like to play it, too. It also suspects that it could play it much better, given the chance.
The large woofbeast crouches down underneath the dewslick leaves of a bush, its paws digging into damp earth that is darker than the mud of the Dead Sea. Its featureless face is turned directly towards the young girl, although no eyes are present to glitter or glint with ill intent. Which, considering the circumstances, is for the better. Becquerel wouldn’t wish anything but kindliness upon this child. It has been waiting for her for a very long time, after all.
Snuffling quietly to itself, the First Guardian of Earth crawls on its belly towards the playing child, tail curved like a white flag of peaceful surrender. As it draws nearer, the girl suddenly stops whatever she is doing and blinks up at Becquerel, her mouth rounded out into a little ‘o’. Then, she reaches fearlessly up with her sap-sticky hands and digs them into the soft fur on either side of his muzzle.
“God-dog!” She exclaims, in the babbling way that small children are wont to do. This does not negate the truth in her words, however clumsily-spoken they may be, and Becquerel’s pointed ears perk smartly up at the precise title.
A young Jade Harley giggles delightedly at the grooved, strangely illumined green tongue that drags across the side of her face in a friendly lick.
The world is pink and sunbright gold; the sea swells and sighs in the distance.
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Its name becomes Bec, according to the limited dialectal ability of the small child it has come to cherish every gibbering word and sniffle of. It also becomes a ‘he’.
Strange, that. Bec does not particularly mind.
What he does mind, however, is that there is an outlandish, oddly nervous-seeming entity prodding about in his mind. It appeals most strongly to his parental sensibilities in regard to young Jade, but wisely does not broach much further into the torrential flares of green flame that constantly stir within the centermost nucleus of his cognizance. He is quite sure that if this entity were to attempt to do so, they would promptly have their eyes melt out through their ears.
The only time where he lets this entity have complete control is on a sunny morning in the year 2000. Jade is capering about the sloping grassy hillsides, plucking up white-blossomed daisies and attempting to stick them in Bec’s fur. Eventually, when this proves to be ineffectual due to a strange green electricity incinerating the drooping flowers, she wanders off to busy herself with some other exciting pastime.
Unfortunately, this pastime involves dual-wielding a set of flintlock pistols. For a moment, Bec is largely unconcerned by this and continues to laze about and let the breeze and sunlight coast lengthwise through his fur.
Then, the unthinkable happens.
Bang!
In a blaze of green lightning and cycling nebulae, Becquerel has zapped to Jade’s side. He spatially latches onto the bullet that is mere centimetres from her face, liable to kill her instantly if it were to make contact, and flings it halfway across the island to hopefully hit some other, less invaluable object.
Rather unluckily, the bullet ‘pips’ easily through Grandpa Harleys upper body, a short spurt of blood marking the bullet’s passage into his chest cavity. He keels over after his body gives a short jolt, utterly lifeless, body gone slack. A dark stain spreads down his nice dress shirt, seeping into the soft white cotton. A small trickle of scarlet blood slips past his parted lips.
The presence in Bec’s mind loosens its hold, seemingly mollified.
This is exactly why babies should not be allowed to dual-wield flintlock pistols.
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