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I'll take it as a compliment - Dane Regan - 04-29-2017
Dane Regan was a hard person to stump. Even after being thrown into a strange new setting, he was able to analyse his situation. What did he know? What could that suggest? How could he learn more? And what did he want to do from here? These were all questions that buzzed around his head as he discussed with himself. He didn't see much point in physically doing anything until he could do so with a well thought out rational outlook. And so, he just sat there on the hard white ground staring into the white sky with his back facing towards the small shack behind him, a changing object he'd later learn to call "The Fountain". He clapped his hands to his cheeks, and rested his elbows on his knees, just thinking. His brain did feel a tad sluggish, like early in the morning, so he had to check it still worked.
Hmm, what do we know...? We know who we are. We're Dane Regan. A former soldier, a heretic, a scientist, an academic, a wannabe mage, and pretty good at the whole combat strategy thing.
Wooow. We know who we are! Amazing! My mind is blown! It's good to know reading books payed off in life.
Before discussing new information, it is always important to clarify what you already know. A simple oversight can be very costly. There is no need to be sarcastic.
Sarcasm can be funny though. Isn't making people laugh a good thing?
Yeah, don't be a killjoy, I was totally just lightening the mood.
Need I remind you all, that this is a conversation going on inside Dane's head, and we're already going off on tangents. Anyway, bringing us back on track, where are we now?
A white place in the "Omniverse".
Where and what is the "Omniverse?
Omni's personal playground. He brought us here, or claims to.
Normally you'd be more angry about these sort of things. Surely.
Maybe, but besides you, did any of us really care about our homeland. They were all bunch of idiots.
We have insufficient data to support the claim they were all idiots. Though I do concede that many were easily swayed or influenced. Regardless, who or what is Omni?
The dark silhouette thing that told us they brought us here. They're like a god or something.
Objection! I refuse to accept that claim. He's probably just some dude that got hyped up on power so decided to play games with us "lesser beings".
I wouldn't go that far. We know he is powerful, but the secret to that probably lies in the Omnilium is was holding. We couldn't talk or sense much in our little meeting, but I'd be willing to bet that it's some sort of highly concentrated magic. Everyone has motives, even if ours were deemed questionable to some. We can't just point at someone we understand little and pose such as short explanation. He could have any reason.
When did Omni become a he?
His voice sounded male. At least I think it did, our meeting is blurry in our memory. Which somewhat suggests it was more of a dream, which could signify he's capable of influencing minds as dream manipulation is a similar technique. But teleportation sickness has been known to have similar and much more extreme effects on non-mages.
We could just find someone to talk to. They could tell us what we need to know.
We don't need to know anything. This is a waste of time. Let's do something.
Like what? Exactly. Our first actions here matter. If what Omni said is correct, we cannot die here. Not permanently. We will theoretically live with our actions forever.
No. That means we're immortal. We can do whatever we want with no long-term consequences.
Besides imprisonment, losing potential friends and helpful resources, etc.
We got this far without anyone else.
I'd like friends. Even if they drag us down to, say, 75% strength, and we do the same to them. Together that's 150%. Which is more than the 100% we currently opperate at.
We wouldn't have been able to win that battle without me besides us. Although, what you said earlier is correct. There is little we can do just by sitting here, thinking. We will likely need to explore or get assistance. However, now we're awake. Properly awake. Our mindgames did have a useful purpose. The only real topic that remains is why Omni brought us here, and what Omni wants with us.
We're pretty cool, right. That's probably why.
To be fair, he did say we interested him.
So, he's probably using us. Or maybe he needs us. Either way, let's just take it as a compliment.
And a new chance at life.
Dane stood up swiftly, causing the slack in his beige trousers to iron out, and his soft orange shirt rippled from the motion. He still had is swords, and his shield, strapped in their respective positions. But without his bags and pockets full of books and nick-nacks, he felt naked. Still, that could be dealt with later. He grinned; he had a whole new world to understand. There was no point in dwelling on his past meeting with Omni, as he was sure they would eventually meet again soon. Someone with a character like that was unlikely to watch over the world with a hands-off approach, he figured. Dane could relate to that. When left to their own devices, people rarely worked together without a common goal. Stretching his arms, he walked about idly, glancing off into the distance. He decided to let chance decide his fate for once, and he hoped it would be fun. After all, the others here were also deemed as interesting characters so he doubted it would bore him.
Quote:Check the "split personality" subsection on Dane Regan's rooster for information about the colour scheme.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Vulre Oakenlimb - 04-30-2017
Movement. False eyes rotated in their sockets, wires wrapped around long-dead optic nerves feeding the image of a lone human, adorned in archaic armaments. Swords and a shield were strapped to the newcomer’s back, a brilliant orange garment that offended Axemerax’s alien sensibilities serving to conceal a decidedly average musculature. An unkempt blonde mass of hair fell over their simian features, a stark contrast to the Primus’s own noble scaled visage. Data ran in soothing streams of ones and zeroes across his vision, the familiar sigils of his now-distant empire announcing that the language used by the ever-irritating United Nations of Earth. What sort of environment had homo sapiens developed in that encouraged them to hold such ideals as democracy and freedom so dear? They were entirely unneeded concepts to the Dethakkan Alignment: frivolities that actively opposed the will of its ruler, and the ultimate and eventual domination of its people.
The mammal turned to face Axemerax as he approached, his armour hissing as he stepped forward, steel-clad form looming over the warmblood, the blades at their side dwarfed next to the towering titan of technology. The primate’s palms rested on the pommels, cocking an eyebrow as they cautiously appraised their rightful lord.
“Human,” spoke Axemerax in his native tongue, a gurgled mixture of hisses and clicks that could not be accurately replicated without an additional mandible. This statement was soon after translated into english, the harsh and guttural alien tones replaced by a soft, vaguely feminine voice that conveyed his words in a manner carefully calculated to calm and soothe the average ape.
“You will tell me what you know of this so-called ‘Omniverse’.” The artificial voice was overlaid on top of his natural tongue, like a placid stream running over the ragged rocks beneath, eager to rip and tear at an unwary traveller. Thick arms forged from the plasma furnaces that fuelled his empire folded over his chest, what little remained his body within his cybernetic carapace idly drifting within a sea of supplements and steroids. Despite the age and weakness rotting away at him from within, The Primus persisted with his presentation of power, pride and hubris overpowering any doubts or fears that attempted to worm their way into his genius-ridden mind.
Quote:Apologies for the short post, don’t know how to write for Dane yet.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Dane Regan - 04-30-2017
Glancing up at the imposing being, Dane decided that he liked him already - whatever he was. Not in the way you might like your friends or family, or even a pet. This was out of interest, curiosity. Similar to how Dane liked science and magic, but not quite. It was more akin to liking the bad guy in a book; even if they weren't a great person, when portrayed well a reader could still find themselves appreciating them as a character.
Dane wasn't scared of this thing in the slightest. Sure, some would easily have been intimidated by the heavily armoured alien. Those people were probably dumb. Even in his short time observing, Dane was confident that, should a fight commence, he could easily outrun this enemy. From the looks of it, the alien was half-dead already. His eyes, and likely even his body were clearly artificial. If Dane had even the capabilities of a novice mage, he would have tried to sense the magic he assumed was powering the automatons - but that option wasn't available. Heck, he could barely even sense his own mana.
Despite these deductions, Dane decided he should, at least, act like he was being cautious. Perhaps even slightly scared. Confidence could just cause the two to butt heads, and that would lead them nowhere. And, as much as he liked provoking fights, he preferred to have more concrete information about his opponents before hand. Anyway, letting the alien lead a conversation would probably provide him with more knowledge than trying to do so himself.
Dane idly twiddled with his swords, as the alien spoke in his, unsurprisingly, alien language. However, before Dane was able to consider any alternative methods of communication a more soothing, feminine, but undoubtably fake voice spoke in English - it was unnatural, and almost unnerving.
Quote:“Human,”
He then spoke again, the two languages flowing over the top of each other. If Dane was more ignorant on the physics of waves, he would have pictured them colliding in the air. Although, the mess of sounds was still easy to interpret - if he could listen to two conversations in his own language, then simply filtering out the alien words would pose no challenge.
Quote:“You will tell me what you know of this so-called ‘Omniverse’.”
We just met and he's already trying to command us. I'd be tempted to say no just for funsies if we actually knew more than him.
He appears to be in the same boat as us, so to speak. We could ally with him.
Pfft. No. That fake voice of his is the literal definition of patronising. I could not listen to that all day.
You mean figurative.
He's waiting on an answer, we may think quick, but he'll grow inpatient.
Let's just say the usual then.
Oh? I wasn't aware we had a usual.
"I know about as much as you, whatever you are." Dane spoke quickly, throwing the words out so as to avoid any interruption. He kept his hands by his swords, with his legs ready to move as needed. A textbook definition of a flight or fight pose. Adrenaline would give him an edge, should he need it.
"The name is Dane Regan, folk hero, wannabe mage, and self proclaimed mad scientist. Pleasure to meet you...?" As far as introductions go, Dane saw no reason to wait. He didn't hold out his hand, or make any gestures - Dane valued his appendages and this alien looked strong. Letting his voice trail, he waited for a response. Meanwhile, his mind trailed over the many questions he had - the quantity of available answers was frustratingly low, but it gave him something to aim for.
I bet he has a really dumb name. Like that elf ambassador we met a while back.
He probably thinks our name is dumb.
No, he has knowledge of humans, so he probably doesn't. Which poses the question, is he from our world? Or are there humans elsewhere?
No idea, but he's here because he's "interesting" too right? So he's probably some warlord. Who else is decked out in that much metal?
Omni could easily be lying. Boring people can do interesting things with the right prompting. All we really know is that Omni probably wants entertainment. Still, this alien is probably more than just a warlord. I'd gather he understands his equipment fairly well. Based on the voice translator he's probably had some diplomatic experience. So, we could be talking to a high up officer.
Well that's great, we've killed two of the three commanding officers that have given us orders.
Let's at least try to keep being civil.
Quote:What you wrote of Dane is fine. How he thinks and acts are quite different, but Dane usually acts a lot like a "normal"
person. Of course, he can tend to switch topics quickly. Also, one thing to note, he can think and listen at the same time fairly well, so he'll definitely be paying attention to Axemerax's response.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Vulre Oakenlimb - 05-01-2017
A primitive. Splendid, thought The Primus, his cybernetic eyes imperceptibly rolling in their sockets. What sort of backwards society birthed a creature that lacked the basic self-awareness needed to refrain from naming themselves a sorceror? Even the telepathic God-Kings of the K’raxxl acknowledged that their psionics were attributable to a unique quirk of their genetic code, although their claims of intelligent design clashed with the more pessimistic worldview of The Alignment. Nonetheless, unenlightened races served their purpose, once brought into line with Axemerax’s grand designs.
Yes. This simple being shall make an ample minion.
“I am Axemerax, Primus of the Alignment,” he spoke, mandibles gnashing together as he felt a burning presence behind his long-lost eyes, pulsing images into his mind. Ever-burning suns sealed away behind silicon spheres, their baleful energies poured outwards into a great scorching beam, scything across solar systems as it rendered entire worlds down to ash. A billion souls burnt away in an instant.
“Yes. I am Star-Slaver, World-razer, Reality-render, and undisputed master of a hundred worlds.” The alien overlord took another moment to assess the primitive garb of the man before him, the long-obsolete blades at the mammal’s side a mere moment from being drawn. Good. Let them fear. Release compound 27-sigma into the atmosphere, heighten the terror, fetch the transvine-wine. Watch them tear themselves to shreds, as the God-Kings d-
His head suddenly slumped forward, soporifics silencing the screaming science. After the briefest of moments, he returned to his previous noble posture, his movements slightly more sluggish as the drugs coursed through his system.
“Your… ignorance is forgivable. I’m sure whatever backwater world birthed you still struggles with the idea of a heliocentric solar system, let alone interstellar communications.” His jaws slowly gnashed together, optics whirring as they assessed Dane’s attitude. A healthy amount of curiosity was present, dark eyes belying the silent calculations and confirmations occurring within their relatively miniscule mammalian brain.
“Now, Dane.” The word seemed odd in the synthesizer’s voice, the human name impossible to pronounce, given Axemerax’s alien anatomy. Tempered talons clacked together as he pressed them together, blue eyes gently glowing as he looked down upon the comparatively compact man. “You said you were a scientist,” The Primus spoke the word with some respect, leaving out his claims of ‘Mad’. The Genius was unlikely to visit those outside the Dethakkan people. Any eccentricities they possessed could not rival the trials and travails of the ‘gift’ his people possessed.
“Tell me, what is your opinion, as both a magician and a man of reason, of our… host’s claims? The ability to bend reality to our whims?”
The Alien Overlord lifted his claws, idly sifting them through the air. It was preposterous. Even the unreal Unbidden could not create something from nothing; swarming out of their own alternate dimension in great ships born from the aether.
From the Aether. Whispered the susurrus at the back of his mind, bubbling up through the medicinal morass that sought to silence it. Axemerax’s head turned to the side, wringing his gauntlets as he began to murmur to himself. “Yes. From the aether. An ambient amount of energy, catalyzed by-” The Primus stopped himself short, turning to the man before him. “You name yourself a mage. Conjure something, bring forth creation from your own will.”
The Scientist Supreme watched carefully, eyes prepared to record the process. As much as Axemerax would deny it, the perspective of one so uniquely suited would be nothing but a benefit to his own designs.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Dane Regan - 05-02-2017
Dane knew that look. The alien's dead eyes were focused, yet his gaze calculating. It was strange that such an unknown creature was capable of displaying the complex, yet slightly recognisable, expression of someone who just got dealt the perfect poker hand. Of course, some people in that hypothetical situation would outright grin, or try to maintain a blank and neutral expression. However, the one Dane knew, and used, was different. It could easily be confused with the more focused or even grim expression of someone trying to win - yet it meant something else. It was not the face of someone trying to gain a victory, it was the face of someone trying to use one. And in this case, Dane assumed the victory was him. Being used meant he was useful, and he saw that more as a compliment than a bad thing.
Putting those thoughts on hold, he listened to same fake feminine voice from before - still fighting for control against the clicks and gurgles.
Quote:“I am Axemerax, Primus of the Alignment,"
Axe-ee-mare-axe. It was strange, but not laughable. Primus, Dane had heard before. He remembered it being used for one of his homeland's Bishops - but was unsure of the significance. Alignment, Dane also understood. He knew the word, but Axemerax said it like an organisation. Without more information, it sounded like a religious title.
Quote:“Yes. I am Star-Slaver, World-razer, Reality-render, and undisputed master of a hundred worlds.”
The introduction would have sounded more fearful if not for the translator. It would have almost been laughable had many lives not died to make the statement true. His darker side still found it amusing, causing Dane to tighten the grip on his swords to restore his focus. And then blink as Axemerax seemed to shudder, before relaxing. His body then eased back into his intimidating posture.
Did he just have some sort of episode?
He does strike me as eccentric.
Maybe his hormone levels are erratic and more easily influenced by thoughts. That could have been drugs trying to counter that.
That's reasonable.
Quote:“Your… ignorance is forgivable."Why thank you. That's very kind Mr. Alien.
Quote:"I’m sure whatever backwater world birthed you still struggles with the idea of a heliocentric solar system,"Tell me about it. You can try to publish as many astronomy papers as you want, but the church always moves against them. Still, it helped with my publicity I guess.
Quote:"...let alone interstellar communications.”Like between stars?
That's... actually brilliant.
Dane knew about as much as he really could about his world. But with limited supplies and magic, he could only do so much the stars. He'd tracked the movement of other planets, and managed to bounce an artificial, yet concentrated, magic pulse off the sun to measure its distance. At the peak of his discoveries, before he was forced to keep moving, he measured the angle of a few of the brighter stars. The end result was showing that they moved. Later, he'd backtracked. While the data was relatively imprecise, he'd come to the conclusion that (assuming the other stars were massively more distant) they were at least ten to the power of sixteen metres away. A monumental distance to him. And that was only the nearest ones.
He'd dismissed the possibility of one day travelling that far, or even sending anything that distance. Even a focused message, one only varying by a mere thousandth of a degree from the intended path. Even that would be indistinguishable from the background arcane waves at such a distance. Still, his dismissal was reasonable. It took mankind centuries to even learn to control their magic in the most basic fashion. And millennia to form and teach the non-innate processes known as spells. Certainly, the large technological achievement mentioned by Axemerax would not occur in Dane's lifetime, so it might as well have not been possible.
Quote:“Now, Dane.”The translator pronounced it correctly, even if Axemerax did not.
Quote:“You said you were a scientist,”
The translator did have some tones at its disposal. Recognition and respect were used for the word "scientist".
Aww, please. You flatter me. I'm gonna blush.
We should be more interested in what he wants.
Quote:“Tell me, what is your opinion, as both a magician and a man of reason, of our… host’s claims? The ability to bend reality to our whims?”
Dane had already considered this somewhat. Matter was basically energy. Magic was basically energy. And energy was, of course, energy. Converting magic to energy and vice versa was a common practice. It was partly why mages would tire after battle, despite standing mostly in one place the whole time. Matter could theoretically be converted as well. But the energy required to replicate the conditions needed to do so was much larger than the energy that could be accessed. The inefficiencies were too large, and the process had only been truly attempted twice in Dane's known history. Both times with a large formation of skilled and powerful magic users, with the attempt to convert the mass and the energy released into usable magic.
Converting to matter, from energy or magic, would require a lot. About ten to the power of seventeen joules or a thirty-ninth order magical singularity would be needed to create just one gram of the stuff. There was a financial scandal about a decade back when someone claimed to have created gold. The claims were false, but they managed to get some money out of it from some greedy dukes before going into hiding. It was, still, technically possible.
"Omni summoned us here. So even if we do not have magic or energy at our disposal to, say, point, click, and magic something into existence, we might be able to tap into his power. Should it be available to us, we could bring something here like he did to us."
Come on baby, Daddy wants a cool hat. Even if it might be stolen.
Dane shuffled back, turned slightly to the right, and snapped both his fingers at the ground to make his point. As expected, nothing happened. He'd briefly, and naturally unsuccessfully, tried to will his limited magic into the formation of a straw, cowboy style, hat. But Dane really wanted the hat. Not really the hat itself, but a confirmation of Omni's claims. He could see the weaved straw in his mind.
Nothing happened initially, and Axemerax didn't interrupt. But after a short focus a sphere, about the size of Dane's palm, appeared in his hand. It was heavier than one might expect, yet easy enough for Dane to lift without strain. At a glance, it looked like a cloudy milk coloured ball, but when examined further other colours were precipitated inside. Small specs made a rainbow, growing, shrinking, shifting, and dancing together. There were no instructions, but Dane knew what to do.
He gritted his teeth in concentration. "This might take a while, but I can definitely make something with this." He didn't sit down, close his eyes, or do anything special. Dane simply turned back to face Axemerax square on, and began to picture his new hat. Strands flew from Omnilium, stitching together and slowly but surely forming the rounded shape of a hat between his palms. A distorted image of his imagined outcome appeared in the orb - like a confirmation of his choice. Something like this was undoubtedly complex.
If it was magic, he would have felt it. But, even if it was, he would have been very impressed at its designer. Not only did it require minimal skill to actually use, it had some innate consciousness, or at least programming, of its own. It didn't just have an algorithm for hats, it had algorithms for limitless creations. The ability to read a subjective and incomplete input, turn it into a usable description, and then create it. No user would sit there for hours trying to visualise the microscopic structure of a creation. Not that they could. They wouldn't be able to remember half of it. Picturing chessboards was one thing, but the positions of all the tiny strands and how they weaved in and out amongst each other was something else.
Although, it could read Dane's mind. That was a worry. He hadn't pushed and physical signal to the Omnilium, it just took his thoughts and will and went with it. He didn't think it would create something without his blessing, but should it read more than needed to fulfil its order - that would be a problem. But, even if Omni was using it to read everyone's thoughts, he doubted Omni had the time, or even attention span, to keep track of everything. So, rather than suppress any brain processes, Dane decided to keep them on overdrive. The more he thought, the lower the chance of anything important getting noticed - whatever Omni classified as important.
Hey! Omni! Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Vulre Oakenlimb - 05-10-2017
The Scientist Supreme’s mandibles clacked together, an irritated clicking sound building in the back of his lightly irradiated throat as he stared down the human and his magecraft. Only a human could manage this. Only a human could will forth something as mundane as a hat when presented with the entirety of creation as their clay, to sculpt and shape as they saw fit. Murmuring untranslatable curses under his breath, Axemerax’s claws unfolded, talons rending reality to ribbon as he focused his will.
Either the universe itself would align itself with its will, or one of them would shatter while attempting to impose their laws on the other.
The Primus did not earn his position as the head of his own interstellar empire simply by kowtowing to abstract concepts such as physics, morals, or the more common perceptions of space-time.
The world broke before Axemerax did. Insanity and ingenuity ignited within his ravaged mind, setting neurons aflame as double helixes swam across his sight. Tendrils of iridescent power wrapped around his claws, coruscating ribbons of power cascading over him, spittle seeping from his jaws as he focused the entirety of his existence on this moment, this power, this feeling of supreme control. It was an experience unparalleled in his many years of life, creation at his fingertips as he impressed his will upon it.
Yes. Yes. YES!
Proteins coalesced out of pure power, a genetic code buried deep within the recessed remnants of his mind being pried forth and thrown under the harsh light of his intellect. The first creature to die beneath him, dissected and torn apart at a molecular level to feed the rapacious appetite for discovery enkindled within him. Keratin folded around itself as the claws of the beast began to come together, the helixes entwining themselves together as scales, flesh, and bone apparated out of the air.
It took several minutes of focus, the toxins he sought to use to douse the flames of his mind burning away as his mind was set aflame. Eventually, he uncurled his gauntlet, a Dune-newt idle upon his palm, its tongue slipping forth from its jaws as it licked solid black eyes, claws tapping upon tempered steel as it began to crawl. “Life.” It clambered over the structure of his sarcophagus, seeking the heat coming from the systems embedded deep within. Was there a limit to their newfound powers of creation?
“We can create existence itself, shape reality to our whims, and you… you create a hat?” Axemerax spat the words, but the consistent monotone of his translator rendered it in a more neutral tone. The sorcerer shrugged, their new hat cocked at a jaunty angle. “I figured it’s best to start small. Besides, we don’t know if we’re stealing these things from our world, or creating them.”
“Caution is highly overrated,” mandibles clicked together as he spoke, paralytic toxins dripping from his maw. “Nothing should stop progress, or your ambition. Not laws. Not morals. You do not seek 15 minutes of glory, or to surround yourself with fools grown fat on the spoils of war. You build whatever machine you deem necessary to pierce the hells and heavens, and in the last few moments of their existence, you punish them for presuming they could demand your allegiance.”
They leaned closer, strands of toxic spittle hanging between their three jaws, their armour humming as it built power, the pest they had created concealing itself in the crevices of the durasteel plating. The Primus’s prosthetic eyes struggled to convey what he felt, ancient alien flesh twisting itself into an expression of annoyance, tinged with disappointment.
“You will accomplish precious little with a hat.”
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Dane Regan - 05-10-2017
We could have made countless things, and we chose a hat?
Dane thought to himself as he placed the object on his head lopsidedly, with a dumb expression on his face, before returning his hands to his swords. The ball of Omnilium has melted back into his body after completing it's purpose.
Quote:“We can create existence itself, shape reality to our whims, and you… you create a hat?”He agrees.
It was actually a fair option. It confirmed that we can create, or summon, things. It doesn't reveal anything about our combat strength, style, or ability; it will probably make Axey underestimate us; and it was simple enough that it didn't take too long to create.
And we wanted a hat.
That too. And I didn't want to mess up our first creation. Now we can bring it everywhere like some magical artefact.
“I figured it’s best to start small. Besides, we don’t know if we’re stealing these things from our world, or creating them.” Dane reasoned, shrugging. Although, he was fairly sure they were being created, he didn't want to eliminate the possibility of stealing yet. That did bring up the question if he, Axe, and the others were created here - but Dane's memories and complex background made him put that possibility to the back of his mind for now. It contradicted with Omni, who had stated, "You interest me, so I have made you part of [the Omniverse]". If Dane was created for this world, Omni wouldn't have been able to find him interesting prior to him coming here. That said, Dane did consider this to be a topic of interest for later due to the lack of proper explanation for his presence here. Especially the part where Omni has said he was "nothing" without Omnilium, which seems to suggest he was created here. It all seemed contradicting, like he was missing something. Dane figured he would probably kick himself later should the answer be obvious.
Quote:“Caution is highly overrated,”replied Axemerax. His monotone voice left much to interpretation.
Quote:“Nothing should stop progress, or your ambition. Not laws. Not morals. You do not seek 15 minutes of glory, or to surround yourself with fools grown fat on the spoils of war. You build whatever machine you deem necessary to pierce the hells and heavens, and in the last few moments of their existence, you punish them for presuming they could demand your allegiance.”
That sets off a lot of warning sirens.
I agree, I don't think getting involved with his schemes will actually benefit us. If he's here, the chances are there's probably someone else like him. And probably some resistance to it with other "interesting" individuals. He might have been able to have that attitude where he was from, but he'll get crushed here. Supporting him will likely just make enemies for us, and we don't want that. We want the allies and support to pursue research in magic and technology, and perhaps to meet Omni as well.
He ain't exactly a nice guy, and that just makes him seem impulsive. He's definitely got some self control, but caution is underrated if anything. Maybe he meant fear, that's overrated. It achieves nothing.
If he wanted us to make a death weapon, he should have made it himself.
Quote:“You will accomplish precious little with a hat.”Axemerax spat over the translated dialogue.
The hat has already accomplished something. We know rough details about what we can create and how long it will take.
You never know, that hat could block out a blinding light enough to make a decisive difference one day.
He's probably just jealous.
Dane straightened his back to decrease their difference in height by at least a small margin, before opening his mouth to speak boldly. "I beg to differ. Caution is paramount when following ambitions. It never prevents them, only delays at most. And, it assures that you will succeed. It just needs to be used well. Being wary when crossing a rickety old bridge, for example, is perfectly warranted. Test it before risking everything and plunging to your doom. Sure it took you longer to cross the bridge, and only if you were under a very pressing time limit would it be worth running across like a madman regardless. But that begs the question, is it worth it? Is the gain worth the risk? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. But why do you even care? Does it really matter if you fail and don't succeed? Maybe, maybe not."
Dane paused briefly to recompose his thoughts before continuing, he needed to stop going off on tangents. "But then there's you. You just want dominion over the world and it's people. Why? And what then? And what after that? Because you think you're better than everyone else? Because you enjoy fighting back against the new enemies you've made, until either of you crumbles? Or because you think you can rule better than anyone else? Either way, you're nothing without people to follow and submit to you. If everyone said no, leaving you on your own, you would get no where. I do not care about the wars or battles you've won or lost. They say nothing about you, only that you got lucky by having weak followers, or had secondaries that were near copies of yourself." Again, he projected his voice, but a slight tint of apathy resonated alongside.
That's slightly wrong, all things considered. Winning a battle decisively does say good things. Management of resources and soldiers to secure an outcome, especially when it looks like a loss is likely, or you're outnumbered. It's more the way he brags about domination that gives me a bad opinion of him. Bragging about coordinating a defence against some big bad army would have more of an impact on me. And using the victory to secure peace and an end to the war more so.
"And I will not become one of them, Axemerax. If you push me, I will push back. My agenda is my own." Dane drew his shorter sword, and idly played with it in his left hand - not in a directly aggressive way. "All that said, what's the point? You're here in some new world and no one besides maybe Omni knows who you are. Why not consider a new goal? One that was nigh impossible before? Heck, if you were just searching for a rival, you've got Omni - the likely provider of the power we now wield."
Despite Dane's outburst, Axemerax didn't really bother him. A perceptive listener might have noticed that from the lack of passion in his voice. Dane could relate to the desire to control or rule over a world, though for him it was just to promote knowledge and good ways of thinking. He wished banging people's heads together helped in that department, but he suspected it probably wouldn't. Not that he had much test data to support either conclusion. That said, he didn't see the alien as a reliable partner. Though that didn't mean much. Outside of soldiers following his orders, only three individuals he'd met had followed his criteria. All of which were dead due to Dane's actions - directly or otherwise, he knew it was his responsibility.
When it came to motives, Dane was unsure what Axemerax had hoped to gain in his past (assuming what he said was true). But he thought it was most likely that either the alien simply wanted to dominate other beings, or was looking for a challenge. Dane could respect the latter somewhat. He had to. He'd been the same and done the same, albeit in a different way. He was even doing it now somewhat by potentially provoking his conversation partner. It was originally an unconscious habit of his that he'd become aware of and embraced. Provoking or setting up potential fights with dangerous individuals or parties just so he could best them. And if they started it physically, as what usually occurred, he was just executing self defence. They were to blame for any violence, not him. Though he doubted that would hold up in court back home anymore since he'd had half the dukes and the church on his back. Now though, he probably should be more careful, he thought. He didn't even know if there were enforced laws here, or if they remained the same as back home - though he suspected most laws would be fairly similar. All sapient creatures were basically the same in thought after all, Dane figured, despite his lacking sample size.
On second thoughts, this hat is kinda itchy.
Quote:OOC note: I'm not trying to set us up for a fight here, though I guess I'd be game if you want to duel at level 1 or if it's in Axemerax's character to initiate one. Dane was willing to act more submissive when Axemerax was manipulating from the sidelines, but when Axe started broadcasting his more militaristic agenda directly, Dane decided to jump off that ship before it could sail.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Vulre Oakenlimb - 05-14-2017
“Fool,” Axemerax snarled, primal instincts not fully suppressed by civilization inciting him to bloodshed. “Do not speak of conquest as if it is such a triviality. Do you think I simply circulated a petition to build my empire?” He leaned forward, pressing the steel scythes that had long since replaced his fingers to his armoured torso. “Do you think the thousand warlords of Merax so readily kneeled to honeyed words and sweet nothings? That every being would so easily bow to reason and rationality?”
Burn him. Let him beg penance as his bones are charred black by atomic fire.
Axemerax did not dismiss the voice. It raged in the back of his mind, drenching each and every word that exited his maw in slick, sable oil, and setting it alight as they rolled off his toxic tongue. “No. I conquered a thousand warring nation-states and bent them to my will. I stole a thousand thousand slaves from cruel masters, and shattered the shining spires of those who would name themselves lords of my world.”
A piston-driven foot slammed down against the void beneath them as he twisted, what little patience he had for fools being consumed by the conflagration within his psyche. “And You. You who had accomplished so little that you have already forgotten whatever warped world that birthed you. You speak of secondaries and of having the option to simply deny my dominion. I did not acquire my status by simply willing victory into existence. I was a mortal, same as you, same as the men I crushed underneath my claws.”
The newt cowering amidst the carbon-fibre finish of his armour lept from the plates, no longer able to tolerate the growing tension, and the rapidly rising temperature within the internal subsystems set inside of the Scientist Supreme’s armour. Omnillium flowed within the cabling, seeking to awaken Axemerax’s arsenal, coruscating ribbons of iridescence hidden beneath the hulking mass of protective plating.
“You say I am nothing without followers, subjects that obey my will. What does that make you, Dane? You who stand alone before me, you who have nothing but one-point-four meters of steel by your side.” He spat with no small amount of literal and metaphorical venom, a pinprick of cerulean flame seeming to blossom within his mechanical eyes. “You mistake weakness for strength, the inability to change the world touted as wisdom. Speak your half-formed thoughts that you think masquerade as philosophy, but ask yourself what you have accomplished.”
He raised a hand, a sapphire set into its palm glowing as a holographic projection of a world glimmered in the empty air. Endless dunes cascaded over its surface, broken up by rocky mesas and cliffs, rare oases nestled in the shade offered by the stone spires. A grey dot, somewhere between the colour of rotten flesh and the cold steel of a gun’s barrel, slowly slid across the southern hemisphere. “I started with nothing,” he said, his voice somewhat soft as he felt the pull of Nostalgia. “And so I reached out and took what I deserved.” The dot grew, blossoming over the blasted landscape, like a malignant tumor subsuming the multicoloured empires that had once spread across the planet’s surface. “And I took,” he intoned, detonations blossoming across the world, rendering the technological marvels of his rivals into rubble. “And I took,” as atomic fire erupted in pillars of pyrotechnic fury. As rivals blinked out of existence, the grey tide washing over the world, he spoke once more: “Until there was nothing left to take.”
Conflagratory columns rose from the ruined world, spacecraft and shuttles born aloft by arson. The planet faded away, replaced by a rapidly expanding field of stars, the steel grey of The Alignment continuing its exponential expansion. The Primus clenched their fist, claws erasing the holographic projection of all that they had accomplished, the sole remaining record of their glory. With a heavy sigh, they blinked, the burning chains of Ones and Zeroes that had begun to shackle their surroundings fading from their sight, returned to the psychological purgatory from which they came.
“You ask why I would not so easily abandon the world I left behind. I fought for it. I bled for it. I killed for it. I created it. And if I must create it again, it will be on the bones of the being that thought it could invalidate every sacrifice my people and I made for it.”
Quote:Apologies for any lateness, I know you like to post a lot more often than I do.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Dane Regan - 05-15-2017
Any doubts Dane had over the legitimacy of Axemerax's claims faded as the alien's conviction became present. Dane wasn't taken aback, per se, and he did have to make himself acknowledge more work went into world domination than he had implied - although that was fairly obvious. After all, if all conquering a country required was a loud mouth and an apparent strong will, a lot more people would attempt (and succeed) in doing so. Which was probably a good thing. That said, he didn't expect Axemerax to have quite as firm belief towards military dominion as he did. He came off as crazy, insane even, but the will seemed genuine - even through the translator. Dane couldn't really understand that. He didn't get the point. Why bother? All he could think off was Axemerax having some mad desire for power, a god complex, or a general belief he was the best one for the job. Or a mixture of the three.
That was an assumption Dane hated making. He'd pretty much assumed Axemerax was "just a crazy person", and his being screamed against it. All intelligent beings should be rational. Have motives and reasoning behind their every action - and only appear not to when deprived of the information to fully choose the best option. Should someone ever give the reasoning "I don't know" for a decision, he deemed it was usually because they thought it was a good choice/would be fun at the time, but now realise the actual consequences. Or because the wanted to see what would happen - out of a childish interest Dane could very much relate to. Intentionally antagonising Axemerax fit that category. Alternatively, the person just didn't want anyone else to know their motives or reasoning. Due to Dane's lack of mind-reading capabilities, Axemerax didn't appear rational - and thus his reasoning was unknown. It was like being given a squiggly random-looking sketch of a function and told to continue it, with no information besides the limited range of the graph given. There could be a stationary point or a point of inflection not far away, and Dane would never predict it. That is to say, Axemerax could suddenly turn around weapons drawn and attack at a more unexpected moment, or look like he's going to, before handing Dane a better sword. Admittedly, one of those looked much more likely than the other.
All that said, if Axemerax was going to attack him, he'd probably have done it already. The alien didn't have any weapons drawn and probably couldn't use magic. And he didn't appear to be built for speed, so Dane was still fairly confident as he replayed Axemerax's words in his head to formulate a reply. As with many debates or arguments, each good point or comment made by one side probably had at least two good counterarguments. And if everything was responded to, a verbal dispute would reach the point where neither side could hope to even remember the majority of an opposition speech - though this was usually prevented by people trying to shout over each other instead of actually listening. Dane had to commend Axemerax in that department, but it meant some comments would have to be dismissed, conceded, or ignored for the discussion to progress in good timing.
"Let's talk about me first, mmkay?" Dane clicked his middle finger against his thumb on his right hand. "I haven't forgotten about my old home, I just don't care about it. The way I see it, I'm too good for most of them. And I have enough books lying about and getting distributed that they probably won't miss me much. They were on all sorts, if you're wondering." Dane raised his right hand and began counting on the fingers. "Farming and Agriculture: Better Methods, What is Magic?, Everyday uses of Mathematics and the Arcane - for Everyone, Physics and Astronomy, The Art of Deductions and Logic." Dane raised the sword in his left hand, using his lack of additional fingers as a guise to execute the satisfying motion. "And lastly, Military Arts and Strategy Revised."
He decided to omit his more morally questionable exploits with the aim of playing off the moral high ground. "Most are probably pretty mundane, or partly wrong, compared to what you have. But for context, we still have people who think The Earth is flat. Yeah, I didn't really do a lot besides considerably reduce the poverty rate in non-urban areas in a few years. Still, the mathsy-science-magic part was pretty cool and I can redo any of that regardless of location."
Dane wondered if his dismissiveness was carried though the translation. He had mostly begun to feel that way about his life not long before he woke up here. Besides general improvements to some peoples lives, he hadn't really changed the way anyone thought. In general, people still made the same bad financial decisions, weren't inquisitive about the world, were generally content in ignorance, and were incapable of devising their own methods to deal with unknown or complex problems. Heck, he had some people believing spiders had six legs because of what he wrote in his book. An intentional mistake, with a retrospectively hilarious outcome.
Now for the fun part.
"Anyway, besides my original editor and the people that distributed that stuff, it was pretty much all me." Dane's face darkened. "I made my world better for the people that live in it. Can you say the same? Can you really? Did your power trip bring food to the poor as well as fuel your god complex? All you can really boast for is setting yourself up as top dog. Not because you're the smartest, or strongest, or even the best leader. But because you got lucky. Look back on it all you want, but I bet there are apparent moments of chance, a lot of them. Relying on your generals for one. And relying on people submitting to you being another. One loud individual could have easily united everyone against you and let their numbers win. That is, of course, assuming you were fighting against other people also in the interstellar travel age, and not those like me. If you only won by having better tech, then that's even more of a lucky achievement than a well fought one. You just happened to be born in the right place at the right time."
Dane spun his shortsword about loosely, pivoting it about the hilt. "That said, I don't believe you answered my question. I get you're a bit peeved someone took away your project; I mean, I'd be pretty annoyed if someone kicked over my sandcastle. But what was the point of it to begin with? Why bother taking over the world? Why order the deaths of countless individuals? And what after that?" Dane paused briefly.
Drawing his longsword with his right hand, but leaving it in a relaxed reverse grip, Dane continued. "You can speak of deserving your dominion. You can speak of all the time you invested. You can speak of all the people you crushed of those that submitted to you. But all I'm hearing is the ramblings of a madman who wasted his time and most of his life committing or ordering pointless acts of violence under some twisted, nonsensical, desire for power." He shrugged, shuffling the shield on his back to a more secure position.
That didn't go as well as Dane wanted. He almost stumbled over the words, and he'd unconsciously resorted to ad hominem. While Axemerax was the equivalent of an organised intergalactic serial killer, Dane hated arguing from a moral basis. He wasn't really sure why he was arguing, he just was. The guy had criticised him making hat and somehow a debate about each others life achievements had started. He knew he couldn't compete against anyone who has conquered so much in the scale of things, but he wasn't going to just admit that. He was still better than Axemerax in general - he had years of his life left, and with the potential promise of immortality even more remained. Axemerax was old, when he reached that age, he'd probably have achieved a lot more of worth, surely. And here, in the Omniverse, even with his severe lack of knowledge, he was convinced he had an advantage in that regard.
Quote:OOC Note: I could have come up with better arguments for Dane to use, but I think it's probably better for me to use the ones I think of sooner, because unlike me, he doesn't have hours to think.
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Vulre Oakenlimb - 05-21-2017
Molten fire ran through Axemerax’s veins, waging an eternal war against the chemical slurry that sought to extinguish it. Scenarios ran through the alien’s mind, each one offering a solution to the irritant before him. While many of the options involving the immediate and violent end of Reagan were undoubtedly cathartic and effective, it would…
Send a message. Leave his flayed carcass to howl your name across these empty wastes as a warning to any who would stand against you.
The Overlord of the Alignment rapped his talons against his armoured arms, a thick, purple tongue, slick with toxins running over the fangs set into his trisected jaws.
Break his will, then his body.
“Those who can, do, Dane. Those who can’t… write books. All those texts, and you honestly think a single one of them served any purpose, save salving your worthless ego?”
Gears and pistons shifted in his mechanical legs as he moved, beginning to pace, to stalk, slavering at the thought of his victory.
“And for what purpose did you write those books, Dane? You say yourself that you don’t care about your world, and claim a shift in statistics as your responsibility.” His teeth ground together, like flint being struck together over a heap of kindling, one spark away from igniting. “You wrote them for fame, for recognition: To become so acclaimed that you would achieve immortality through your legacy. Did you honestly think some pre-industrial peasants huddled in a hovel would be able to actually read your inane texts? That they’d even consider that some self-professed scholar and scientist knew their fields better than them?”
Axemerax’s palms began to glow, perfectly organized ranks of half-robotic soldiers marching in lockstep hovering over his claws, their translucent forms marked with the sigil adorning the Alien Overlord’s chestplate. “Because I can assure you that, if your knowledge of agriculture is as lacking as your awareness of warfare, you most certainly do not.” The holographic warriors raised their railguns, hyperkinetic projectiles issuing forth from magnetic muzzles to scythe down those who refused to fall in line with the wishes of the Primus.
“Do you think everything I claimed for my own was mere luck? Do you think that nobody tried to unite the disparate science-states and stop my conquest?” Axemerax pressed closer, his breath hot and humid, a scent like salt-soaked steel emanating from his maw. “That I was born with some inherent advantage, save my own mind?”
He hissed as he took a step back, pounding a ferrous fist into his palm. “My birthright was a scrap-covered corner of a boiler room and a socket wrench. I did not lead a conquest of primitive tribes, armed with plasma cannons and arc emitters. I set out to establish my dominion over a world of near-equals.”
“And I succeeded,” he intoned, energy coursing through the circuits beneath his armour plating. “I did not blunder my way through life, relying entirely on luck and chance. I forged my own path through the uncaring tides of the universe.”
“And why, you ask? Why did I set myself to conquest, while you satisfied yourself with claiming credit for some insignificant change in statistics?” He took a step closer, tempered talons seeking to drive themselves deep into the emptiness beneath the two primes.
“Because I could. Because I didn’t want to be like you, Dane. I had no desire to become a shrivelled husk of a man, unable to muster enough strength or courage to change the world. I looked upon a realm of kings, and sought to make myself an Emperor. My name is carved into the crust of a thousand worlds, because I was the one who etched it into the stone. It was not by accident of birth or by fortune’s favour that I did this. By Hook and by Crook, I bettered myself, and my people. A thousand worlds fed an industry the likes of which the galaxy had ever seen, a thousand worlds fed a populace that had previously known only the bleak deserts of Merax. If anyone ever notices your absence, will anyone care? What legacy have you left, Dane Reagan? One of worthless words and far too few deeds? A man that was never able to overcome his own apathy and truly change the world?”
Axemerax stepped closer, steel claws dangerously close to digging into the human’s flesh through their leather boots. “Say what you will about the cost of my actions: the lives lost, the worlds ruined. But you will know this: I do not regret a single moment of it. I am not content to struggle under the shackles of another, to work within their arbitrary laws. I forge my own path in life, unlike you. The man that accomplished naught with his life but scrawling his ramblings down on parchment, and thinks that gives him the obligation to lecture another on how to bend the knee and surrender, to embrace a life of mediocrity.”
He could taste fire on his tongue, the maddening call to conflagration attempting to set his mind aflame. There were a thousand ways to dissect the being in front of him, to tear open their heart and see if there was but the smallest fragment of something inside of them that would make this promise of immortality more than a mere 27-Sigma dream.
“And now, Reagan. You have displayed an almost amusing inability to understand the concepts of military conquest, ambition, rulership, and even of your own contribution to whatever backwards society spawned you. And I, I have run out of patience for fools.”
He raised his hand, claws shining under the sourceless light that illuminated the seemingly endless plains of pure nothingness that surrounded them. Presumably, there was a way to exit this land. If not, then this must be the afterlife that Dane would believe Axemerax deserved: An eternity being forced to debate an idiot. “As such, I would recommend you run. While I suspect you may have been assaulted by a riding animal in your youth, resulting in severe brain damage, I am nonetheless unable to allow such an insult to pass unchallenged.” The Primus leaned closer, the translucent toxins dripping from his maw obvious. “Or, in words you might find easier to understand: You are annoying. I will beat you until your annoying breathing stops, unless you start running very far, and very fast.”
RE: I'll take it as a compliment - Dane Regan - 05-22-2017
Because he could. Murderer of many, destroyer of worlds, et cetera, et cetera. Because he could.
It did make sense in part. There weren’t really any other reasons Dane could conceive for such a conquest. Not that doing something because you can was considered much of one. It was akin to a parent saying “because I said so” to a child, and slightly worse than the reasoning of “because it’s the right thing to do” or “because it’s wrong”. Obviously, if you’re doing something, you’re probably not thinking “I am doing this because it’s the wrong thing to do”; you thinking your actions are right can be implied, making the answer completely worthless. Yes, in subtext you could be implying, “I am doing this to help you despite it putting me in a disadvantageous situation” or something similar - but Dane still didn’t like the phrases. A logical reason was better than an emotional or arbitrary one any day. And someone who chose to give poor reasoning when they clearly had the time to provide an explanation was thus resented by Dane.
Yes, a full justification of one’s actions usually wasn’t needed. But when one person genuinely wanted to know the reasoning you'd give, brushing off their enquiries was an insult to their intelligence.
“Stop reading books and go to bed Dane.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Why? Why do you say so?”
“Because I am your mother, and you will go to bed as I say, because I said so.”
Needless to say, Dane was never an obedient child.
Because he could. It was still a dumb reason, if anything. Not something to be proud of. He could become a grandmaster at chess. He could have spent his time improving the quality of life in his existing empire. He could kill himself. There’s plenty of things Axemerax could do. Why world domination? Perhaps, Dane thought, a better reason might have been because he couldn’t. The end goal no one could ever be expected to accomplish. The challenge. Getting the highest land owned, in a lifetime. Power. Just an instinct to do things, just to see if you can do them, which was relatable in part.
“Can I use magic without mana?”
“Why can’t I?”
“Can I do anything about that?”
“Can I do what I want without magic?”
All were common thoughts Dane had had revolving around attempting to do something he couldn’t. Being in a new environment with potentially new powers brought back their relevance, but that could be considered later.
Axemerax’s comments on Dane were ignored. They were wrong. He never wrote for fame. His texts made a difference. People read them, and if they couldn’t read, many non-theory sections had diagrams and pictures. Axemerax couldn’t know anything about what Dane specifically knew. Tactics, magic, science, agriculture. All the alien knew was Dane was essentially from the past, albeit an alternate one. The claims were baseless, and even if not, given Dane’s situation he believed his plethora of information was quite well formed and noteworthy. And no, he did certainly not have brain damage.
But Dane was guilty of the same. He’d assumed many things about the alien. Some were probably wrong. But the guy was lucky, regardless of what he thought. Anything that relies on too many others might as well be down to luck, and Axe’s aims required a lot of assistance. He put in time, and work, and probably risked his life. Literally none of that mattered now. Dane still had everything he’d worked on somewhere in his head; Axemerax just had the tools he brought with him - his empire gone. Given the nature of Axemerax and his conquest, Dane found it slightly amusing. He’d have laughed right there and then if he was in a more defensible stance.
But he wasn’t. And getting in a fight right next to what seemed to be a universal spawn point probably wasn’t a great idea. Anyone could come by, and join either side. It was too unpredictable, and Dane didn’t want to test the alien’s patience - for now. Not that he doubted the victor. His swords infused with magic would cut Axemerax, and his opponent’s only weapon was biology. The claws, and the toxins dripping from his maw, and maybe teeth. All of which was shorter range. Dane could outspeed easily, and he had a good metre of steel to add to his arm length. He could fight Axemerax. He could win; initiating the fight just because he could. He might even earn himself some respect.
This wasn’t a loss. Dane just had better things to do. He wasn’t conceding to the alien. He was leaving now before his time could be wasted any further. Bragging about that, or pointing it out, would only make the opposite seem more true. Thus, he was limited in the comments he could make - not that making a grand exit was a skill Dane possessed in the first place; entrances maybe, but leaving first always felt awkward. He could be formal. Informal. Just turn around and leave. But that was boring. He had to leave at least some impression. Throwing his short sword and running would do that, but he liked that sword. And as fun as running from a big fat alien was (and it really would have been fun), he really wasn't feeling it today.
The itchy hat however, not that Dane would admit it was anything but perfect, fit nicely. Dane backed away reflexively to give himself some space, sheathed his shortsword with his left hand, and reached up to tip his hat slightly forward. “I’m touched that you think so highly of me. But I guess I’ll take my leave now.” He flicked his left wrist, sending the straw hat flying forwards like a frisbee, heading straight towards Axemerax’s head. Before Dane could see the outcome, he swiftly turned around and ran. "You're welcome," he called over his shoulder, dragging out the syllables.
His three-minute summon could have been torn to shreds, bounced off, landed on a head or claw. He didn’t know, nor did he look back to find out. He did, of course, did still imaging Axemerax standing there, frozen and shocked, with a cowboy hat perfectly on the top of his head. The unexpectedness of the situation made for sheer hilarity in his mind. It was beautiful. The collection of clicks, gurgles, and grunts he faintly heard as leaving informed him that Axemerax probably did not agree with his assessment. Or maybe he did. All the alien words sounded the same to him.
Quote:--Exit Dane--
He's off to a random area I'm rolling for. You can do your wrap up if you want. Thanks for rping with me, it was fun.