CoLC crossover RP, main thread

Eve reminded Rex that he had been frozen and stabbed, something which Ben was surprised to hear. He was fine, they were exaggerating.

"The sword only hit my build, that doesn't count. And you can thank Jack for the ice. I'm okay, really. I do this kind of thing for a living"

Going back to the nanite talk, Eve explained that in her world they were extremely rare, especially her particular kind. Time to test more theories.

"Let me guess, you can't remember why you have nanites, right?"

Jack winced slightly at his accidental insult towards the man's brother. "Wow, that's uh, quite the height difference. Sorry."

The spirit turned to look back at the Fanboy, then glanced out at the fight outside. It looked back, but no way was he going to not try with that demon still in the library. "Yeah, I'm sure. Something bad is happening at the library."

He shifted focus to Lothric, and place a hand on the man's shoulder. "Hey, I have a way we might be able to get back. But, we'll need to go near that. Are you up for it?"

Lucas was lingering around awkwardly, waiting for something to do. It was then that he noticed the mess that was Curly's body. He rushed over to help when he realized exactly what was under her skin. She wasn't a human, she was a machine. Just the thought of a humanoid machine was enough to give Lucas thoughts of his brother, and with them anger at technology in general.

Lucas might have just walked away without trying to patch her up due to the emotions it stirred up if he wasn't in possession of a clear mind. Curly definitely had a soul, as a being without a soul would act like Claus did. It was just superficial similarities, Lucas didn't need to worry about it.

With the issue resolved, or perhaps forced out of his head, Lucas used PSI Life Up Alpha on her. Light injuries got a light treatment, after all.

Eve|Library|Uncomfortable Subject Go!

Ben asked about the others, confused by Train and Sven but picking Rinslet.

"Green-haired one is Sven, black-haired is Train."

Then Rex asked if she had amnesia, which was weird. Maybe it was a side effect of nanomachines from his world? Unfortuanetly, she remembered exactly why she had nanomachines. She was pretty sure that she would prefer amnesia to her current situation.

"Amnesia is not a problem for me."

It was her memories that were troublesome. It was pretty clear from her tone that she really didn't want to talk about it ^note  Clear to anyone with social skills at least, and I'm pretty sure we know by now that Rex doesn't really have any .

Sans supplied that Jack had probably died and Caro probably knew more than he did on the matter, before moving to skedaddle.

_{"I wasn't talking to you,"} he muttered, barely audible, in a cold tone blatantly opposite that of the nurturing one he'd been giving Curly only moments before. He doubted Sans had heard it, and didn't look to see if he had, instead continuing to move toward Caro as he'd been doing anyway, as she searched the tables.

The sangheili took a step back and drew his plasma rifle as Cole went all glowy eyed and strange voiced, but this was more of a military trained precaution than any sort of fear. "Whatever kind of human made demon you are, I care not for your words of trickery. Leave me be, or else if you confront me again, I'll have your head" the sangheili said, then moved to walk away while keeping his senses alert if Cole tried to sneak up on him.

His thoughts idly turned to those of irritation towards the anti-humans for their lack of action against the unholy humans; particularly the ogre Del'Guk and their conflict in the shuttle earlier that day. Although he currently thought of it as an impractical, if not impossible notion, he couldn't help but keep thinking of how much he would enjoy openly attacking humans in the city as he pleased.

Silanea looked at Sans and was silent for a moment. "... Tuudol didn't make it; I think he died when that attack hit us, but I'm not certain. Plus a couple others you don't know" Silanea admitted, her tone a little solemn but not very, probably considering that she then added, "but at least they'll be fine somewhere else in the city." Then she looked out the windows at the ongoing space war as she considered Sans' recommendation. "So we just sit back and do nothing? Well, I don't think there's much we could do out there anyway. I suppose that may be for the best" she said, agreeing with his assessment.

"Yeah, that's our plan as well" Fastanook mentioned, then glanced around. "Nobody ever answered me about being too critical to stay here, but it looks like everyone's well enough to me" the gremlin added.

Silanea then turned, raising an eyebrow slightly as Curly addressed her. "Yes I am. What of it?" Silanea asked, folding her arms.

"Something bad is going on at the library? Damn, that sucks" the Fanboy said, his sympathy sincere, though he didn't sound concerned about it.

"Well, just one last thing for you to consider man. This day's been going for a while, and the guys on the radio said the star turned red probably as a signal of nighttime. So I mean, I don't know how long you've got to even get there before the day changes, you know? Not that I don't blame you if you still want to go, but..." the Fanboy trailed off, uncertain how to finish his sentence, and ultimately figured that he probably had said enough that Jack got the idea.

edited 6th Dec '16 11:54:07 PM by FirockFinion

Cole glared after the sangheili, then rather stubbornly followed after him, making no effort to hide the sounds that he was doing so. "I am not 'human made'. I created myself, this form is what I came to be. And you are still having thoughts...feelings of wishing to attack and destroy humans here. Why? I understand Silanea's fear, I have seen why she does, but you bear no threat from them, especially not here in this place. You are called 'elite' by humans for a reason. And here, we are surrounded, every day, with worse threats than anything any of the humans could inflict on us, but you focus all your hatred on them. Do you not see the ignorance in that?"

Library - A wild (flame haired) skeleton appears!

As Caro finally reached where the bag had been left and began to search through its remaining contents, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something purple swaying closeby. Turning around, she the other, more flame haired, skeleton that she knew.

"Oh, hey there, Lewis. Nice to see you again," she said. Noticing that he seemed to be worried about something, she quickly added, "Is something the matter?"

edited 7th Dec '16 9:52:06 AM by JamesShields

Caro found what she was looking for, a bag on one of the tables that she quickly looked through before noticing him trailing her. When she did notice, she asked if something was up.

"I was just wondering if you saw Jack. There's snow everywhere but no sign of him and it's worrying," he answered, in a voice entirely neutral compared to both the warmth and coldness before.

Viola I Prison I FINALLY, someone decent

Someone is actually worried about my well-being here? That's a nice change of pace for once, from how most of everyone else back in the library doesn't seem to care about me when that happened, save for a select few. And some of them even call themselves 'heroes', the hypocritical lot, who did nothing when I, a normal girl, was beaten around by the strongest being in the entire City and instead ganged up on the woman that tried to help me.

Well, they certainly got me deceived.

That aside, I was grateful for that. So I smiled and muttered a small "Thank you," to the man who was considerate enough to check up on my condition. It's nice to know that there are still decent people like him around.

I then turned my head to check the doctor out in practice, who'd begun to instruct the militia. He's odd, but certainly no odder than the things I've seen. And the militia seems to trust him despite how nonchalant he's being, so I'm inclined to do the same.

edited 7th Dec '16 4:45:10 PM by JustSomeGuy732

Ben frowned a little bit at Rex when Eve started looking upset. He crossed his arms, then looked over at Thomas. "Well, uh, now that the demon is dealt with, the City Knights should regroup," he replied. "Our next order of business is finding a good HQ. Eve, Thomas, either of you have any ideas? I'm gonna contact Caro, Lune and Plague Knight to see if they have any in a moment," he explained. "I'm just glad you two are okay."

edited 7th Dec '16 3:28:36 PM by AllHailThrall

Lothric

"Yes. He is the greater man than myself." The way Lothric worded that sentence, it seemed like he didn't refer to Lorian's height only.

"That said, I ought to reconcile with him as soon as possible. I fear that left by himself he may not be easy to placate, so if you have any ideas how to get back there, I would be willing to listen." He grunted before looking over at the Fanboy offering him popcorn. "Popcorn? Whatever would that be?"

Curly raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in Lewis' demeanor when Sans tried to answer his question before the ghost left to talk to Caro. Did something happen between them? Her brief curiosity about those two was interrupted as her wounds suddenly felt warm as the synthetic skin knit itself back together under the influence of Lucas' abilities. She felt her now healed leg, and then looked over to see Lucas. "You fixed me... with magic?" Curly said curiously, the few times she'd seen magic it was intended to make someone miserable or dead "That's a first. Thanks"

She turned to Silanea "I'd heard a little bit about the group from Miss Tairee before the city was underwater, but nothing since, so I was curious..." Curly said, then paused "...Does your group have another name though?"

edited 7th Dec '16 4:56:11 PM by BlitzTrain

Did this thing really take him for such a fool? Of course he must be some human made thing; why else would he physically look like one? He must be something akin to those demons the humans made to fight the Covenant in battle; the 'Spartans' the humans called them, he thought. It kept trying to get him to feel pity for those wretched, unholy things; it was also getting particularly annoying to the sangheili.

With a frustrated roar in his helmet, the sangheili turned slightly and then suddenly kicked one leg out, slamming his large foot into Cole's chest. The spirit was sent hurling backwards and into one of the grocery store shelves, knocking a few cans of salsa loose; the resulting mess could give someone only glancing at the situation a much worse impression of Cole's injuries than was actually the case. (While he did have a few cracked ribs and a lot of bruising, that was about it.) With a snarl that was like the sangheili equivalent of someone going 'harumph!', the alien turned and continued walking away, keeping his plasma rifle in hand.

"A good HQ? I dunno, what do we need?" Thomas asked, his tone uncertain. "All I can think of is that it would be nice to have some beds for ourselves" the young wizard added after a bit of thought.

Meanwhile, Silanea shook her head. "We've tried thinking up a good name plenty of times, but we can never really come to an agreement. 'Group of non-humans who don't like humans and want humans to leave them alone but aren't looking to antagonize humans needlessly and will only defend ourselves', is a bit too long and clumsy, and it's hard to condense into something more convenient while still getting the message across" Silanea answered Curly.

"It's a kind of snack food. Here, try some if you want" the Fanboy offered, holding his bag forward so Lothric could reach into it if he so chose. "Do you have corn in your universe? You take the kernals and dry them out, then cook them a certain way and they explosively turn inside-out, hence the name. Then you just add some melted butter and a little salt" he explained.

As it turns out, Eve didn't suffer from amnesia. That was unexpected and, honestly a bit disheartening. After learning that someone with his same abilities could actually remember her whole life unlike him, Rex just answered with a frustrated "Lucky you"

Eve's attitude made it clear that she wasn't comfortable with the conversation so Rex assumed she didn't like talking about the circumstances that gave her her powers. Whatever, what little he could remember before his life at Providence wasn't particularly nice either so he decided to drop the subject.

"So, what can you build apart from the shield and the wings?"

edited 7th Dec '16 6:48:12 PM by DeisTheAlcano

So some people did die during that mess, Sans wondered what had happened to Tuudol since he remembered Silanea telling him to join her. The dude didn't look very sturdy, so him having died wasn't too big of a surprise. At the same time, Curly brought up the topic of the name of the group which was certainly convenient.

"couldn't something like 'non-human resistance' or 'non-human alliance' work for that?" Asked Sans, scratching his head a little bit, "preferably with an icon change too, i know that the group doesn't like humans, but the focus isn't on antagonizing humans right? the way things are going right now, with us being called the 'anti-humans' and having that symbol, a lot of people are getting the wrong idea..."

He then remembered some of the stuff Rex said happened while he was busy dealing with Yael at the space ship, specifically how apparently one of the anti-humans had shot a human girl.

"plus, it ends up with the wrong kind of people joining, such as, say, that one guy who shot and almost killed a human kid for no good reason," he further elaborated, "the group's purpose is to be some kind of safe haven for non-human species right? as things are right now, we kinda sound like a hate group."

edited 7th Dec '16 6:52:10 PM by FullMoon

The Judge - Prison - There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti

The Judge, at some point, managed to wake himself up when the militia member helped him off the ship. However, once he did, he instantly threw up. It took him a few moments to realize this until it finally came to him that he did that. The Judge looked around cautiously and slooooowly backed up from his vomit. He was still a bit woozy after all that.

Library - A different kind of ice breaker

As Caro found and pulled out one of the sword shaped sandwiches, Lewis asked about what had happened to Jack. Oh boy ...

"He is ... Not here anymore ... He got killed, I saw it happen ... I had just removed and dropped a sword had been stabbed into poor Fried, when that got telekinetically picked up and throw at Jack ... He vanished pretty instantly ... " She then explained

Cole was used to being on a battlefield, and the notion of someone bigger and stronger whirling around on him wasn't foreign. In this case though, even bracing himself for the hit didn't stop the pain of the impact...either from the foot or the shelf that he got propelled into. Cole felt all the air whoosh out of him, leaving him falling to hands and knees, gasping, one hand clutching at his side at the sharp stab of pain there. For a second, all he did was wheeze, trying to control the clenching in his chest at both the familiar sense of injuries and the fact that there was seemingly no air getting through him how it should.

For a split second, his mind wondered what this impact might have felt like for the few moments he was real.

At least to Cole's senses, it felt as though an audible crack went through the air around him, something shattering in his space, in the world around him. His head whipped up again, a near snarl crossing his lips, and almost before he knew it was coming, his hand had closed around one of the cans that had fallen around him, a full one, still heavy with whatever it contained, and he was on his feet, whizzing it at the back of the sangheili's head with all the force and muster he had learned in his time with the Inquisition.

"I am trying to help you! All I have done is try to help, try to help everyone, and you keep hurting me!! Why do you keep hurting me??"

The first can would be followed up by a second, this one less full and spraying spilled salsa as it spun through the air, before Cole started towards his apparent opponent, not quite able to run, but still moving as quickly as his injury allowed, one arm still clutching at his side.

"Ah... I can understand that. Though, if Miss Tairee hadn't told me differently I'd have thought the 'Anti-Humans' were a terrorist group or something." Curly said, then paused to listen to San's comments "Guess I wasn't the only one"

Eve|Library

Eve shook her head at Ben when he mentioned places which could be a HQ. She was rather used to travelling around, but in the City, a (kind of) permanent fixture would be good.

So Rex had amnesia. She understood why he would think she was lucky because she didn't, but she would prefer amnesia to the childhood she had had.

"Have you considered asking the librarian for a book about what you can't remember? "

If the library had every book in the universe, than surely it would have one on Rex. Then he asked about what she could transform into.

"A lot. I can give myself a tail and gills, wings which you've seen, various weapons, from swords to hammers, a non-lethal projectile and right now I'm working on this."

Holding out her hand, it began to glow, and the glow spread until she had a metre and a half long medieval lance.

"It's to slow for use in battle right now, but that will change. What about you?"

So Jack had gotten stabbed with a levitating sword and died. Lewis had kinda expected that second part already, but at least he had confirmation now.

On the slightly-less-dark side, a sword through the gut still beat…well. His posture deflated just slightly as he responded with a flat "Oh."

He glanced in the general direction of a window before turning back to Caro. "I guess it’d be suicidal to go look for him out in that giant space battle of death, wouldn’t it. He can take care of himself, sure, but. It’s hard not to be just a little concerned."

At that precise moment, Lewis remembered something he’d brushed aside after the whole mess of things that had happened...and subsequently realized someone else was missing from this picture. "Wait, weren’t we going to leave in the same group as yesterday before everything went to hell? Where’s Cole? Did he turn invisible again? I just realized I haven’t seen him since."

Ben grinned upon seeing Eve turn her arm into a lance, laughing. "Oh man, that's so awesome!" he exclaimed. "Lemme try and contact the others and see what they think," he replied, pulling out his walkie talkie and setting it to the City Knights' channel. "City Knights, it's Ben. Contacting you guys to ask for you guys' opinion on setting up a full-time HQ for the Knights. Caro, Lune, Plague Knight, you guys— WHOA!" he started to ask, becoming distracted by the space battle going on outside.

"Hey, you guys seeing this?!" Ben exclaimed into the walkie talkie, looking up at the ships that were fighting. "This must be the day's challenge!"

Curly thanked him for the healing. Lucas responded to the thanks with "It's f-fine. I w-wasn't sure I could heal m-machines, but I'm glad it worked." He didn't mean to include the emphasis on machines, but it was kind of an unconscious action. He started paying attention to the current conversation. He hadn't really heard much about the non-human group before, so he lingered nearby and listened.

Eve had an interesting ideai to mitigate Rex's amnesia: Reading about his story. It was tempting but he wasn't interested in learning about his past if it was written in a book found in the library. He couldn't trust Tairee or her boss.

"No way. First rule of having amnesia: Never let your enemies fill in the blanks for you. Knowing Tairee she would probably make up a goofy story to mess with my head. Maybe something about paintings"

As for her abilities, Eve could give herself gills and a tail and also build a series of more conventional weapons like swords, hammers, and even a spear she had been working on lately.

"Whoa, I've been thinking about building a jet-ski but nothing that would help me breath underwater"

Now this was interesting. While Rex was used to showing off his builds he had never displayed them in front of someone that knew how much it took to perfect their construction.

"I've also got wings, a cannon, the smack hands, a pair of nunchuks, a bike, and this little thing" a giant orange sword sprouted from his hand. For added dramatic effect he actived the buzzsaw it had on the tip "That's just to make sure whatever I touch gets cut"