"Curious; the transparent sac seems to be some form of stomach..."
Claude was interrupted from his revery by Jane's arrival, prompting him to quickly drop the beetle and run over to greet her wit ha grin on his face.
"Greetings, Miss (here he whistled a very close approximation of Jane's true name, though ever so slightly off-key), I am Doctor Claudius De Thray, lover of the new and strange! Tell me, are you an alien of some sort or merely a heretofore unknown variety of merfolk?"
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Pretend there's something clever written here."It houses no creatures, it does not?" asked Jane, intrigued. Immediately, she reached out for the robot's chest, her metallic hand going over every detail and trying to find a handle or door to the robot's internal circuitry.
"I work by using motors and servos to move. I don't use magic. As for Jewish, they are a group of people found on the Earths.", Heavy Metal said to Ten-Tsu.
The beetles swarmed back into the jungle. The strange part was that the ones that had gotten food seemed to be herded into the center of the mass of the swarm.
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It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble."They're acting almost like ants. Gathering up food, or somethin', and taking it back to the hive?" Alma knelt on the sand, not noticing Jane's appearance as she instead watched the beetles scuttle off back into the woods. Still hugging her knees with her forearms, Alma stared off into the woods. She shook her head, as if clearing cobwebs out of her mind. Standing up she looked over at the three eyed dude, "Specifically a religious group, frequently persecuted by other religious groups. One of the most famous Golem stories is that of Judah Loew ben Bezalel who supposedly used one to defend the Prague ghetto. Of course, they're pretty single minded so you have to be careful what you tell them."
Alma winced, already with the random unnecessary lectures, "Sorry. Whoa." Finally noticing the newest arrival the pilot could only stare blankly at the, um, woman in front of her. Basic functions were still running and Alma stuck out her hook towards Jane, "Alma Wayne."
Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles."'Tis a shame that the secret to making golems was lost for so long; would have come in handy," said Claude, sporting a wicked grin.
"Can you imagine an army of those suckers marching into Berlin? Heheheh -he-haha-ha-HAHA-MUAHAHAHAHA! -ha - heh - *cough*"
Looking somewhat embarrassed at this outburst, he quickly changed the subject. "Ah, Merfolk are sentient beings who live underwater; something like a large fish with a human face and arms."
Pretend there's something clever written here."That's because they're a myth. On Earth at least," Alma said hurriedly, before shrugging in Claude's general direction as he laughed.
It had taking some persuading on her part to convince Emma to fill her in on the conduct of the war after the whole near death experience. At first she wouldn't say much more then it was all 'over'; a bit of judiciously applied persuasion had gained the whole story. Alma's eye twitched rather severely for a moment as she recalled the newspaper articles the nurse had shown her. Coughing, by reflex into her nonexistent hand Alma shrugged again, "I dunno, maybe our planes and tanks count as golems. Formed from the material of the Earth and animated through the use of symbols."
Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles."Well, I suppose by his," she indicated Ten-Tsu, "Definition yes, they both are and so are other mechanical works. However...."
Alma began pacing back and forth with her hand on her chin, "Both your, um, shell and Heavy Metal himself are machines right? Created by science not magic, though I'd be kidding if I claimed to understand how either of you work. So no, I wouldn't say they were Golems." You're lecturing again, Alma mentally chided herself yet again. It really was getting to be a bad habit, this rambling. Must've been her pent up words from the last nine years.
Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles.Keichi was doing his usual, which was calling his girlfriend just to check up on her and make sure she was alright after last night's Dai Maou fight. Right now, he was fighting a huge spider demon, and finished it off with a vertical slash down the head, and the whole thing disintegrated. He swore, these things were even starting to come out in broad daylight. Damn irritations.
These Dai Maou were just a reminder of how badly his family had screwed up over the years. Now he had Iga and demons after his blood...
He watched the demon blood evaporate from his blade, these things were definitely not normal creatures of our realm. Maybe they were sufficiently advanced alien monsters...
No, that would be a really weird twist from a really weird manga.
He called his girlfriend again and tried to sound harsh when she sounded like she was just getting up, "Are you seriously just getting up? I swear, you are so lazy."
She started the water works on the other end and he blushed very heavily, he did not want that reaction! He just wanted her to be alert...why did he screw things up so badly with his girl?
"I am so sorry, Kei-sempai...sorry for making you call me..."
He hurriedly apologized, "I-I am sorry, Hitomi-chan...don't cry..."
She managed to stop somewhat, easing his guilt if a little, "O-Okay...I can tell Kei-sempai is ashamed of me for being so easy to hurt...I'll stop crying..."
He looked shocked half to death, "Please no that's not what I me-" The phone turned off.
"Ah, dammit."
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"Uh, I guess you can say that. My body houses my internal circuits."
It comes. The corrupter comes. Don't let it touch the tower lest all reality crumble.