*It seems the screens are just covering minor possible details. Weather, radio, some hypertech-related information, tracking the location of somebody who apparently has a bit of a murderous streak... Wait, what?*
"...Hmm..."
*Slowly, he stands up from where he was sitting, taking a look in one particular direction for a few seconds, then glancing back at everyone else present to avoid drawing any suspicion.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me."Yes, my little sister Neuff is quite active here... all of my sisters share the same red hair, green eyes and enhanced physicals statistics and powers."
"Avoid directly confronting the individuals depicted there, they are very likely to overcome you all. If you happen to contact the individuals, contact me." she says, taking some small cubes and holding her hand out to give them away.
"Troa can manipulate toxins of all kinds and use telepathy or mind control, Katre can combust things and ... warp reality, in a way, to harm things she should not be able to harm, and Cinke can manipulate sands and see weaknesses in structures."
edited 27th May '17 3:22:04 AM by Bolded1
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitterAaron: Yeah, usually when you say "Particle Accelerator" peoples freak out. Well, ours is relatively stable.
Cynthia: Okay, relatively. Sometimes it releases a whole lotta Psion. We need to drain it frequently.
What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't goldWill takes the cubes with a small smile, just continuing to eat, before glancing around.
"Eh, maybe I should go back for now. I've got kids to look out after."
He waves a farewell, and then opens the door to the house and walks inside, before closing the door.
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.Isana has not failed to notice, and "looks" over in that direction as well, albeit not seeming particularly concerned, as she then turns her attention back to Ain.
I believe I've met her, she smiles fondly, then goes back to listening.
I see... I will certainly take due caution. I cannot carry true physical objects, but if you could send out a signal on their frequency...? Isana waves her hand, and the sphere-construct scatters itself into shards, before reforming itself into some kind of a scanner/radar-looking device, adorned with several antennas and radio dishes, and a readout-screen. This construct is also made out of wireframe gridlines.
Relatively...? she wonders, but curiously, not accusingly, and listens to the explanation. I presume "Psion" is a form of particle or substance in your world?
edited 27th May '17 3:34:12 AM by MicoolTNT
"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."Aaron: Well... Huh... When designing it we wanted them not to fail on us...
Cynthia: ...There's no off button on this. It's the most reliable way we found for it to work. It takes a whole hour for theses to even start.
-to Isana-
Cynthia: Yes, Psion is a particle in our world, and I suspect it's in every timeline or alternate universe.
edited 27th May '17 3:52:25 AM by Phazya
What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't goldShe uses the scanner thing on the communicator cubes(?), and if they're putting out any form of signal, she should be able to detect and memorize/save it (unless it's totally alien), becoming able to use that frequency with her own constructs.
I do not believe it is in every universe, since otherwise it would be integrated into technology everywhere, and I have not seen it previously. It is possible you bring a small "pocket" of it with you, a small space around yourselves that operates by your rules as well as its... have you set foot in many alternate dimensions?
edited 27th May '17 4:03:34 AM by MicoolTNT
"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."Cynthia: ...They are perpetually unstable. That's why we need to drain them frequently. Speaking off... Please stay a bit at the side...
-She remove the sword from her back, and deploys it. A transparent smoke dissipates from the human-made cracks in it.-
Cynthia: There we go. We use it to power stuff like computers, A.I.s, or more simple machines. It generates current. Also it make us able to do, well... This.
-A second Cynthia appears out of the shadows.-
edited 27th May '17 4:06:36 AM by Phazya
What's the use of money if you ain't gonna break the mold? Even at the center of fire, there is cold All that glitters ain't gold*In some empty open airspace in the skies of the arena, there is... nothing, at first. Well, there was nothing. Now, there's a kinda big-ass spaceship hovering up there, slowly descending down towards the land below.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.Within the spaceship, seated just near the pilot, there's someone glancing around the area curiously.
"So this is the Arena, huh."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.Aku is flying around the Arena, in full view of the pilot, he briefly glance at the space-ship but deems it unimportant and move on to his tower, which is growing bigger and bigger.
—
Neuff is dancing the charleston.
edited 27th May '17 5:38:45 AM by Bolded1
Nautolan picture belongs to Bonesmarinated on twitter*The spaceship keeps descending. It seems the pilot was briefly wary when Aku passed by, but since they've been left undisturbed, she just focuses on piloting for now. As it begins to draw closer to the ground, she then quickly flicks on an autopilot, standing up and stretching her limbs.*
"Yep, looks like it. Did ya get a map?"
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.The man near the pilot nods, though he quickly stands back upon seeing Aku pass by. After a few moments, he reaches into the folds of his huge scarf, before revealing a small coin, which he presses, revealing an intricate hologram of the map of the entire Arena, which has a point revealing just where they are.
"Yes... and this place is huge, too."
He glances at some of the windows, before blinking when he sees Neuff.
"What is that lady even doing?"
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.*The girl takes a look at the map of the arena for a few seconds, seemingly a little impressed by just how large the dimension is, then moves to take a peek through the front window down at Neuff. Despite her knee bumping a lever which would normally have accelerated the ship straight down into the ground, the autopilot automatically corrects her accident without incident, thankfully.*
"Lemmie see... uh..."
*She proceeds to hold up a pair of binoculars and stare through them. Only, they're the wrong way round. She awkwardly corrects her mistake, takes another look, and...*
"A-ha! She... looks like she's dancing. I think. She doesn't look on fire, so I don't see her wanting to be extinguished..."
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me."...Dancing, huh. I don't do dancing."
The purple-haired man just looks on, deciding to head towards one of the ship rooms to take a set of weapons, most of which he slips into his large scarf.
"Well, I'm ready now just in case something happens."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.

...and that seems to get her attention. Particle Accelerators? She sounds interested, and her telekinetic hold on her construct is partially lost - it stays held in place, but starts tumbling chaotically on the spot, continuing from the last "push" she'd applied to it, clearly no longer controlled by a deliberate will. Of course, it's not gaining energy, and is therefore no threat.
She "glances" over at the projections, and shakes her head. I do not believe so. I may have seen someone who looks similar, though...
She nods to Mitch, but seems more interested in the "particle accelerators" thing now.
edited 27th May '17 3:10:34 AM by MicoolTNT
"We can handle what is true, for we are already living it."