Nicolas Mclendon
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Intense Struggle (x3); X-Factor (x6); Amazing Captain Nova (x16)
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Tag: @nicolas
OOC Name: Nicolas
Posts: 1,010 
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on May 2, 2017 5:18:37 GMT
Nicolas walked through the streets of West City with a big dopey grin on his face and a skip to his step. It had felt like an eternity but he finally FINALLY was done with the stresses of class (for the semester anyway.) It had been so much work balancing his school life with his hero life so it was So with an ever widening grin he'd put his head phones over his ears, crank up the volume, adjust his comically large backpack and head on home from the WCU campus. He walked through the streets with his eyes half closed as he bobbed his head to the music blaring from his headset. He didn't care that he was getting funny looks or snickers. He was just so HAPPY to be finally FREE. So happy that he totally forgot he had plans to meet his childhood friend Ramina for the day. Yet he still walked ahead without a care in the world. He ended up running ahead to a nearby light pole before wrapping an arm around it's base so he could spin in a corny yet surprisingly acrobatic motion. "I have freedom! Two whole weeks of freedom! NYAHAHA!" He cried out as he sprung from the pole and nearly shot into the air with his giddiness. He stopped himself though, and landed like a normal person. He decided not to reveal his secret identity in such a careless manner. As he relaxed a bit and his overjoyed skip died down to a casual stroll: his brain began to wind up only to scream at him moments later that he was forgetting something important. He blinked, a sudden sensation of dread overtaking him as he fumbled in his overstuffed pockets for his phone. He sifted through the junk (Letting out a yelp after stabbing himself twice with a rogue pencil sticking upward) before drawing out the sleek device. Sticking his damaged finger in his mouth He'd swipe his free hand across the phone's surface to bring up his text messages. After scrolling past a few (unopened and classified looking) messages from his boss ( Vi-Poi ) he'd stop catching sight of a familiar date. "Criminy! I had plans with Rami today!" He said aloud (eliciting a few confused gazes sent his way) before taking off down the sidewalk. He, in his infinite stupidity, set up the meeting point halfway across the city thinking he could just zip over like he did when he was in costume. So with a worried expression he'd sprint onward, his hefty backpack winging back and forth with each frantic step.
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Post by Ramina on May 2, 2017 12:06:39 GMT
Thread PL: 11,879 Ramina was busy in her east city apartment, it was a day off in her shop and her stomach was proving difficult to sow clothing for. Finally having managed to make a maternity shirt and looser pants, the zoanthrope would head over to their meeting place which was all the way on the other side of the planet. Locking up both areas, the zoan would rub her eyes temporarily before soaring across the planet and landing at their meeting place. Sitting on a bench with one paw on her large stomach, Ramina would rub it and look to the sky. The further along she became, the more she doubted herself. Nicolas Mclendon wasn't around to comfort her much. |
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 4, 2017 1:55:11 GMT
(Thread PL: 16,564,040)
(Suppressed PL: 5)
“Say ahhhhhh.”
“AHHHHHHHHHH.”
“Very good,” Dr. Slouch murmured, twisting the brightness up on his headlamp.
Vi-Poi shuddered at the alien feel of the wooden tongue depressor. It made him gag. Maybe that was the point.
Dr. Slouch hmmed, then turned and scribbled something onto his notepad. He clicked his headlamp off and lit up a cigarette.
Waving annoyedly at the smoke, Vi-Poi asked, “What do I got, Doc?”
“I’d say you have a mild case of pharyngitis,” Dr. Slouch said, leaning on his elbows.
Vi-Poi frowned. “But androids don’t get sore throats.”
“They don’t,” Dr. Slouch concurred. “They don’t usually have heartbeats, either. Or sweat, get hungry, and do the dozens of other body functions you’ve presented since your synthesis with the ectoplasm.” Synthesis with the ectoplasm was Dr. Slouch’s charming phrasing for when Vi-Poi merged with Poi’s ghost on Namek.
“I can burp out the A B C’s, now,” The azure android agreed, shifting uncomfortably atop the workbench. “So what’s next? In twenty years will I be middle-aged and nursing a receding hairline?”
Dr. Slouch chuckled. “No, no, I wouldn’t think so.” He took out a calculator from his lab coat pocket, and began distractedly punching in numbers.
“So what’s wrong with me?” Vi-Poi prodded.
“Your consciousness is now a fully-blended amalgam of two components. Your machine self, which is still the physical foundation for your psyche. And your spirit self, which is from Poi Toques, the very human teenager who died eighty-six years ago.” A grandfatherly smile came to his face, and he puffed out a cloud of blue some. “To make a long story short, you are Poi and Poi is you. You have all of his memories, all of his habits, and apparently all of his allergies, too.”
Vi-Poi gawked. “Do you mean I’m making up being sick because of some memory from my old life?” From my old life. He’d never thought of it that way before.
“Sort of,” Dr. Slouch nodded. “I’m no psychologist, but I assume it’s something like, your mind is expecting springtime allergy season. Then your body follows suit. I suspect your Magic Operating Device is subconsciously filling in the blanks, so to speak, which explains some of the impossibilities we’ve observed inside of you. Like mucus.”
“Great,” Vi-Poi grumbled, hopping down from the bench. “Guess I don’t have to worry about getting old and dying, at least.”
Dr. Slouch coughed and snorted. “Just be glad Poi never got old enough to remember arthritis. These muggy spring days kill my joints!”
After the checkup at headquarters was done, Vi-Poi decided to take a walk in the park anyway, allergies be damned. It was what he would usually have done, on a nice and sunny day in West Cap.
Stupid pollen, He thought, wishing he’d bought a pack of tissues. His nose was feeling raw.
Just as he passed a zoanthrope with an interesting aura, he felt something rising up from his belly. His yttrium spine tingled. “Oh no,” He gulped, trying to force it back down, clenching his eyes shut so hard they stung with tears.
Vi-Poi lost the fight.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA CHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He sneezed so hard his trusty ballcap flew off and he shot backwards through the air, tumbling head over heels before colliding with a big maple tree. The humungous, centuries-old tree cracked in half like a twig and landed on him. A gust of wind shrieked across the park from the force of his sneeze, tossing neatly-laid picnics into the sky and making confused and frightened park-goers roll and bounce across the grass. In the street running along the park’s edge, car alarms started to squeal.
“Just kill me already,” Vi-Poi groaned hoarsely from under trunk of the tree, only his red Warpverse shoes poking out.
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Post by Shen Fennel on May 4, 2017 2:44:00 GMT
Shen Powerlevel Powerlevel: 18,735
Heavy weights: 4,683
Cognac Powerlevel: 5,000
The Detective sat in the park Cognac skittering about. "You sure he is here." Cognac blinked as they walked around a set of books in his hands as he handed them out to children free of charge. Reading was important part of a healthy life. Kids just sitting on their phones or watching some overrated t.v shows that would not due. The Detective had also been in the area mainly because he had been trying to reach Satan city. He had decided to take a break on the travel here as well...he didn't exactly have many modes of transportation that would not look odd other than a car. Of course he had his spaceship but well, he didn't want to take his spaceship and scare someone. Then again some of the people may of been used to it people left and came to earth in ships all the time. He shakes his head looking back at Cognac, "Cognac i told you this Greeve guy that doing this junk he was in Satan city not here were taking a break here for the day." Cognac sank to the ground as more kids passed them taking some of the books stacked onto the ground, "I thought there was some charity guy for a book event i had posters and everything." Shen looked at his friend straight face, "I lied." He turned back Cognac sinking to the ground his spider limps jetting around as he finished handing books to the last of the kids in the area.
"I was talking to one of those guys in the afterlife toury." Cognac eye snapped open as he skittered over, "Which one was the big Slug guy or maybe the King...i'd love some gold from him." Shen shakes his head, "No someone from King Kai’s training name was Pieter Wolf bane i talked with him and his girlfriend." He waved his hand. Of course tulip and Pieter were not together but it might as well been. He didn't understand mortal sometimes. "Anyhow their some ghost called Greeve was taken by the kami apparently he was some big shit...” Shen got to his feet Cognac blinked, "What the point?" Cognac asked Shen putting a hand on his chin, "I want to see the damage so we can put some on some sort of list for ogre's to maybe do their jobs and handle it." Cognac smirked lightly, "Last time i remembered you have not hunted a ghost in a while why are you worried about other doing their job." Shen looked back at his friend quickly before he heard a loud Achoo. He could see a figure in a ball cap sneeze with such force that the whole tree in front of him was broken in two. He got to his feet as observing the Zoan who was sitting near where all this was going down. He walked over heading towards the man that had just knocked the tree over. He seemed to be someone he knew but it took him a moment to get it in his head. Blue hair small stature, insane power. He looked over tipping his hat to the zoan as he looked at Vi-Poi, "Sup."
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Post by Chai on May 4, 2017 8:11:36 GMT
| LIVIN' IN THE CITY || GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | MULTIPLIERS: NONE |
'Nyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm'
Telepathic race car sounds echoed in the minds of a few passing city folk as Guardia sat atop a speeding shopping cart. It wasn't every day you saw a sentient sword nyoom-ing by on a shopping cart filled to the brim with groceries. Many took... several double takes as the chipper weapon passed by. Chai had tasked the sword with going to get groceries for them, and the blade was happy to oblige. Now donning a blue sash around his hilt with the Blue Banner Army's insignia donned atop it to show his loyalties, Guardia continued to hop off the cart every now and then to propel it forwards. Sure, seeing all of the delicious greens and sweets Chai requested was quite taunting with his lack of a mouth, yet Guardia remained steady. 'I wonder why he doesn't like meat, though. Meat is love. Meat is life. Delish. How can someone NOT eat it?!' Guardia pondered aloud to himself. Maybe it was because of those goat genes or something in Chai's blood.
After briefly speeding by Nicolas, Guardia found himself pushing his cart through a park. Birds were singing, the sun was shining. It was a beautiful day to go outside and play a game of catch or something. But, groceries waited for no-one! After taking a brief moment to stop and enjoy the peace Chai valued so much, the blade once again started to push the cart with his hilt. Yet, before he could make any real progress...
'AUUUUGH!' Guardia screeched telepathically in shock when an ear-piercing sneeze echoed around the park, followed by a loud thud and crash. Loosing his balance, the sword toppled over alongside his cart. Frantically, he tried to catch as many falling grocery bags as possible with his telekinesis, saving the eggs and milk from a horrible fate. Sighing in relief, Guardia planted his hilt against the ground upon seeing some frosting leaking out of a bag, letting out a groan. He couldn't save the cookie cake.
Forcing himself back upright after a minute of grieving for the lost dessert, Guardia decided to investigate the source of that record-breaking sneeze. Following the sound of car alarms and the trails of fleeing pedestrians, the sword spotted a rather... fat snow leopard zoanthrope, coupled by a fallen tree with a pair of shoes sticking out from underneath. There was also a strange bronze-ish gold book-robot of some kind? What a crowd. Last, but not least... 'SHEN...' Guardia hissed to himself, his voice inaudible to everyone else. Guardia and Chai met the hybrid when they first crashed in this world- and he was quick to get suspicious of the duo, much to Guardia's dismay. Still, there was someone stuck under a fallen tree, and he just tipped his hat and asked what was up?!
'Oh my god, you complete asshole. He's stuck under a damn tree.' Guardia chimed bluntly while floating up to the hybrid. Ignoring Ramina and Cognac for now, he'd turn to the tree'd Vi. 'Let a true gentleman like myself show you how it's done.' Guardia spoke, closing his eye. Nonetheless, the blade was quick to levitate the fallen foliage off of Vi-Poi.
The snarky sword blinked a few times after seeing exactly who was just smooshed by the tree. Needless to say, the blade was surprised to see the strongest person in the universe had submitted the the wrath of a fallen tree. 'Oh hey, boss.' Guardia spoke blatantly, his eye now half-closed.
TAGS: Nicolas Mclendon , Ramina , Vi-Poi , Shen Fennel
OOC NOTES: Long time no see, Shen! Snarky sword totally not from the future is here.
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Nicolas Mclendon
Moderator
The Hero of the Cosmos: CAPTAIN NOVA!
PL: 145,482
Intense Struggle (x3); X-Factor (x6); Amazing Captain Nova (x16)
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Tag: @nicolas
OOC Name: Nicolas
Posts: 1,010
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Post by Nicolas Mclendon on May 6, 2017 8:34:00 GMT
Nicolas dashed down the sidewalk his leather docksiders scraping against the pavement as he saw the gated entrance to the park coming into view. Determination burned in his forest green eyes as he reached the gate and latched on to the side of it with an arm to swing into the park without altering his momentum. In his crazy swing however, his already wobbling and shaking backpack would somehow slip from his shoulders and jettison itself across the street like a bulky bullet.
Yet, Nicolas ran onward.
With all the Earth shaking sneezes, floating cutlery, and the neighborhood watch guy hanging around it might seem reasonable that Nicolas would be distracted in his frantic sprint but he powered through repeating the same mantra over and over in his mind and aloud. 'I am so friggen late! I am so friggen late! I am so friggen late!' He felt his teeth chatter as he pumped his arms up and down like a god damn psychopath. He caught the vaguely familiar sight of his boss at the corner of his eye but didn't stop to question it. He had a mission after all and he was already failing it to a spectacular degree.
He continued his sprint till he finally saw his pregnant friend come into view. With a dramatic skid the young man would stop and stumble forward a bit kicking up a cloud of dust and a few rocks as he struggled to gain his footing. Sweaty, out of breath, and red in the face Nicolas would jerk up to a stand and pant. "H-hey! S-sorry...I'm late!" He gasped, desperately trying to get a few breaths of air as he rest his hands on his hips.
"I-It's a relief you waited for me though! Seeing you here really lifted a weight from my shoulders." He beamed, giving the grey cat a wide grin as he ran a hand through his very long brown hair. Come to think of it though, he definitely felt a lot lighter. Like, more than emotionally so. It was then that he realized in a cold sweat that somewhere along the journey he had lost his backpack. With wide eyes and a crooked grin his mind would race trying to figure out where he might have misplaced it and more importantly HOW he even managed to do that.
"U-uh how about we go for a walk? It's really a nice day isn't it?"
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Valence
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Tag: @valencearis
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Post by Valence on May 7, 2017 14:33:23 GMT
[ Thread PL: 7200/14,400] [ Heavy Weights Active] [ Weighted PL: 1800/3600]
Across the road, at a humble little establishment by the name of Marsha & The Mellows sat Valence Aris. She was here on her day off from work as well as a break from personal science projects. Here she peacefully enjoyed a friendly atmosphere with a nice lemonade accompanied by a mince pie, reading a few comic books. All was well. Up until a giant school bag sailed through the air like a bullet and smacked against the front window of the place. Several people recoiled in surprise or jumped right out of their seats. Vale simply looked up from the to the source of the noise. "... Thank goodness for that reinforced glass, huh?" She said with a smile, aiming to calm the others in the café. It sort of worked. So that was nice. Finishing up her business there, Vale made her exit, now noticing a familiar bag. 'Hm? Isn't this...?' She raised an eyebrow, and checked it for some form of identification or name tag. In time she found one. It belonged to her neighbor; Nicolas Mclendon! 'Why is it here?' Her train of thought was interrupted by an ungodly loud sneeze, along with car alarms blaring near the park across the road. Disgruntled owners fumbled with their fancy keys to stop the noise, and with that kind of thing occurring so casually it was clear that there was no immediate threat to the anyone's life. Given the trajectory of the bag between the source of the sneeze and the commotion surrounding car alarms, it only made sense that Nicolas was somewhere over there. With a sigh, she picked up the bag and made her way across the street to the park. 'Might as well see if I can get it back to him.'She was a woman on a mission right now. Entering the park, she came across a peculiar sight. Someone wearing the type of getup you'd see in a nerdy detective movie (of which she has watched several) accompanied by their assistant, a floating sword with an eye in its hilt; that telepathically droned on in greeting to... An all too familiar, diminutive, blue haired individual. "Everything alright? Here, let me help." The air around Valence distorted, and for a moment the light of the world was lost to her left side; and from it came an identical copy of her; clothes and all! The copy strolled over to Vi-Poi and assisted the sword in getting the foliage off of them and offering a hand to the fallen Android to prop him up if he so wished, before returning to the original and morphing back together with them. "Anyways, have any of you seen a guy about this tall, brown hair, probably with beard, glasses? Has a dorky smile on almost all of the time?" She spoke plainly, giving a gesture that approximated Nicolas' height. "He, erm... Lost his bag, which I've got here."
Used [ UT] Cellular Revision for a moment to assist Guardia in removing them pesky leaves & sticks. Ramina you're up! |
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Post by Ramina on May 8, 2017 12:20:16 GMT
Ramina was thinking quietly to herself, when all of the sudden a noise sounded which startled the feline as she darted out of the way of a random Vi-Poi smashing into a tree that almost fell on her as well. A sword came in, yelling about something apparently telepathically while a bio-android cloned itself. A familiar ki came closer, earning the zoanthrope's attention while the bag was being held up by Valence.
"Yes, I know who the bag belongs to. May I see it?" The zoanthrope's large stomach wasn't exactly something to ignore on her physique from even a simple once-over; if Valence gave her the bag she'd heave it over to Nicolas and smile. "It's fine Nicolas, don't worry.." She whispered gently, pulling out her hip thermos and offering him a drink of the icy cool water. "I wouldn't mind going for a walk at all.. It's been years since we have, last time we did I tried to push you in a lake and you dragged me with you."
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on May 11, 2017 6:24:56 GMT
Vi-Poi lay there grumpily, nose wriggling.
When Shen Fennel casually asked him what’s up, the tree-topped android muffled a loud reply, “I think it’s northern maple, imported from the Yunzabit coast.”
After Guardia and the twinned Valence floated the tree up, Vi-Poi sat up, glowering around miserably. A few twigs stuck out of his blue hair at haphazard angles. His nose was pink, and his eyes were red-rimmed and puffy. “I was just meditating,” He sniffled, standing to his feet and brushing a puff of dust off his underarmor and the back of his new Blowhard Paozuard shirt. With a flick of telekinesis, he retrieved his Bombers cap and shoved it over his head, sticks crunching.
He waved at Chai and Guardia, then glanced beyond them to Nico as Valence popped her question. The dude hadn’t even noticed him!
Some superhero, gosh. He almost made a Pulsar Perception joke – he thought that was a thing Captain Nova had, or maybe just in some of the comics – but he guessed he shouldn’t out his friend in front of randoms. Anyway, Ramina got to Valence first.
Looking about, the randoms weren’t so random after all. Vi-Poi had met them all, at one point or another. “We’ve gotta stop running into each other like this. People will think we’re stalking each other,” He said to no one in particular, or to everyone.
Picking out a likely target, he moved to a nearby picnic table, one that had been out of his sneeze’s path. His ear flipped open on a hinge, sticking out, and Vi-Poi jumped up and down on one foot until some coins came clinking out of the exposed auditory socket. A few half-zennies. When Vi-Poi didn’t have any pockets, he kept his change there.
“Scuse me, hi,” He said to the middle-aged couple. Both of them were sharing a box of tissues along with a big submarine sandwich. “Can I buy those tissues off of you?” He opened his palm, showing the gleaming money.
The guy glanced over at Vi-Poi coolly. “This is our anniversary,” He said with tight indignation, as if Vi-Poi had moonwalked across their checkered tablecloth and farted on their macaroni salad instead of politely asked to buy their tissues for like five times their retail price. The man turned back to his date with a big soft vomit-worthy smile and reached across the wooden table to clasp her hand.
Vi-Poi sighed. Sometimes people didn’t recognize him with the hat and street clothes. He still wore a suit and tie during his televised visits to the Legislature, mostly because literally everyone else did. But maybe it wouldn’t have mattered, even if they had recognized him. Not everybody on Earth voted for Vi-Poi. Far from it.
“Ingrates,” Vi-Poi muttered, sniffing up some snot and shuffling back over to the impromptu gathering.
“I know!” He said loudly, announcing his presence and butting in on Nico and Ramina’s going-for-a-walk business at the same time. “Let’s go for lunch instead! Pastabilities has a four-star jungle sketti and I'm hungry.” He let the suggestion hang in the air for a bit, but with or without them, he was going to get something spicy down his gullet and wash the grossness away.
He’d beaten Super Saiyans, insane Bio-Androids, demons, and the South Region Criminal Trials Court. He wasn’t about to get rolled over by some measly little flower dust or whatever.
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Post by Shen Fennel on May 12, 2017 0:26:32 GMT
He turned his head looking at the Sword who was yelling at him the Detective blinking a couple of times. "I don't lift also I’m pretty sure he could get of himself i am not got time for that." He said turning to vi-Poi, "Yes...” He actually had no idea but he pretended he knew exactly what type of tree this was. He was sure he could figure it out if he had some tree manual. Then again, he didn't there were no trees in heaven or hell so trying to memorize tree names never came as something important to him. He turned looking briefly at the present woman and the young man as they talked. All around there seemed to love birds all around as he could see. Might as well been the 14th of February with all the couples around the park. He was surprised not many of them had turned to perhaps ask how a man sneeze just brought a tree down. Guess people were used to alien invading their world and a president who fought the queen of this alien race. He shrugged it off turning back to Guardia, " So you took a job under Vi-Poi. That is indeed good to be working to protect your new home." The Detective said softly making sure it was quiet enough so no one else heard. He was not going to speak too much or pry on his origins. He had some theories on where he had come from but he knew one thing. He was far from where he had come from but this was his new home, the past was simply the past. He felt the new power helping clean all the mess that was covering VI. She seemed to be able to clone herself well that was he supposed with 2 equal ki signatures. For the time being however he focused on the sword of Chai’s and VI Poi. Shen blinked at Vipoi as he nodded at him, “I’m a Detective you might as well say that stalking is part of my job.” He blinked a couple of times Congac walked up, “Still you’re not following him this was an accident.” Cognac walked off looking at the Sword, “You must be Guardia the t…” Shen moved his hand putting it over the androids mouth as he shaked his head, “technical difficulty.” Shen said finishing Cognac Sentence making sure cognac didn’t go spewing this man could be a time traveler. He was pretty sure it might have been illegal. Regardless he’d let go of Cognac as he skittered towards Vi-poi, “You must be good man if he was so casual with you. He told me all about, when I heard he didn’t get blown up trying to talk with the boss I was like omg.” He put his spider hands to his face as Shen face palmed in the back. He didn’t understand why Cognac had to go out of his way to make himself look like some fanboy. He was nearly a 100 year old android there was no reason for him to be acting like he was a sixth of that age. “I thought Shen would be Shen and you know enrage you and he’d go to heaven and then he’d be stuck working Janitor duty for Yemma knowing his luck.” Cognac said as by that point He been speaking to the tree as VI poi went over to buy some tissues for his nose. Seeing he was unable to get any bought Shen went into his coat, “Hold on I do have like Handkerchief I believe.” Shen said calmly as he pulled light White cloth moving over to hand it to Vi-poi, “ Don’t worry I can just buy a new one though I suppose you’re going to have to pay for the tree.” He pointed to the large tree which he knocked over on accident with his sneeze. It came to mind as Shen went to and the cloth that Vi-poi was an android and why the hell was he sneezing? Was he made to be human like as possible? I mean he did cry when he talked with Shen about those he had lost. It was possible that he had been made that way. Though he didn’t understand who would build an android like that. Cognac was an android and he never sneezed or cried. Well he did cry but no tears came out he was a robot after all. Maybe Vipoi was a construct of some sort with a soul. As he pondered that he noticed the small amount of ki was creating. He assumed he was suppressing his power but what was strange was if Vi-poi was an android why he had ki he could sense. Perhaps he could just send his ki out if he desired or hide it for combat. The Detective keep in mind however he did have human like emotions he was not just some programmed being out of a lab. If he was then he’d not be leader of earth. It was entirely possible Vi-poi had downloaded perhaps a conscious to an android body? The Detective decided to not linger on it. He turned to VI poi, “ Alright I can go for a bite to eat I’ll pay for it I got time we can make a day out of I got nothing better to do.”
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Post by Chai on May 24, 2017 15:48:34 GMT
| LIVIN' IN THE CITY || GAIN BONUSES: NONE | | MULTIPLIERS: NONE |
Guardia turned his form, metallic brow raising when a strange bug-esque woman split into two, and assisted Guardia in lifting the fallen tree off of his boss. As a fellow user of the Multiform technique, the blade wasn't too surprised to see people multiplying. 'Thanks, lady! It's good to see SOMEBODY else has manners.' The blade remarked, sending a glare to Shen (as a fellow fighter, he wasn't buying the detective's "did not lift" crap) before focusing his attention to his "meditating" boss. The blue-haired bot didn't look so good, though. '...My sarcasm senses are tingling, Vi.'
Before further comments could be made, Guardia's eye soon widened again as a human whizzed by the group. The sword span around dizzily when Nicolas dashed pass, before shaking his form to bring himself back to his senses. '...Wowza. What's up with him?' Guardia asked to nobody in particular. Valence was quick to return a lost bag to Nicolas and his friend while Vi made a comment about the group stalking each other, earning a brief chuckle from the demon sword.
Guardia was taken by surprise again when an odd book-bot approached, beginning to address the blade as "Guardia the t..." Time traveller, perhaps? Was Shen still on about that phony purport? Despite the detetcive ogre passing it off as a technical difficulty, Guardia narrowed his eye and shushed him. 'Shhshshshshhhhh. None of that baloney.' He remarked, rolling his eye when the bot fangasmed over Vi. 'Eugh. Fanboys.' The blade commented.
Nonetheless, the blue banner android offered for the group to go to Pastabilites. '...You know I don't have a mouth.' Guardia spoke, narrowing his eye. 'But sure, why not!' Guardia commented. He could perhaps get better acquainted with the menu, and get to better know his new boss and these other people, completely forgetting about his grocery mission. Floating up to Nicolas and Ramina with folded crossguards, Guardia was quick to "formally" ask the two. 'You folks wouldn't mind the incredible presence of the great and mighty Guardia and these nerds, right?'
TAGS: Nicolas Mclendon , Valence , Ramina , Vi-Poi , Shen Fennel
OOC NOTES: Sorry for the delay! ^^;
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Post by Shen Fennel on Jun 24, 2017 2:11:45 GMT
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Post by Chai on Jun 24, 2017 14:04:57 GMT
(I'll take PL, please!)
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 24, 2017 20:13:22 GMT
(PL here too. Nico wants PL also.)
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Jun 25, 2017 4:34:57 GMT
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