Post by Neato Skeletino on Sept 16, 2016 22:02:32 GMT
[Thread PL = 1,250]
It was noon-ish in East Capitol. The city's streets were bustling with people, and the streets were crowded with cars. It was time of the lunch rush for the day and everyone wanted to get their food. This included a certain skeleton, whom currently skateboarded down the street. It wasn't long before he reached his destination, a small pizza shop on the north side of the city. A family owned place.
Neato, being the classy skeleton he was, entered the establishment holding his board in one hand. He came up to the counter, and despite some odd looks was able to order a full cheese Pizza. He'd wait a few minutes for it all to be done before it was finally brought out to him. He smiled, payed for the delicious smelling pizza, before turning and heading outside with the box. Once outside he hopped back on his board, heading right for the Park in the middle of town.
Once there he'd stop at a bench and sit down. He set the box besides himself before opening it, the aroma from the freshly cooked pizza escaping the box and wafting into the air.
"Oh goodie. Hot and fresh! My favorite!" said Neato, whom clapped his boney hands together before picking up a slice. He brought it to his face and took a bite. There was a minute long pause before Neato slapped a hand to his "cheek" and a blue hue over took his cheeks. "Oh my god! This.... THIS!... THIS IS THE BEST PIZZA I'VE EVER HAD!"
(Thread PL 6033) #921 walked into the city, for the first time in his life. Breathing deeply, he took in the scents of the city. All around him were dozens of stalls, each one selling their own type of food. What he had heard was correct, this city was full of food. He began walking up to a stall selling roasted meat when he suddenly heard a rather loud scream coming from a pizza store. Panicking, he ran over, seeing a skeleton eating cheese pizza. "What was that scream? Are you alright?" He said, walking over to the skeleton. It was quite odd to see a non-human on Earth, but the cyborg had seen them before, so he was not too surprised by the skeleton. What he was worried about was the scream, it could mean there was a robbery, or someone dying. Of course, the true nature of the sound would most likely surprise him.
Once again, the midday sun shone brightly in the skies above, illuminating the busy cityscape below. Hundreds – if not thousands – of people of all shapes and sizes milled about the streets of East Capitol, as too did their means of transport. It was a sight that Azguard had grown used to by now, though the bubbly Bio-Android could find nothing but wonderment in the antics of the everyday world. Many of these individuals had jobs to attend to, given a break from their various occupations just for the sake of sustenance in that time called ‘lunch hour’.
For Azguard, the basic concept of meals was irrelevant. As long as there were bacteria and virulent diseases to prey upon, absorb and assimilate, then it needed not to bother with the basic foods of human necessity. Of course, that did not mean it hadn’t taken up an interest in the various objects humans and their sapient relatives liked to insert into their mouths.
‘Azguard wonders,’ it asked itself: ‘Can they eat food, too?’
With nobody to answer that psychically announced query, the amorphous entity was forced to find its own answers. Fortunately, it had found its way to a perfect part of the city in which to test such a theory. The eastern metropolis’ air was alive with the odours of many a meal, from simple sandwiches to cooked dinners and everything in between – sweet desserts and spicy sauces, fresh fruits and succulent meats. But what to partake of was the ultimate question. To be honest, the malleable medicine did not find much of what humans ate to be particularly appetising, but innate curiosity somehow held back that strange sense of disgust.
Plopping itself down upon the pathed landscapes of the city’s park, surrounded by lush greenery stowed amidst the jungle of industry and commerce, Azguard began its search. What exactly it was searching for was as much a mystery to it as it was to the inquisitive individuals who gave the gelatinous mass unusual glances. Having melded its Plasm into a vaguely humanoid shape, walking along on stubby truncated legs, it began to search for something new.
“THIS IS THE BEST PIZZA I’VE EVER HAD!” was not the most expected of orations. However, the exclamation was both close enough and loud enough to trigger what vestiges of auditory sense the maggot-like Core possessed, shifting its attentions towards a park bench and the most mesmerising of sights. Well, maybe mesmerising was one word, but the only phrase that flew through Azguard’s mind upon seeing it was:
Ignorant of the second individual whose attentions had also been captured by the scream of delight, the medicinal marvel’s entire nature was telling it that what it currently looked upon with three beady eyes was utterly implausible. A skeleton – and a human skeleton at that – sat upon the wooden furnishing with cheeks flushed blue and mouth agape, having apparently slapped itself with its own bony extremity. There was neither muscle nor organ upon those bleached white bones of his, which set off something within Azguard’s mind. Alarm bells rang loudly as it tried to comprehend what was going on here. All laws of biology, the very foundations upon which it had been uniquely built, seemed to have flown out of the window.
‘Skeletons can’t move without muscle,’ Azguard reminded itself mentally, using the power of flight to skip a few steps and bounce towards the mysterious collection of calcium and its artificial (but at least logical) acquaintance. Stopping a couple of yards short, the creature’s nucleus pressed itself closely against the outer limit of its azure confines to get a better look at Mister Bones. At least Walker, whose biology was unusual but present, made some semblance of sense. Then again, Azguard knew a lot more about human biological structure than plant, so maybe it just had failed to realise the sheer scale of abnormality that was the dryad.
‘Excuse us, Mister Skeleton’ it asked hesitantly: ‘But how are you moving…?’
Post by Neato Skeletino on Sept 17, 2016 19:56:32 GMT
Neato's head turned to that of the android. He smiled wide and put his pizza slice down on the box. "Of Course I'm Alright! I've just had the best slice of pizza I've ever had! Its amazing!"
He looked 921 up and down for a moment before snapping. "Also, Hello oddly dressed human! I am Neato Skeletino!" He held out his hand to the android. "You look like a pretty neat guy!"
He'd wait for the android to shake, or deny his handshake before his attention was pulled to Azguard. He stared for several seconds, before seemingly his eyes began to sparkle with wonder, if eye sockets could even do that. He'd attempt to pick up the Bio-Android, if allowed before speaking once more. "OH MY GOD! I don't know what you are, or why you are a skeleton inside a bubble, but you are adorable!" He then heard Azguards question.
He blinked, somehow, before raising a finger and opening his mouth. He stayed like that for a few seconds before closing his mouth, his finger bending just a tad, before he began scratching his bony skull "I uh.... Don't actually know." He looked himself over before shrugging. "But it matters little! As long as I can do that things I love and make friends wherever I go my appearance matters not!"
"All that matters is friendship!.... And Calcium."
Suddenly, a strange ball-like being came down near #921. Hearing the musing about how the skeleton moved, he pondered the question himself. Perhaps support systems in the leg? On that note, how would the creature even have a mind? He clearly did not have a brain, or it would be sticking out. Was there a computer hidden in his body? Was he perhaps some kind of advanced android? He shook his head, looking down. Perhaps he was just thinking too deeply into this. Upon the skeleton offering up his bony hand, the cyborg grabbed it, shaking it vigorously. "So that food you are eating, it is called pizza?" He said, wondering about the cheesy bread-like substance in front of him. Perhaps it would be sufficient for fuel? What he mostly ate was fresh meat, sometimes cooked and sometimes raw, all of the different foods in here seemed ridiculous. How could one decide what to eat with so many options? He heard the bony man's remark about friendship and calcium shortly afterwards and chuckled to himself. "Yes, I suppose calcium is always a good thing, you would know, given your skeletal anatomy."
Unusual described many a character on this fine day, but Azguard did not exactly consider itself to be so abnormal. The skeleton was – by far – the greatest anomaly that the Bio-Android had encountered, but apparently the feeling of wonderment and confusion was a mutual one. Hollow eye sockets gazed upon the amorphous entity, which was indubitably an awkward experience. That being said, there were some who probably found Azguard’s odd arrangement of beady eyes to be equally disturbing.
“You are adorable!”
‘Azguard is… adorable?’ it mimed mentally, uncertain of exactly what the word meant. It assumed something positive, given the bony one’s excited intonation. The grey mass within tumbled gently, comprehending the curiosity’s words and actions little by little. Being compared to a ‘skeleton in a bubble’ was certainly a new one as far as descriptors went – it was not all that far from the truth, either. The Bio-Android’s nucleus was little more than a vestigial amalgamation of necessary organs; without it, the azure gel that encompassed it en mass was little more than an idle accumulation of cells, no different from human skin and mucosa in purpose.
“I, uh… don’t actually know,” Mister Skeleton continued: “All that matters is friendship… and calcium!”
“Yes, I suppose calcium is always a good thing,” stated the third member of this little congregation. Human in form, the curious creation had not actually paid attention to the less natural origins of #921 – Androids were not something it was particularly knowledgeable about. Did they even have an immune system? Was Azguard’s purpose even prevalent here, or did neither of these individuals require any form of biological intervention? Curiosity had become clear confusion.
‘Calcium is important to Azguard, too!’ the nascent panacea confirmed, finding some order amidst the chaos of current affairs and merrily dragging itself from the nonsensicalities of today’s ventures.
‘Hmm,’ it mimed Walker’s grunt again: ‘Mister Skeleton and Mister… Uh, what are your names…?’
Post by Neato Skeletino on Sept 20, 2016 17:45:51 GMT
The Skeleton turned his attention to the android and nodded. "Yes! Pizza! One of, if not my favorite food! Perfect for meals by yourself, or meals with friends!" He picked up the pizza box, offering it to the Android. "Here! Try some if you want. Its delicious!"
His attention was turned back to Azguard as he spoke up about calcium. He nodded and let out a hearty Laugh. "NYEH HEH HEH!" He laughed before shaking his head. " Calcium is the most important thing in the universe! Its the secret to becoming extremely powerful!.... At least I think it might be..."
When asked for his name he spoke up in a jovial tone. "I am Neato Skelletino!" He said. "And I Am a Skeleton!"
"Yes, I think I shall have some," #921 said, pulling a piece up to his face. He examined in thoroughly, looking at the slice. It had a yellow substance on top, similar to curdled milk, but he merely decided it was a coincidence. Underneath was a sauce made of mostly tomatoes, red in colour. All of this was piled on a slice of thin bread, with a thick crust. "Oh, my name I'm not sure of, everyone just calls me 921, so I suppose that's what you should." He said upon hearing Azguard. He took a bite of the pizza. He liked it, the blend of flavours was good together. "Yes, this is rather good. I have been excited to try the foods in the city, and this already has me impressed."
Calcium was the secret to becoming extremely powerful? That was what the skeleton seemed to believe – even Azguard could not deny that there was some logic behind this statement, even if a walking and talking mass of bones was anything but logical. It knew full well the boons of calcium and how important an element it was to life. Without such a chemical, a life form’s bone, muscle and nervous developments were diminished. You just couldn’t live without it! In the case of the cellular sludge, calcium served as one of its most fundamental composites, and it was certain that the same applied to the ivory individual.
“I am Neato Skeletino!” the bones announced: “And I am a skeleton!”
“Everyone just calls me ‘921’,” added the Android, who currently sampled a slice of pizza provided by Neato. The Bio-Android tumbled within its coating of azure, now opting to try and analyse the foodstuffs that had taken up the cybernetic sir’s attentions. As far as appetite went, the consumption of common foods was not exactly an easy thing for a creature that lacked a proper orifice for it – fortunate was the serial number that he still possessed a maw, and indeed the ability to eat. For Azguard, the process was a little less normal, though that did not stop it from succumbing to a case of curiosity.
A flat cardboard box contained a now broken circle of edible matter, the surface colour of which looked a little green as the amorphous entity observed it through a bubbly screen of blue. The substance was clearly the source of calcium to which Mister Skeletino was dedicated, comprised of a viscous dairy product identifiable as ‘cheese’. It had a crisp golden colouration, discernible even through the plasm, whilst the darkened crust was most definitely a form of bread. Cut neatly into even triangles, the platter’s broken shape suggested a hint of salsa red similar to that of the illustrious tomato. To be frank, it looked like it was bleeding, but even Azguard was pretty certain that food of this style did not share Animalian anatomy.
‘May Azguard try some pizza, too, Mister Neato?’ it asked; ‘They have never tried pizza before, either!’
The core within somersaulted, hinting towards an unusual excitement. Though deep within it still found the skeleton an anomaly of the greatest calibre, it saw no use in chasing after answers that might never have been important to its cause. Just by behaviour alone, Neato had proven a state of mental health and happiness that could only come about from a healthy style of life. In short, the medicinal marvel’s usual question – the query of whether or not a person was healthy – had been answered without even having to be asked. In a sense, Skeletino could have considered himself a lucky man, but the two anomalies likely had very different thought processes.
Awaiting a response, it looked to 921.
‘921 is an Android, right…?’ Androids – these were far less of an unusual occurrence in Azguard’s world. Indeed, they were quite a common thing in this day and age, with many serving alongside the human and zoanthropic races as shopkeepers, medical staff and more! The benefits of an artificially augmented entity were rapidly growing upon the world at large, causing facets of life to evolve in ways many would not have expected. Still, even though it was pretty sure that 921 was in a perfect state of health, the malleable medic could not help but pose a question: ‘Is 921 fully mechanical? And what do they do…?’
Post by Neato Skeletino on Sept 23, 2016 17:27:45 GMT
"I know! Its great right?" Asked Neato after 921 had taken a slice and a bite. "Its one of my favorite ways to get Calcium!... But not my absolute favorite." He looked around quickly, as if he was being shifty before he whispered to them.
"The best way to get Calcium is to drink milk. At least, that's the best way I've found. There may be others but I'm giving you this secret so don't tell anyone." He sat back up and picked up another slice, only for Azguard to ask for some. He smiled and nodded. " Sure help yourself. You know what they say after all. Sharing is Caring! Besides, what better way to make friends than to share some pizza. Just like the kids do."
He took a bite from his slice and chuckled to himself before picking up his skateboard. He'd set it besides himself on the bench he sat one before looking back to the others. "Have as much pizza as you guys want. I can always get more."
#921 reached for another slice, before pulling his hand away. "I think that's all I will have. I'd like to try as many types of food as possible while I'm here, and besides, I wouldn't want to take all your food." He said. "Yes, I'm an android, though from what I can gather, I am at least partly organic. I'd like to gather more information about my body and what makes it up, I was, in fact, hoping to do that after sampling some of the food here." He said to the ball in front of him. "As for what I do, well I really haven't been in a city before. I've spent most of my time in the mountains or forests, mostly hunting animals for food." Shortly after, the skeleton looked at him, as though to tell a secret. He informed the cyborg that milk was his favourite way to gain calcium "Ah, milk. Yes, I have heard of that, even seen some on someone's farm, but never actually tried some. Where may I get some of this milk?"
“Have as much pizza as you guys want! I can always get more!” Neato Skeletino had announced cheerily. For a rack of bones, the mysterious man had a level of humanity about him that Azguard had not anticipated by any stretch. Paradoxical it might have seemed, but every second that it spent within the skeleton’s company seemed to enlighten it more and more to the weirder ways of this world. Of course it was still curious as to what powered Neato – a lack of musculature or vital organs was one thing, but there was nothing in the way of replacement. It was a stark difference to 921, whose form was at least controlled by artificial replacements.
‘Thank you!’ the Bio-Android chirped telepathically, casting its ocular arrangement towards the pizza box and its contents. Now came the difficult part of actually retrieving a slice. Making sure its Plasm had adopted a vague humanoid shape at first; it extended an amorphous azure appendage, effectively sticking itself to the slice before lifting it from its packaging. The melted gold upon its surface seemed to stretch and snap free as it came away, demonstrating the enigmatic elasticity of dairy produce.
Unfortunately, the lack of an actual orifice for which to eat with was another obstacle that had to be overcome in a rather bizarre and somewhat disturbing manner. The slice of pizza soon found itself being enveloped entirely by the gelatinous entity, cheese and all, and remained suspended within the ooze for some time. Retaining a spherical mass once more, the medicinal marvel’s own Core – its actual body – swam excited circles around the triangular cut. The slice was no more than a third of Azguard’s nucleus’ length, though that might have seemed massive in comparison to it.
‘Azguard can tell if 921 is human,’ it said, still fascinated by the pizza that floated beside it. Discerning baser genetics was something of a specialty of the nascent panacea; the power to deconstruct and analyse the genetic sequences of almost any cellular or viral life form was a fundamental part of its design. Like a white blood cell, it could completely absorb any cell and study its genomes, thus allowing it to produce an effective countermeasure to an infectious agent’s symptoms and designs. By virtue of that system, it could also compare genetics and – having been constructed from human DNA – could thusly identify if someone was human. All it needed was a single sample cell!
‘That is all they can do though – oh, and tell if 921 is sick,’ Azguard finished. By this point, the pizza inside had visibly shrunken down, its edges eaten away by unseen bio-mechanisms. It was about half of its initial size and, to be quite honest, was not proving to be all that fascinating a sample. The cheese was a simple combination of fats and other proteins, casein in particular contributing to a large amount of the substance’s composition. The rest of the pizza was a little more intriguing, showing signs of yeast and sugars within the brown base and a more intriguing mix of chemical compounds which could only be identified as tomato in nature.
‘Azguard doesn’t think that 921 can get sick if they are an android,’ the cellular sludge pointed out, attentions diverted from the rapidly dissolving and now near unidentifiable mass of pizza. Now it was more fascinated about its actual duty and the unusual entities that today had presented it. ‘Can Neato get sick? Neato is only a skeleton, so they can’t transmit diseases normally – has Neato ever been sick before…?’
Post by Neato Skeletino on Oct 3, 2016 22:53:18 GMT
"Well there are a whole bunch of different type of foods here. All the best kinds though are seen not too far from here, but they can get pretty expensive! Sadly they don't take smiles as payment either." He sighed softly before shaking his head. That big Goofy smile returned and he chuckled.
His attention turned to that of Azguard as it posed a question to the skeleton. He stared in silence for a few moments before crossing his arms. He looked to the sky and blinked a few times. "Come to think of it I don't think I've ever been sick. But I have heard of some Bone diseases that can affect people." He smiled however. "But I'm sure my calcium strength is protecting me! Not to mention my friend the Bone King. He's the king of all skeletons you know."
He turned his head back to 921. "Milk? Thats easy! Most stores that sell some sort of food have milk to some extent. Just go find some and You'll be dandy!"
"Oh, I have not gotten sick, though I have seen it. It was horrible, it was able to take a man's life through a mere month and Neato, Buy? Sell? These words you use.... I'm afraid I do not know of them." He said as he looked down "I do not think I am purely mechanical, it is more likely that I am some form of mixture of cybernetic and organic. A cybernetic organism, a cyborg if you would prefer."
“Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever been sick,” Neato Skeletino explained. However, much of what continued to spray from the skeleton’s mouth was lost upon the Bio-Android that he addressed. The reason being, Azguard was a little confused as to the processes which drove the bony babbler, and it could have sworn that the entity had just blinked. How do you blink without eyelids? Why do you even need to blink if you don’t have eyes!? These and many other questions plagued the mind of the malleable medic, but in an unusual turn of events, it just could not seem to voice its queries as it normally would have done.
‘One month?’ Azguard questioned, this time focusing on what it was that 921 had been expressing. Inside, something stirred. It was a sinking feeling, as if somebody had tied a brick to its innards to weigh them down. The mere thought of someone’s life having been lost due to sickness was the trigger, not least of which the fact that it had taken a single month to claim said vitae. Usually rather elevated and bubbly – both metaphorically and literally – this new sensation was quite disturbing. Vestigial chemical responses within the Core hinted at the being’s biological origins.
‘Azguard is sorry to hear you say that, 921,’ it replied; ‘They are trying to prevent that from happening! If Azguard can learn more about the different illnesses, then they can learn to cure them. That is what Azguard was made for!’
“I do not think I am purely mechanical,” the android explained, further developing upon the point that had been made previously. Machines were often used to help people survive otherwise life threatening diseases and injuries – the amorphous ambulance had witnessed such things when it had taken that police officer to hospital. Through the correct use of medicines and technology, humans could be given a new lease of life. Those who lost limbs could find their feet again through prosthetic replacements, and precision engineering could be used to support vitals through otherwise difficult surgical procedures. In a sense, it could do that, too. However, Azguard was not talented to the same extent as professional doctors.
The little nucleus turned about again, facing the point within its Plasm in which the pizza had been processed. All that remained was a small selection of crumbs, the likes of which faced a similar fate and would soon be no more. Nearby, one of the smaller grey globules – suspended organs that served to process loose material – floated idly. As much a part of the parent body as it was, such items were often left to their own devices. Unbeknownst to the eyes of onlookers, the Senzu sized sphere was communicating with the Core through the release and exchange of chemical composites and protein strands. Invisible processes unless one could see the microscopic (maybe even nanoscopic) scale.
‘Azguard does not think pizza is very interesting,’ it admitted: ‘But, they don’t think they can taste food like Neato and 921…’