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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 3:04:31 GMT
Bone App The TeethPower Level 127,185 ; Resonance : 1,399,035 ; 1,526,220 Heavy Weights: ACTIVE! 349,758 ; 381,555 Tier 4 Shop Enabled It had been one of those days everyone experienced at least ones; a day in which the question ‘what could possibly go wrong’ shouldn’t be asked, because what could go wrong would have gone wrong. To Noxa, it seemed as though Lady Luck personally came down from her council with the Fates, just to push you to the ground, and kick her while she was down. The human world was brutal — unforgiving, even.
Being an entrepreneur isn't easy — especially when one’s presence on a planet was meant to be unknown. Earthlings were money-hungry creatures; everything in this blue marble costed Zeni — something that with her recent awareness expansion Noxa found needing more and more of. Whereas earlier she was more than content to sleep among the piles of trash in a dark alley. she now found herself loathing that aspect. Whereas earlier she was more than content to absorb the living for sustenance, she now found herself struggling to so much as desire that kind of nutrition.
Whatever had happened to her during her ‘evolution’ had seriously taken a toll on her biology. Now, well past dusk’s blue hour, the woman found herself slumbering towards a dark alley in Satan City. After a few hours of going around looking for a way to generate revenue on her own, Noxa was exhausted. It seemed most places weren’t willing to hire her due to her lack of identification or required some sort of specialty she didn’t possess. A day of disappointment.
It wasn’t that money was tight; the amazon had more than enough to spend on her needs — and then some. Thanks to the recent explosion in ‘Dirty Deeds Done So Sweet’s popularity the redhead found herself never really needing money. Noxa, in the regard, even had a little bodyguard gig on the side with a rather wealthy catman — something to supplement her wealth. Still, she felt she needed something more — an occupation to keep her . Something to help pass the days.
Seething with her personal failures and lack of options, the scantily-glad Bio Android found herself nestling among the trash bags that smelled the least unfavorable. They felt hard; probably plastic or some other recyclable. This alley seemed mostly forgotten; between the piling garbage and nearly rusted-shut doors, the lack of activity was blatant.
The vixen set herself down;. Noxa hugged her legs and rested her chin on her knees. With a long-drawn yawn she knew that, at the very least, this evening would soon come to an end. The woman's carapace-clad hands rubbed at the side of her exposed left arm, attempting to knead away the goosebumps that came with the night’s chill. It was evident that Summer’s end was here. Which, with her low tolerance to cold, simply served to supplement yet another conundrum.
While her eyelids lulled lower, Noxa's glowing xanthic gaze slowly faded away as her body slipped into slumber. Acting on their own accord, the vermillion strands of her mane began to snake around her body. Soon enough, Noxa found herself a voluptuous figure mummified in red ribbons tucked away in a forsaken portion of the city
Night’s creeping approach went on as the woman slept. Her dreams soon began to take form — another issue that had presented itself ever since her mind / body resonance. With her evolution, it seemed as though even the contents of her dreams had shifted. She no longer dreamt of the past or simply of hunting. Noxa, now, dreamt of the many connections she felt and bonds she had made: Namorel; Shemha; Aangra; Xanara; Celmaru; Phae; Captain Nova.
With Namorel, she dreamt of innocuous fun. With Shemha, she dreamt of drunken adventures and meaningful social exchanges. With Aangra, she dreamt of beautiful scenery and discussions of art. With Xanara, she dreamt of mediocre-testing candy and plenty of jovial moments. With Celmaru, she dreamt of painful battles and arduous training sessions. With Phae, she dreamt of delightful conversations and a soothing consolation. With Captain Nova, she dreamt of… Noxa shifted in her sleep, her temperature rising and her belly tightening as an uneasy warmth settled over her.
If she were to be let alone, undisturbed for the night, her sleep would likely be uneven and disturbed, but at the very least enough to get her by in the coming day’s training with Celmaru.
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Post by Neato Skeletino on Oct 2, 2016 5:50:20 GMT
[Thread PL= 1250]
As per Neato's usual nightly activities, He went about satan city, getting in a bit of skateboarding while the streets were inactive and empty. He had free reign over the streets and its unprotected benches. But Tonight was not a usual night. Not for Neato at least. He sat at the front of his tent, which was set up in one of the parks in the glorious city. It was big enough for at least three people, and he was... well Lonely! He needed someone to spend some time with.
With that in mind he set out to make a new friend, even if it was in the dead of the night. The skeleton made his way out of the Park, and into the city, looking high and Low for a friend to make. With how late it was though no one was around. Not a Soul in sight, not even an animal! It was so quiet and boring that Neato almost got frightened, only to remember that he was a skeleton and getting scared over nothing was silly and ridiculous.
As it turns out though Neato's hopes wouldn't go unrewarded. He sighed softly, kicking a can down an alley as he made his way down it. So much for making a friend it seemed. That was until he tripped, sending him clattering onto the ground into a big boney mess. His parts were strewn about all over the place, and in a few moments they began to shutter and shake, before reforming back into him, clothes and all.
He got up and turned to look at what had tripped him before he blinked, somehow. It was a woman! A scantily clad woman who wasn't wearing no clothes. And also sleeping in the Garbage. This was it! The friend he would make! With little worry he'd pick the woman up, and head back to the park and his tent. Once there he set her down in one of the three sleeping bags inside and zipped it up so she'd be nice and cozy whenever she decided to wake up.
As for Neato, he just kinda stayed up. He didn't really need sleep any more, so for now he just sat with his electric lantern on and read one of his Comic Books, eagerly awaiting the awakening of the mystery woman who didn't wear any clothes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2016 23:51:05 GMT
Noxa’s form, thanks to whatever miracle or divine intervention, wasn’t awoken during the kidnapping. In reality, it was likely due to her own desire to remain a sleep; her own desire to further indulge in the new flavors of life brought on by her evolution. Through the skeleton’s journey along Satan City’s streets the bone man would get a few odd looks from the few night dwellers that prowled about; none of them gave him any trouble. After all, even the sinister criminals realized there wasn’t much to be gained from mugging a skeleton. Despite that reality, there was a perpetual sensation of dread; the feeling one would get that they were being watched — stalked from the shadows. Despite her current comatose state, the redheaded virago’s instinct was sharp enough to realize the potential threat that lay yonder. A few scarlet vines began to come undone around her body, licking the city air for any danger that may come. The skeleton’s rad presence wasn’t even considered. He wasn’t a threat — it seemed her instincts respected the ancient ways of calcium... That or her recent evolution had made her internal wiring over confident.
Whatever presence lingered beyond the veil of night’s darkness had followed them from the streets of Satan City into the park — of that the woman’s biology was aware. It may or may not have been the same case with the skeleton man. Regardless, there wasn’t any resistance from her even as she was zipped up in a sleeping bag of sorts. It was tight, warm, and dark; it was exactly what the predator wanted from a resting location. Her biology would not reject such a gift. Still, much like the streets, albeit to a more intense degree, the park was deserted; not a single soul prowled through its thick vegetation.
The park itself was more akin to a small forest contained within the city’s area; a vast rectangle that stretched one mile wide and six miles long. A total of over 840 acres of dense forestation; small lakes; civilian, cyclists, motor paths; and — most important of all — plenty of unexplored territories. The massive size of the park, coupled along with the time of night made it all the more eerie for such a looming presence to befall the duo.
Within the sleeping bag, one of her auriferous eyes snapped open. In a shower of blue thermal padding the woman’s presence came to birth; dancing between the blue shreds of cloth were a writhing mass of red fibers. The corybantic dance of vines continued as the termagant stood atop the remains of the skeleton’s sleeping bag. With the display coming from her razor-sharp hair blades it was a miracle the entire tent wasn’t reduced to a pile of rags.
From her scantily-clad body surged a mass of cloth — leaping from her skin as though it were an airbag. The living blackness wrapped around her voluptuous curves, writhing much like her hair. Soon the new mass became still; dead and unmoving much like normal cloth. Around her body now was a mixture between robe and a coat whose insides were lined with a red just a few shades darker than her hair. From her navel all the way to her color the robe was parted, giving a clear view of her skin and cleavage; a white fuzz of petal-like shapes lined the opening of the robe.
The woman took a step forward, head facing straight ahead as though she surveyed the horizon beyond the tent's cloth. She had yet to notice Neato — or her surroundings, for a matter of fact. Her visage was hard; the vixen’s delicate features were serious and rigidly stoic.
“Something is coming — its intent…”
Suddenly her eyes widened, her expression turning from that of a warrior in combat’s eve to something more akin to a surprised schoolgirl.
“Heeey!" Came the whining realization.
"This isn’t a dark alley!” Observed the woman, looking about the tent. “Where in the hell am I?!”
Naturally, her eyes came to rest on the most obvious ‘thing’ in the room: Neato — the skeleton man. With a vague tilt of her head, the woman narrowed her black / xanthic gaze onto the pile of bones that seemed to be holding onto a comic book by its own accord.
Noxa knew dead men told no tales; she had figured that by word association this also meant dead men read no tales either.
Despite just how curious she was as to the skeletal frame in front of her the woman found her head quickly cocking towards the entrance of the tent. A loud ‘awooo’ raked over the park’s landscape — a long-drawn howl of a nearby canine predator.
“Some kind of wolf — in Satan City?” Extending the reaches of her ki-sense Noxa was able to determine one more shocking truth about whatever prowled beyond this place, “A power level of 5,000… It’s rather monstrous compared to the general population; could likely level a city…”
Once more, her focus returned to the skeleton. “Uhh, Alien bones, is that ‘thing’ out there with you?”
[ 5K pl presence lingering outside of camp ]
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Post by Neato Skeletino on Oct 4, 2016 19:26:24 GMT
When Noxa Awoke the skeleton looked up from his comic book. He had been about to open his mouth, only for Noxa to tear apart his sleeping bag. "Aw. I have to buy another one of those..." He muttered. "Good thing they aren't expensive." The skeleton Chuckled to himself before blinking, somehow, when Noxa Spoke. "Something is Coming?" He asked. "What kind of something?"
When she asked where she was Neato snickered. "You were sleeping in an Alley and looked cold, so I brought you to my tent to give you are warm place to sleep." He said. He frowned. "Then you destroyed one of my sleeping bags. Luckily I have two more so its fine." He looked back to his comic book and flipped a page. "You don't have to stay if you don't want. Just thought it would be nice to be warm."
Then came the sound of a dog. He knew that sound. He dreaded that sound. If he had blood it would of ran cold, but he didn't so his bones instead rattled. "D-dog..." He muttered, bringing a hand up to his chin. He quickly scrambled behind Noxa and shook his head at her question. "Not mine!" He said. " But I know what it is! Its an Evil beast! A monster thats been trying to eat me since I got here! Its been following me for days!" He narrowed his eyes. " A demon who hungers for nothing more than the bones and blood of all of man kind."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 19:51:04 GMT
The power seemed to increase — double, in fact, as it grew closer. The woman’s head turned back, eyes meeting with the skeleton’s eye sockets. The serious expression on her face was instantly replaced by surprise — by shock. Something registered; something that had earlier been only glazed over. A good portion of her time until now had been spent focusing on the lingering power that prowled outside of camp, but now that she was given a short break she found a very prominent question being pulled to the forefront of her mind.
“I don’t mean to be sure — I really don’t… But are you aware that you don’t have any flesh or skin?”
Noxa was unsure just how much of an answer she would get; the redheaded, confused woman was unsure how she had been getting any answers so far, to begin with!
“Arrooo!”
That sound rolled through the forest; the park’s scenery shivering at the thundering boom of that howl. It came with just enough of a break to allowed her fleshless companion to give his response. However, once that had been done with, the woman found herself leaping outside of the tent, putting herself out in the open.
Her glowing auriferous gaze focused Westward; that is where the power level sensation was coming from. The demonic power she sensed was high — much higher than the average human’s power, and nearly ten time what she felt from the skeleton. If what she had been told by the bag of bones, whom she could hear shivering, then whatever this was it was here to cause trouble.
Hideaki rumbled through the sparse forestation. The width of his massive, fluffy, ivory-furred body was just barely enough for him to whiz past the park’s trees without having to knock any of the vegetation down. The canine demon’s every step caused a light tremor to rock outward; his near half a ton body moving deceptively quickly. A night time park often was full of life; bugs, birds — all singing and making their presence known. However, ever since Hideaki seemed to have started his hunt everything had gone quiet. Now the only noise clearly distinguishable in these words were his panting; the thundering trotting; and the howling of both the canine demon and the wind.
In the distance Hideaki could see a tent; his nose had led him to the correct place, it seemed. Delicious, marrow-filled bones —the sweet taste of calcium… The demon pupper could almost taste it!
Into the same clearing where Noxa had stepped out into fell Hideaki. The towering canine looked to the redhead’s form; she, and her billowing black robes, were looked over but no truly regarded. After all, his true target was behind the redheaded amazon — the massive dog found himself beginning to bound towards the bag of bones, his tongue out and slick with drool.
“ARF!”
Noxa, in light of the event, found her shoulders sagging. A hand was raised and the woman simply waved against the air; the pressure of her wave causing enough of a gust of air to slap the airborne dog back. Hideake was sent tumbling back, the little fluff ball taken by surprise — he hadn’t even been struck! Or, at least the demon was almost she he hadn’t!
A few barks cracked against the night — hitch pitch and juvenile. The dog found himself once more standing up, collecting himself after the casual strike.
The redhead turned around, looking to Neato; her arms crossed beneath her substantial bust.
“I thought you said this was a dangerous man-eating beast. This is just an over-sized dog with a little bit of ki.” The woman mumbled, finding her left eyebrow arching up, “Just take off that skeleton costume and he will leave you alone — or shapeshifting, if that’s what you’re doing.”
As Noxa addressed the skeleton Hideaki found himself returning to his feet. It seemed a head-on frontal assault wasn’t going to win him any points here. However, this woman seemed to be distracted! Now was his chance! The passive pupper began prowling towards the skeleton and the redhead, while the latter had turned around. Neato would likely have a clear view — if he had exited the tent — of the approaching canine. This was his plan: a strike on the woman while she was distracted — a surprise blow would likely know her unconscious, or so he thought. With the boneman’s guardian out of the way the fluffy demon was basically assured a week’s worth of delicious calcium-filled treats!
[ 10,000 pls pupepr arrived ] [ tried to pounce toward Neato; slapped away] [ attempting to sneak up on Noxa ]
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Post by Neato Skeletino on Oct 12, 2016 21:44:41 GMT
Neato blinked at Noxa's question. "Of course I don't." He said. " I'm a Skeleton. Why would I have skin or flesh?" He shook his head. "Skeletons don't have those." On the Contrary Skeletons did in fact have those, they were called humans, and just about every other race in the known universe. He had been about to speak up again, only for that sound to be heard once more. The Skeleton Quickly Scrambled behind Noxa and his bones rattled. " That terrible beast is after my delicious Calcium!"
As the dog came out into the clearing, Neato Poked his head out. He let out a fearful gasp and stuck his head back into the tent. "It is a Dangerous beast! Its here to eat me and my Delicious bones! And its not a Costume! I am a skeleton! Just make it go away!" He said. "Go... take it to a pound or something! Just keep it away from me! Its Evil I tell you! EVIL!"
The skeleton continued to Rattle, before picking up his skate board. He'd hold it in front of himself, shaking in fear of the rather silly beast.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 26, 2016 20:37:58 GMT
Neato Skeletino 685 WC and 751 Zeni! 2457 + 751 = 3208 Z addinnng @noxa if you ever return PM me with this thread link and lemme know what you want.
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Post by Vi-Poi on Nov 28, 2016 3:01:29 GMT
@noxa 2261 WC & 3957 Z!
3957 + 7590 = 11,547
Adding.
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