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Post by Caspase-9 on Nov 13, 2018 19:13:48 GMT -6
Tiny legs hauled the worm across the long swathe of rocky soil that separated him from the object of his desires. Satan City was many miles from the sandy shore of his 'birth', yet the primitive grub knew exactly where the city laid. After all, it's location was nearly burned into the back of his single-track mind, its coordinates written into his very genetic code. All he had to do was follow the faint glow of the night-time city lights that resided just over the horizon, much like the butterflies in their endless cycle of migration.
Days passed, but concept of time was too advanced for such a simple creature. His three primitive eyes noticed the cycle of days, unable to parse its importance beyond the simple existence of 'dark' and 'not dark'. The strange worm stopped only briefly, feasting on the occasional bug or small animal before returning to his relentless pursuit of the great 'sky light'.
It took CASP a week to finally reach the outer limits of Satan City. The dazzle of lights immediately caught his attention, his primitive eyes finally able to take in the full glory of the great 'sky light'. Neon street signs dotted the landscape, rivalled in their luminescence only by the brightly-lit storefronts. Meanwhile, the glint of sunlight reflecting off of a nearby window caught CASP's attention, practically calling out to him like a beacon. He turned to it, enraptured by the bright light as it danced across the glass.
CASP was too young to understand such complicated topics as 'reflections', 'mirrors', or 'glass'. To the worm, the little beam of sunlight represented everything his instincts craved.
The thought was simple:
Get the light.
Ignorant to the confused and terrified onlookers, the worm advanced, tiny claws pawing fruitlessly as he tried to climb onto the glass itself.
PL: 4,210
OOC: Here ya go, bug creature acting like a stereotypical moth.
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PL: 5,000
Demonic Will (x2P) Makyo Star (x4P)
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Post by Jinn on Nov 14, 2018 9:18:55 GMT -6
Jinn’s PL: 2,000
Jinn strolled through the somewhat ruined streets of the recently purified Satan City with a mixed sense of pride and disappointment. One of the most nefariously evil organizations, the Stargoons had properly villainized this city. The heroes had managed to purify it in the end, but the Goons hadn’t been around to be defeated. A shame really. It would have surely been a climatic battle for the ages with the heroes making their big comeback after being defeated originally. Well, no use crying about it. He would just pose his Stargoon action figures back at the office to make himself feel better. As he walked the streets, Jinn heard the tell tale sounds of screaming. Perhaps there was a work of villainy in progress?! Bustling over with all of the haste and enthusiasm of a used car salesman, Jinn pokes his head up above the crowd to see a wriggling little giant bug thing pawing at a window. Instantly, Jinn’s heart melted. It reminded him of those old science fiction horror movies that he watched as a pup. People parted pretty readily for a demon that looked like a dog with dragon hands and tail, allowing Jinn to approach the strange creature. He kneeled down so as to not intimidate the poor thing. “Excuse me? Little bug?” Jinn gently reached out and tapped it with one of his claws, trying to get its attention.
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Post by Caspase-9 on Nov 14, 2018 18:55:43 GMT -6
Light!
Small legs clawed frantically at the glass for a moment before the grub sunk back to the ground. Green eyes remained locked on the bright reflection and CASP, apparently having learned nothing from his previous attempts, hauled himself up for another go. This repeat would be no more successful than the last, and within a heartbeat the worm would be back on the sidewalk.
In all, the little grub probably repeated this process no less than a half dozen times, failing at each attempt to obtain the intangible.
CASP was beginning to tire, the fatigue brought on by several days of his ceaseless migration beginning to catch up with him. The grub paused to rest, intaking the harsh city air in a motion roughly analogous to breathing.
Light!-
The 'shiny thing behind the magic barrier' caught CASP's attention once again. He raised up, ready to pounce with renewed energy, when a single tap to his bone-like exoskeleton broke his obsession with the (rather puny) beam of sunlight. He flopped around, three points of green glowing softly as his eyes observed his assailant.
Dog?
No, that wasn't quite right. While the being in front of him seemed very similar in the face to what he knew of as a dog, there was most certainly something off.
Like the scaly hands, for instance.
The small grub churred softly, mandibles momentarily grinding in thought as he struggled to match the demon to any life form known to him. He rose up, cobra-like in stance, as he attempted to reply.
'Are you here for the shiny thing?
The words would be unspoken, the insect's mouthparts being in no way suitable for spoken language. Instead, his three eyes would emit a soft glow as he attempted to communicate with the strange being telepathically. The grub's 'voice' would sound almost childlike, a token of his recent creation.
The unspoken thought would be accompanied by the transmission of a single mental image, a product of an overactive mind with high expectations, in which a rather noble-looking rendition of Jinn had managed to snatch the sun from the sky.
CASP waited patiently, three eyes peering up in anticipation.
PL: 4,210
Tags: @jinn
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Post by Jinn on Nov 26, 2018 9:02:46 GMT -6
The little bug thing wriggled and writhed at his touch. Jinn noticed it had little eyes that peered at him curiously. What a cute little abomination. Jinn’s ears perked when he heard a little voice inside of his head. Oh, how very interesting. So this was how this thing talked? Jinn wondered if he could just think back at him or if talking would suffice.
“Shiny thing?”
Jinn glanced to the window that the bug had been pawing at, noting the shimmer of sunlight glinting off of it. Ah, drawn to the light, was it? He wondered where this little critter had come from. If he had anyone to take care of him. It was strangely adorable. Jinn felt his black heart melting.
“I can get you a shiny thing. But first, tell me your name? I’m Jinn. Do you have a home? Someone to take care of you?”
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Post by Caspase-9 on Nov 28, 2018 20:15:33 GMT -6
Unfortunately, the little bug was too young, too inexperienced, to use his telepathy to hear the mental voice of others. Perhaps with practice, the young grub could one day learn to turn his 'gift' into something more useful, but that day was far into the future. For now, he was stuck with communicating his wants and needs through simple thoughts and strong emotions.
Caspase struggled to keep his attention on the demon before him, but the mere mention of the shiny thing- which was, to him, a glistening, golden idol suspended in the sky- was enough to make his mandibles chitter anxiously. His chitinous legs tapped on the concrete, squirming around for a few seconds before he manage to stifle his own childlike energy.
"Jinn?..."
"... You can get the light?!" The thought was accompanied by a flash of simple happiness, like that of a child promised their favorite kind of candy. His eyes glowed brighter, the dark teal brightening to resemble the brilliant blue of a Topaz. Ironically, the villainous demon was almost becoming a hero to the naive insect.
"We are Caspase, unit 9 of 12." The spoken thought you be accompanied by a faint mental image of a lab filled with tanks, each one housing a grub-like prototype. Long ago, they had been connected, a shared telepathy network allowing them to think as one. The use of the word 'we' had been natural back then, but after being alone for so long...
"Home?" Another tricky question, one that left the insect slowing grinding his mandibles as he thought. "We came from a lab, but we didn't like it there..."
"So we left." The statement would be paired with a flash of a mental image: a destroyed lab, broken glass strewn across the floor. Confusion. Chaos.
"We got separated in the 'deep water'..." The worm pouted, coiling into a snake-like pile. The months spent in the darkness of the sea floor was still fresh on his mind. "But it's okay, the light is here!"
"They'll be here soon... Right, Jinn?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2018 4:34:55 GMT -6
This was not Namek. This world was rather disquieting to a soul such as he, yet for as far as Qube would explore, it held no scarcity of curiosities with which to befuddle the mind. Unlike his home world often whose skies were often blanketed with storms, this Earth was disturbingly calm, and unnervingly bright. It took some getting used to the week following his chance to escape the large camp up north; a brief chameleon-like lifestyle among an organization that he had once given his blood to, that poor Zero died trying to honor. Though what had any of their service, any of their dedication gleamed in the end? The Fleet barely whispered the general’s name in these times, if ever, and he had been disgraced, scattered to the wind. Scattered to this backwater nothing planet in a remote cluster that the Fleet still barely clung to, what a fate deserving of a soul as cursed as he.
Qube did not despair as he sought to learn more of this land of cavemen and beast during a stroll through one of its most prominent cities. The tattered cloak which he wore barely kept the chill off this suppressed form, yet the flimsy hood kept the sun out of his eyes. Down a busy sidewalk the arcosian weaved his path, until he would chance upon a parting in the crowds that stuck out from the norm. Most of the common rabble would make way for a rather unusual gentleman, donning far more eccentric attire than the sheep that would drove about. From first glance it would appear he had dropped something, doubtlessly searching the pavement for his lost possession. Though as Qube would near, and eventually enter the open glade among the fleshy forest, he would come to discover something rather odd.
This gentleman in the suit, whomever he was, appeared to be having a conversation with the most revolting looking slug Qube had ever laid his eyes on. Why, it’s almost as tall as a namekian he would muse to himself with a smirk. He wasted no time summarizing what he managed to hear and make out, deducing that the gentleman was possibly just as curious what the thing was as Qube. The arcosian would give a delighted chuckle to the demon, accompanying it with a courteous yet most insincere bow of the head. ”It would appear you’ve made an interesting friend sir. Certainly the curious little thing, no?” Qube would step forward, offering a hand in gesture to the bug chittering on the ground in its fervor of excitement. Bringing that same hand to his chest, the arcosian would offer our demonic entrepreneur a smug smile. How curious would he be to listen to a business proposal Qube wondered? While Jinn appeared more interesting in bug watching at the moment, doubtless there would be time to learn more of this gentleman should he give Qube the opportunity.
”Ah, yet formalities escape us. How rude of me. Please, call me Qube.” A smug chuckle would follow as that burning gaze of red fell upon the bug once more. Slowly the arcosian’s tail would slither out from beneath the tattered cloth of Qube’s cloak, and try to coil around the worm’s own, with intent to lift the bug to eye level for a brief inspection. Were it to writhe about, a disgusted look would come across the arcosian's face.
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