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Post by Caein on Mar 2, 2019 15:04:43 GMT -6
Thread PL: 6,140A terrible run lf bad luck came to Caein and the Cherry Valley Loft that pursued them all the way to the present. After going to what the once called Bad Man City, Caein had a fruitless meeting with Mister Tysco Zautt, simply due Caein's ability to articulate properly from his life threatening ordeal. They had to postpone their meeting, which spurned on the terrible events. The recently installed pipes were breaking from the freakish cold weather that was not common in the Southern Archipelago! This in turn caused water damage to many of the rooms in not just the hotel part of the Cherry Valley Loft, but also in the recently rebuilt Casino! Many electrical appliances short circuited and lost function. Even the back-up generators were damaged by this one weather system! Caein had forked over so much cash to fix everything that he had to dock most of his workers' paychecks for the next 6 months. He had vouched thay every cent would be paid for their hardwork, and thankfully, this did happen! Many of the artifacts in his bedroom vault that were safe and valued were sold off to make the payments happen. However, Caein was put in such a deep rut that the Bank was beginning to send him red letters that if he didn't reintroduce money back into his business account, he'd have to pay even more cash after being taken to court for what he owed and would also have his account closed! All of this happening forced Caein to search around for quick, safe cash.... Then word came to about some tomb in Diablo Desert that was rumored to have riches, both in knowledge and actual wealth. The catch, though, was that it was also rumored to be infested with the dead reanimated..! Caien was iffy on this, even as he sent out an advertisement for anyone willing to work for a handsome reward to be discussed at said tomb. The coordinates were given in the advertised page across the web and the city before Caein rushed to the tomb itself. There was no real name for this place as far as he knew, but the locals called it, 'The Deadman's Hearth.' Caein arrived at the area: an actual tropical jungle away from the blistering desert surrounding a limestone temple with images of animals in head dresses looking down on the entrance lf the temple. Under each, Caein could see hieroglyphs under the statues, as well as an on the archway of the front entrance. Caein couldnçt read it from where he stood, about fifty yards from the closts 2 statues. He didnçt want to wait too long out here, but he knew going in alone was bound to put him in a perilous situation! The more he had with him, the easier they'd get this job done. "Hopefully, someone actually answers and isnct gonna be destructive... Like that monstrously strong, overgrown beetle of a person! Ech, I hope that one particularly doesn't show!"NorosWordcount: 504
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Post by Chromo on Mar 2, 2019 15:59:30 GMT -6
MUMMIES AND TRICKS
CHROMO'S PL: 90,000
Today was not Caein's lucky day. A pair of nubby, insectoid hands clung to a crumpled flyer, advertising some outing into a spooky temple of the sort, promising riches of the sort. Normally, Chromo wasn't one for money. He barely understood what it was, and never found a need for it when people were "fine" with him borrowing food and other toys. What did intrigue him, though, was the mention of "undead" lurking around to stop trespassers in the tomb. Like, real zombies! Or ghosts- just like in his video games and movies!
Besides, he'd found that ground-up zeni coins made for a nice flavoring inside some of his Hetap concoctions, and had nothing better to do to begin with. What was the harm in doing a little investigation, with or without whoever this "Caein" guy was. His name sounded like "cane" on paper. Like a candy cane. Taste tests would be needed to be conducted later.
Chromo jetted off after chomping down on the paper as a quick appetizer. It wasn't hard for him to find the aforementioned tomb- the discolored stone popped out like a sore thumb in the mass of green jungle foliage. Chromo landed atop a ruined statue nearby, plopping himself into a sitting position. Nobody seemed to be here yet. "...Don't these guys know it's rude to be late to your own party?" The beetle quietly grumbled to himself, in spite of the fact that he was very early.
To occupy himself while he waited, Chromo used the remaining ink in several glitter pens he had to doodle on the base of one of the statues. There were weird markings all over it, and it was very fun to give the stone carvings a little more life. He gave a bird-like hieroglyph rainbow feathers, and made it look like it was breathing fire! It was almost as cool as the eye-shaped one that he instead doodled to look like the pupil was a planet in space, complete with a little rocketship nearby. The pens were on low ink- after all, he used most of them on his masterpiece for that Thaw guy. But he didn't let that stop him from making fine art!
Chromo was finishing adding a rocket launcher doodle to a humanoid figure that was illustrated onto the stone when he heard a voice nearby. He couldn't make out what was said with the chirping of birds and buzzing of other insects abundant in the jungle depths, but that didn't stop him from poking his head out from behind one of the two statues after Caein finished mumbling to himself. Speak of the devil, and he would come.
"Hello, person!" A hauntingly familiar, childlike voice rang as Chromo poked out of hiding, still holding a purple pen in his jaws. "I've been waiting here for awhile, y'know! It's rude to be late." He lectured, adding a few final scribbles to his artwork before climbing atop the statue. "Well, whatever, guy. I can breeze through this place and bash in all of the zombies' brains, no sweat! Those treasures are gonna be found in no time!" The beetle bragged with a toothy smile. "But anyways, my name's Chromo- butt-kicker extraordinaire. Who the heck are you?"
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Post by Tarch on Mar 3, 2019 14:51:09 GMT -6
Tarch PL: 100,000. Energy Setting: 40,000
Something about this felt very familiar. It wasn’t in the usual way either. Tarch knew just about every nook and cranny the tropics had to offer with the exception of the Diablo Desert. Even in the winter, the teen opted to remain in the safety of the mountains and cities, so it wasn’t the area that was familiar. No, it was more of the situation itself. The young half saiyan was out and about browsing the shop in South City when he happened across a flyer advertising about an adventure in an ancient tomb not too far from there. The crypt came complete with ravenous hordes of undead and treasures to go with it. What’s not to love for an adventurous teenager like Tarch? Of course, he was a little young to know what to do with even one chest of riches, and the idea of fighting zombies did creep him out, but most ghosts he met were actually pretty friendly.
Unfortunately after his ordeal on Namek, his parents were not keen on letting their son go on any more magical adventures to strange and unknown lands. It took him swearing up and down that he’d bring plenty of food and water, and even his armor with him did the two humans agree to let their son go on this little raid as long as he was home for dinner. So now donned in his saiyan armor underneath his grandfathers old desert duster he wore on similar trips, Tarch head out. Despite being prepared for hot and dry, Tarch actually found himself inside a warm humid jungle.
As soon as he found his way to the actual site of the tomb, Tarch was greeted with two familiar faces. One of them was a white-haired man he couldn’t entirely remember how he met or even his name. And on top of what appeared to be a recently defaced statue was his best bug friend.
“Hey Chromo!” Tarch stopped short, about to give his bestie a little hug. “Ok, this definitely feels familiar. Like one of those… what’s it called? Day Voodoos?” The word the half saiyan was looking for was Deja Vu. He could have sworn he was in a situation eerily familiar with this exact scene. Tarch shrugged, deciding it wasn’t important. He then reached into a small knapsack on his back to pull out the ad he saw in town. “I got a paper saying there was some kind of treasure hunt here. This is the place, right? Because I got plenty of supplies if it is.”
Tarch took his bag from his shoulder,s kneeling to the ground to sort through it. “I got plenty of food,” Tarch pulled out a couple bagged sandwiches, tossing one to his bio-android buddy. “Here you go bud.” He then pulled out a cantine filled to the brim with water. “Got some water. OH! I even brought something Ms. Kayen gave me.” Tarch pulled out the wooden training sword the now Queen of the Saiyans gave him back on Namek. “I’m not allowed to have a real one yet. But if there are any actual baddies in there it’d be a good time to practice right?” Tarch then turned his attention over to Caein, scrutinizing him top to bottom. “Have we actually met before? I feel like I know you from somewhere. Either way, I’m ready for adventure!” Tarch exclaimed with excitement, raising his wooden blade into the air. The teen wasn’t usually this chatty with strangers, but having his best friend nearby was always a major confidence booster.
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Post by Caein on Mar 8, 2019 12:45:58 GMT -6
Caein's presence at the tomb, however, wasn't left alone for a while. He sensed an abnormally strong, and familiar presence show up at one of the statues. Caein took another look around, to see that one of the statues had been horribly mangled with children's glitter pens, with the very culprit on them. His eyes widen, his body arched back with his posture ready to run away, and a hand raised with his index finger pointing at the culprit!
"Y-Y-Y-You..!"
It wasn't difficult for anyone to mistake the bug before them! It introduced itself as Chromo and was excited to embark on this journey into the tomb. Apparently, they'd been here a while before and had gotten bored, ruining the statue and writing with their pens. What came from his mouth was something akin to a mouse trap triggering, as shriek as he then brought his other hand up and looking like he was partly tearing up at the damage. He uttered, "T-That statue has been here for f-f-far longer than a-anyone-"
Another familiar person showed up there as well. This time, it was the saiyan kid! They aimed to give the bug a hug, all the while Caein's jaw slacked. Was that saiyan woman going to arrive to- Wait, the kid just mentioned the current Queen of the Saiyan Kingdom?!
"H-How- Why," Caein was flabbergasted at the now bokken wielding saiyan who was speaking nonchalantly to him. At this point, Caein asked them, his voice strained, "How do you guys not remember me?! You ruined my work place when I put out that job ad months ago for the last tomb!"
He patted his chest, fingers partly curled inwards as he did, introducing himself with haste, "I'm Caein! Owner of the Cherry Valley Loft hotel and casino in South City!"
What was his luck that these two, of all the people on the planet Earth, were the ones that were responding to his advertisement? He straightened himself up, brushing back his white spiky hair, and pointed at the two of them with both hands flat against each other with a clap. He asked them, "I get you want to join this fun, but can I trust you guys to not destroy the place we're going into?! We need to keep this place in tact, and not cover it with glitter pens?! We won't be able to get any reward for what we bring back otherwise!"
Caein didn't want to sound the way he did, but after the state they left his work place in, he had reason to be as upset as he was.
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Noros
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Post by Noros on Mar 8, 2019 23:09:33 GMT -6
With a smash into a jungle, Noros would get up. He just got back from space and fell asleep while descending. He didn't worry about getting hurt as when he usually hits the ground he bounces like a ball. Doing just that Noros would bounce and would find himself bouncing a bit more. Landing in front of 3 people. Noros wouldn't acknowledge them just yet though. He would proceed to dust himself off and would look up and would fly up before stopping and wondering where he was.
He didn't know where this place was, but it seemed to be lush and from what Noros could see from how high he was the smoldering desert was a complete opposite from this location. But what made this place so different and so polar opposite from the desert right after its borders? Noros thought about this as he landed and finally looked on to the 3 beings in front of him. It seemed to be a Saiyan, a Bug and a pointy-eared humanoid, probably a Demon but Noros saw all types of different humans nowadays. So saying he was a Demon might not be the most conclusive thing yet. But it was probably a good place to start.
"Who...are you three?" Noros has never seen these three before in his life. But Noros was always told to be kind to everyone he sees unless they are not kind to you. "Name's Noros, I seemed to have stumbled upon something here, hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Noros would spin his body in a screw but not before literally folding himself into a cube, popping back into his Noros-like shape then walking towards the 3 people. He was intrigued with the area as it was unusual and Noros did have nothing else to do for now, so maybe these three would allow him to accompany them for this venture they might be on. Noros seemed kinda of exciting to get back into action.
Flying in cold, dark, quiet space was quite boring. Noros couldn't afford a ship so him flying was his only mode of transportation. And while Noros was fast, a ship would be faster and warmer. Noros was radiating with energy, mainly because he was getting excited but also because he was bored. There was nothing Noros enjoyed more than a good time. And being around these guys seemed like it was going to be a good time. Noros would put his hand out to shake hands with everyone. Hopefully, they were sociable and didn't have some weird grudge against Majins or something. Noros was a good guy, and anyone that was around him for a small amount of time would be able to see that.
From what Noros could see, the Bug was really a bug, but looked like a Bug? This was weird to Noros, he didn't see any insects of that size and these two seemed fine with it, so maybe it was also able to speak? If that was the case, then his creature wasn't so simple. So it would be the person Noros would put his hand out to first. Weirdos have to stick together, so of course, Noros would try to be on this guy's good side. Well really Noros tried to be on everyone's good side, but you can't please everyone.
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Post by Chromo on Mar 9, 2019 23:46:40 GMT -6
MUMMIES AND TRICKS
CHROMO'S PL: 90,000
"Oh hey Tarch!" Chromo waved to his friend upon the saiyan's approach, but found himself feeling puzzled as well when the saiyan pointed out a feeling of "day voodoos." "Yeah, like we've been in this place before? But I think it's pronounced day-hot voops." Chromo butchered the word's pronunciation as well. The beetle kept a hand to his chin, gazing off and humming in thought as the demon seemed to have a nervous breakdown he wasn't paying attention to. Tarch shrugged it off as well, explaining the notion of a treasure hunt. The words snapped Chromo out of his train of thought. "Yeah! We're gonna fight zombies!" He proclaimed with a giddy grin. "And I'm gonna kick their butts super hard, of course." He clarified with another smirk.
Tarch came prepared. Chromo felt he alone was enough to conquer the tomb, but snacks were never something to complain about. Chromo lurched into the air like a ravenous shark, swallowing the tossed sandwhich in one gulp and sharp snap of his jaws. After he hastily licked the remaining crumbs off his mouth, he gave a quick, impressed "Oooooooh...!" as Tarch brandished a pointy wooden blade, apparently from some kind of queen. Cool!
In response to Caein's dismay when Tarch asked who he was, Chromo furrowed his brow at the demon's response. "Hmmmmmm, iunno. I think I would have remembered if I did that." The forgetful bug chimed before hovering into the air beside his saiyan friend. "Do you think this guy's one of those... what's the word-- insaiyans people?" Insane was the word he was looking for. He didn't know what being a saiyan had to do with being crazy anyways- Tarch was nice, not crazy!
Still, the poor demon pleaded for them not to destroy the temple. "Well, I was going with or without you either way." The beetle blatanly remarked. "But I won't destroy anything that's cool. I AM gonna smack EVERY last zombie in there, though!" Anything that took his interest would be grabbed and taken to add to his collection of nick-nacks. Who knew, maybe there were ancient, super tasty chips stashed away in a treasure chest!
At the sound of ki whistling as another person descended from the skies. Chromo's pupils shrunk to hostile slits when he saw a strikingly familiar head-tentacle... except it wasn't gray, it was pink. His low hisses faded as he properly eyed this Majin up and down. They were a lot scrawnier than Mumbo. But they weren't Mumbo, so that was a plus. "I'm Chromo!" He called back to the confused bubblegum demon. "We're just about to go kill some zombies and get some super cool treasure!... I have dibs on any snacks, though." He clarified, narrowing his eyes when marking his claim to any uncovered treats. When the Majin extended his hand out to him, Chromo briefly sniffed the Majin's palm, initially thinking he'd offered his gummy hand as food. But it didn't smell very good, so he instead raised his own palm to give him a down-low high-five instead his intended handshake.
"Anyways!" Chromo straightened his posture, turning around. "I'm sure we're making the zombie peoples very impatient! So you nerds better keep up!" He gave a sly grin before moving to grab Tarch's wrist and take off with his friend into the tomb's darkness. With his glowing red abdomen to light the way, the hyperactive beetle would only turn his head back once to see if the others could keep up...
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Post by Tarch on Mar 10, 2019 10:50:11 GMT -6
Tarch was just a little confused when the white haired man pointed out the defacement of a nearby statue. For a moment he thought he was talking to him, which would have made no sense since the hybrid just arrived. However, when he looked back at Chromo’s former perch, he noticed the little doodles marring the once untouched piece of history.
“Chromoooo,” Tarch whined softly. “You can’t just draw on stuff like that! That’s like going to a museum and painting over all the exhibits!” Then Caein pointed his next comment at the both of them, noting how the two kids trashed his place of work the last time he put out an ad for a tomb raid. Now things were starting to become clear. This was the guy who advertised ancient games or something of the sort. There was one thing though Tarch didn’t recall. “I don’t remember trashing anything last time. That would have been Chromo sir. If he really did of course.” Tarch stopped and placed a small hand on his chin. “Come to think of it, that was before we were friends wasn’t it bud?” the hybrid mused aloud, giving the bug in question a playful nudge.
Chromo also voiced his confusion about the alleged bar destruction. Of course, the teen wouldn’t put it past his best buddy to break stuff with no regard, but Tarch seemed to remember the place already being a mess when he got there. He then leaned in toward Chromo when he asked if the man was ‘insaiyan.’
“Nah, I don’t think this guy is a saiyan. No tail, see?” With that Tarch tapped his own tail onto the bio-android’s shoulder on the side opposite of himself. Before Tarch could comment any further though, a new power literally shot toward them. The dark pink blob unraveled itself to reveal a majin introducing himself as Noros.
“Oh, hello Noros. I’m Tarch, nice to meet you.” Tarch gave a little wave to the majin. The hybrid always enjoyed Majin's finding their antics and fight styles to be incredibly fun. Tarch then turned back to Caein. “It’s nice to meet you as well Mr. Caein… er, again I mean. Don’t you worry about me breaking anything like I said, this place is like a giant museum.” Before Tarch could continue his introduction, he would be grabbed firmly by the wrist and hauled off into the dark tomb. The teen barely had time to grab his backpack and wooden sword before being hauled in. “Hang on a sec Chromo. Shouldn’t we let Noros and Mr. Caein catch up? He did invite us here in the first place.”
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Post by Caein on Mar 11, 2019 13:33:28 GMT -6
"Insaiyan? Do you mean insane?! How d-"
Before Caein could bark at these two for calling him that for what the bug, for sure, did, something crashed into the ground near them! Caein jumped back at this, about ten yards, and looked at the steaming mess. There was a presence in it that stood up, revealing the owner being a Majin!
The bug, Chromo, hissed at the Majin until he showed a pleasant attitude. He and Tarch greeted them with the same respect before deciding to storm ahead to the doorway. Caein grimaced at this, grabbing his head with one hand as he muttered, "I'm going to die around that bug..."
Caein looked over to the Majin again, saying in a slightly unnerved tone, [color=Violet"I-I am Caein... I'm about to embark on exploring this tomb with these two. If you'd like, you could join Noros, but this place has been rumored to hold undead in it..."[/color]
Caein entered a jog, to catch up to the swift pair trudging into the darkness. The red light from Chromo's rear lit up where they were in the thick darkness. Caein produced some violet energy in his right hand that lit the area around, as he shouted to the bug and saiyan kid, "Hey, you need to wait a second! You're going to trigger a trap just flying head first in without having any scrutiny!"
Caein got next to them and put his free hand in front, beckoning the bug, repeatedly, "Stop!"
At this point, they were entering a small chamber with multiple passageways going to dark paths. There were hieroglyphs written around each passage, and on the floor before them, there was an etching depicting the same four statues outside with weapons bore towards darj figures reaching out. Their weapons bore even more writing, a story being told through each weapon. Caein had, however, been distracted by the aggressively reading bug to read them, though!
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Noros
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Post by Noros on Mar 17, 2019 15:09:21 GMT -6
Noros was glad that the people he met was kind. The bug was defensive for a second but quickly became friendly. Everyone else was cool from start to end. Noros thought for a second. Was he really up for killing zombies? It would be a first and having "Zombie Slayer" on his hero resume would be a really cool thing to have. There was just one thing though, the killing of zombies part. Noros would put a hand on his chin and would think about all the zombie movies he's seen. Lot's of them have differences that make one like or fear them, and the one that Noros didn't want to encounter was the mutating zombies.
They were hard to kill and the longer you fought one the stronger they became. But now that Noros thought about facing such a creature really got him excited. This might be a chance to get stronger for Noros. And there was nothing else in the world he wanted more than to get stronger. So Noros would head into the tomb teeming with excitement. Being led by the red light the bug seemed to give off. Which was quite handy as Noros didn't have a flashlight. And being sneak attacked by a horde of zombies might even be the death of Noros if he couldn't react fast enough. Noros would follow behind the Demon, making sure to watch behind him as best as he could. Going deeper and deeper would only increase the engulfing darkness around them.
It wasn't really different from space, space was just colder and had the occasional passerby. Noros would make sure he would stick close to Caein, this was a first for him and doing anything to ruin this would be the top of Noros' to do list. Noros was having a fun time though. He didn't usually hang out with people and when he did it was usually his family. Which Noros did enjoy, but he wanted something different. He wanted to meet different people and experience different things. Going into this tomb was just what Noros needed. A breath of fresh adventuring and a potential battle. Noros would cover his hand in purple ki, it also gave off light but constantly keeping it pumping would be tedious. So Noros decided that he would just go with the flow and allow the only light source for now until they made it into a room or something. Which hopefully was soon, these walls seemed to get bloodier the deeper he went in.
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Post by Chromo on Mar 22, 2019 7:42:05 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 90,000
"PshshSsHhhHHH, really?" Now with Tarch in tow, Chromo could only scoff as Caein had yet to catch up. He rolled his eyes, a sly grin still plastered on his face. "If they can't keep up with lil' ol' me, then how are they supposed to match the speed of a hundred super hungry zombies coming to eat their brains?" He tried to explain. As childish as his justification was, he might have had a point. Caein didn't have much physical strength, it seemed... "It's like me when I have the munchies. People don't slow down and wait when they want food! So if they can't keep up, maybe it's better if they stay outside and, y'know, don't die." As a cronic eater himself, Chromo could relate to the zombies' condition. They ate and ate, but they couldn't feel a full tummy! Still, the beetle shrugged, slowing down his once breakneck pace to round a few corners. "...Or we could always use him as bait." He half-joked with another sarcastic grin. For now the beetle just jested about the notion- they needed to find the zombies first, after all.
"...Oh, hey! You're not dead yet! How surprising!" As Chromo slowed down, Caein and Noros were quick to catch up. The majin would likely be pretty useful. They were completely made of bubblegum, so this guy might be immune to the zombie bites, or something! He'd seen the species' durability first-hand. Having that properly on his side this time was nice. But the human-demon-whatever had yet to prove of much use to the beetle.
While Caein lacked in physical usefulness to Chromo, he seemed to have some knowledge. "...Wait, traps?!" Chromo stammered, his eyes briefly going wide. However, a wide grin replaced his shock soon enough. "That sounds like fun! Do you think there's one of those boulder traps? Y'know, like in Indiana Jeans!" He turned to Tarch to see if his friend agreed. If he hadn't seen Indiana Jeans somehow, they'd have to do a movie night later after all this! Chromo put a hand to his chin, humming in thought. He hoped he hadn't forgotten his DVD of that back at CURE... And wait- weren't they supposed to be fighting zombies right about now?
"...We're a ways in, and I'm noticing a big ol' lack of zombie fights and spooky traps. Are we going the right way? Did you bring a map?" Chromo fluttered to the demon, already beginning to shamelessly bank on him for information. He turned back to the split paths, narrowing his eyes down each of the roads. "Cause we got a fork here. Except not the kind I use to eat spaghetti with." He gestured his head back at the paths, still examining each and paying no mind to the markings on the wall. "Hmm... the right way is usually the right way. So I say we go right!" Right as in the direction right, being right.
Chromo found himself pausing in thought again after. "...Or maybe this is like, a trick question, and there's a secret path around here somewhere. In the movies, you usually press a brick that's actually a button and the wall WHOOSHes open!" That's how it always went in the movies and comics he read, after all! Even the video games! The beetle buzzed up to one of the walls, tapping mindlessly at some of the hieroglyphics and other markings on the walls. "It's gotta be one of these..." At the very least, Chromo was occupied and unintentionally giving the group a bit of peace and quiet- if only for a short while.
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Post by Tarch on Mar 22, 2019 15:14:59 GMT -6
Tarch just let out an unsurprised sigh. He knew Chromo wouldn’t be willing to wait up for anyone if they couldn’t keep up. Luckily the other two were able to catch up to the children relatively easily. Then the bug pointed out something that had been bugging the hybrid as well. There was definitely a distinct lack of zombies so far. Of course, they were only just entering, and despite Chromo’s eagerness to head in, Tarch was willing to bet there was plenty of ruin left to explore. Then Caein brought up another good point. Rushing in with reckless abandon was the best way to set off traps, like Indiana Jeans as the bio-android mentioned.
“Boulder traps are cool and all, but I always liked when Indiana Jeans had to dodge the poison darts!” There was no way Chromo could have doubted Tarch’s affinity for old movies. The teen loved watching his grandfather's old movies and shows. If it weren’t for those he wouldn’t even know what a VHS was. In regular ancient ruins fashion though, the party ran into a nice fork in the road. Tarch looked at the two paths, scrutinizing them carefully.
“Well, they both look identical, no real marks or anything to tell them apart. We could split up, but that could be dangerous, maybe there’s a clue on the walls or…” Chromo had other plans. He began to press on every inch of the wall like a mad child hyped up on sugar. Huh, something about that phrase seemed eerily appropriate and scarily familiar. Regardless, Tarch knew from the Indiana Jeans movies that randomly pressing things was never a good idea. “Chromo! Everyone knows you don’t press random parts of the wall! It’s always a puzzle, and it always punishes people for getting it wrong! That’s how you trigger-” Just as he was about to say it, a small puff of air sounded from the opposite wall of the two children, sending a purple dark whizzing directly between the two and sticking in the wall that Chromo was just pressing. “Traps…” Tarch was stopped dead in his tracks, now afraid to move. What really made him uneasy, was that he swore he could actually sense some sort of energy from the dart itself. “Uh Mr. Caein? I may be wrong, but I think I actually sense something on this dart.”
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Post by Caein on Mar 26, 2019 11:47:18 GMT -6
Noros came up from behind with a light from his energy assisting the visual of their environment briefly, before having to let the ball of energy cease from the strain. Caein was appreciative of his efforts to light the area up for them, considering they were at this fork without any clue for what they were doing at this puzzle!
When they caught up and Caein gave his gripes, Chromo went to basically threaten Caein for his own safety from whatever traps. Caein then mentioned, snidely at Chromo's remark, "Then nothing comes from this expedition, Chromo. I'm the one organizing all this and can make this very smooth for you gugs to take your rewards at the end, so if you don't mind, cut the half-minded threats out!"
Caein got to looking around the area, at the four passages firstly and then the ground to see the hieroglyphs beneath their feet. Chromo asked about a map, the half-devil giving a quick retort.
"No, and that is because this place hadn't been deeply explored before. Also, we can't exactly confirm the undead being here until we actually see them. A lot of the time, these stories had been allegories or stories over fantasized about who people were and what they did..."
Chromo and Tarch had good ideas, looking around. However, as Tarch was in the midst of explaining to Chromo to not randomly press the tiles, the large bug found an active one which sent a dart whizzing above the short bug, about neck level in comparison to Caein! There was something on the dart, as Tarch mentioned, and Caein couldn't agree any quicker, rising off the ground and telling everyone, "Guys, if you can fly in some fashion, do that, or stay extremely low to the ground like Chromo."
It was a unintended short joke Caein made in his comment! He got to reading the Hieroglyphs at the entryway by Chromo, translating the Konatsian language in his head. It read, 'A tree,' while the others read, 'A stone,' 'A ring,' and, 'A weapon.'
On the ground in front of the four pathways, there was much more writing! Caein grimaced, saying, "Guys, there's definitely a right path. There's a riddle on the ground in these Konatsian hieroglyphs... 'They are found all around the universe. They can encompass bone, flesh, and blood all at once, and had no top or bottom.' I think that is what it is saying... Pretty sure."
Wordcount: 409
Xp prior to post: 2,937
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Post by Chromo on Apr 4, 2019 19:13:29 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 90,000
When a dart came flying out of one of the panels Chromo pressed, the beetle's jaws snapped at the dart. He lurched off the wall and caught it in his teeth. The beetle shook his head as if the now-cracked bullet was a chew toy in a dog's mouth before spitting it out onto the floor with a grumble. It was a little too sour for his taste. Thankfully his stomach was made to resist all types of toxins and poisons- at worst it'd give him a stomach ache later. But on the bright side, there were traps. "Look! Look! There are poison dart trap things! Like the movie! You calllleeed it!" He beamed and sent Tarch a brief glance, somehow happy with the idea of deathly traps to come. "If there's a dart here, then I know there's a boulder-button! But which one..." He glanced back towards the wall, tapping his chin. "...Well in the movie, it was with a platform-thingy. So the boulder's gonna be around there!" Chromo's attention had drifted from pressing random buttons- for better or worse.
Chromo yawned, catching the last bit of Caein's riddle. He didn't understand a word the guy said, but... "No top or bottom? Does that mean they don't have a head OR a butt?" The beetle grimaced in disgust. "Yeesh! That sounds awful!" He shuddered, but shook off the brief horror to turn back to the passages in front of them. "But I don't see what that has to do with any of this, dude." Chromo was powerful, but he wasn't the brightest bulb. Still, he'd lean back, putting a hand to his chin and mumbling to himself in thought. It was a little hard to make out what he was saying, but...
".....what if there's a butt-button...?"
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Post by Tarch on Apr 5, 2019 11:24:23 GMT -6
As per Caein’s instructions, Tarch began floating in the air. Of course, he also said he could stay low to the ground. So which one should he do? Why not both? Laying flat on his stomach, the teen would hover just a few inches off the floor. Surprising no one, Chromo just wanted to trigger more traps, running around pressing everything he could find in hopes of activating his favorite boulder trap. Tarch just rolled his eyes. He knew better than the bug that what he was doing was not just a bad idea, but not going to work either.
“Chromo. Everyone knows that more rooms only have one or two traps. Besides, this one isn’t big enough for boulders. You’re probably just gonna trigger more darts.” As he spoke, several more razor-sharp darts zipped overhead, each one having the strange sensation as the first. Luckily the hybrid was flying at just the right height to avoid being hit. He’d let his best bud continue his pressing, though giggling at his comment about not having a head or a butt.
Tarch was by no means a dull boy, but riddles were always a tough one for him. It didn’t help that he couldn’t actually read the symbols like Mr. Caein could. Yet the riddle did remind Tarch of some symbols he saw in another ruin on Namek.
“How about a snake?” he suggested, his tone a little unsure of his own choice. “No… they have a head, and not really a butt but a tail. Okay, not a snake, but like a snake eating its tail. What are they called… Darn it. I saw one on Namek! What are they called? They make a circle, which I also don’t see how that would work but circles don’t start or stop. Either that or it’s one of those ‘it’s so complicated it’s simple’ type deals. Like the answer was time or something.” The teen looked over to his best bug buddy, who was likely still button searching and thinking about butts. It probably would have been more helpful to wait for Mr. Caein’s input on Tarch’s thought, but the teen was too impulsive for such forethought. “Hey bud! Try pressing something that looks like a snake. Or maybe a circle.” Tarch then glanced around the room, as if to make sure no one else could somehow eavesdrop on his telepathy. “Hey. Hey Chromo. Maybe you could look for a BUTT-on. Get it? Button? Butt-on?” he projected to the bio-android.
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CHROMO - THE BEST BUG
Majin Noros
