ArmorPlated

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

I'm still here and still interested, for what it's worth.

Haven for the Inhuman

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Manor Living-room > Manor Ground-Floor East Hallway > Manor Foyer > Manor Upper Halls
Interaction:@Conscripts@Roundabout > @Raditz@Aristocles > @jasbraq@RedXIII

The small one mimicked the word, giving it a glimmer of hope as it looked like progress was being made. After a short pause, she muttered something unintelligible in a decidedly confused tone. The rising sensation of hope dulled as her words or lack thereof filled its thoughts. A deep-felt numbness began to set in as the shock of having its hopes dashed caused it to drop Tova's invitation. It's arms slowly fell back under the paper cloak as the giant imitated the word exactly like the small one did, followed by another lone-standing word.

"Good"

Realization came quickly. It locked eyes with the giant, and, re-energized by the success, burst into laughter. Without warning it leapt into the towering figure, the diminutive figure wrapping a scrawny pair of arms around his torso in a hug that could barely be felt. "Good! Good!" The connection was made, and it understood! Releasing Goroth, it spun as it hopped around the room, cheering. It's dry, rasping voice gibbered excitedly, excitedly including a new word.

"HURREHH AVAICHJ AZZ OSSH! VOOS! GOOD! Y ticazzn ucsegh'jacs!"
"SUCCESS AGAINST ALL ODDS! GOOD! GOOD! I finally understand!"
With a burst of laughter, it wrenched open the door to the hallway and rushed through the hallway and into the foyer.

Putting on a burst of speed, it catapulted across the foyer floor, circling A giant red lizard-man and an armored corpse in a continual series of hops, its figure still vaguely humanoid.
"Lijw jwih hurrehh Y lizz coj qe rocsebces jo hozijuse! Lijw jwih hurrehh tgeesob ih bice!"
"With this success I will not be condemned to solitude! with this success freedom is mine!"

Continuing its frantic celebration, it dove past Gino and bolted up the stairs, quite literally bouncing off the walls as it sped through the mansion at a breakneck pace. clinging to the door as it swung open, it preserved its momentum into the hallway, losing more of its shape as it spun and bounced wildly. Swinging around the corner with little care for safety, it unintentionally put itself onto a collision course with Adara in the occupied hallway. Without slowing down, it slipped between the two mid-conversation, grasped the smaller one's hands and spun as momentum carried them both down the hallway as it babbled.

"Y lah acmiouh ot abquhweh, og acojweg bihegaqze emihjacre, quj lijwouj qouqj o locsegtuz wobe jwih swazz qe! Tog jwe tighj jibe rockeghajioc qerobeh dohhiqze!"
"I was ancious of ambushes, or another miserable existance, but without doubt a wonderful home this shall be! For the first time conversation becomes possible!"
With a mirthful laugh that sounded out of place in its own throat, it spun carelessly down the hallway, taking Adara along for the dizzying ride.

Haven for the Inhuman

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Manor Living-room
Interaction:@Conscripts@Roundabout

The Giant had put his weapon away and stood passive but alert, one resting on his hip and the sheathed weapon. This was a good sign that he wasn't aggressive, just cautious. It almost seemed like he was guarding the little one, but they were clearly different species. Strange. The giant's gruff tone broke it's distracted thoughts with some sort of terse commentary capped off with a question., which the smaller one followed with a stuttering affirmation and her own question. She quickly turned back to their conversation and addressed it directly. Progress! I am a person to them!.

The joy quickly devolved into confusion as the small one disregarded the upheld letter, choosing instead to ask a question, repeating a word again while clenching two fingers and a thumb together, shaking her hand. Was she pantomiming something? His thoughts were becoming jumbled over this puzzle. Maybe she wanted an imitation? It shifted pieces around inside, and within a few moments the effort bore fruit just as The small one reassured him of something in a soft tone. A dry, rasping shout came from the interior of the mansion, muffled by the door and distance, but it was more unintelligible jibberish it could not understand.

It had a mouth to imitate sounds now, a dull red facsimile of a tongue floating in the emptiness of it's mouth but... Frustration. It could try to mimic the sounds, but they would still mean nothing. Determined to get through the language barrier, it extended another pair of arms and set down the books it had scavenged from the floor. Reaching them up to the still-held letter, it covered all but the first word at the top of the pilfered invitation with three additional hands, but stopped short of speaking as her stomach gurgled and she placed a hand on her rumbling midsection.

"Voos"
"Good"
Rather than sit idle, it moved the letter closer to her face-

"Voos"
"Good"
With that, it wound its way to the Giant and showed him the same letter, covering everything but the first word. It held there for a good moment to give him an opportunity to read. Do you understand?

"Voos"
"Good"
It glided across the floor, back to the smaller of the two and held the letter out to her again, speaking in a soft, desperate tone.
"Jwih hanh voos. Hde'ay ij ic noug olc jocvue. Han voos. Dzeahe"
"This says good. speak it in your own tongue. Say good. Please."

Haven for the Inhuman

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Manor Living-room
Interaction:@Conscripts@Roundabout

Confusion, fear and tension hung in its mind like an oppressive cloud. The giant had seen it and immediately drawn a weapon in surprise, which was understandable. Surprise often meant danger, and warranted preparing one's defenses. Keeping the sword out and approaching was much less understandable. To approach something hiding with weapon drawn could only be intent to kill. Things were about to spiral out of control as the titanic green juggernaut approached. The creature did not want to die, but defending itself without causing harm or potentially offending the Manor's master would be all but impossible.

More concerning than all of that was the fact that it heard the giant's voice rumble a terse retort, and the smaller one respond in a stressed tone, but the words meant nothing. They did not speak the only tongue it knew. It began to panic, as it realized just how much of a predicament it was in. Peeking over the couch again, the small one chattered at him and waved a hand back and forth. In response it extended a three-fingered hand of that same yellow color and mimicked her, before quickly pulling the hand back in in response to the giant taking a large, heavy step towards the couch it was hiding behind. With another step, it fully retreated again.

With an eye watching from under the couch, the creature watched the giant's boots slowly step closer, planting it's feet as if to strike at a moment's notice. It visualized the massive sword in his hand with growing trepidation. It had seen enough of nature to know a creeping ambush when it saw one. Another few steps and it would be in a position to strike. The creature's eyes flicked to the cloven hooves of the smaller creature as it she? Called out to the giant in a cautioning tone of voice.

Caution is a luxury...

The giant took another step and the creature ducked behind the couch again. Another step, and it bolted under the couch, fitting through the minuscule amount of space seemingly without trouble. It catapulted out the other side with a loud rustling sound following every movement. Out of its protective cover, but farther from the olive colored giant, it snatched the letter off the table, and as it closed in on the bookshelf, scooped the books off the floor in a single fluid motion. its thin arms possessively wrapped around its newly pilfered items as it tried to put anything between it and the one pursuing it. Its eyes turned to Tova and it froze, the rustling sounds stopping as the rest of its body caught up.

For a moment, it was perfectly, unnaturally still. This close, the creature's features were well defined enough to spot at a glance. it's 'skin' was covered in orderly lines of symbols, cut off or interrupted by new sets of lines of the same set of symbols in a different direction over and over and over. There wasn't much shape visible underneath the surface of the cloak-like sheet the creature was surrounded by, currently spread out across the floor. At the front of it's "head" a gap in the sheet exposed a pair of wax seals stamped with designs spaced and positioned like eyes. One was a coat of arms on a strange looking shield, and the other a perched owl. Both were focused on Tova's belt.

The moment of stillness passed, another pair of arms were revealed as they shot forward, grasping Tova's invitation bound by her belt before pulling it loose. It unfolds the slightly worse-for-wear paper and the facsimile eyes flick back and forth, reading over its contents. One hand retreats behind the old paper-sheet cloak and reemerges with the creature's own invitation. Satisfied with whatever it found, it's own invitation disappears back into the paper-cloak and turns Tova's so that the lettering faces her. "Voos san seag geaseg! Y wode jwih zej'jeg ticsh nou lezz!" It gasps in a hoarse voice. It desperately taps the lettering with a strangely angular finger before pointing at Tova. It repeats the tapping and pointing once more before shaking the paper in front of her, arm outstretched as it glances nervously between Tova and Goroth.

Haven for the Inhuman

Finally got an intro post done with just enough info to be interesting without letting out too much info.

P.S. I know the CS is empty. info will be added in chunks as they're revealed. Since the option was there, I decided to make a character that wasn't just an open book as per usual. Got approved and everything.

Haven for the Inhuman

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Manor Exterior > Manor Living-room

In the distance it could see the dark clouds of an encroaching thunderstorm, the boom of thunder promising a deluge of rain. The storm was already filling the air with a detestable humidity, and the winds were becoming less agreeable. The manor was already coming into view, the estate the only sign of 'civilization' in sight from the sky. The building's architecture was as unfamiliar as the rest of the lands surrounding it, but it was a vague promise of safety in a land filled with barbarians and violence. Lightning flashed in the distance, and the rumble of thunder followed soon after. With the storm bearing down, the creature's decision was made. Falling victim to a thunderstorm was a guarantee of suffering and loss that was wholly unacceptable after coming so far, and that made caution a luxury.

As it angled downwards into a dive, buffeted by the wind, it spotted movement. Two figures, one massive and the other comparatively tiny by a door on the east side of the manor, the door swinging open as the small one pulled. Seeing people came with a strange mixture of hope and fear. Caution is a luxury... It steepened it's dive and angled for the opened door. Despite its size the descent was controlled and quiet, but nothing could hide the shadow it cast upon the ground. The little one had already entered, but the giant had yet to enter. It closed in on the ground quickly, it's serpentine body as straight as it could manage. Before it could hit the ground, it pulled up, putting all of the downward momentum forward. Curving around the Orc, the sickly yellow creature catapulted itself into the Living-Room.

Without sufficient room to fully stop, the creature bumped into the wall with a soft thud before quickly collapsing to the floor, its body quickly pulling itself into a different shape even as it dove behind the couch furthest from the other two guests. Obscured from view, the sound of rustling and crinkling filled the room for a moment before the same sickly yellow peeked over the back. The shape of a head peeking from under the edge of a cloak rose for a moment, a misshapen green iris barely visible in the cloak's shadow, quickly glancing about the room and over the orc and fawn before it retreated behind the furniture once more. A rasping whisper-like voice chattered at the other two occupants of the room for a moment in a strange tongue.

"Jwih oce qeagh ijh hub'boch acs heeyh jhe bahjeg ot jwe wouhe'wozs."
"This one bears its summons and seeks the master of the household."
The familiar appearance of an invitation rose from behind the couch, unfolded and waving back and forth for only a moment before it too retreated.

These look so different from the ones before. This means it was a truth? Then why do I still feel this fear?it thought to itself.

Haven for the Inhuman

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Appearance:

(a page is missing here...)

All of Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢s forms are composed of sheets, rolls and scrolls of paper and parchment forming a single contiguous body. When it's being sociable, it takes on an extremely thin humanoid shape, vaguely resembling a desiccated mummy or a skeleton wearing a thin cloak. When stressed or distracted, Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢s form becomes amorphous, changing shape and dimensions based on need, limited only by what paper is available. Often it will end up as a serpentine mass of paper sprouting dozens of jointless limbs. Two consistent features are the formation of "eyes", wax seals recessed into 'sockets' through which Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ is able to see, and the use of a silk ribbon as its tongue when it forms a mouth.

Certain features change according to a pattern, the most important being the amount of writing and/or ink visible in an assumed form. The more comfortable Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ becomes with an environment, situation or person, the more it will use older, or written-on paper in its composition. Beyond a certain point,
(There was once something here, but it is too damaged to read...)

Abilities:
Paper Body+ Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ has a supernatural affinity for paper and similar material, and is able to physically attract and control unattended paper anywhere within proximity of its form. Predictably, this makes Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ incredibly lightweight. Combined with pseudo-
(water stains make the wording illegible)
able to fly given enough room and material. An additional factor to consider is that the writing on the pages it controls act as a secondary memory medium, meaning it
(The rest is too faded to read...)

Fragile- Having a paper body also means lacking the constitution to put up even the most basic physical resistance, and being vulnerable to a great number of things. Should Ì̧̛̕͝T̸҉̷͜͢ end up in a physical confrontation, its forms are easily disrupted and destroyed, and it can be tossed about quite easily by strong winds. Its paper-forms are also vulnerable to water, as it has great difficulty maintaining control of even partially soaked paper, though
(rot has taken part of the page...)
writing damaged or ruined will diminish its ability to remember what was originally written.

A pity it's in such poor condition. I'm sure I had a mending scroll around here somewhere... A bit of time and magic and it'll be good as new, I promise.

Haven for the Inhuman

Room for one more? Got an idea for an oddball character.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

To be fair, most games on here fizzle out after a short while. Just sorta happens.

I'm not going to push for a Discord, but I'm not going to fight it either.

Also, haven't posted because Trying to turn "The Martian Boyscout flies in a straight line AWAY from the fighting, Because Escort Quest" into a full post would be nightmarishly boring to read. I'll settle for reading what everyone else does until I've got more to work with.

Advance on Distant Proxima (Mecha RPG)

>Disrupted by a litteral terrorist attack

2020 really was an absolute meme.