Hylozoist

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The weird eaty thing had apparently been hit by a slice of Buck's cake and he/she/attack helicopter (...) probably meant he/she/Chinese was out of the fight

@Hostile

Okay, I'll admit, I giggled.

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Although, is everyone really ok with language? I don't mind it myself but I wanted to make sure no one has a strong will against it. xD

@Aether Spawn

I don't really mind it for what that's worth, though I very much doubt I'd be swearing much with my current character. It'd obviously come down to the GM's call, but there's no need to worry about offending me with a bit of foul language. If you had a character like Brutal DooM Guy, it could be funny to come up with ways of describing what he's saying without actually saying it if the rule is "no foul language" (or even "no excessive use of foul language", because by golly, his foul language is so wonderfully excessive).

"I will kill you," was mostly what the Brutal DooM Guy said, once you filtered out the growling, the blood-curdling screams of anger that served as punctuation, and the surprisingly coherent string of profanities regarding a mother and just what he would do to said mother once he'd finished with the person he was threatening. But the general gist of it was fairly clear; somebody was going to die, and somebody was going to pay a visit to somebody's mother afterwards.

Brutal DooM Guy painted a vivid picture with his use of words. It would go down in the annals of history as one of the most truly unsettling tirades ever unleashed upon a person and, despite the coarseness of the language used, literary critics would one day marvel at the clever use of word-play employed. It could very well be that "Mr DooM" was insinuating that the target of his ire was somehow less than human with his comparison to canines, but it could also be taken as a sign that Mr DooM was keenly aware of the intricate hierarchies set up in the penitentiary systems endemic to that age. Actors taking on the role of Brutal DooM Guy in future productions will surely struggle to find a balance between portraying Brutal DooM Guy's keen insight into the societal problems caused by recidivism and the character's love of ripping things apart with a chainsaw.

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1, The Evening Of The Food Fight
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: Ezio Auditore @Loki Odinson & Edward Buck @Aether Spawn

From his, or her, sort of hiding place behind the vacant chair Ezio had left behind, Quina took a moment to watch the fight unfold - people were breaking out all manner of weird weapons and strange abilities to fight. The newest entrant and the It was turning into quite the spectacle and, feeling perhaps a little more confident that he (or she?) wouldn't be much of a target, Quina edged around the chair, trying to gather up more food from the nearby table top. After all, it couldn't hurt to get a few more projectiles at the ready, and maybe an extra snack. With eyes firmly fixed now on a particularly tasty looking platter in the middle of the table, just out of arm's reach, Quina began to clamber up on to the tabl-

"I'm hit!?"

Half way through the process of clambering up on to the table, Quina noticed the slice of cake thrown by Edward Buck was stuck to the right hand side of her (or his?) overcoat. Quina let out a little giggle and was barely able to contain the smile spreading over his (or, well, her) face as the Qu dramatically span around on the spot, one arm covering her (or his) face, before collapsing to the floor. Okay, collapsing might be a bit of a stretch, it was more like sitting down on the stone floor of the hall.

"I merely! Sought... lasting peace! Between two kingdoms!"

Acting was not clearly not Quina's strong suit, but Quina gave it his/her best, quoting some line from some half-remembered play or other as the Qu clutched the cake to her/his side. Freshly whipped cream and strawberry jam leaked between the fingers of Quina's gloves and, with hands trembling, Quina brought the cake-covered hands up to in front of his (or her) eyes. With a just-about-suppressed giggle and an overly dramatic noise that was, presumably, supposed to sound like a death rattle, Quina finally flopped backwards.

"Am dead. Avenge me, Ezio Friend. Traitor is.." Quina paused for dramatic effect, as well as to lick some of the cake off his/her gloves, "...Silver Armour Man!" (@Aether Spawn) Quina let out another sort-of-death-rattle-but-maybe-it-was-just-the-sound-of-a-throat-being-cleared, just to make sure.

Now laying on the floor, half underneath the table, Quina finished eating up the slice of cake and stared blankly up at the underside of the table that now served as something of a shelter. At least for his, or her, upper half. As s/he ate, another thought began to press in on her/his mind - what if Ezio thought that Quina was really dead? Quina's acting was perfect, at least in Quina's own mind, no doubt an equal to any other actor Quina had ever encountered. Was the performance too believable? Quina had a responsibility to make sure that his, or her, magnificent acting skills did not cause any harm. There was a code or something, right?

"Friend Ezio! Not worry. Quina not really dead," came a quiet voice from underneath the table, "is just pretend. Acting!"

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Finally our differences can be settled on the culinary battlefield! Needless to say, @Holy Soldier, I love it!

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1, Evening, At The Start Of A Foodfight...
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: Ezio Auditore @Loki Odinson, Edward Buck @Aether Spawn (Incoming bread-roll based projectile!)
Mentions: Mario @Holy Soldier

Quina opened his/her mouth as if to say something, or possibly just to eat something, as that first fateful potato ball was thrown. With surprising speed, Quina had managed to grasp what was about to unfold, namely, that the line between food and not-food was about to get rather messily blurred, and in a way that'd hopefully be tidied up by somebody else. Quina wanted to thank the hooded man named Ezio for the kind words about her (or his?) pale skin, that Quina had no idea why his (or her) clothes were so wet and that a trip to Roma would be wonderful after a trip the swamp.

Sadly, it mostly came out as, "Thank you! Fishing... maybe? Roma good. Wet. Also, not move! Yes?"

From Ezio's and Quina's position at the table at the furthest end of the hall, it only made sense that to Quina that they should fight alongside one another. To that end, Quina took up arms, taking one of the ladles used previously to mix up the sad looking swamp soup and loading it up with one of the sodden bread rolls that had once been a hill playing host to a happy family of peas pretending to be frogs. As something of an afterthought, Quina rescued one of the drowning dumpling people, and then crammed that into his (or her) mouth.

Now with the matter of eating taken care of, Quina attacked. It wasn't particularly accurate at such a long range, but with the extra reach provided by the ladle, this soggy lump of bread could at least travel an impressive distance compared to a hand-thrown roll. Quina didn't even bother to check whether or not it was anywhere near on target as it spiralled towards the armoured figure of Edward Buck, because Quina was seemingly quite determined to make sure Ezio was between her (or him?) and the rest of the combatants. That's what friends were for, right? To be used as human shields in case of a food fight?

"Friends, yes? Ezio. Quina. Friends," said the Qu, sounding quite urgent indeed as he (or she?) tried to position herself (or himself?) behind Ezio, "Quina is... just trying to get past new friend. Teamwork!"

Quina's interpretation of "team work" in this instance seemed to involve a lot of somebody else getting hit by food and being left to safely fire, and occasionally eat, food based projectiles.

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Sorry for the two posts in fairly rapid succession, but every time I read stuff that people post, it ends up rekindling my interest and then I get the itch to post, and... well, yeah. I'll slow down a little and try to keep to a slightly better posting schedule.

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: @Loki Odinson

"Oh. Ezio, Ezio, Ezio..." Quina looked up towards the ceiling as s/he repeated the name over and over, as if trying to recall something or other to do with the name. It seemed slightly suspicious that somebody who would be invited to a party celebrating Quina's heroic status wouldn't know of them, and only slightly less unusual that nobody Quina knew was invited either. Fortunately for Quina, and unfortunately for the forces of reason and logic, this train of thought came to a crashing halt as the chair Quina sat on began to teeter backwards. After an ungainly moment spent grabbing hold of the table to regain some semblance of balance, Quina readjusted his/her hat, checked the breadstick pocket for damage, and then went back to looking over Ezio.

He seemed nice. Like the sort of person Quina would invite to a party. Probably just forgot about sending him an invite, that's all. He probably forgot what this whole party was about too. A man like him probably had a lot of names to remember.

"Quina, remember? It fine to forget too," Quina added quickly, not wanting to offend this new-or-maybe-old friend, "Quina forget sometimes too, maybe? Hard to tell. Funny. Is Qu. See? Yes?"

Quina attempted to indicate his, or her, species by pointing at, of all things, the chef's hat resting on top of his, or her, head. Realising that perhaps this wasn't going to shed much light on the matter of what Quina was, or where Quina was from, or any of the other questions that'd follow, Quina looked up and down the table full of food for something that would aid in the explanation. Having spotted just the right tool for the job, Quina slid down from the chair and began gathering up armfuls of food, putting them down in front of his/her place at the table before going to fetch some more. Only when s/he was, presumably, satisfied did Quina return to the spot next to Ezio and, quietly humming a tuneless sort of tune, Quina set to work.

It was not exactly a tidy process. A bowl of clear soup served as the basis for this culinary miracle, though once various sauces were added to it, it was a murky and rather unappealing mix of green and brown. Bread rolls filled most of the bowl, poking up like little hills through the soup. Broccoli was drafted in to serve as rudimentary trees under which little peas sat, masquerading as frogs. Or at least some sort of amphibian, it was honestly quite difficult to tell. A pair of dumplings, wrapped with bacon and wearing hats made out of torn up bits of bread moulded to look sort-of-like-hats, stood half-submerged in the soup-swamp. There were even a few rudimentary buildings constructed on the bread-roll hills, though the soggy foundations rapidly caused the carrot sticks that made the building to subside. More and more food was drafted into the creation of a scale model of a swamp, despite Quina occasionally eating some unsatisfactory piece or other.

"See? Qu, from swamp."

Quina gently pushed the bowl over in front of Ezio, sloshing the soup inside the bowl around and causing yet more damage to the carrot stick buildings. One of the dumpling people was face down in the swamp-soup and slowly sinking. It was quite a depressing sight, really, but the huge smile on Quina's face and the air of expectancy around him/her suggested that Quina really didn't see it that way. It didn't smell that bad either.

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: @Loki Odinson (...and let me apologise in advance!)
Mentions: @Gentlemanvaultboy, @Lmpkio, @SuddenSardines & @Hostile

"Yes! For me then," Quina exclaimed happily, leaning forward to extract the ham after Amaterasu relinquished her claim to it. Or, at the very least, she'd stopped biting into it, which was quite clearly a signal that it was now available for anyone else to have. After giving it a cursory lick, Quina stuffed it into his/her mouth, leaned back a little and let out a contented sigh. With the immediate need to eat sated for the time being, the rest of the world - the lavish surroundings, the other guests, the little green haired creatures that were busy hauling food and drink around - began to push it's way into Quina's perception. Of all the things, it was the presence of other guests that puzzled Quina the most.

Wasn't this a feast to celebrate Quina's position as a hero?

Slowly turning his/her head to look around, Quina considered the other guests. A slightly more thoughtful mind might have also considered what the rest of the letter that the little cloud-thing handed over said, but Quina had put two and two together and come up with the idea that this was clearly a feast laid out in Quina's honour. There was a man, dressed in a pleasing shade of orange. Not food, Quina considered, but could taste like orange. Then there was the armoured figure of Samus, who seemed to be pulling some sort of funny face. Not food, Quina noted, and maybe has just eaten something unpleasant. There was the wolf, and the muttering man with the nice hat. Not food, Quina thought, before mentally adding, nice wolf, let me have ham. Finally, there was the mysteriously hooded figure of Ezio, who sat alone with a plate of food.

It broke Quina's heart to see this. The wolf and the man-with-the-nice-hat were clearly friends, and the two armoured figures of Samus and Gordon seemed to be exchanging pleasantries, even if the orange-man didn't seem to say much of anything. Quina gathered up a selection of sliced meats and stuffed them into one pocket, then filled his/her other pocket with a handful of bread-sticks. After giving a little apologetic wave goodbye to the wolf, Quina waddled over towards Ezio and, without really waiting to be invited, sat down alongside him. Fishing one of the breadsticks out of his/her pocket, Quina offered it towards Ezio, with a big smile.

"Here. Try this too."

Why, it simply wasn't right that somebody who was here to celebrate Quina's recognition as a hero would have to eat alone.

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Following Loki's lead, @Holy Soldier, I'm unlikely to be posting much over the 24th, 25th and 26th of December. I'll try my best to keep up with any posts that are made over that time so I can leap back as quickly as possible after that, and I'll make an effort to post just before that so nobody is waiting on me for too long.

Also, my timezone is GMT, and I usually end up posting RP posts "late at night" and "early in the morning". Hopefully my morning routine of "drink tea, eat toast and make a post" means I'll line up with somebody else's posting habits!

Sci-fi Sandbox

This week is being a bit chaotic to me, but I can make a post for them by Friday!!

@Darked13

Sounds goood to me - gives me plenty of time to think about how "First Contact" situations would be handled by the GOF and all kinds of other neat things.