Hylozoist

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I think of the fighting game engine.

@Gentlemanvaultboy

Especially with the whole thing about "The Balance" that keeps the realms from crossing over, and the hilarity of using M.U.G.E.N. to basically throw people from different realms (using our game terminology) at one another to see who wins. This is either a happy coincidence or a stroke of genius.

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1, Evening, At The End Of A Foodfight.
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: Garrett @Simple Unicycle, Ezio Auditore @Loki Odinson & Naija @DracoLunaris
Mentions: Amaterasu @Gentlemanvaultboy Edward Buck @Aether Spawn, Guile @Holy Soldier

"Guess I'm late to the party, huh?" said the hooded man in the doorway. The word "party" was enough for Garrett to draw Quina's interest. After all, as far as Quina was concerned, this was a party in her (or his) honour, and a good host ought to make an effort towards welcoming their guests. Even if, much like Friend Ezio, and Special Chef Naija, and Grey Man Edward, and the wolf, and... well, everyone else, Quina couldn't recall ever inviting them. It was just one of those mysteries of life but, as far as Quina was concerned, life was riddled with inconsistencies that needn't be worried about. Even an inexplicable surprise party was a party.

"No, no, just in time," Quina gestured to a spot on the floor with his (or her) free hand, near Naija and Ezio, while her (or his) other hand carefully balanced the plate full of chocolate pudding that Ezio had just handed over, "soon will be play and hoping it is good and oh! Is starting now!"

Quina fell silent, listening to Guile's little introductory speech about cleaning up before taking their seats to watch the performance and his backstory. Idly eating the chocolate pudding with his (or her?) hands while Guile performed, Quina considered what an ingenious step it was to make the usher a character in the performance. Even if she (or he) wasn't entirely sure what the United States Hair Force was, Quina was confident it'd be explained later on if it was important to the story. Perhaps it was just a way of explaining the ridiculous haircut that Guile had. Either way, once Guile's speech and the chocolate pudding were finished, Quina clapped enthusiastically.

So Quina began to clean herself (or himself) up, with the help of a long tongue. It was not an altogether pleasant sight. Quina engaged in wrestling with his (or her) own salmon-pink overcoat and blue bib to remove them and, having succeeded in beating the wayward clothes into some semblance of submission, Quina proceeded to lick them clean. A few licks later, both garments were mostly presentable, even if the pockets of the coat were still stuffed with bread-sticks and slices of cooked meat. There weren't, Quina considered, any rules against bringing food into the Council Room, was there?

"Need help cleaning," Quina held up his, or her, mostly clean overcoat and bib as an example of her, or his, cleaning prowess, "Friend Ezio? Special Chef Naija?"

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The moral of this story, @Etherean Fire, is that you should eat breakfast way more slowly. Buttered toast can be a bit hard to swallow, so washing it down with tea is the way to go.

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(From the IC Thread)
He then curled his arms, flexing his biceps and chest muscles for the goddess whilst wearing what he believed to be his Panty-Soaker 300 of a smile.

@Holy Soldier

Damn, I'm trying to eat breakfast, I read that, and sprayed a mixture of toast and tea across the breakfast table. I was going to say that I really love the way Mario is being portrayed, but then I realised, damn, I'm loving everything about this so far. It's bloody hard to show restraint and not post at every available opportunity.

Sci-fi Sandbox

Near KV-77 III, Greater Orpil Flock Territory

The two Ministry of Harmony carriers kept a respectful distance from one another; each ship was a sleek, graceful thing, looking less like a space-faring vessel and more like a wave frozen with cutting-edge technology. Each of them had deployed their full compliment of drones, which were designed to resemble the giant birds of prey that loomed large in the memory of the Orpil species. Most people within the Greater Orpil Flock found them extremely distasteful and uncomfortable to be around, which was exactly the effect that the Ministry of Harmony wanted these drones to have.

The MHV Endless Hunter began the display. Her drones split into three flocks and, pulsing their signal lights against the empty space, they seemed to wink in and out of existence. Each flock moved as one, chasing one flock while in turn being chased by other in a frantic dance in orbit of the MHV Endless Hunter. Finally, one flock caught another, and the captured flock broke apart in a flash of light and movement, only to reform some distance away. The dance continued.

Now the other carrier began to display. Two massive wings of light, comprised of the drone fleet, appeared to spread from the sides of the ship. It held them open, spreading feathers in the same sort of display that an aggressive Orp might use to intimidate somebody of lower social status into doing what they were told. Small groups of the drones began to turn their lights off, creating the impression of holes being torn into the wings. More and more of these dark spots appeared in the wings of light until, finally, knots of drones in formations designed to look like feathers tumbled away. The wings of light were now nothing more than little stumps, and the signature dance of the MHV Wing Clipper was completed.

With introductions complete, the two ships recalled their drones, clinging to the underbelly of their respective carriers, waiting for an opportunity to take flight once more. The Endless Hunter and Wing Clipper turned and began drifting slowly towards the moon that hung above the dusty rock of KV77 III. Radio chatter connected the two ships now, as each crew took the opportunity to swap stories about just how dull their respective patrol tours were with their counterparts. On one of the most heavily encrypted channels, the two captains - each a high-ranking member of the Ministry of Harmony in their own right - discussed something of rather more consequence and significance than who had snubbed who during the last group meal.

"Still no sign of the Faultline whatsoever."

"Straight to business it is then, I guess. No, no contact from her."

"I guess Firo really is committed then. We'll do one last sweep of KV-77 to show willing and buy him some time, then report her missing."

"If we're lucky, it won't even come to that."

Around fifty astronomical units away, the Nest-class carrier MHV Faultline began warming up the engine that would carry the ship on a course straight back to Ave-Mux and a reckoning with Minister-General Fortidae of the Ministry of Harmony.

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1, Evening
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: Naija @DracoLunaris
Mentions: Ezio @Loki Odinson

Surprised by the interesting development and revelation of Naija being a chef, Quina's gaze shifted from "eyeing up dinner" to "intensely curious", although the difference between these two looks (or, indeed, any other look) wasn't particularly easy to discern. This whole thing about a mission, and a virus, and an adventure also sounded quite interesting, but that could wait until after the festivities celebrating Quina's status as a hero.

"Quina is chef, yes," the tone of his, or her, voice suggested this was a fact that Quina was proud of, "shall try food from special chef, yes."

Carefully taking the offered perogi in one gloved hand, Quina sat him/herself down on the floor and held it up to her (or his) face to inspect the offering. It was small, but pleasant to look at, with the little crimped edges reminding Quina of a pastry he, or she, sampled in Mama's. Before the unfortunate business of getting thrown out of there. Nodding a little in approval, Quina carefully bit the Plump Perogi in half and then remained perfectly still.

"Is... is wonderful," stammered out the stunned Qu, "has egg! Has savouries! Seaweed! Like, is like sort of seafood, not too much. Like home? And button mushroom!"

Quina popped the final half of the perogi into her (or his) mouth and let out a long, contented sounding sigh. Whereas nearly everything else that Quina had eaten in the past ten minutes disappeared into the bottomless pit that was Quina's stomach in a matter of seconds, Quina took her (or his) time chewing on the perogi. The look on his (or her) face could possibly indicate contemplation, or possibly satisfaction, or maybe even bliss; Quina was certainly experiencing all three. With a satisfied swallowing noise, Quina offered his, or her, hand down towards Naija.

"Am Quina. Is good to meet you, special-not-frog Naija. When Friend Ezio come back, Quina will show you him. Think he is getting cake for more party, maybe."

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1, Evening
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: Luigi @Bright_Ops & Naija @DracoLunaris
Mentions: Edward Buck @Aether Spawn, Guile @Holy Soldier & Crash @Argetlam350

"Hello. Am Quina, is..." Luigi's twitching eye and then the carefully studied calm he displayed didn't seem to stop Quina from trying to introduce himself (or herself). It was only after he turned and walked away without saying a word when Quina realised that the Green Man was clearly quite hungry, and as much as it might have been nice to get a proper introduction, Quina couldn't begrudge Luigi for wanting food.

"...eat well," Quina called after Luigi, waving happily towards his back, "and try soup, Green Man!"

At least there were new people to satiate Quina's fleeting desire for proper introductions. The Grey Man Who Gave Frog Legs, Edward, kindly decided to handle the grumpy looking person who stormed in and demanded answers. Quina considered briefly contradicting the story that Edward Buck was giving, seeing as Quina was pretty confident that it wasn't the Grey Man Who Gave Frog Legs that actually started the fight. Then again, Quina was also pretty confident that this entire party was being thrown in her, or his, honour. Perhaps this whole angry-looking-man-with-flat-hair thing was just a play being put on before the next course was served? While all these thoughts were busy pushing their way through his (or her) conscious mind, Quina just stood there, perfectly still, staring at the gathered people.

"Um, hello. I’m Naija," said the small, crouched creature with green skin, "It is nice to meet you all?"

Quina stared at Naija in the same way that a cat watches a mouse; a mix of curiousity at seeing such a thing and anticipation of a meal in the coming minutes. After waddling a little closer, Quina squatted down to get a closer look at the little figure, taking in the carefully constructed and tiny clothes, the webbed hands and feet, the little mop of white hair and coming to one conclusion: this talking almost-frog was special. It meant something.

"Am Quina. Hello," Quina began, not really considering the notion that Naija might feel uncomfortable being loomed over by such a large person, especially one that enjoyed eating things, and especially one that possessed an appreciation for the culinary virtues of an animal that Naija might easily be mistaken for, "special Naija. Here for party? Yes?"

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I've updated my CS, thanks @Holy Soldier! Also, I seem to have fallen off the list of mentions on that GM post.

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Quina Quen

Level: 1
Day/Time: Day 1, Evening, At The End Of A Foodfight.
Location: Tetris Castle Reception Hall
Interactions: Luigi @Bright_Ops
Mentions: Edward Buck @Aether Spawn, Guile @Holy Soldier & Gordon Freeman @Hostile

Getting a little bored of playing dead, Quina rolled over on to his/her side to watch the final chapter of the food fight unfold. From underneath the table, it wasn't easy to work out what was going on, yet Quina tried to piece together the events from what could be seen. The Green Man (Luigi) was clearly annoyed with the turkey and decided to give it a good kicking, which seemed rather redundant, as the turkey clearly didn't need to be tenderised. Further down the room, it was raining cake, courtesy of the Orange Man (Gordon Freeman). As Edward Buck - the Grey Man - headed towards him, or her, Quina quickly resumed playing dead.

Playing dead, of course, meant laying on the ground with his (or her?) tongue stuck out. The only real difference was that rather than being upright, Quina was horizontal on the ground. Presumably as an acknowledgement of Quina's acting prowess, Edward laid out the handful of frog legs on her (or his?) body and, at that point, there was simply no way that Quina could continue acting like a corpse. Sitting up, Quina gathered up the frog legs and, after double-checking that there were no more to be found in the immediate vicinity, gave one a tentative, almost gentle lick.

"Yum."

Something inside Quina snapped. In seconds, the frog legs were devoured, lost to the bottomless pit that is Quina's appetite. It was not enough. It could never be enough. Scrambling out from under the table, Quina couldn't even wait until she (or he) was clear of it before standing upright. The table teetered on the brink of falling over completely, scattering yet more food around the place and adding to the - in Quina's mind, at least - improved atmosphere of the reception hall. The fight no longer mattered, the combatants were no longer important, all that there was in this world was Quina and frog legs.

Waddling through the food related carnage, completely unconcerned now with the prospect of getting hit by anything, Quina made a beeline towards what, in this half-daze half-frenzy, looked like one of the largest frogs legs he - or she - had ever seen. It didn't exactly smell of frog, but then again, the smell of all the different foods in the air meant that it was quite hard for Quina to tell one food-scent apart from another. It would have to come down to taste, and so Quina reached out with gloved hands to grab the huge frog.

Just as Quina was about to grab hold of Luigi (@Bright_Ops), the booming voice of Guile intruded upon Quina's thoughts. The giant frog was not a frog. The hall was still a mess. Quina had trodden in some cake. The man who came through the dooor did not sound, or look, particularly thrilled with the bold new direction in decoration the heroes had decided to inflict upon the reception hall. After standing frozen on the spot for a moment, Quina glances at Luigi, then quickly leans in to give him a lick.

After all, it couldn't hurt to make sure that he wasn't really a frog.

Adam Philip's Totally Legit Laboratory For The Science!

Hey fellow players! I just noticed it's been a week since the last post and was wondering where folks had got to!