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Went to the big ol' eye clinic today and got some eye-drops. Now my vission's all fuzzeh
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"Afraid of the dark? ..... Punch it!" - So This is Basically Pokemon
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Molasses be my name, being sluggish is my game
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Happy spoopy scawey Halloween errybody, if you celebrate it. If not, hand over yer candy.
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Gahh, so much old junk in my freezer that I'm never gonna eat... Cleanin' time!
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Bio

  • I don't use social media, discord or google docs.
  • I suffer from Retinitis Pigmentosa and use a text-reading software to get through other peoples' posts.
  • I'm rude, short-tempered and unserious. I'll likely say things that'll upset, offend and/or infuriate you.
  • I consider roleplaying a hobby and a pass-time, not art.
  • I do anime-roleplay and only anime-roleplay.

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There we go, and with that IC post, I tip my hat and politely excuse myself from this RP.

As it seems several of you have expressed disapproval and discontent with my presence in the RP, me and Paul discussed the matter and came to the conclusion that me leaving this RP is probably for the best.

I'm a firm believer that RP'ing should primarily be fun and enjoyed by those involved, and if someone or something is diminishing or preventing that enjoyment, then that's not a good thing. So, if I'm the cause of people not having fun, then obviously I need to do something about that. Selfishly staying put and causing others to be silently irate isn't something I think is very cool, hence why I decided to bow out.

I'd like to apologize to @PaulHaynek for the additional stress and complications my presence have caused.

I'd also like to apologize to the rest of you for the awkwardness, drama and irritation my joining this RP brought along.

I personally had fun with this RP as long as it lasted, and I hope you all keep having a good time after I'm gone.

I wish you all the best, good luck and to have fun. :)

P.S.

Feel free to do whatever with my characters as well.

P.P.S.

Liliana best girl.
Relica

@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree


Relica let out a tired sigh. It seemed her old battle sister had finally come to her senses. That was good. Between the Automaton' and the hornet, there was enough firepower and magic to easily turn the hamlet into a smoking post-tornado disaster zone. She was just thankful tha--

"Fweh?" Kerry just grabbed her shirt.

She was told to keep her mouth shut.

Then she was airborne.

The prior request was not going to be fulfilled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!"

Attempts at flailing proved quite fruitless, as her short legs couldn't really kick the hornet as she was being held like a grocery bag. Unfortunately, Kerry's decision to grab Relica by her shirt - which wasn't meant to be grabbed and used as leverage - caused the gremlin's rather plump torso-taters to eventually pop out of their usually restrained position.

So, now she was being hauled through the air by her old friend, with her melons free from the oppression of her garments, while screaming her lungs out as the pair zoomed towards whatever destination Kerry ad in mind.

Granted, she could've used her robotic octo-arms to restrain Kerry... But doing that, in mid-air, at this height... Well, let's just say that neither Relica's rotor-contraption nor her jump-boots would be enough to shoulder their combined weight and keep them from being pancaked on the ground below...

So for now all she could do was endure and-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Later that very same AAAAAAHHH!, at the Temple.


Finally having landed and being freed from her sudden kidnapper. Relica was busy being on all fours, panting and breathing ungracefully and in a raspy, ragged manner. The gremlin eventually caught herself back to a reasonable state where she could muster the strength to get off the dirt and stand back up, still not aware that her blouse bunnies were free and joyfully showing off the everything and everyone around her. She was a bit too focused on Kerry at the moment to pay much attention to anything else.

"What the actual heck, Ker." Relica said, a scowl and anger in her eyes. "You still gonna fight her? I know you're pissed, I am too y'know!, but what're you gonna get outta beating her up, huh? Satisfaction that yoo pounded a cripple into the ground? And what the hell's the deal with that coin pouch, where'd you even get it!?" Relica's first statement was more a sincere inquiry, while the latter was a less sicnere one. It didn't take a genius-level intellect to figure out where a purse of coins, that the hornet hadn't had on her before, had suddenly come from.

After waiting and, probably, listening to Kerry's response. The gremlin sighed and rubbed her tmeple.

"Fine, whatever... I'm gonna go get things ready to repair Eula once she gets back... I'll probably need to use more stuff than I'd planned since you're gonna be like this. Awesome, just what I nee- Hey, is it breezy here, ya think?"

Relica looked around. Then looked down.

Boing~

Hello~!

... ... ...

"CURRY YOU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!"

A tomato-headed gremlin than ran off with remarkable speed from the hornet's side, shielding her bosom from the harsh and probably not lecherous stares of others, as she dashed to her sanctuary for protection. Well, her workbench. Same thing, really. Seemed she'd need to fix more than just Eula's arm.

Moments later, at her wortkstation


Muttering an untold amount of curses under her breaht, Relica was going through her sack o' knacks to get set up for her eventual patient. She'd managed to fix the shirt-situation, so that was good at least, but her mind was a bit more focused on the apparent scuffle between her buddy and the automaton-girl. She would've liked to talk Kerry out of it, but knowing the hornet, there really wasn't going to be a way to do that. She'd always been head-strong and stubborn like that, even back then... Which was probably why they'd been at each others throats so often back when they first met.

Hopefully, the mercenary could reel it in a little better these days, and wouldn't go too far. The thought of adding injuries and damage onto the already battered Automaton casued a twinge of pain in Relica's chest. Honestly. She'd explained all of this to Kerry back in the days... But that stubborn muscle-head was so damn stubborn, she probably even forgot.

Having a voice inside your head that told you what t do, no matter what you wanted yourself... Being a golem or automaton was a hard life... Being created with free will, with emotions and with wants and desires of your own, but rarely if ever getting the opportunity to act on or express them... it was just unfair. Relica scowled again and angrily slammed her gloved hand onto the workbench's surface.

Which only served to hurt her hand and cause her to comedically grab it and swear a lot. Loudly.

Once the pain had subsided and she was relatively calm again, she gave her position a bit of thought. It was very likely that the mother and brat from that village were going to spread accusations about herself and kerry, and the other villagers weren't likely gonna do them any favors on that front. The monk might be willing to look the other way, givne how much of a softie he'd seemed to be, but she wouldn't put it past the guy to throw them under the carriage after this. She sighed deeply. If it came down to it, she'd just have to suck it up and shoulder the blame for this herself, hopefully, as the latest addition to the Taskforce and a relative unknown, the locals could just peg her as a volatile and untrustworthy monster, rather than having the whole group's efforts up until now undermined.

But that was a best case scenario, and if wars had taught the gremlin anyhting, it was that the best scare scenario rarely ever happened. Especially when monster-hating humans were involved.

With a bunch of parts, bits and bobs now assorted and laid out on her workbench, all the gremlin could do was sit and wait. Well, not entirely true. She remembered the scuffle with the Varjan patrol and quickly unlinked her damaged drone. At least she could tinker and fix this up while she had nothing else to do.
Relica

@PaulHaynek, [Rezod92], @The Irish Tree


Well, things just kept getting better and better, didn't they?

After the bolt of magically charged energy whizzed past Kerry's head, both the hornet and the gremlin were caught completely off-guard. Relica blinked in confusion at first, trying to process what had just happened and why. Then it all clicked. She'd seen this before after all. Well, not exactly this, but situations and scenarios similar to it. Internally, she berated herself for having overlooked the matter, but there was no time for long-winded, introspective monologues and flashbacks with lots of background and character-building right now. Kerry was about to flip her lid and that wasn't good for anyone.

As the hornet readied herself to engage the traitorous automaton, the short gremlin did her best to endure the whipping winds and surging magic energy that was forming around her companion's weaponry, slowly getting closer until she was right next to her.

And then, she put one of her tiny gloved hands on Kerry's left forearm.

"Ker, she didn't attack you. If she had, your head wouldn't be attached to your body anymore." Relica stated, in a very morbidly blunt fashion. "She did this because of me, well, because I socked that baldie." She explained, trying to calm the angry merc down. of coursse, Relica wasn't exactly in her greatest state of mind either, and the whipping and surging of Kerry's magic wasn't really helping things.

In fact, it kinda sorta really hurt and was extremely unpleasant, and the fact that the little gremlin's clothes were opejn in the front for the most part sure as heck didn't help matters. With a scowling face and narrowed eyes, the green little monster did her best to endure though.

"C'mon, let's not do this. The only ones who gain by you beating her up, or she blowing you up, are the Varjans... And the locals, I 'spose." She urged, although it was hard not to want to just use her mechanical arms to grab and pin the hornet down and drag her off forcefully.

... But doing that would have undeniably long-lasting negative consequences far beuyond what Relica was willing to endure, especially after the most recent events. She just wanted to leave this stupid hamlet, these stupid people and go back to the temple and recollect.

It was also worth mentioning that in no way was Relica's words or voice soft and/or soothing. In fact, she sounded a bit like she'd taken a huge bite out of a lemon and was just barely keeping her own shit together. But the last thing she wanted was for her colleagues and compatriots to try and rip each others' heads off because of some stupid bald monk who deserved every bit of what he'd gotten... And then some...

"Let's go back to that temple. You and her can work things out there later, alright?" There was a lot of strain in Relica's voice.

... Wait. What was that about gold? And what had Kerry thrown into that tree before she began threatening Eula? ... Was that... A bag of money? No. She hadn't.... She didn't, right? ...

... Things just kept getting better and better.

At least she'd been lucky enough that Eula's blaster bolt hadn't hit the back of her M.E.E.P pack. If it had, she wouldn't be standing here anymore... And Kerry would've gotten caught in the blast too. She should really see about reinforcing the frame of it once she got back to her workbench... Provided Kerry and Eula didn't start going at one another... 'Cuz trying to act like a wall between the two would not be easy or pleasant in the slightest.
No thanks, I'm good. I've got no interest in "I think this way so your thinking is wrong!"-arguments, because they don't accomplish anything other than make people more hostile towards each other.

If you have issues or comments like this in the future though, please PM me them so we can avoid OOC drama, alright?
@Enkryption

I'm sorry, I didn't realize roleplaying was a job/career. In the future, I shall endeavor to only make decisions that allow things to flow smoothly and not deviate from any set course, no matter how bi-polar that may cause my character to seem.
I'd rather fail a "questline" and act out my character's personality and quriks, rather than meta-game and treat the story and world as a min-max-y game. If this has consequences, my character will just hafta suck it up and deal with it when it happens, and if they can't... Well, not all stories have happy endings~
Monk was being a doo-doo head, so Relica had to punish him.

Yes. Had to. It was obligatory.

This will undobutedly have no foreseeable consequences for the taskforce what so ever!

...

...

No, you shut up!
Relica

@PaulHaynek, @Rezod92, @The Irish Tree


Kerry's words about beating the monk up had barely left the hornet's mouth, before a whirring octo-arm from Relica's backpack came zooming past. The extended mechanical limb grabbed hold of the monk's torso and then retracted him towards the gremlin - in a quick, jerking motion that most certainly wasn't pleasant.

"You absolute piece of crap..." Were the words that seeped out of the tiny monster's gritted teeth.

Anyone who was looking at Miss Umbra-Nox would notice the electric, blazing hostility in her golden eyes as they stared at the monk as if trying to bore a hole straight through the man. There was no longer any sign of sarcasm or casually insullting passive-aggressiveness. ALl that flickered in the eyes of the little green lady's eyes right at this point was hate and anger, pure and unbridled.

"We come here, to this piece of backwards-thinking pile of stagnant horse-shit you call an island, in order to save your asses 'cuz you can't do it yourselves... And this is what we get? You refuse to answer our questions, you tell us to risk ourselves to help your people, who're more afraid of us than the Varjans... And then... THEN! When we get to where you wanna go, there's nothing wrong with anyone except some dumbass brat who ate fungi he found on a wall, and you mock us?" Relica's words were more hissed and snarled rather than spoken at this point. [color=lime]"... And as if that ain't enough, you then have the nerve to call someone who got herself hurt while protecting your sorry, useless peoples' asses an unfeeling...gggghhhghh...!"/color]

With a whipping motion of her robotic arm, the monk - helplessly held a foot and a half above ground until just now - was flung haplessly through the house. Into a wall. With a loud bang. And then the falling onto the floor with a thud. And then the awkward silence that followed... Well, at least until the gremlin stomped on over and stood next to the man, who was now sprawled out on the floor.

"Hey.... Baldie... If all you wanted to do was to go and visit your bitch and your illegit kid, then all you had to do was say so. I wouldn't have taken you here, but someone else in this taskforce probably would've. No need for elaborate lies about non-infectious diseases... No need for biting your tongue whenever we ask how you know things you sensibly couldn't know...! No need for any of it, ya shit!" Relica growled.

Then, she let out a deep, pent-up breath of air. And took another big one, to calm herself down. She gave the mother a very venomous glance, then turned and walked on over back to Kerry's side. With an enraged and forceful tug, she more slammed than slid the screen door to the house open. As she now stood in the doorway, the little, angry ball of rage looked back inside.

"Ker, Eula, I'm heading back to the temple. If you wanna stick around and help this lying sack of garbage, be my guest. But I'm done putting up with this." Her statement was very clear, as was her intetions. She looked overe at Eula in particular. "Listen, whatever you decide to do Eula, come and find me at the temple, I'll get to work patching your arm back up, okay? And don't take any risks fighting more Varjans on this crap-sack's behalf."

With that, the gremlin left the abode, steam still fuming from her fuzzy big ears. As Kerry might remember, one of the best ways to tick off the gremlin was to insult or bad-mouth any members of the golem-family of monsters. And while she had learned to reel that sort of behavior in back home, because assaulting CO's and higher-ranking military officials got your locked up - repeatedly - there was no such risk here. The worst that could happen? The monster-hating people of Shizuyama kept hating monsters. Oh no, what a compelling hook to keep the taskfroce in che-- waaaaaaiiiiiit a minute...!

With thoughts like these, Relica began slowly makiing her way back the trail they'd travelled to get here. Back to the temple, and her workbench. There were things and stuff she wanted to get our and prepare before Eula got back. She ws also secretly hoping Kerry would kick the monk a few times while he was down... Y'know, for good measure.
Well... Time to burn down an entire village and blame it on the Varjans I see~

... Oh, and hope temple interiors aren't a "no smoke" zone. :3
Shizuka never learns that the monster girls ain't gonna listen to his lectures, huh? :P
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