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poly_chromatic2012-02-18 07:19 pm
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003 - The Hesitant One, The Hybrid, Entangled in Himself - [Video/Action - Open]
[Karl isn't happy.]
[In fact, crouched near the eviscerated remains of a sand-worm, he is downright pissed-off. And downright filthy. His hair is greasy, skin a mass of cuts and bruises. His tuxedo coat is gone, as is most of his shirt, and his trousers look... half-dissolved. As if he was being digested in something's belly.]
[Well. He kinda was.]
[Several of Karl's red spikes stick out from the sand-worm's twitching body. Scowling, he grips one spike in both gunk-covered hands—and pulls. There is a noise like slime backing up in a drain. Teeth gritted, he tears the spike out, spattering more grunge everywhere—and jams it back in. At his feet, the sand-worm convulses wildly—then slumps.]
[Muttering, Karl backs away. His hands are torn and red. But as he uses one to wipe the sludge off his face, the cuts are already healing.]
I've changed my mind. This desert is repulsive. These monsters are repulsive. THIS CITY IS REPULSIVE!
[Getting eaten sure spoils a guy's mood. In the hot sunlight, Karl's shockingly white skin is lobster-red with sunburn. He tries to slap away the sand sticking everywhere. No success.]
Damn this sand! Damn this heat! DAMN THIS CURSE!
[In a fit of temper, he kicks the dead sand-worm. Slips in a pool of its blood. And lands flat on his rear-end.]
Ughhh!
[Wild-eyed, he snatches up his network device.]
A message for the 'Dieties'. Couldn't you at least create monsters that tasted good? Not bitter and cold, like that one?! It'll take days to get that taste out of my mouth!
[Glowering, he spits.]
It's been six days. I'm tired of this pointless wilderness. I'm tired of the infernal sunlight. And most of all, I'm tired of this damned SAND always chafing my—[He clenches his teeth.]—my legs.
[Aaand everything in between. Letting the device drop, Karl returns to dusting the sand off. Good luck, buddy. There's plenty more where that came from.]
[OOC: Have a regurgitated, very sandy, very mad vampire, City! Come bug him (or offer him a change of clothes. He doesn't do the tanning thing too well :|b )The post is open for anything! Video/Voice/Text/Action!]
[In fact, crouched near the eviscerated remains of a sand-worm, he is downright pissed-off. And downright filthy. His hair is greasy, skin a mass of cuts and bruises. His tuxedo coat is gone, as is most of his shirt, and his trousers look... half-dissolved. As if he was being digested in something's belly.]
[Well. He kinda was.]
[Several of Karl's red spikes stick out from the sand-worm's twitching body. Scowling, he grips one spike in both gunk-covered hands—and pulls. There is a noise like slime backing up in a drain. Teeth gritted, he tears the spike out, spattering more grunge everywhere—and jams it back in. At his feet, the sand-worm convulses wildly—then slumps.]
[Muttering, Karl backs away. His hands are torn and red. But as he uses one to wipe the sludge off his face, the cuts are already healing.]
I've changed my mind. This desert is repulsive. These monsters are repulsive. THIS CITY IS REPULSIVE!
[Getting eaten sure spoils a guy's mood. In the hot sunlight, Karl's shockingly white skin is lobster-red with sunburn. He tries to slap away the sand sticking everywhere. No success.]
Damn this sand! Damn this heat! DAMN THIS CURSE!
[In a fit of temper, he kicks the dead sand-worm. Slips in a pool of its blood. And lands flat on his rear-end.]
Ughhh!
[Wild-eyed, he snatches up his network device.]
A message for the 'Dieties'. Couldn't you at least create monsters that tasted good? Not bitter and cold, like that one?! It'll take days to get that taste out of my mouth!
[Glowering, he spits.]
It's been six days. I'm tired of this pointless wilderness. I'm tired of the infernal sunlight. And most of all, I'm tired of this damned SAND always chafing my—[He clenches his teeth.]—my legs.
[Aaand everything in between. Letting the device drop, Karl returns to dusting the sand off. Good luck, buddy. There's plenty more where that came from.]
[OOC: Have a regurgitated, very sandy, very mad vampire, City! Come bug him (or offer him a change of clothes. He doesn't do the tanning thing too well :|b )The post is open for anything! Video/Voice/Text/Action!]
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I'd invite you to ask that question while floating in that thing's gut, as I was a few moments ago.
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[But he cheats and stays invisible...]
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2/2
Nevermind. This City's diversity should cease to surprise me by now.
[Private]
Not to mention that bastard ate my meal.
[He aims the network device at the human remains in the sand-worm's slashed belly. All in all, not an appetizing sight.]
Private
But ah, what a pity. That seems fairly messy and digested already.
Private
[He's messing with ya, bro. Don't mind him.]
Indeed. Are you faring any better in that regard?
Private
[lol he doesn't mind.]
I've found some people that didn't make it, and I got some spare parts.
Private
[Not the way he'd go about it - he likes his meals whole. But hey. To each his own. He smirks.]
I'll be sure to inform you, if I happen upon any 'unclaimed baggage,' Mr...
[He didn't quite catch your name.]
Private
Corpseblight. Gabriel Corpseblight.
Private
~'Finger food' it is, then.
A pleasure, Mr. Corpseblight. I am Karl Fei-Ong.
Private
It's good to meet people of a similar mindset, sir Fei-Ong.
[Interesting name.]
Private
~I couldn't agree more. In such a dreary City, it's quite a gladdening encounter.
[Says the Meaningfully Named man called Corpseblight xD]
Private
[Well, he has the excuse that it's taken. 'Silvergate' was too... human.]
Private
[He'll fetch a semi-dead person or two for 'snacks' :|]
Private
Private
Private
Not... at the moment, Mr. Hargraves. And you?
Private
Private
[Exhaling, he flicks a piece of gunk off his face.]
But moreso when one is doing the devouring, rather than being devored, wouldn't you agree?
Private
Private
~Ah, well. That one learnt from the error of his ways.
Now if only I could find a change of clothes...
Private
[A chuckle before he continues.]
I would provide you with clothes but I'm afraid we are in different cities.
Private
[Smiling, he tilts his head.]
Ah. So the rumors of this twin 'Glass City' are true, then?
Private
Private
[Especially one that's as addled as his :|],/small>
Well, in your case, that could be a boon or an anti-blessing. Do the City's denizens face greater dangers on this Other Side?
Private
Private
And suddenly I'm reminded of those sayings about 'Glass Houses and Stones'.
I must say, I'm envious. The desert is a cornucopia of easy prey. But it lacks...creature comforts.
Private
I find the glass to be easily manageable. Plus, I am able to watch people attempt to rush out to save precious friends.
Private
Private
Private
[His grin is entirely inappropriate for such somber news.]
How tragic. But I suspect they won't be the last before this curse is over...
[Not if he has anything to do with it, anyway.]
Private
Private
[He chuckles at this happy tidbit of information.]
I'll gladly share any similar tidings that come my way.
[Especially if he's the perpetrator.]
Private
Private
[His grin has an edge of pure feral delight.]
We must meet in person, once circumstances allow.