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About vis vitalis

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  1. --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- If this Agori had met his fate so witlessly, then the same fate could befall anyone with a lesser attention span. And that would simply not do. Catina's finger tightened around the trigger of his launcher... And then he stopped once he saw the doctor's pleading face, and dart gun. The knight errant reluctantly lowered the launcher; his arm felt noticeably heavy as he did so. Perhaps there would be another opportunity to slay this beast, one in which the possibility of getting shot himself was not present... - - - --IC: Grank: New Atero-- I place the empty bowl on the table; Oko's soup is as delicious as ever, thinks I. Thinks I afterward, I know where it is I should take my fire. Tesara. For all their marketeering and peddling of wares, if I remembers correctly they have a distinct lack of home-grown, ember-forged metalwork. It's all imported. If I sets up shop there, then they won't have to pay out the nose for good quality imports, reasons I. My mind's made up. I make to stand up, but before I do, I catch a wave in my direction. Comes from a lanky red fella with pitted armor; a fellow craftsman, by the looks of him. I cast him a wave back. - - - --IC: Hestala: Tesara-- Well, it was about time. Hestala hadn't gotten up to much while she had waited for the Vista Baby to be fixed, so this was about the most exciting thing going on for her at the moment. As she approached, she cast a gaze over the fresh shell of her precious airship, and her pupils practically shapeshifted into hearts. She let out an excited squeal. "Oh, dahling! You've gone above and beyond! She's just perfect! I can't thank you enough!" The Vortixx woman threw her arms around Vehe in a hug (which doubled as an excuse to feel up his pockets). - - - --OOC:-- sorry again for the wait. computer broke again.
  2. 1 year = 1 name change. reblog to save a life.

  3. --IC: Bacchus: The Arena-- The meaning of Kaenis casting a loathing gaze upon herself was not lost on Bacchus. "Oh," he said. "That's what you mean." He scratched his head at the giant woman's question about Bota Magna natives' residency status; as far as he knew, the majority of them were still on that jungle world. "If that's the case, then we won't have to go to Bota Magna after all," he said in a hopefully encouraging tone. "If you'd like, you can certainly go and try to find one. I'd hate for one of us to have to leave, though..." More thoughts on the symbol representing the Red Star whirled through his head. Wasn't there an old legend about it being the place where departed souls came to rest? How would they get their hands on a departed soul? It wasn't as if one of them could just die and come back to life... could they? Another outlandish theory that might bear some looking into, but for now, he would be content with trying out their theory about Bota Magna. - - - --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- Catina did not put his launcher down, nor did he fire it despite the tendrils of horror creeping up around his heart. If the consumption of this plant creature's seeds resulted in a half-death like the one the poor Agori was experiencing, then he wasn't so sure it would be a good idea to let it take root elsewhere. Perhaps it would be best to put both plant and Agori out of their misery. Still, he respected the doctor's wishes and did not fire. Instead, he cast another thought, asking why the Agori would willingly consume a seed. --OOC:-- sorry for the wait, everyone. my computer broke. this arena mystery is getting real puzzling.
  4. recently finished a drawing of gali that my mate requested. took way too long, but we both were happy with it.
  5. --IC: Hestala: Tesara-- Above her pink aviators, Hestala shadowed her brow and peered around for the specific number of the bay she had parked the Vista Baby in. "Number 42, on the outskirts. I'll expect to see you there tout suite, dahling!" - - - --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- If setting up roots and growing potentially involved more Agori becoming twisted and tormented like this one, Catina wasn't so sure he would take kindly to having this plant around. He mentally asked the plant if this root situation it was currently in would be the exception or the rule.
  6. --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- Polite had never been Catina's style, not since his crash. But regardless, he still did not pull the trigger; he kept the launcher where it was and mentally asked the plant (why of his own volition, despite his extreme disgust, he didn't know) what he meant by not meaning them any harm.
  7. --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- The poor Agori was in clear pain. He? She? It just wanted to be put out of its misery; that would be the pragmatic thing to do. Would this plant survive if its host were killed? Would it puppeteer the corpse around as it was now doing with the live body? Or would it perish, and its mind reading with it? Catina raised his launcher, but he did not aim it at the more concentrated areas of plant. He pointed it at the crying Agori's head... and waited.
  8. --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- The last word seemed to slam Catina back into the door frame. It was reading his mind, there was no other explanation for it. Never mind how a grotesque plant parasite inside an Agori's husk had learned to communicate- somehow it was invading his mind and rustling through his thoughts without permission. And as a Glatorian who liked his privacy, in all forms, this did not sit well with him at all. Could the beast see as well as speak and think other's thoughts? The knight errant tried his best to close off his mind so that it would not perceive his hand going slowly for his Thornax launcher...
  9. --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- He reeled back slightly. He had not said a word- he was physically incapable of saying a word- only asking his question with a thought and an expression. And the creature had given an answer out loud. How was this possible? Catina thought briefly. How could it know what I asked, without me asking it?
  10. --IC: Catina: Cliffside-- Catina flexed his hands experimentally, tested the limits of the soft throbbing pain that filled his stitches. They would hold, and they would hold well. It was very good. The knight errant stood awkwardly for a moment, unsure of his next step. The doctor said that he was free to go; was that true? Would he not ask for money in exchange for his service? Should he, Catina, offer some of his meager store of widgets unprompted? Ultimately, he decided to give a nod of acknowledgement before he caught the doctor's aside glance, toward the strange Agori-plant creature. He quirked an eyebrow, as if to ask, "What exactly is that?"
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