Chevaleresse Posted October 10, 2016 Share Posted October 10, 2016 She shook her head. "Pirate with a vendetta. Or, I used to be." The spike in curiosity did bother her ever so slightly, but not enough to be impactful. A voyeur like this man seemed to be was unexpected, but in hindsight wasn't really that shocking. You had to be pretty screwed in the head to end up here, she supposed. "As for looking like this, I'm just a health nut that runs a fried chicken stand." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted October 10, 2016 Share Posted October 10, 2016 "Welp, guess that means you won't be the one I'll have to keep tabs on the most then...""Oh, Pirate huh? Eh, that's not anywhere as interesting a story, but alright I guess..." He let the bullshit about fried chicken stands slide though. He knew an obvious bit of evasion when he saw it, but there was no reason to pry any deeper than he already had. Besides, there was still the eyeless one... "What about you kiddo? What was your beef with johnny law?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Okami Posted October 10, 2016 Share Posted October 10, 2016 "I..." Matty stammers, trying to figure out how to make what she did not sound as bad as it was. This guy didn't seem to mind too much about what the others had done and he himself wasn't in here for something as simple as tax evasion. Maybe they wouldn't care. "IgavePARASOLCorporationnuclearlaunchcodesthatwipedoutalllifeonT-17Gama.I'minhereforaidingingenocide." She blurts out in a single breath, as if talking fast would make what she did any less terrible. When she was finished Matty returns to throwing her gaze around the hall again, looking for an escape route if need be. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sutoratosu Posted October 10, 2016 Share Posted October 10, 2016 "Genocide, eh?" His eyes were unreadable behind those thick shades, though he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder at the space ferret, "Oh yeah, I heard all about that through the grapevine... you were one of Parasol's lackeys doing their dirty work eh? Well, best advice I can give ya is to buddy up with Starfox over there... you're both about in the same boat. Just like with him, ya never know when someone with a chip on their shoulder is gonna figure out why you're here and try to shiv ya in the mess or the showers... only a matter of time kiddos, better prepare." He considered cooling it with the revenge and death prophecies for just a moment, maybe try to lighten things for them... but as far as he could see it, they both really were screwed in the end, if there was even a single other inmate in here with any fond personal ties to the Gamans or that water world...the only real bit of respite was "but eh, look on the bright side, if they do get ya, at least they can only do it once, right? Can't kill a ghost afterall. Or... can you? Ya'll will have to get back to me on that... though I guess if they can, that would be a bit hard for you to do...eh, anyways...you, bug man-" He turned himself to the large insectoid that had previously been staring at him, "What about you, buddy? Don't think I've seen one of your kind before. Whatcha have to do to get tossed into this joint like the rest of us?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Combat Posted October 10, 2016 Author Share Posted October 10, 2016 For someone so knowledgeable, he certainly doesn’t seem to realize the properties of us Familiars… Iota thought to himself, crossing his arms after putting his cardboard box down. Iota had assumed that the Corpus Collar was just going to keep his from Refreshing himself into or out of certain areas, and wasn’t actually going to turn him into a spirit. In a way, that thought was almost comforting, since I Iota were to become a spirit, that would finally prove that Familiars had souls, which was the subject of debate among many churches throughout the galaxy. Maybe I should test this theory… Though the last thing I want to do is stain my lab coat… Hmm… Looking about the room, Iota sized up each of the members, trying to get a figure on who could possibly be a useful ally. The one who had shredded his cover seemed to be a little too smart, and didn’t seem to be the one to intervene. Plus, he looked unarmed, which wouldn’t be very helpful is an acid spitting fish man was after him. The human woman seemed to know her way around a fight, but… She kind of scares me… Still, if she’s a pirate, I might be able to bribe her. Or is that mercenaries you can bribe? The blind humanoid looked (See what I did there, twice) like she was the only one who was directly regretful for her actions, which meant she might not be much use in a fight. Still, a wise falcon hides her claws. Finally, there was the giant bug… Thing. I kind of want to ride it into battle. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Combat Posted October 20, 2016 Author Share Posted October 20, 2016 (edited) With a wheeze and a hack, The Warden spat a chunk of unknown material into his coffee cup and grimaced, realizing all to late how disgusting that was. Grabbing the cup with his free hand, The Warden tossed it into a nearby waste basket. “You would think…” he grumbled to himself, his eyebrows rising and lowering at an impressive rate “That being isolated in a small room away from the general population would be enough to stop all pathogens… But noooooo…” Turning back to the monitors, The Warden suddenly remembered his new playthings that had just arrived. Normally, he would have made sure they knew they were in his domain now, but for some reason he slacking. Well, let’s fix that, shall we? Pulling a nearby lever, several of the decontamination chambers suddenly shut, and with a flick of a switch, several of the path ways down the hall followed a similar fate, fastening themselves closed with a powerful magnetic lock. Finally, The Warden pressed a large blue button, which caused the ground underneath the prisoners to shift. Oh yeah, this is my favorite part… Grabbing the microphone, The Warden spoke into it saying in a cheerful voice “I’m so glad you’re all becoming fast friends! Now, let’s get you to the briefing room… Faster!” The Warden knew this message would only reach the prisoners in that specific hallway, and after cracking his neck, he twisted a knob. The floor underneath the prisoners began to move, acting like a moving pathway, forcing them down the hall and towards… God I love my job… Edited October 20, 2016 by Combat Medic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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