HALO 181: 0.55% Cooler Than The Last One!

[Fenric]

[Tobias' Glade]

Linda holds her composure remarkably well - if anything about the situation has confused her, she hides it. She salutes in a modified Roman style and introduces herself, making an effort to not be too "military clipped" in her delivery.

Specialist Private First Class Iolanda Naxira NarCelma, formerly assigned to the Lower Forward Starboard Weapons Group of the Dreadnaught 'Lance of Eternity'. My friends call me Linda, sir. Pleasure to meet you.

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

Lucky stretches his arms and gets out of the pool, sitting on the edge so that only his legs are in the water. He's wearing swimming trunks and is quite muscular. "Hello, Marleena." He glances at Ross. "Who's he?"

[Arkhosia]

[Entryway

I wish to work for the security of others and ensure that, at the very least, justice will be dealt to those who try to escape it.
Blanche replies, determination ringing in her voice. No wonder she regards Kyne with veneration. She is the Huntress, one who allies with good.

[Queen of Thorns]

Pool

Ross shouldn't have too much trouble getting it on in way that actually stays on this time.

Marlena points behind herself with her thumb.
"This is Ross."

[DoomITP]

Pool

Ross watches lucky warily as he steps from behind Marlena.

"Nice to meet you."

[Mee]

[Glade]

No, Swan's supposed to have tits now. It's a long story. Top secret. Super spy shenanigans. Tobias carefully lays another log on the fire.

Glade

"I," Civvy pauses and blinks a few times. "That's not what I meant. But I was curious about that. I'll need to talk to Swan about that, then.

But no, I meant-" Then Grant and Linda show up, and Civvy moves a bit to the side to let them talk.

((And if I missed replying to anyone, please let me know.))

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

Lucky grunts. "Ross. Sounds like a rich boy name. You a rich boy, Ross?" He stares at Ross, expecting an answer.

[DoomITP]

Pool

Ross looks between Lucky and Marlena.

Never did meet a rich kid in a prison camp.

[Queen of Thorns]

Pool

Marlena twiddles her thumbs uncomfortably at the sudden feeling of tension in the room.
"He's really smart though."
She says with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

Lucky blinks. "Prison camp? We are similar, den." He flicks the water and makes it warmer by touch. "Ah, daz more like it, yeah?"

"Oh yeah? Marlena, everyone and their mother think they're really smart. Unless he one of dose scientist types, den he's just made an acquaintance. Lucky knows a few scientist types."

[DoomITP]

Pool

Ross decides to allow the tension to release and neglect to push any further along this line of discussion.

I make things for HALO.

[Queen of Thorns]

Pool

Marlena smiles.
"He is a scientist."
She retorts, echoing his own proclamation that he "makes things".

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

"A scientist. Dat wasn't so hard, was it, Ross?" Lucky gestures to the two. "Lucky can help control matter for you. Looking for a rare metal? Give him some plastic and he'll turn it for you. Helped some scientist types that way. When they betray me, I turn them into candy."

He gestures at Marlena. "Trust is an illusion. Best to always be on guard. Lucky can help while you decide if it's worth it to stab him in the back."

[DoomITP]

Pool

Ross looks rather uncomfortable with Lucky thus far.

Think I'll do my work on my own, thanks. Robs you of the joy of doing something if you do it the easy way.

[Queen of Thorns]

Pool

Marlena's hair flutters about, expressing her discomfort.
"I don't want to stab Ross in the back."

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

Lucky shakes his head. "Your lab... your loss, Ross."

He does a backward flip and somehow ends up fully-clothed. DMC5 style. "Everyone wants to stab everyone in the back. The only one Lucky can rely on is family, and even they are all dead. Everyone betrays everyone, because everyone is selfish."

[DoomITP]

Pool

Ross looks back at Lucky watchfully, he isn't physically fit to handle him but he has more than one way to deal with threatening situations.

Bitter words. Doesn't mean they apply to anyone else. Plenty of good people to be found here.

[Queen of Thorns]

Pool

Marlena just kinda stays quiet for this bit. She decides it's not a good time to reiterate her argument about bad people pretending to be good people.

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

Lucky sighs. There's a hint of sadness for a split second. "I'll believe it when I see it." First time referring to himself in the first-person.

"SO!" He stretches, the plastic smile back on his face. "On to less bleak things. You have a lab, yes?" He gestures to Ross. "What do you make?"

[Beans]

[Infirmary]

Hmmmmmmmmm. Her tail twitching in amusement, the Marchioness turns to the Poneran woman. I shall fulfill my end of the bargain immediately. Begone, you lesser being. Tell your Queen such experiments are abominations best not repeated! And then, with a seemingly effortless tug of her hand, she pulls the evil demon right out of Agatha and casts it out of this dimension. If Carrie is still sensitive to the invisible currents of power, she should be able to feel the magnitude of Curiosity's strength. It might even be on the same level as some of the Angelican Aspects. Exactly who is she dealing with?

Carrie feels the power (UUUUUUUNLLLLLLLLIMITED POWWWAAAHHHHH) and shivers a little. On one hand, it's intimidating.
On the other hand, it's maybe a little attractive.
Dammit.

Lab

Pesty might find herself snuck up upon by my favorite demon girl.

PESTY!!

Bobbie shrieks with a pitch so high any nearby dogs might start whimpering.

Pesty whirls around. YES I AM.

[DoomITP]

Pool

Ross shrugs, he never dedicated himself to a certain area of study.

Whatever mechanical things I can make for the base.

--

Lab

Pesty is most likely on the receiving end of one of Bobbie's bull rush hugs.

Howareyouit'sbeenforever!Iseverythingalright?somuc hhashappenedit'ssuchaloooooooooongstory!!I'mjustgl adyou'reback!

Bobbie, speaking forgot you how to.

[Queen of Thorns]

Pool

"He just had an idea for metal that can alter it's own properties."
She pipes up.

[The Bushranger]

[Observation Window]

As Erin stands by the observation window she may hear a very quiet "eee" noise that seems to be increasing in volume as long as she stands there.

And it's almost deafening by the time she turns to see where it's coming from, blinking in surprise!

[FireFox]

Tobias' Glade

Grant swings open Tobias' door open and steps in.

How're you, Tobias? Been a minute.

He gestures back at Linda.

The short version here is that Linda here is Vulpan military from another timeline that got stuck here. She wanted me to see if I could get her properly adjusted to the Nexus Vulpans. Provided you wouldn't have her on board naturally. She's pretty capable, I had half a mind to recruit her myself.

[Tobias' Glade]

Linda holds her composure remarkably well - if anything about the situation has confused her, she hides it. She salutes in a modified Roman style and introduces herself, making an effort to not be too "military clipped" in her delivery.

Specialist Private First Class Iolanda Naxira NarCelma, formerly assigned to the Lower Forward Starboard Weapons Group of the Dreadnaught 'Lance of Eternity'. My friends call me Linda, sir. Pleasure to meet you.

Glade

"I," Civvy pauses and blinks a few times. "That's not what I meant. But I was curious about that. I'll need to talk to Swan about that, then.

But no, I meant-" Then Grant and Linda show up, and Civvy moves a bit to the side to let them talk.

((And if I missed replying to anyone, please let me know.))

[Tobias' Glade]

Good to see you again, Grant. She's not from the timeline where the Black Fox is trying to take over Earth, is she? She'd have to avoid Matt and the pilot in the aerial base until we can explain things. Hmm, that's an odd combination of the E-3 and E-4 ranks Tobias is familiar with. Wait, demarking a ship's Weapons Groups in three dimensions... Could her Dreadnaught be... He did use "timeline" and not "alternate reality", didn't he? Welcome aboard, Spfc. NarCelma. I am Tobias Vulpan, King of Vulpania, Commander of HALO, and a few other titles not germane to this discussion. Now, in all the versions of my nation throughout the multiverse that I am familiar with, none of my people... share your physical characteristics. Hmm... It's possible that Grant has arrived at an incorrect conclusion, through no fault of his own. Do your people worship, or have a creation myth involving, a goddess named Inari?

He gestures for Civvy to come back and continue. If this is sensitive, she can communicate telepathically with him. An unknown problem takes priority.

[Entryway

I wish to work for the security of others and ensure that, at the very least, justice will be dealt to those who try to escape it.
Blanche replies, determination ringing in her voice. No wonder she regards Kyne with veneration. She is the Huntress, one who allies with good.

[Entryway]

Well. That's one way of putting it, I guess. I see. Welcome to HALO, then. Kyne seems somewhat bored by that answer and turns to walk away.

Carrie feels the power (UUUUUUUNLLLLLLLLIMITED POWWWAAAHHHHH) and shivers a little. On one hand, it's intimidating.
On the other hand, it's maybe a little attractive.
Dammit.

[Infirmary]

It's done. Just like that. Which is why you get a demon to handle demon things and not hand an inexperienced wizard a dusty old grimoire and some chalk. Kind of anticlimactic, in a way, but at least Agatha isn't going to die. ... Oh my Goddess, this isn't a fever dream. You're really a demon and she--finger pointed accusingly at Carrie--is literally insane and has some sort of obsession with me. When did this even become my life.

[Devixer]

Vacant Bedroom

Iamar enters this room in particular and moves to the bed. She gently lifts the bat from her shoulder, which wakes it up.

"It doesn't look like there's a place for you to rest, Khayrat," she says. "I'll have to make one for you." Its response is to rub its head with a wingtip and fly over to a pillow, where it lays. Iamar sighs and moves the pillow onto a cabinet before laying down.

[DoomITP]

Tobias' Glade

Grant nods, thinking to himself, alternate reality did make more sense. It would explain why Linda's variation of Vulpan looked to be an entirely difference species.

Mmm... To be honest Tobias to me the difference between the two is hardly relevant in the Nexus, though I will agree that alternate reality would explain why Specialist Linda here is far more... Fuzzy than most of Vulpans I've met.

His face turns slightly more sober.

It's just as well, I got back from the fight at VIGIL if you're interested to hear about what happened.

Observation Window

It appears to be little Salvy, Grant's daughter whom is quite excited to see one of her Dad's friends. Spoiled rotten I tell you!

--

Pool

Ross turns and smiles slightly at Marlena though it's clear he is still rather nervous.

[Cyber Punk]

[Pool]

"You know, you just need to say so and Lucky would help." He smirks.

[Arkhosia]

[B][entryway][b]

my reasoning may be a dime a dozen, but I will not falter in the pursuit of justice. I refuse to let my heritage define me.
Blanche replies.

[Fenric]

[Tobias' Glade]

Linda's composure finally cracks a bit and she smiles

No, sir: I am unaware of any "Black Fox", and I'm afraid that "Earth" is a ruined ball of molten rock where I am from.

It would seem that there has been a simple linguistic coincidence with my species' name and your family name, presuming both are derived from an ancient word for fox.

And yes, sir: the religious folks still worship Inari though I never really saw the point, myself.

[Beans]

[Infirmary]

It's done. Just like that. Which is why you get a demon to handle demon things and not hand an inexperienced wizard a dusty old grimoire and some chalk. Kind of anticlimactic, in a way, but at least Agatha isn't going to die. ... Oh my Goddess, this isn't a fever dream. You're really a demon and she--finger pointed accusingly at Carrie--is literally insane and has some sort of obsession with me. When did this even become my life.

Carrie huffs. Cute how you forget the part where I made a deal with a demon to save your life because I care about you despite your insistence on being generally unpleasant.

Lab
Pesty is most likely on the receiving end of one of Bobbie's bull rush hugs.

Howareyouit'sbeenforever!Iseverythingalright?somuc hhashappenedit'ssuchaloooooooooongstory!!I'mjustgl adyou'reback!

Bobbie, speaking forgot you how to.

Pesty hugs back, listening very carefully.
I was napping. I think. And deadtimed. I did some stuff!