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Using a metal object that runs on a rather delicate power source to create the heat and to run the chainsaw part?
...
The sword absorbs the electricity and...causes the sword to explode.
Megan's suit puts a helmet around her head as she looks away. "Well, seems like there's something I've still gotta change in that."
No, he just wanted to see if the blade wouldn't break. Even if it did run on a power-source he thought it would hold, oh well. The explosion hits Damian, how would it not, and there are shards of glass everywhere. The shards melt into slime and gather at the center of the explosion and Damian reforms himself..... and he's naked.
"The problem with fast forms is that they break so easily. And I'm buck naked again......."
He has the decency to turn away from Megan.
(On an unrelated note I read that Megan is good aligned, why is she in AMEN, just asking.)
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((Because when I made Megan she was good. But that was a while ago. She's become more of a neutral now with good tendencies. She pretty much just wants a place to do whatever she wants in peace and AMEN was more than happy to comply. Though, she only came to AMEN in the beginning thanks to her old partner Seltz, and stuck around since she got a huge amount of lab space)) "Yeah, I can see that. The only spare things I have that'll fit you is skintight jumpsuits that conform to your body. Feels like you're wearing nothing at all though."
She points to the lockers where she got the uniforms for them earlier. "They're over there."
She sheathed the sword and put it away before turning the helmet function of the suit off.
"I should get back to some of my projects. You guys can live in my lab for as long as you want, just don't touch any of my experiments."
She walks away, taking her armor off till she only has a skin tight jumpsuit on.
She then puts on her black t-shirt, some jeans, and a lab coat.
And then starts to finish a gun that someone had put an order in for.
I guess I'll have to find another weapon.
The rest of the team takes a break and stays near the bunk beds. Damian isn't that tired or even hurt so he'll see what he can do around AMEN. Damian gets his jumpsuit and puts it on. He decides it looks ridiculous as his bulge and behind are shaped and easily seen. He takes a spare pair of pants and travel boots from his sparse pack of clothes, wears it and leaves the Biolab. The six will stay quietly in the Biolab unless I say so or Megan kicks them out.
[Biolab---> AMEN grounds]
Damian wanders around to look for things or people of interest.
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Megan finished on the gun and started up the production of Damien's new sword, this one made so it won't explode if the power source is overloaded.
She also looks at the rest of the guys.
She then went to the fridge and grabbed a case of Mag-Cola, bringing it over to the bunk beds.
"So since you guys will probably be living here for a while, why don't you tell me something about you guys?"
"Oh, and feel free to take some Mag-Cola from the case."
She takes a can herself and opens it, taking a drink from it.
"Sure. The seven of us come from another world though that seems to be common with the inhabitants of this place. Our world died and returned to its egg state where it would await rebirth. Many who survived the world's death and who were born from it argued as to how the next world should be. Battles were fought and one side won. They turned the world in to a world of stillness. No suffering, no change, just empty shells that praise a god 24/7.
Before that happened someone created us. We don't know exactly who or what our creator was but it made us, we still had the memory of it. The time when we were born, when all we thought of was lust, gluttony, greed, wrath, envy, sloth and pride. Then it gave us form, some info, memories and personalities, we seem to be modeled after creatures our creator himself knew .
We managed to survive the world's rebirth but we were immediately expunged from the world and ended up here. Unfortunately we landed in a place filled with Holy, Templar and Crusader's sphere's of influence. Damian kept us alive so we follow his lead. So far we managed to find a way to turn our own world back to normal.
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Julianette holds out a book named Ars Goetia.
"Wit' this book we gotta chance ta get our world back! We gotta be stonge' though!"
That should fully explain their origins.
"Though I'm not sure what value our origins our to you, its not really a problem for anyone to know."
"I'm sure you've heard about Lucifer, Satan, etc. The seven princes of hell? Well we plan on reviving them and summon them in our world to bring balance and maybe a bit of chaos back. Cause the 7 princes of hell and the 72 demon warriors are all dead in our world. Don't worry though, we'll make sure they don't get summoned here as that would be bad for all of us."
The members of the team who are awake drink the mag-colas, wonder what they are made of.
"That is our story. For now all we seek is power."
Whattabout you Megan? Whyaa makin' all these gizmos?
"Thanks for letting us stay here. We'll be around till Damien figures out the next step. Although if needed you can ask one or all of us to do jobs for you, call it rent."
Damien may or may not, depending on whether he's trying to specifically avoid him or not, run into Kal, who is wandering around the base, with a bottle of tequila in his hand. "Looks like you managed to find yourself a shirt." Says Kal, taking a swig from the bottle. It doesn't seem to be having much of an effect on him. "Hopefully the others of your little gang will follow your example."
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"All of us heal faster than humans but not amazing. Zediniah does have the fastest healing I've seen though among us, though whether you think its amazing is up to you."
"I heal damage real fast like, minor cuts don't even gottime ta hurt! Acids and poisons dunna work on me either."
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"We did thanks to Megan. The only reason we didn't have any shirts worn is because we didn't have any. Fighting with Templars, Crusaders and such with our style leaves us only with rags." Damian will be civil unless attacked or provoked like in the Moff situation. They weren't even talking to Moff when he had to go drama queen on the seven.
"Anyway was there something you wanted Chief?"
Damien asks, wondering what Kal was doing other than drinking non-effective wine.
"Nope. Just idly wandering." Says Kal, taking another drink from the bottle of tequila which is clearly labeled as such so it's a wonder why anyone would confuse it for wine. Of course, straight from the bottle is a terrible way to drink tequila (probably), but Kal probably knows that. He probably doesn't even like tequila, he just does that to annoy any Mexicans he happens to come across. "Which one are you anyway? Greed? Gluttony? You got a sort of desirey type of feel about you, though of course not in the way I'm used to."
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
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"Wanna test out something for me then?"
Megan had the chance to finally test out the updated Mechano-Panther software and equipment on a living person!
"I'm Gluttony though a persona was put in me so I don't just act like a mindless beast. I can control the hunger."
And that is why no waves of ravaging hunger comes out from Damian.
"Are you perhaps in anyway a sort of incarnation of sin as well?" Damian wonder's if he's one of those 7 in 1 types.
"Oh. If you're Gluttony, why aren't you fat?"
*drink* "I mean, Beelzebub's fat."
*drink* "Well, he's not actually fat."
*drink* "I mean, he's a giant sentient cloud of flies. I don't think it's possible for him to be fat."
*drink* "But he's, y'know, fat at heart."
*drink* "Well, hearts."
*drink* "The flies are fat, or something. You know what I mean."
*dri- "Damn. Out of tequila."
Kal shakes the bottle upside down for a moment, then shrugs and throws it over his shoulder, where it breaks with a merry crash against the wall into little tiny shards for some poor henchman to step on later. "And no, I'm not anything as fancy as one of those. The horns and tail might tip you off a little."
He taps a horn with his finger. "So listen, I'm going to go find a Moff and make out with him for a while before tying him to a bed and making him listen to some Jason Mraz music. Wanna come along?"
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"This is the body I was given. I have no complaints about it."Damian takes notice of the tail and horns which I guess means he's a demon.
"I do not wish to met a Moff as 1. I have no sexual impulses or desires to men or women, i wasn't made that way Lust is. 2. I have the feeling Moff may want my demise and i have no wish to get my probationary membership revoked by Lord Magtok." He be forced to fight the mechano-panthers if that happens.
"But if you need a job done along the lines of fighting monsters or beasts, taking over an area for AMEN, fetching an artifact I will oblige as I am sure it will make me stronger." Eating the foes he encounters makes him stronger after all one monster he ate gave him the skill to fight at Mach 1 speed. After saluting or such to Kal Damian will continue to wander around AMEN grounds as Kal has a session with a Moff.
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"Wanna test out something for me then?"
Megan had the chance to finally test out the updated Mechano-Panther software and equipment on a living person!
Oh you are so glad Kal didn't notice you calling him a demon, Mr. OoC text. You would have been in for it then.
At any rate, Kal wanders away in search of a Moff to torture, muttering to himself. "No wait, I think I did Mraz already, or maybe I only planned to in the OoC chat. Maybe I should try The Eagles?"
... "Nah, that's low, even for me."
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I still consider myself a feminist despite having a biological attraction to certain parts of female anatomy and the desire to now and again see plate metal curvaceously wrapping around their sensual forms in a cradle of cold, sumptuous, steel.
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"No armor then..."
The Mechano-panther came out!
It looked just like the ones at AMEN!
It gave a rumbling, mechanical growl before opening its mouth wide and releasing 9mm bullets towards the girl's legs!
Not a girl a woman, her face looks over 20. The Bullets go through the legs but Zediniah just roars. If you look closely the bullets are on the floor and there are no wounds on her. In one instant she is a red-furred beast on four legs. Its size is, let me put it this way, if you are 8 feet tall she would match that height while on all fours as for her legs its a torso of a man, just proportion the other parts. Zediniah will attempt to mash it with her claws.
Julianette talks to Megan
"Just a warning she may shoot a beam out of her mouth, its quite destructive. I can go to her mind so she doesn't, if you want."
Damien, or anyone else for that matter, might well bump into Isabelle. The animal-mutating magic lady would appear to have been hard at work.
She's currently wearing white overalls. And her hair has been tied back. She's also got a pair of white rubber gloves on.
Oh, yes, and there's bits of ferret all over her, even the odd blotch of stuff on her face. Her eyes have, however, been protected from the ferret-y mess by a pair of goggles. Oh, and that would appear to be some ferret fur caught in her hair as well!
My my, she has been hard at work.
Cedric, as always, remains perched on her shoulder, free of any of the bits of ferret that cover his owner.
And that looks suspiciously like the spine of a ferret over Isabelle's other shoulder. How did that get there?
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