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  • #7508

    Kriss
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    (posted on the bulletin, written in Terran)

    Doctor Caulder is seeking 3-5 able-bodied individuals to accompany him on an expedition into the wilds. Due to the nature of the expedition, firearms and other projectile weapons will be less than useful; it is strongly recommended that applicants bring skills in close combat and/or magic.

    To put it succinctly, we will be diplomatically assisting the local fish-folk with their troublesome population of electric Eels. Leave your sensitive electronics at home and be prepared for a swim!

    Each participant will be paid 50 Elyrium worth of merchandise, plus be allowed to keep whatever spoils might be found on the journey.

    #7556

    Mikaela Searight
    Participant

    Diplomatic assistance, huh?”

    A magenta hand rubs a white-stubbled chin in thought. Was this the kind work he was sent out here for? Dangerous ventures proclaiming to be altruism, but sounding suspiciously like some sort of crony capitalism? Mordekai has seen enough of it in his lifetime to know. It’s highly unlikely this is what his sylphen instructor had in mind when they requested his presence in this neck of the Nexus. And 50 Elyrium of “merchandise” is hardly worth anything, at least to most people. But there is no such thing as too little in his situation. Besides, perhaps he will make some meaningful connections here before venturing out onto the Fringe, a possibility worth far more than 50 Elyrium. Having connections means having a better chance of surviving. Something he wholly intends on doing, considering the responsibilities he bears.

    “Guess I’ll… Seek out one ‘Doctor Caulder,’ then,” he says with a sigh, adjusting his gear for a moment before setting off into town in search of the post’s author.

    #7573

    Kriss
    Participant

    An explosion heralds their meeting. Out from the scientist’s storefront bursts forth a billowing barrage of smoke. The door, well-blown off of its hinges, lay splintered across the lawn. The doctor appears, his silhouette emerging from the sulfurous cloud. Caulder staggers slightly at first, then stands tall, popping his neck and holding his head back in a bout of dark delight. He raises one quivering hand in front of his face, and glances upon the approaching figure with wide eyes that carry the spark of uncompromising ambition.

    Caulder coughs and wipes the ash from his face, quickly composing himself. He grabs his labcoat with both hands and smiles at the tiefling, already starting to appraise the creature and make deductions in his mind.

    Is that a Beastman? No… The pigment suggests a demonic nature. Perhaps the Prince of Smoke & Fire? Or that hair… more reminiscent of Bellanoch. With horns like that I would not take Menmon the Prince of Rage out of consideration… that is, if this being is even native to the Nexus.

    “Why, hello there,” he says, humming thoughtfully from the back of his throat.

    #7617

    Mikaela Searight
    Participant

    The explosion triggers a memory. There was never any telling between the sound of a quarry explosion and a mine explosion. While the former was always purposeful, there was no such guarantee with the latter. And unfortunately, the latter was where his adoptive mother worked for the majority of his childhood–being the only place that would accept an orc. He still remembers the smell of it. He remembers waiting at the entrance while they pulled out survivors. And the bodies of the casualties. Waiting, just waiting there, alone, to see which one she would be. His other mother was working in the power plant and couldn’t be reached. His older brother wanted nothing to do with it. The hours that passed not knowing haunted him for years, though, he hadn’t thought about it for some time since then. But the sound and the smoke bring back those emotions instantly.

    Panic sets itself into his bones and springs the tiefling several quick steps forward toward the still smoking structure. Then he sees the figure stumble out before quickly standing tall, he sees the crazed look in their eyes. Surprise stops him dead in his tracks, taken aback by the remarkable demeanor of the other, considering the circumstance. He stands there, red eyes wide, the panic still pressing at the back of his mind, the dull glow of life magic in his hands.

    “Wh–” he begins in response to the all-too-casual greeting, the panicked concern in his face slowly fading into worried confusion. With a quick shake of the head, he decides on a different question.

    “Are you–quite alright?” he asks, stepping forward with his palms up, facing towards the other. They still glow a soft, cool blue–like the sky’s reflection off of water. “I can heal you if you’re not.”

    He takes another careful, decidedly short step forward. Helping others in need is his main concern and first instinct, but the vibe this person exudes certainly seems–off. And endangering himself unnecessarily isn’t exactly his intention.

    #7626

    Flash Thompson
    Participant

    A series of pops and cracks rang out from Flash’s neck and back as he stretched out. His eyes adjusted to the sun of the new day and he let a deep sigh echo from his lips. Another day and he was still no closer to finding his way home. Shrugging he walked from the small room he had managed to get himself. The all too well known feeling of the black inky form covering his chest moved ever so slightly. The voice in his head echoed. “WE HUNGER!” Letting out a sigh he nodded to himself. “Yeah yeah big guy I know.” He grumbled snagging a couple protein bars from his bag. “We will go out and hunt something for you to feed on..” His thoughts were cut short as a explosion echoed from near by. “Well looks like grub is on hold.” He said aloud as he rushed out and down the road toward the good Doctors place. Explosions were not uncommon as he was coming to find out from his employer but he would be damned if he would loose out on a paycheck due to him not caring. Rushing down the road his eyes grew wide as he saw what looked to be a demon standing before Caulder. Normally this would not draw a reaction form Flash but with the now splintered door, Magic glowing hands and this unknown being standing before him well it looked like it was time to earn his paycheck. With a snarl Flash rushed forward the black of his shirt growing and writhing over his body it grew and shifted from a short sleeved shirt to full body armor. Long claws grew over his hands as Flash rushed in placing himself between the demon and Caulder. “Shock and awe big guy.” He thought to himself as a demonic roar echoed from his parted lips the black ink like substance forming a razor teeth fulled mouth his face full covered in the mask of Venom. “Take another step and we will pick your flesh from our teeth.” The dark gravely voice of the Symbiote rang out.

    #7649

    Kriss
    Participant

    Caulder does indeed look a bit less than alright. Blood seeps from shrapnel-wounds dug into his sides, his stark-white hair is burnt and raised, and scorch marks line his jacket – which was already in a questionable state to begin with. If this bothers the doctor, he doesn’t show it. Caulder’s eyes merely squint as he calculates, with moment-by-moment precision, the state of the distraught tiefling.

    Accelerated heart rate. Dilated eyes. Deliberate movements with a certain degree of urgency. The cause of this disturbance, unclear. The probability of an imminent attempt on my life….

    The doctor tilts his head when he hears the approaching Venom. His eyes maintain an intense, thoughtful gaze.

    Motion of the creature has ceased. Gestures have become consistent with magical practice, but hesitant. If this is an attempt on my life, it is a poor one. Three out of ten. Probability of an outcome in my favor: eighty-seven percent. Unless… Venom intends to kill me as well. How many others could be involved? Did I remember to check the treetops for snipers? Have I surveyed the Invisibility Realm? It’s clear that I’ve become careless. Probability of surviving a three-on-one attack: less than fourty percent….

    By the time Venom interposes himself between them, Caulder has one hand on his holster and the other on a strange wrist-contraption, consisting of many watches and dials. He breathes slowly, calmly, waiting to gain a measure of the situation.

    After Venom’s threat to the tiefling, the doctor smiles.

    “Delightful as always to see your enthusiasm to get paid, Venom. While we’re on that subject, your physical prowess appears to be improving at a substantial pace. No doubt your body is acclimating to the conditions of the Nexus and you are regaining some of the… strength… you had previously.”

    As he finishes that last word, Caulder suddenly produces a pair of goggles from his labcoat pocket, slips them on and spins around, drawing his plasma pistol and pointing it at the vacant air. He scans the area and steps a few feet away from the two warriors before, with some satisfaction, putting the gun away. Finally, he turns back to the tiefling and speaks to him directly.

    “Terribly sorry about that. Have you met my bodyguard? Of course you haven’t. You must be here for business. Can I get you tea? Soma, perhaps? I-don’t-need-healing-thank-you-and-besides-you-still-have-twenty-six-seconds-before-your-magic-would-be-effective-so-never-the-matter, thank you. What can I help you with?”

    #7661

    Mikaela Searight
    Participant

    Were it possible for magenta skin to blanch, Mordekai would be white as a ghost.

    His first reaction is quick and innate, stepping back, left arm slipping behind him into the straps of his shield, right hand gripping the hilt of his blade at his hip. The moment his hand touches the weapon a flash of red magic surges into the weathered steel. Matching red pulsates in his crimson gaze in the same instant. War Magic. It has not even been a month since he left the sylphen training grounds and his reflexes are still sharp. Though he does not intend any harm, the threat on his life automatically triggers the muscle memory he has worked into his physique for the past four years. Tense, blade still markedly sheathed, he stares down the horror before him.

    Only when Caulder begins to speak does his gaze leave the hulking toothy figure. Erratic is the word that comes to mind–both in his mannerisms and his speech. But Mordekai knew that from a glance. Hearing that this–thing–is only protecting the other as a paid bodygaurd and not here to simply, well, pick his flesh from its teeth–the tiefling’s posture noticeably relaxes. When the other man finishes firing off bursts of banter, simply too much for the boy to begin to reply to any one thing, Mordekai lets out a rather loud laugh. Loud enough even to mask his still-rattling nerves.

    “Well! What an unfortunate misunderstanding,” he begins, fully relaxing his posture and clasping his hands in front of his chest, “I do believe introductions are uh–in order?” He laughs again, though the unease is more clear in his tone as he looks pointedly at the black-clad warrior before him.

    “My name is Mordekai Torreth, I’m here at the word of one sylph called Ae’ras, whom you may or may not know, I suppose? Anyway, I am, specifically, looking for one ‘Doctor Caulder’ in the hopes of helping with a, uh…” He tries to keep the snark out of his tone as he continues, “diplomatically assisting some fish folk. I believe I may be the right tiefling for the job,” he finishes cheerfully, giving a thumbs up pose, seemingly set on diffusing the situation with sheer pep alone.

    #7662

    Flash Thompson
    Participant

    Venom’s head turned slightly acknowledging Caulder’s words. “Flash seems to think you are of use to us so we will keep you safe, and yes our strength has began returning.” Venom tilted his head listening to the words Caulder spoke. Flash’s cheeks burned under the black inky mask as he realized what had happened. “Shit false alarm big guy.” He said alout his voice a mashing of his own and the Symbiote. The black inky form of venom retracted from his face as he gave a nod to Caulder. “Sorry to interrupt.” He coughed in embarrassment. His form now almost totally Terran other than the black tendrils that marred his skin. In several places. He bowed his head lightly to the new being before him. “Sorry about that Mordekai. My name is Flash and the big guy you just met well he is Venom.” Flash said his cheeks still burning bright red with embarrassment. He turned looking at Caulder. “There seems to be a job I guess?” Flash quickly asked trying to shift the conversation and take his mind off the situation at hand.

    #7675

    Kriss
    Participant

    Caulder leans back, watching the exchange between Flash, Venom and Mordekai. For a moment he does not say anything. Instead, he draws a sharp, tiny blade and begins picking the shrapnel out from his own body. With a flick of his wrist he seems to conjure a roll of bandages and lash them about his person, applying them with practiced grace and precision. He doesn’t even look at his wounds as he unceremoniously rips a piece of metal that had been lodged into the side of his neck, spewing just a little more blood onto his labcoat. The doctor inhales sharply and exhales slowly, his eyes taking in the curious details of those creatures around him.

    “What… a fascinating, development. Yes, I am the one, the only, Doctor Caulder. And I do have a job for you. Both of you, in fact. We are going to be traveling through the territory of fish-folk and assisting them with their electrifying eel problem. This venture will involve diving into the water and, most likely, doing some form of combat with the eels. It is also imperative that we leave enough of the eels intact to recover certain… components, from them. I trust these details warrant no further explanation, hmm – are you in?”

    The doctor’s mind races with calculations and possibilities, even as he speaks to them.

    If I stood a little further to the left I could consume both of them in an explosion while remaining outside of the effects. The reach of his claws, also, would be insufficient for an instantaneous reproach – although I have not yet determined the elasticity of his arms. Certain variables remain unknown. The demon wields both war and life magic? Curious, his studies must be split considerably, unless he is very powerful indeed. The probability of the demon possessing magic beyond my capabilities to deal with: 6%. Later I must ascertain more about the nature of the mercenary’s duality of consciousness; this is the second remarkable subject I have seen with such a condition in the last year.

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    #7678

    Mikaela Searight
    Participant

    Thankfully for Mordekai, he thought to hide his tail in his pant leg before venturing out into a town full of strangers. Right now it would be lashing to and fro, an easy tell to anyone with eyes that his calm and confident demeanor is indeed a front to obscure his nervousness. Again, thankfully, thinking ahead has spared him any additional awkwardness.

    Reciprocating his slight bow, the tiefling also inclines his head to the other. He bites back a comment about Flash’s now-flushed skin, normally he’d quip about being the only flaming one here but thinks better of it. Just on the principal of being a bit too soon.

    “So nice to meet you, Flash, and–” He cuts short to clear his throat as his voice cracks slightly. Though he has a significant amount of stubble on his face and a mature demeanor, occasionally his voice betrays the fact that he is still fresh. “–and Venom,” he finishes, gesturing vaguely at where the inky black form disappeared to as he does.

    Once again the Doctor takes his attention, drawing further disbelief from him as he watches the man casually pick shrapnel out of his own skin as easily as brushing dust off one’s coat. Dumbfounded, he can only stare and blink slowly, barely listening to the words the madman is saying.

    “Right–right, well, lucky for me to have found you so–easily?” He follows that word with a sharp laugh, easily was certainly an ironic choice of phrasing on his part. “But yeah–totally–swimming, eels, whatever! Sounds great. Wonderful. I’m always ready to go so long as payment will follow!”

    #7679

    Kriss
    Participant

    “Indeed it will,” he speaks with an unintentionally foreboding quality, tilting his head and smiling. Then he asks what’s on his mind: “What manner of creature are you? Some kind of demon? What type? It’s alright, I don’t judge. I am merely… curious.”

    #7680

    Mikaela Searight
    Participant

    Again he clears his throat, trying to ignore his tail twitching beneath its bindings. Everything about this man screams danger, but he’s too deep in it now to turn tail. Besides, better to align himself with the madman now than end up on his bad side later.

    “It’s–well, I guess, I’m–called a ‘tiefling.’ Or so I’ve been told. Devil, not demons, and apparently that’s like–a big huge deal.” He puts air quotes around the words ‘big huge deal.’ The nonchalance in his tone is blatant. “But I’m just a guy, really. I don’t have like–devil powers. Whatever that would be?” A troubled yet curious look crosses his features for a moment before he shakes his head and shrugs dismissively. “So–to answer your question–no? I guess?” Another nervous laugh releases itself from his mouth and a magenta hand finds its way to the back of his head. “I’m just–Mordekai. And feel free to call me Kai if that’s too much of a mouthful for you.”

    #7691

    Kriss
    Participant

    Caulder’s eyes light up and widen slightly. “Ah. You are not from here,” he concludes. “I am peripherally aware of the sub-set of universes from which you hail, yes I do believe… Let me guess: devils are meticulous and enjoy their contracts, demons less so? As the elf told me… this realm simplifies that matter somewhat, and in certain ways, our demons can be said to behave more like devils from that… whatever place it is that you come from. Here in the Nexus, demonic origins are most typically associated with the magic of Pain and agony. But those aren’t your callings, are they, hmm?” He chuckles softly.

    “Mordekai it is, then. Come now, I am not some simpleton who cannot remember polysyllabic monikers. A pleasure to meet you.”

    Caulder turns over toward his bodyguard and abruptly begins staring at him.
    “What, did you say your name was again? Gordon, was it?”

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    #7693

    Flash Thompson
    Participant

    Flash stood placing his hands behind his back as he took a relaxed pose. The Tiefling as he was did not seem to pose a threat but Caulder seemed to be acting a little more…. off than usual he would have to keep an eye on him. As much as he appreciated the good doctors help in his time arriving here, he did not want to end up another story they told the next guy who got caught up with him. “Flash, think like light.” He said reminding the Doctor. “Or as I said just call me Venom if that is easier for you.” He turned his attention back to Kai. “Sorry again for the misunderstanding,
    blown open door and a being holding magic kind of gives off the wrong impression.” He chuckled.

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