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Edited by Xeno:
12/8/2015 10:58:29 PM
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[b][u]They mostly come out at night...mostly[/u][/b]
Ah the Cyprus Cruiser. Or did they change the name? Doesn't matter. He's surprised that he's been hiding on the cruiser since it was made and no one noticed. Guess he was just built for stealth. Hiding in the walls, crawling trough air vents and the floor. Hell, he's even walked out in the middle of the night right in front of a marine and it didn't notice him. He's been living on the ship for years, and has learned its occupants. The Spartans, the Genesis, the older, and quite frankly a lot more scarier Genesis, the bounty hunters, the robots, the demons, the whole bunch. He just got lonley at times and wish he could just walk out, present himself. But he would probably get shot on sight. It's not his fault he looks like his sole purpose in life is to kill everything. He wishes he could speak to them. But that's the thing. He actually understands English perfectly. He just can't respond. So their he is. Looking out the lines grate of a ventilation shaft. Observing everything. Part of him hopes someone finds him. Part of him doesn't. He creeps down the shaft silently and arrives below the floor of the carrier. The basement, figuratively. He climbs on the ceiling of the floor (irony, much?) wraps his tail around himself and starts to drift off. He is awoken almost instantly as a figure opens a hatch and drops down into the basement. He stares at this figure and observes it. He knew it was impossible for it to see him in this shroud of darkness and his natural stealth. So he watched, observed.
[spoiler]Bumped his bio. Also open. Btw if you decide to reply your the person that opened the hatch.[/spoiler]
English
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Edited by Forlorn Crow: 12/8/2015 11:07:57 PM*walks in wearing a long black cloak shrouding all features except for a pair of black and red leather boots* Hmm....something pulled a trip wire..but where is it?
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It couldn't of been him. He was too careful. He knew this place inside and out. Probably a mouse or something. He loved mice. So juicy yet also crunchy. Offtopic. He stared at the cloaked man, intrigued at what his behind that hood. He slowly moved. Not making the slightest sound or stir. He slowly crawled on the ceiling until he was behind him. He dropped down, once again, completely silent. He wasn't going to kill him, unless the man wanted to kill him. He hoped he doesn't. He stays in his stealthy position crouched down on all fours. He continued to observe him.
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Odd my proximity sensor is going off....surgery might have damaged the nanites *pulls a sheathed katana out of the cloak and turns around observing the area before switching on a thermal optic system*
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He continued to observe the man. The thermal sensors were useless. He knew that he gave off no heat of any kind. He climbed the walls silently and observed the katana. A rather interesting weapon. Of Chinese origin of course. Man, the Chinese really know how to make weapons. Offtopic. He continued to climb on the walls, getting different angles of the man as he walked with his sword.
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*pulls the katana out of the sheath and pulls a nearly invisible wire making the room seem to vibrate revealing thousands of flickering strands* Strange I may have to tighten them all with the risk of eviscerating the ship...seems worth it since the strands are getting blown around by slight breezes
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Damn, this guy was even more cautious than he was. He carefully continued to crawl, avoiding the wires. He could see them fine due to his perfect eyesight. Should he present himself? Or should he let the man find him? A hard choice indeed. But he continued to crawl and avoiding the wires and observing the man.
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I can hear and smell your blood flowing...it's much different than a human or demons so I find your stealth skills useless *sheathes the katana pulling it back into the cloak*
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Why didn't he just admit that at first? It's a very unique skill. So much for stealth. He drops down if front of you. He looks at you with eyes that you cannot see. He looks intimidating, but doesn't seem to want to kill you.
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*stares quietly with a blue flashing light in the left eye before it stays on* Ah...you're truly an interesting one but you're not very scary if that's what you're going for
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Ah, this one didn't get it. He was intimidating but he didn't say for everyone. He seemed interesting as well. Made of nanobots and gravity manipulation. Truly fascinating. He simply stared at the man, still crouched.
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I can tell we are both obsessed with learning about others...what's your purpose here? *sits down on the floor*
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Ah this is where it gets complicated. He understands him, but could not respond. So he changes to a siting position from his crouched one. It was, well, awkward.
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Here try this *slides a large notebook and a bottle of ink over*
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Ah yes! This will work. He dips his tail into the ink and writes, in rather sloppy handwriting but still eligible:[i]I was here when the ship was first made. I was too scared to present myself due to my rather hostile appearance. So I simply observed and learned. You are rather unexpected though. But I am glad.[/i]
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I enjoy making people glad
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He tilts his head slightly. As if to ask:What now?
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Well maybe you should stop lurking around the ship and actually let people know you've been here..if anything you're probably the only normal one around here
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At the mention of stop lurking he quickly runs to the shadows. He probably doesn't want to.
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Would giving you a cloak make you feel more comfortable out in the open?
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He slowly comes out of the shadows and nods.
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Well this should suffice as long as you don't suffer from any pollen related allergies...just try to avoid going behind me *slowly takes off the cloak and holds it out to him*
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He takes the cloak hesitantly and puts it on. He puts on the hood as well. He then stands to his full height which is a startling 8'0. The cloak surprisingly hides all of his inhuman features.
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If you brush down the cloak the pollen will spill out into a shadow like substance for a few hours thanks to the black rose pedals I made it from
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He shakes his head. He slowly removes the cloak. He hands it back to you. He needed to show this place for who he was. This could go really well, or really bad. He didn't care. He slowly made his way out of the basement. But then instantly crawled to the ceiling so nobody saw him.
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*folds up the cloak and follows* Well that's a start I suppose
