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*The Knight squirms and is confused. Decides to look at Ranger. Changes usage of squirming, deeming situation as valuable moment...* [i]"Ummm."[/i]
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You needed a hug.
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*The Knight then looks to the Legion'ri, who was standing right next to him. They both shrug and are confused. Then a copy of Shepard and Saren walk by for no reason (wait, wasn't that a glitch in the GRID/CREATION2/SIMULATION?).*
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*Hugs both*
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*Both of them seem to decide to ragdoll, for both to test [her?] strength, balance, and to see if any physicality of [her?] form adds to these two values. Note that they are now trying to tighten said hug to that certain point [FURTHER SENTENCE REDACTED (Note: tightening to certain point where it is still mostly harmless)]*
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*Hugging intensifies*
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*Legion'ri asks question.* "...What gender are you? What is your name? Need to know, for documents and the such." *Death Knight then pulls out with reason.* "I've got other important matters to settle elsewhere." *Unknown portal opens to take the Knight to an unspecified vessel, which then heads off to an unspecified important matters.* *The Legion'ri then looks up. An Avatar of Kol stands still, watching this.* "...I knew my Kal'eon weren't so...effective? against other females-or-akin-to of other species. At least the Koldraxians are capable of navigating these mazes easier... I'll teach my Kal'eon that for future reference." *The statue breathes in, the sound is strange, echoing, altered. As if driven by the will of something beyond even the gods' comprehension.* "You, [Pink Ranger]. You are one of the countless many selected personally from thousands of different instances of existence to serve in imposing Order on Chaos. The simplest tasks will await you, such as weaponry practice and honing of combat skills in simulated fronts, then deployment on several low-severity missions to get you used to the reality, then the difficulty will slowly rise. Ask me when ready. One 'another thing': If you have any questions, now would be a good time to ask them."
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"Weaponry training"?
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"Swords. Shields. Axes. Hammers. Rifles. Fusion Rifles. Vex weapons... How to use them, how to fix them, how to make them sharper, stronger, superior. The ultimate weapon of choice, in the end, is Ontology. That is basically persuading something to not exist by any means, whether it's a bullet, a beam of molten metal at FTL speeds, magic, or a sharp stick."
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Edited by Kinda Red: 1/3/2015 8:57:52 PMSounds fun...
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I suppose you expected a different answer... You didn't answer the Legion'ri's question about your name, Ranger in Pink.
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That is my title, that is my calling, that's what I'm known as.
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I suppose the mishap that occurred to you just a few moments ago isn't a big deal. *The tall possessed statue-in-armor points in your general direction.*
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Specify
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The anomalous effects of being relocated between realities without consent. Your opinion on your own; you were Sangheili, female, yes?
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Yes... it is strange
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What would you change?
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Change?
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[spoiler]*Koldraxon's Avatar then gestures to himself.* This is my image. A form based on Protoss and Human species. Clad in combat armor. This, is but a statue, directed to defy normality by my will alone. This, is the might of an Arch compressed in stone and metal and will. It could shatter worlds, shape reality, and ofcourse, speak. [/spoiler][spoiler]*Koldraxon's Avatar then gestures to you.* Then there is you, shaped by reality and time. Incapable of altering yourself without causing pain and confusion. However, over countless eons of thinking 'what is easy for people to understand the meaning off by first-glance?', my kind perfected many ways of changing the shape, species, and everything, of a single person, or a world. The wings' angularity is the shape of Order. Their alignment is Order. My form is Ordered by symmetry, a symmetry that I made. For I am Order-Imposed-on-Chaos: Koldraxon.[/spoiler] [spoiler] Now, other than that anecdote, start thinking. Here's a search engine for you to show me examples. *Koldraxon's Avatar hands That Pink Ranger something very much like a laptop, only better in every possible way.*[/spoiler]
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*Uses laptop*
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*The Avatar decides to go statue as it waits for you. This provides reasonable lighting in the local area.*
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I assume bending existence to my needs is off the table?
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*Koldraxon's voice seems to come from the laptop.* Wrong. I'm still here. Statue's just set to standby due to me micromanaging [Everything Order-related]. Found anything worthwhile yet?
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Nope, not exactly sure what I'm supposed to do
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*The statue facepalms. Then returns to it's previous position.* Look for visual representations, descriptions, anything that you feel like incorporating into yourself permanently. Remember, you can incorporate the ability to switch between the form you currently have, and the form you would've put together from existing ideas. Otherwise a rough description by thou-self will do.