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| [Vegeta looks rather smug as he turns on his SFC. After the conversation with Sophie about Hubert's balls, he'd done a little poking around - and sure enough, there are people in this city that can heal like it's magic. Obviously, this means he needs to get his tail restored.]
I have heard that there are people capable of healing with magic in this city. Is there anyone who would be able to restore a limb? Contact me if so. | |
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| [The video flickers on in someone's lap, and that someone happens to be sitting somewhere high- perhaps a fence? The fence isn't important. What's being filmed is important. Kind of.] [If you are into two intensely muscular alien men wrestling. Then it is important.] [To anyone who can recognize the two trolls, it's obviously Equius and Darkleer with the latter keeping the other pinned down to the ground. To anyone unfamiliar with them, it looks like a pair of near identical twins with only Equius' broken horn and slightly less muscular frame being the only differences.] [Both of them have obviously been at this for a while, if the sweat slicked over their bare torsos is any indication. They're both breathing heavily, breaking apart briefly and just staring at one another. Then Darkleer ducks in, there's a scuffle, and Equius is slammed to the ground with the two of them locked together- muscles flexing, long hair tossed everywhere, skin rubbing against skin. There are gouges in the earth from too much STRENGTH.] [Whoever is holding the SFC makes a very soft honking noise.] [Darkleer starts to speak as he struggles to keep Equius down.] Come on- you can do better- [A grunt.] -don't give up so easily- [There's a buck, and Darkleer gives a breathless chuckle but doesn't let go. Another soft honk from the camera holder.] That's it- [A pause as he finally notices the SFC.] Gamzee are you filming this?
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| [Beep beep! you saw nothing Good day, Vatheon! This is Bulma sitting pretty in her work station as always. She looks like she has some business to accomplish.]
Gooooooood afternoon, Vatheon! It occurs to me that I haven't introduced myself properly yet, and that's not going to be very helpful with the announcement I'm making--so! [A bright smile for the camera~] The name's Bulma Briefs and I'm not just a pretty face, I'm a pretty brilliant scientist too!
That being said, I'm opening up my lab for requests. First of all--you can't miss it, my house is in the forest and my lab is right next to it. Second--try not to ask "can you really do that?" because the answer is I can and if I haven't already, I'm going to find a way to. That's the fun part about being a scientist!
As for payment--well--currency hardly matters here, but we can work out a deal if you want to trade for a request, but only if you want to.
At any rate, thank you for your time and I look forward to serving you! [She salutes (sarcastically or not, who knows) and ends the feed.] | |
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| [What's this? Apparently Ammy has figured out how to attach pictures!
But that's not the point! There's a picture of a tree. Just... a tree. What's so special about this painting?
Well, what are you going to do? Are you going to draw on it, yourself? Are you going to draw something else and just doodle with her? WHAT DO YOU DO, VATHEON?] | |
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| Hello, Vatheon. [Ky's carefully formal, seated at his desk with the SFC set up to create a very formal atmosphere.]I'm Ky Kiske, and I don't represent any formal group. Nonetheless, I was hoping that you might take the time to answer a few questions. We all live in this place together, and I think there are some steps that can be taken to make this more of a community and a community where we can feel safer. You can answer either verbally or with a written response of your own, but either way I would appreciate the opportunity to discuss your answers with you, to determine what nuance there is. [He pauses, then sends out the questions by text.]1. What is the most severe crime where you come from?
2. What is your society's stance on murder?
3. What keeps you from murdering people? (Is it concern for the consequences or concern on a moral level?)
4. Have you ever found yourself on the "wrong side of the law"?
5. What is your experience with courts or judges?
6. Would you volunteer for jury duty if it was asked of you?
[He inserts a brief explanation of a jury here.]
7. Do you presume innocence or guilt in a case where someone has been accused of a crime?[He switches back to video.]Thank you for your time. - Tags:gale, ion, ky kiske, morte asherah, red medic, roxas, ruca milda, serph, vegeta, vivi ornitier, zelda (ocarina of time)
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| How many of you here in this city know how to fight? I'm going to get rusty at this rate. Anyone who has a bone structure so weak that they can't withstand the pressure of the ocean outside unaided need not apply. I'd prefer those that know how to use their ki, but any physical fighter will do. If your weapon does all your fighting for you, don't bother. I want someone with a strong body. | |
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| [Your resident underground doctor appears on the feed, sporting a thermometer between his teeth and a rather large hypodermic needle between his fingers. After a few moments of fumbling, both instruments clatter onto a wooden surface, the blood-red contents of the needle sloshing back and forth as Shinra finally turns his flushed face towards the camera.]
Hello, everyone! It appears that some kind of mysterious epidemic is making its way through the enclosed cesspool that is now Vatheon - and it's bad enough that it even got a hold of me.
[He tries to cover up the fact that he sounds like a chain smoker with a light chuckle that quickly evolves into a coughing fit.]
In light of these developments, I am offering my medical consultation free of charge to anyone exhibiting symptoms! I'm also in need of some more test subjects, as the last seven blood draws have left my glucose levels a bit low...
If anyone around you seems unwell, keep your distance, and stay at home if you feel sick. Caution is the key to prevention!
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| [So, after Trunks' fairly disasterous (for him anyway) first day in Vatheon, he's been laying low and trying to figure out all these confusing ~feelings~ he has. It's not working. So he's decided to ask the network at large. Unfortunately for him, he hasn't experimented enough to figure out filtering yet.]
Hello. Pardon the interruption, but I have...well, a question. I don't expect an answer from everyone, so don't worry about it, but...
When I arrived here, I met someone who is very important to me, from my world. I can't exactly say so, though, and even if I did, they'd never believe me. To say we're from different times is...putting it mildly.
And I might have seriously pissed them off. This is all so complicated. | |
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| [Wet? Yes. Annoyed? Most definitely. Quietly panicking because where is he and he had been flying after Father intent on yelling at him or...something...yup, that too.
Trunks has really had enough of surprises for one day. Nothing is going the way it should be going. It was history, how much could it change? First the delay of Goku's illness, then the new androids, and now...this. Whatever 'this' was.
Where ever this was.
He'd been powered up when he arrived--he couldn't help that, he'd been flying at very nearly his full speed after all. But once he has the communicator figured out, he has a tight hold on his power--anyone capable of sensing it would get practically nothing off of him.]
Excuse me...could someone tell me what's going on here? Where is this?
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