myimmunesystem: (you don't say)
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[Action: in town]

[Tali has a bag slung over her shoulder and one may find her padding through hardware stores and scrapyards, picking up seemingly unrelated bits of metal banding, rivets, screws, solder bits and servos. Or in stores with softer goods, eyeing the sturdier bits of fabric. Talk to her?]

[Action: in the park]

[It's a sunny day, and around the shallower parts of the park one may find Tali curled up on a faded blanket under the shade of a tree with her quarry of metal, fabric scraps and tools scattered around her. Using her omni-tool to temper strips into u-shapes, attaching rays... Just what is she making?]

[Video]

Jul. 5th, 2012 05:30 pm
mokomanjuu: (Naptime for Mokona)
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[Transmission is made from Mokona's bathroom. She's floating around in the sink with a Mokona-sized inner tube and a Mokona-sized glass of lemonade.]

Everyone's been having hard times for a while, haven't we?

Mokona thinks that everyone should do something fun, like a beach party! We can grill things to eat and swim and play games and hit watermelons with sticks. Mokona won't organize it all herself, because Mokona's too lazy and too small to carry a lot of watermelons, but Mokona will "get it rolling"!

...Those big crab monsters like to come up to the beach sometimes, so someone will have to make sure they stay far away. Or make sure that the ones who don't stay far away end up on the grill. They do that at some of the seaside restaurants. They taste good.
snippysnipe: (Show me ur pixels)
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[video]

I'm sure some of you out there aren't doing so well with this infestation of monsters, so I have some good news. I have experience fighting beasts, see? And where I'm from, I was one of the greatest mercenaries alive.

Now, if anyone is interested in my services, I am willing to help. Just make me an offer. Make sure it's a good one, though. There better be anemoi involved, or else you're just wasting my time.

((Old 3% spent on archery skills and memory of fighting feral laguz.))
myimmunesystem: (not a problem)
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[Action]

[So a cat exploded into an enormous fanged monster in a fabric shop this afternoon.]

[The little old lady that owned the place was of course very embarrassed, right up until she got eaten. Tali, who had chosen the wrong week to investigate fabric stores--or go near anyone, really--is now running for her life in the streets as this thing with fangs and tentacles trailing with yarn chases after her.]

Ahh! Keelah, HELP!

[Unfortunately it's got twice as many legs as her, and a long reach. It wraps a tendril around her and drags her into the air by an ankle. Panicked, she prods at the hologram of her Omni-tool, countering that horrible frequency grating at her suit, and curls up to grasp it.]

[There's a jolt of strange blue electricity and an angry, horrible howl, and the tendril crackles, turns a sick shade grey and sloughs apart like diseased skin. Tali falls to the ground in a heap while the creature is dazed with pain.]

[Help her out, guys? She may not be able to do that neat trick again, and she certainly won't if she winds up as cat food.]
myimmunesystem: (just a closeup)
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[Video]

--Oh! Oh is THAT how it works! It has an actual "on" button... That's kind of cute.

[The voice is light, female, accented in a way that can only be described as "Ukraine by way of Mars," and sounds as though it's run through some kind of filter... Though the last part makes perfect sense when one looks at the face--or rather, mask--accompanying it. Said mask peers into the camera curiously, two eyes JUST barely visible though the refractive glass.]

Those... scientists at the Lab told me that I should call the others and introduce myself. My name is Tali... aaand I don't know much more than that.

If you're wondering about the suit, it seems I can't take it off. The environment here is "hostile" for me... though I don't remember all the details of what they told me, exactly. That was a lot of information to take in when you're running a high fever. It's not as though it's uncomfortable I guess; in fact it feels like I've always worn it.

[She lets out a small breath, respirator lighting up.] I'm rambling. They've given me room 408 of Ermis Suites... wherever that is. I'm sure I'll be getting to know a few of you very soon.

[Action]

[The top floor of Ermis Suites has rooms mostly uninhabited... with one of the empty ones now being paced about on the inside by the same blue-swathed girl as before. The strange articulation of her legs and two fingers to each tailored suit glove make it obvious that she isn't human, though other characteristics affirm that whatever she is, she's definitely female. The door is open, and she looks a little... overwhelmed.]

All this space, for just one person...?

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