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Post by vrooman on Dec 18, 2016 15:54:23 GMT
Ian Thesp mentally sighed while he awaited the Lady’s reply – perhaps he had overdone it; Shadow often snarled that he was a ‘pretentious prat’ with a 'verbosity viagra' issue, yet Thesp consoled himself that the wolf did continue to need his human attributes and was herself an 'alliterative anomaly'.
As he mused thus for a moment, Thesp's heightened senses became aware of the cringing figure across the campfire who had addressed the Lady just prior to his own obsequious oration, and he absorbed the implications.
Thesp had already perceived the nature of the Lady’s mouthy Canis associate, but now he stood shock-stock-still as his awareness of the cringing figure's true essence forced lyrics from a former fellow performer to spring most unwanted into his mind:
'This is it - the end of everything The world bleeds from within This is it - the apocalypse We're ruled by wolves and rats…'
Caliban the Bard’s harsh tones echoed ominously through his thoughts and his mind wandered free from the campsite back-forwards…
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Post by Elorie on Dec 26, 2016 19:24:56 GMT
Elorie frowned slightly as she examined Fecinec, but just as she opened her mouth to address him, her attention was drawn by the actions of the little clank that accompanied 77-Q7. "well would you look at that..." she murmured, her head tilting as she stared with wide eyes at the little bot. "I've never seen a clank like that..." She was fascinated by the minuscule clank, locked in a reverie as she watched it. A minute or two passed this way before she whirled back to the two other applicants with such a violent suddenness that an observer could almost hear a snap as she switched from one position to another with an almost mechanical efficiency and speed. "Right, sorry.... freak show? yes, that could work" she said, evidently distracted. She glanced at Thesp, and nodded at what he had said. "yes, I believe I can find a place for the two of you as we-" she began, but was once again distracted, this time by the hound at his side. "well, well, well, what do we have here?" she whispered, kneeling to look Shadow in the eyes. "Hello.... who might you be?" She ignored Sii all throughout this time-span; she was confident in the effectiveness of her threat.
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Post by Sturzkampf on Jan 8, 2017 12:07:19 GMT
Mr Fecinec jumped as the strange popinjay with the dog-like creature gave him a surreptitious kick. He was suddenly aware that it was his turn to speak. "Thank you, kind lady, he whined. I'll be happy to join. It's been an awful long time since I've had a proper meal. Don't suppose there's any chance of a..." He stopped as the Lady suddenly turned to the horrible looking dog, completely ignoring him. He decided to take that as a 'yes' and whiffled the air to detect the wagon with the toasted cheese.
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Post by vrooman on Jan 8, 2017 23:22:58 GMT
The wolf creature whispered back to Elorie through suddenly luminous teeth, "I might be Grandmother Shadowscan. As you can see I have eyes of blue and red, but it is the great teeth I have that shine forth in my foppish friend's staging of Perrault's 'Little Red Riding Hood' - you know the one, the story that those grim, grimy, grinning brothers later mutilated."
Above them Thesp's voice cut in, "Madame Elorie, I forgot to mention my Ventriloquism Act; it was all the rage in Mechanicsburg - incidentally, did I mention before how famously my Punch-lines were received there? I do so appreciate Your Ladyship finding a berth for me in your simply wondrous Camp of Wonders - oops, my deepest apologies [he blushes, but Elorie perceives the fakery of his flush], a matching adjective and noun, what will you think of moi grammar? I naturally accept your gracious offer and all I need in exchange for our labours of levity is a wagon to call my own and a crust to chew upon," he paused, wearing a fake smile like a symbolic simile, "and naturellement a fair monetary return for my thespian performances."
As Ian Thesp bowed before Elorie with his fox-furred fedora swept low to the ground in a flourish, Shadowfax whispered sotto voce through teeth no longer luminous, but still sharp, "I'm just playing the doctor dim dummy here; my friend calls the shots, and I need them regularly. Of course that's just me talking, or is it..?"
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Post by thorinschmidt on Jan 11, 2017 3:23:45 GMT
#-- Self Diagnostic complete. Lower Left Leg 100% --# #-- Actuator functionality 125% --# #-- ALERT! Unknown mechanism detected! --#
Aaaand there it was… Well, hopefully the improvement wouldn’t prove too troublesome. It might even prove useful, slim though that chance was. Occasionally the little clank would produce something benign- well, relatively benign- well, not lethal- well usually not lethal- well, okay, maybe it wouldn’t damage him personally.
77-Q7 decided it was time to take stock of his surroundings. Giving the camp a quick scan, he observed a small, rather rat-like person making their way through the camp.
Noting that his threat detection did not engage, 77-Q7 decided to see if his recent additions to his Socialization Subroutine were any improvement.
+-- GREETINGS! HOW ARE YOU DOING TODAY MY FINE CONSTRUCT/MAN/WOMAN/CHILD? --+ +-- I AM 77-Q7, BUT FEEL FREE TO CALL ME 77-Q7! --+ +-- I AM HAPPY TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE! BY WHAT DESIGNATION MAY I CALL YOU? --+
At this point, remembered 77-Q7, a hearty handshake was called for. With a lurch, the combat clank rose to its feet and advanced toward the person, right arm extended and pumping vigorously.
'I think this is going very well', thought 77-Q7, '- a firm, friendly voice of sufficient volume for even the hard-of-hearing to be able to understand, and all standard conventions of civilized behaviour accounted for. So many new friends to be made!'
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Post by Sturzkampf on Jan 15, 2017 15:14:14 GMT
Mr Fecinec cringed away from the giant clank advancing towards him. He had always had a tendency to cringe, but since his 'change' it had become instinctive. On second glance, the booming shouting voice wasn't actually threatening, but giving a friendly greeting, and the hand was extended in friendship not in anger. Mr Fecinec advanced cautiously. He needed to win the trust of these things, clank, construct or Spark. Anyway, there were bound to be a lot of valuable components in that thing, and it would be easier to acquire them if he could gain its trust. He took the offered hand cautiously. What was its name again?
"Good evening, Seven-tea-seven, my name is Mr Fec... AGH!"
The clank shook Mr Fecinec by his hand. It lifted the little rat construct right off the ground and slammed him back down again several times before a relay in the clank's cognitive engine kicked in and activated a secondary safety mechanism. The arm stopped pumping and released the tiny hand. Mr Fecinec collapsed into the dent in the ground made by his own body and lay on his back with his legs in the air, whimpering softly. The clank looked at him in puzzlement. This 'shaking by the hand' procedure was clearly more complicated than he had thought. Perhaps he should have read the manual first after all.
+--APOLOGIES MR FEC-AGH. HAS YOUR DESIGN SPECIFICATION BEEN EXCEEDED? --+
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Post by vrooman on Jan 20, 2017 17:04:31 GMT
Shadowfax the wolf paused a moment with one paw raised towards Elorie as if offering a handshake and continued sotto voce, "Unless of course you can administer syringe shots, then the popinjay here would be," she paused with paw proffered and sharp teeth now dripping luminosity, "let us say surplus to requirements..."
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Post by Elorie on Jan 30, 2017 2:57:30 GMT
Elorie chuckled at the Wolf's jests - at least, she was fairly sure they were jests, she'd never been a good judge when it came to others' senses of humor - then peered at Ian Thesp. "Ventriloquism?" she murmured. "...No, I think not. And while I thank you for the compliments, perhaps you're laying it on a bit thick?" she suggested, smiling slightly and allowing her teeth to reflect the light from the campfires - she was rather fond of the effect that had on her appearance, and never passed up an opportunity to show it off. She shook her head at the wolf's remark that if she could administer the shots Ian would be unnecessary. "There's almost certainly a price-tag attached to whatever is in those shots" she said, "and I'd rather it dipped into his pockets than reach directly into mine" Having said this, she turned to 77-Q7 and Fecinec, wincing at the force of the clank's handshake. "I believe they have" she informed 77-Q7. "Most organic entities are not used to the kind of force your mechanical limbs can exert, I'm afraid.
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Post by Sturzkampf on Feb 7, 2017 18:21:27 GMT
Mr Fecinec lay on his back, twitching. "Cheese!" he squeaked, "Quick, quick! Cheese!"
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Post by vrooman on Feb 8, 2017 11:24:28 GMT
"But I don't have a camera on me!" Thesp exclaimed to a non-existent audience, and after pausing for the non-existent laugh continued, "Perhaps this wafer-thin wedge I purchased when passing through Wensleydale would be of assistance sire."
The actor doffed his fedora as he bowed down and placed the said chunk of cheese, with an overblown air of gallantry, into the mouth of the twitching construct.
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Sìì
New Member
Semi-willing assistant to Elorie
"I'm not a Dog, I'm a Jackal you ass!"
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Post by Sìì on Feb 9, 2017 15:14:37 GMT
Sitting in his own little place away from the group, Sii had decided it would be best if he didn't tempt Elorie from cutting his pay. But hopefully things that made the new guys uncomfortable didn't include smoking, as he took out a lighter and cigarette, letting himself enjoy the small little object of stress relief. But then a few moments later...a chuckle came from the jackal, it wasn't obvious what he was laughing at. But something in his mind had appeared...something that he thought would get him out of this hell hole.
Annnnnd there's what leads into my thread.
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Post by vrooman on Feb 23, 2017 10:25:04 GMT
As the cheese shop sketch played out in front of them, Shadowfax spoke softly to Elorie,
"Forget about the price-tag, we need to take it back in time to when this World was new. No need to act mysterious, I can see the light shining forth from you Lady Elorie; let us indeed make this a Camp of Wonders, the finest in all Europa.”
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Post by Sturzkampf on Mar 5, 2017 9:44:55 GMT
Mr Fecinec gobbled down the cheese with the urgency of an addict. It had been heavily cut with plastic, but he didn't care. He sighed with pleasure at the sensation in his mouth. "Thank you, kind sir," he said. "Just in the nick of time. Another minute and I would have recovered without it."
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Post by vrooman on Mar 13, 2017 15:15:01 GMT
"It was my pleasure Mr. Fec-AGH." the thespian replied fluently, but as he bowed once more with fedora extended towards the ground it was as if he was moving in slow-motion and his tone became staccato, alike to the Blade Runner 'Tears in rain' monologue, "Per-haps you could ... re-turn the ... fav-eur..." and he froze having jerkily used his other hand to point at his left ear.
Being a unusually observant creature, Mr. Fecinec would make his perception role and notice that the ear in question actually appeared to resemble a clockwork winder.
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