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Post by Selkie har Vistari on Mar 15, 2006 22:47:36 GMT -5
Selkie was doing laps around the science building in a need to burn off energy when Ash approached him. Some human had passed though the Vistari territory a few days ago and had set off a trap. It had gotten back to Ash that the man was in the Tura hospital.
“Go see him, see what the trap did to him. The hara who set it up had no idea what it would do.”
Selkie nodded and set off to St. Bridget’s.
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Post by xidoraven on Mar 31, 2006 3:29:14 GMT -5
Watching Selkie pass by, Skrig har Frag poked his nose up over the edge of his cover to see the har's fleeting figure. Taking a final cautious look around, making sure that nohar was nearby any longer, he half stood from his position into a low crouch, sidling along the fallen portion of wall of a broken-down building. He walked away from where he saw Ash exit the courtyard, taking care to mind the sound of his footsteps as he paces toward a nearby common Rodrae hideout, hoping to score some loot without disturbing the air around him.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Mar 31, 2006 12:36:11 GMT -5
Massasauga aimed the device and at the har and mentally pressed the etheric trigger.
Energy spewed forth manifesting like an aurora borealis that surrounded the intruder.
Removing the protective goggles from his eyes he pulled a memo-taker from his lab coat's pocket and spoke into it, unconcerned about the fate of his victim
"Experiment number: 1042 field test of Phaser pistol mark III. Etheric energy is crossing the Etheric-Corporial boundary adequately, Manifestation of a focused beam of destructive energy is still problematic. Unlike the mark II the device did not sponaeniously combust and still appears stable after...one minute 35 seconds after activation"
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Post by xidoraven on Apr 1, 2006 18:01:55 GMT -5
Skrig retracted his body from the shelter that he had begun to lower his shoulders into, pulling himself out of the shadows as a warm, tingling sensation had set his skin and hair on edge, and felt as though it were burning the inner layers of his skin, and not the external layers. As his body backed out quickly into the alleyway once more, he could perceive the multi-colored hues waving frantically around him. He coughed once instinctively, but felt he shouldn't have, after having done it very unconvincingly at that. It did not burn his lungs, only the inside of his skin, and even that was mellowing after only a few moments.
Skrig looked around once, completely unaware of where the colorful cloud had come from. Thinking back on one time that he had escaped danger after taking some pretty heavy drugs, the Frag decides to try something similar. He backs against a wall to support himself while he attempts the action that he had only accomplished on one other occasion. Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath and exhales it back out. Taking in one more breath, he inhales as if trying to rid the space around him of air. After a few slow moments, where the air takes a bit of time to react, the colorful aura is pulled in tightly around his body, seeping quickly into his skin, coating him in a thin layer of vivid phosphouresent color. Opening his eyes to see no color in the air around him brings a smile to his face, glad to see that the trick worked, but when he realizes that his skin is now covered in the colorful vibrancy, lying below his skin, his smile fades, and he looks around, now somewhat embarrased that he had attempted the maneuver without thinking about this risk. "Damn," he cursed aloud, only a hair above a whisper.
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Post by Doc Houseman on Apr 2, 2006 16:30:00 GMT -5
Massassauga watched as the aurora effect seemed to suck in ward leaving the impromptu test subject with a skin that was covered in ever changing patterns not unlike those of the south Australian cuttllfish.
"Unprecedented!" he exclaimed hurriedly deactivating the etheric trigger before the exprimental device turned to dust, imploded or melted (as the previous ones had) "...And the effect appear to be percistant, fascinating"
"What? yes...I do know what I'm doing" he said as if talking to someone stood next to him before returning his attention to the Frag
"I say...fellow....can you describe the sensation? is it at all ah...painful?" He asked
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Post by xidoraven on Apr 15, 2006 3:27:35 GMT -5
Skrig hopped, finally catcing sight of the har that had blasted him with what looked like a strange gun with an antenna or something on it. The blasted device was sizzling in his hands, even. Skrig was sure this was the one who had done this to him.
"Who are you?" he cried, ignoring the first question. "What have you done to me?" Apparently unwilling to wait for an answer, he hops up on some rubble amid the strange steamy mist that had been left over from the nuke. It still clung to the city centers like a glowing fog, and could be seen in the night. Leaping from the rubble, Skrig managed to land reasonbly close to the har, landing a light blow from his wrist against Massasauga's collar bone. Aside from the pain of being struck (which was light... seems Skrig is not a very good fighter...), the sensation of what felt like luke-warm liquid fire went through his collar and shoulder and out through his back where the Frag har's blow had hit. Skrig landed on his knees, which caused him to fall to his side on the ground.
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