Shamitako

Oi, hi. I've been nostalgia-ing for the past week and a half and wanted to talk about it. This thread is for talking about the things you enjoyed as a child. There's no requirement for actual talking, just naming things is plenty. I just want to spam people with nostalgia Here, in no particular order, are as many things that effected me greatly before I turned into an angsty teenager as I can remember ATM Bionicle Lego Web Games Stargate Transformers My Little Pony Kirby and the Amazing Mirror The Boxcar Children A Large Mass of Stuffed Animals Star Wars And all that is my childhood. Please do share your own experiences and memories. I've often found nostalgia is more fun with others. With Hope, Lexi

Beza The area of the facility dedicated to researching magic was largely empty, housing only a very few rooms. Originally, before Carls knew of magic at all, it was little more than the child bank and some storage rooms. Plans were in place to expand further, but Merlin's group had shown up before much could come of that. Since Caliber avoided the child bank at all costs, it was unlikely she'd be found there or the connected installation room. And there wasn't much reason for her to be in the computer storage room either. That left Tallow's room, which seemed very likely. Although family ties and even genetics were rather insignificant to most science groups, it was common practice for those created from the exact same pair of parents to consider themselves siblings. Such was the case with Tallow and Caliber. Considering all of this, it was hard for Beza to contain her surprise when Caliber was nowhere to be found in Tallow's room. It was possible she'd managed to leave already, but Cheryn and Beza hadn't taken that long to get here. "Where'd she go?" Beza wondered aloud.

Genie Genie handed Ice a clipboard with two sheets of paper on it as well as a pencil to write wuth. They seemed to be a number of questions, which made sense considering Ice's assigned task. It seemed Genie was well prepared for this situation, as the questions were clearly prepared for someone other than the doctor to ask them. "The first sheet is a general set of questions that you'll use for everyone while the second one is patient specific. In this case that patient will be P011, I'm told she's going by the name Loki. It fits her well." Genie explained. She began listing off information. "P011: No Alias. Age nine. Female. One outsider parent. No major health issues. Eyes show signs of degradation, may require correction. Subject of magic installation: Failure. No other experiments on record. Displays strong problem solving skills, particularly good at finding unusual solutions. Unruly and hard to control due to mischievous attitude. Correction: Unnecessary, within acceptable bounds. Staff nomination: Denied. High genetic prospects, harvesting to begin immediately upon maturation. Breeding nomination: Processing. Record end. Personal addendum (A095): Subject did not outright reject magic installation. Magic may manifest after further experimentation. Personal addendum (C1111): Possible growth irregularities. Further observation required." "Did you get all of that?" Genie asked, "I can write it down if you need." She was only just realizing how much information she'd just shared. And that Ice probably wouldn't be able to take it all in at once. Generic questions: Loki specific:

Wendy Wendy seemed rather concerned by what Anemone was saying. "No, my Spark, it shouldn't do this." But it was hard to deny what was in front of her. If it wasn't an illusion or a figment of her imagination then there was a high probability it had come from her Spark somehow. "I didn't create this intentionally. It spawned while I was sleeping." She looked to Anemone for answers. Wendy had never had trouble controlling her Spark before now. Although it had been only a short while that she had possessed magic, she had thought she had achieved mastery over what little she knew. Clearly she was mistaken. Outwardly she remained calm but her thoughts were in turmoil.

Strider vs. Libra Strider's maneuver was largely successful. She did manage to dodge around and fire the shot off towards Libra's wheels. But as she went Temperance had fired off the slings. Due to the way she'd been spinning, only one was able to be directed at Strider, but it struck her with massive force. Temperance attempted to move again, but the mech's wheels were completely stuck. Her best option now was to spin up the slings again and attempt to pelt her opponent before they recovered. For once she said nothing, the feeling of anticipation was peaking in the crowd and consequently in herself.

Merlin It didn't take long to find a split in the corridor, in fact that seemed to be everywhere. It seemed this place being a maze was no joke. Eventually the hall stopped going straight and they were forced to turn. The turn immediately led into a dead end. Strangely, Forge's scouting ball thing was nowhere to be found, despite having just gone around the corner a moment before. "Forge, where's your scout?" Merlin asked. Her voice was still relatively cheery despite the obvious concern creeping into it. Tallow Tallow was glad to be inside. The light in Wrath was even more uncomfortable than it had been in Sloth. He felt far more comfortable indoors, even with this eerie red lighting. To help mitigate said eerie lighting, he spawned a wisp in his palm that was made of comforting pure white light. He was more than a little frightened to be doing this but he had been the one who asked to come along so he pushed through. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about fighting these people. Whenever he thought about fighting before he felt scared. But now he felt a different emotion that he couldn't place, it felt like a burning in his stomach. Fedora Feardorcha was already much deeper in the facility than the main group. He hadn't run into any opposition yet. He was currently at a T-shaped junction. To his left the hall went on straight for some time and to his right it turned forwards again immediately. As well on the left there seemed to be a blue glow mixed into the red emanating from around the corner.

Nessie Nessie uses her Basic Attack [2(10d4+STR)] on Assassin

Groove had only just come to town when the castle had appeared in Valtoria. Long before he had come here, Groove had experienced plenty of tragedy. And yet in the face of this, his own horrors felt veritably mundane. He had begun to regret the man he'd become. Just this morning he'd prayed for the first time in years, and it had felt truly fulfilling. He was finally at peace with himself and his god, and had come here to offer his services to this ailing town. Much to his surprise, he was not the first to sign up for this mad suicide mission. Perhaps it wasn't pure foolishness after all. He spoke up to announce his presence. "I can't say I'll be much use." He said, "but I've got nothing left to lose. The name's Groove Filcher, I've got a lute and some prayers if you'll take them."

Wendy Wendigo seemed largely unperturbed by Anemone's fooling around. She did take anemone's hand, but only because she wasn't sure Anemone would actually come if she didn't. She led Anemone to her room, she'd asked to have one of the manager's rooms and no one had seen any reason to object. The room was surprisingly bare considering its previous inhabitant was one of the most important people in the facility. There were several desks and bookshelves about, but nothing seemed to exist without purpose. The bed was larger and looked more comfortable than those in the barracks, but it was still just a simple bed with dull blue blankets. Or at least that was how it was supposed to be. The covers were upturned slightly on the right side and Anemone could see a strange fleshy mass crept over the edge of the bed and stretched to the floor. "Can you see anything there?" Wendy asked, "I've already confirmed that it's not just in my head, but it may still be an illusion of some kind." Genie "Oh no, you're staying put." Genie said firmly, "I don't want you to move an inch. Your bones should have set, but I don't want to risk it. Just moving you into a wheelchair could cause a whole host of problems, at worst I might have to completely remove one or both of your legs. And don't even think about using magic. I got a rundown on your Spark from Merlin, I don't want you to risk a misfire, no matter how unlikely." Genie may have seemed rather harsh, but it was also clear that she was concerned about her patient's health. unfortunately, it looked like Ice was still bedridden. She'd been mostly out for the past few days, so she had a ton of energy and nowhere to put it. Genie realized this, and so she attempted to offer a consolation of sorts. "I've still got few more checkups scheduled for today. I need to check that nobody is exhibiting any side-effects from sleeping normally, particularly those who had magic knowledge installed in them. If you're not too tired, I could use some help with that. Mostly you'd just be talking to them and asking questions. But it's probably better than laying there doing nothing. And you'll get a chance to know them better." (OOC: Merpost later if I have the energy)

Beza Beza gave Cheryn a concerned look but nodded. "I'll ask her." she said, "She really doesn't like you. Not that she likes me either, but she'll at least talk to me." Beza went over and gently woke Chip. Chip pouted and sucked on her thumb while Beza asked for her help. Chip looked over at Cheryn and scowled, but she pointed for Beza anyways. She then rolled over and went back to sleep. "Seems like Caliber headed over to the magic sector." she whispered, "Let's hurry up and catch her before she causes any trouble."

Thankies all ^^ I should probably say something emotional or whatever but I'm tired af rn lol

Beza Cheryn was approached by the charcoal-skinned girl. The two had actually had several interactions over the past few days. Beza was considered rather "scary" herself but over time she'd become familiar to the other kids, so she had become Cheryn's liaison. She pointed to a stasis-pod-turned-bed with a tiny occupant, Chip. "She's sleeping. Is it urgent?"

Genie Genie was totally bewildered by Anemone's response. Normally she'd spout off on some tangent, but she had no clue where to even begin with this. Genie had seen with her own eyes that Ansuz was female. Why had the girl told Ice and Anemone otherwise? It was unfathomable. Genie decided it was best not to push the issue. She was too uninformed on the mater. She made a mental note to refer to Ansuz using male terms and started hunting for a way to quickly change the subject. Genie was in luck, as a change of subject chose to walk in right then. Bulwark, or rather Wendigo as Genie had been informed the night prior, stood in the doorway. She was dressed in a red button up blouse with long sleaves (the one over her missing arm was tied off just past the shoulder), a pleated black skirt that just covered her thighs, knee-high black socks, and black mary jane's. Most of the children had been taken to find some clothes other than leftover labcoats. Genie still had medical duties to attend to, so she couldn't indulge in fashion. Besides, she'd grown accustomed to the labcoat. Still, she was a little jealous of how well Wendy pulled off the outfit. Wendy curtsied, lifting the edge of her skirt just so. "Miss Anemone, I was hoping you could assist me once your medical check is done." She said, her voice quiet but deliberate. "We were just finishing." Genie said, "She's clear to help if she wants."

Genie "Well, it's just that I was sort of wondering..." Genie started. What she wanted to ask was very strange and she didn't really know how she was supposed to ask it. She'd made several flismy attempts over the past couple of days but it had been so hectic she'd failed to really say it. Now that the raid team had left, she had a much easier opportunity in asking just her two wounded patients. "Well, um.. Why do you all keep referring to Ansuz as a 'he'? She's a 'she', isn't she?" She asked, nervously scratching her arm.

OOC Raid The fires of Wrath burned brightly around as the raid team teleported to their location. It seemed that, much like the hexagon, the long-range transporters here were kept some distance from the facility. In the distance was a manhole that led down into the maze. Merlin seemed to be back to her usual self, complete with far less clothing. It had only been three days since their encounter with Ansuz, and many of them still felt raw over Gypsy's death. They'd all had a chance to better acquaint themselves with each others' abilities. They had been joined by Dreaming Guardian, who had been unable to make it to the first raid, only the day before, so she was still a bit of an unknown. As well, the contents of the maze beneath them was largely unknown. But Genie seemed certain that it would be heavily fortified. Merlin led the way down the ladder. The facility was lit by a dim red light, extremely dark in comparison to the overbearing glare of Wrath's sun. The corridors were rather narrow, with only room for two people shoulder to shoulder. It would be hard to fight in them. "We're here." Merlin announced happily, "Fedora, you go sneak around. Bartek take the front, Dreaming Guardian hold the rear. We may have to split up if we get into a fight, so all of you be ready to leave at the drop of a hat." She hefted her broom and prepared to follow Bartek down the hall. Babbysitters Genie set Ice's leg back in the chemical tub, where it floated numbly. She'd just finished redoing the bindings around it. The damage was extensive. It had taken Genie hours upon hours to put the injured girl's bones back into some semblance of order by essentially taking them all out and gluing them back together. She wasn't exactly a surgeon but she did have experience working with bone adhesive, so she'd been able to manage the reconstruction with little trouble. "Everything seems to be going well. With proper treatment the bones should be healed within the week." Genie told Ice, "But the muscles were in bad shape, I don't think you'll be walking again for at least three weeks, probably more. Sometime before that you're going to need some of the bones shards removed. I recommend visiting a proper surgeon for that. In fact, as soon as you're safe to move again I absolutely insist you see someone who actually knows what they're doing." Genie jotted down some notes and hung them on the end of the bed. Anemone was in the infirmary for a checkup as well. Genie took her heavily bandaged arm and looked it over, deciding it didn't need anything done. "Everything seems fine for now. But I still want you back tomorrow." She told her. Anemone's injury looked horrifying but, unlike Ice, it was actually mostly intact. Her fingers would need some extra effort to repair, but Genie was sure she could have the whole thing functional again in a week and a half. She was about to dismiss her more mobile charge when a question she'd been jumped to mind. "Hey, can I ask you guys something?" She asked. Cheryn Babbysitting Cheryn was on the hunt for her charge. She'd been specifically assigned to handle Caliber because nobody else had the capacity to contain the unruly teen. But having the capacity to contain her apparently didn't mean she was going to succeed in doing so, because Caliber had already given her the slip. Right now she was searching through the barracks, having already checked the biology sector. Most of the other children had been relocated here from the child bank, although strangely some of them still insisted on sleeping in stasis pods. She received several looks of interest and accompanying strokes of fear. It seemed they were still uncomfortable around her. Now that she had met Caliber, she was starting to understand why she spooked so many of them.

Neato. I'll try to post tomorrow if at all possible, but I can't 100% promise anything until Wednesday. Apologies

So it's pretty much tomorrow in some of Australia and I'm going to be possibly unavailable later since I'm leaving to see the eclipse. I don't trust someone not to beat me to this if I don't cheat a little. So here's a birthday thread for Sheep TBH, we still only really know each other because of shared birthday things, lol. But you make an effort to get these out for me, so I'm returning the favor ^^ Happy birthday, Sheep

Just fling red hot 1000 degree illusion knives that aren't so illusionary. I'm sure something will get cut through