Pix blinked and shuddered at the thought of her goo being replaced with something... not gooey. [color=80bb00] "...So, attention to detail is a lifeline.... Understood." [/color] Taking a small breath , she looked to Solaris and nodded while sitting down. As she sat, a small puddle of goo spread out under her. [color=80bb00] "So what do we begin with first?" [/color]
"Our dating system starts with the birth of a guy called Jesus Christ. An entire religion was built up around his life, saying he's the son of god and that he performed miracles like healing the sick, walking on water and coming back from the dead." Kenna said, not really believing she had to explain who Jesus was. "Personally I don't believe all that stuff, but I do think he existed, and even if he didn't, his birthday is what the calendar is based on."
"The fundementals of alchemy. The most important rule is Equivalent Exchange, meaning that to gain something, something of equal vallue must be given up. Next, are the three stages of alchemy; comprehension, deconstruction, and reconstruction. And this is also where we run into... A slight problem, if you're going to learn how to transmute stone..." Solaris answered, trailing off near the end. "I can teach you how to draw the transmutation circle, but I haven't a clue what the composition of stone is."
"Ah, I see. The religion must have been influential for its time if it was the mark against which all of human history is set." Ragnar said thoughtfully. "Long dead now though. Only the Imperial cult remains, in all the forms that it takes throughout the galaxy. Well. That, and the worshippers of Chaos." He spat out these last words, lip peeling back in disgust.
OOC: It's pretty late now, I think I'll have to leave it for the night. Hmm, must say I'm surprised. Of all the things that Kenna and Ragnar would have to talk about, I didn't think the Imperial calendar would be high on the list. Ah well.
OOC: @Gear: Give it a try next time and we'll see what happens. Well, whether it's better to do that in the lounge or the arena, I don't know. We'll see.
Pix nodded a bit. [color=80bb00] "...Well that makes a lot of sense. Can't make something out of nothing, right?" [/color] Once Solaris got onto the three stages, the slime girl tilted her head a bit. [color=80bb00] "You sure you don't have books and stuff on this sort of subject? Rocks are just minerals gathered together and solidified. ...To know what exactly is in a certain stone is probably... hard..." [/color] Pix said after a bit, tilting her head and frowning a small bit. [color=80bb00] "...Maybe we can try something else? I'd rather not have stone instead of goo... The change would be waaaaay too freaky for me." [/color]
"I do have books on these sorts of subjects... but none with me here." Solaris responded, motion over to the width of the room with her free hand near the end. Resting the hand on her knee, she smiled slightly. "However, the problem is solved easily enough by borrowing books the woman that fell asleep on the spot earlier, or simply asking her directly. I'll only need to ask if she can teach me her methods of alchemy, and then you can inconspicously listen in." She answered, then paused. "As for other things... Well, the fields I specialise in are rather complex, and one must learn to walk before they can run, afterall."
Pix nodded in response. [color=80bb00] "Alright... wait, how do you know she knows alchemy? I didn't see her do anything like that... But she does seem more like a bookworm than a fighter... so borrowing books off of her should at least help us with our stone problem..." [/color] She then sighed as Solaris continued. [color=80bb00] "Jeez.... you've gotta stop teasing me about this 'next level' stuff. It's making me all wiggly with excitement." [/color] As she said this, the goo puddle underneath her vibrated a small amount.
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As she was sleeping, Ness let out a soft sneeze before adjusting herself once more.
Lapis, Jerrog, and Luistorg had all felt it best to stay out of the way of the unstoppable Man-Tank as it began rampaging about once again, and had all kept to themselves by sitting quietly in the farthest corner of the lounge.
Luistorg had taken notice of Solaris leaving as the ruckus had started up once again and sighed in annoyance. Seems like there goes my only chance to fight a sensible opponent...
"I know, because I've seen her use it." Solaris replied. When Pix vibrated with excitement, Solaris first gave her something of a curious look, then chuckled lightly. "My. Aren't you the eager student." She said with a slime, shifting position in her chair, then lacing her fingers together and stretching her arms. "You call it teasing, I call it extra incentive. Just be sure to keep your eagerness to wreak havoc when you're with me bottled up. It wouldn't make much sense for a meek little peron like myself to have killer armour, afterall."
From inside one of the dormitory rooms there was a strange mechanical whirring sound, rising in pitch and falling again with a strange rhythm. The sound repeated itself a few times, then died away. After a few minutes, the door opened, and a tall, slender man in a pinstriped suit peered out. He had messy hair and sharp brown eyes bright with curiosity.
"Ah. This doesn't look right." He said to himself, looking around the empty hallway. "How did that happen?"
Bruce wandered into the lounge, grabbed a can of beer and then sat down on whatever furniture was still relatively intact. He glanced around the small battlefield and grunted before taking a sip.
"Seems like home. Wish it'd be warmer though."
In the darkness of the reception room, a new arival stumbled around, somewhat disorientated after being transported from somewhere in broad daylight, to the pitch-black room. When they lights flashed on, the figure covered their eyes while cursing. The figure was revealed to be a caucasian male with a muscular build, possibly in his mid-twenties. He had brown eyes, black hair reaching down to his neck and sideburns, a soul patch beard with stubbles elsewhere on his face. He wore a black short sleeved T-shirt with a white tribal print on the chest, simple belted black jeans, black sneakers with white toes and soles, a sleeveless black leather jacket, a black sweatband around his left wrist, and a spiked armband around his right. The silver belt buckle resembled a horned demonic creature, on the belt, a decorative chain was fastened, hanging on his right hip. On his back, he had both a double-headed battle axe, and a electric guitar.
Following the instructions, the man left the entree room, looked around his suite once there, curious about the strange machine, and eventually made his way into the hallways.
\m/ >_< \m/
Looking around the hallways for a moment, the man spotted the other new arival, and noted his expression. "Hey, dude. Can I ask you a question?" He anounced as he approached the new arival.
The man in the pinstripe suit glanced around when he heard someone address him and smiled a greeting.
"Certainly! Assuming that I can ask one in return!"
In the lounge, Ragnar was leaning against the bar, staring out at the battlefield and looking contemplative. "This place is far from home." He said when he heard Bruce's remark. "I still don't know what exactly brought us here, but it's obvious that they are no friends of mine. Xenos, or daemons, or some other renegades from these... other dimensions that some people are talking about."
"Yeah... so." The man began, stopping infront of the man in the pinstripe suit. "What the fuck is this place?" He asked, glancing around the hallways, before looking back. "I mean, I was told this is some kind of arena, but that's not telling me a whole lot."
The man's smile froze on his face.
"Ah... that was what I was going to ask, more or less. That announcer said 'interdimensional arena, didn't she? But... that's impossible! You can't just jump between dimensions like that. Well, not very easily anyway. I think it might be time to go and ask these questions to a few of the right people."
Bruce looked over at Ragnar, silently wondering how he could have missed the monster of a man.
"Well mate, I'm probably from one of those dimensions. Much of what's here is nothing like where I come from. For one thing, I've never seen anyone like you before."
Ragnar grunted in agreement. "Hmm. And I have never come across humans who would target a Space Marine to defend the life of an alien before. Such a thing is treason... but I'm not sure they understand that. If this talk of other dimensions is true, I wonder if it even still counts as treason."
"Sure you can. Happened to me twice." The man replied, with a small shrug. "Anyway, if you've just appeared here too, yeah. Time to see if there are some more folk around, I guess." After looking around for a few more moments, the man looked towards the direction of the lounge, and began walking towards it. "I hear voices coming from there, so that's my first stop." With that said, the man stuck his hands in his pockets, and began walking towards the lounge casually. He didn't seem to be very concerned with the situation, more curious then anything else.
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