WAOA Arena

[Outisakanobody]

"I choose to believe that God is full of nothing but love and compassion and forgiveness. He also creates, but is not in control of everything. He sees our good deeds and smiles on us, he sees our sins and weeps for us." Pat said as he declined the wine.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor snorted as he heard Pat speak, but focused on Vera. "Opinion?" he asked.

 

[Chungus]

"I had thought to pass it around, but your suggestion will work just as well." Solaris responded, also speaking with a lowered voice once more. Once at Ness' door, and after Pix picked the lock, Solaris walked inside, and closed the door behind her. She looked around for a moment, then walked towards the area where she had found the books, laying them back down where they had been with the side that had been up before she took them up again. After looking to the position of the two books for a moment, she left the room again, and closed it, waiting for Pix to lock the door again. "Oh, and I've given some thought as to what form you can assume as of tommorow."

 

[DotSlash]

[color=bb0066] Generic... "Right..." [/color] Carmen said, already losing interest. [color=bb0066] "And how about those who can't be saved?" [/color]

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[color=00aa44] "Calculating..." [/color] Vera said, taking another small sip. [color=00aa44] "Drink is uniform. Tastes of... corn. Odd aftertaste. Rating: 6.591/10.0" [/color] She said, taking another sip. [color=00aa44] "Taste seems to be more... acquired than expected." [/color]

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Pix casually locked the door as she blinked curiously (though this wouldn't be visible). [color=80bb00] "Hmmmm? And what would would that be?" [/color] The slime began to vibrate a small bit in anticipation.

 

[Outisakanobody]

"It's up to us to regulate ourselves." Pat said rather cryptically. "But as long as you're willing to atone, no one is beyond saving." "He wouldn't happen to be a fellow Statenist, would he?" he then asked, indicating Malcor.

 

[Chungus]

Solaris smiled to slightly herself as Pix vibrated, begining to walk back to her suite. "A necklace, if you can reduce yourself to such a small size." She answered as she walked. "Furthermore, since you're being a creation of mine is what we're going with, we should etch a faux transmutation circle on you that I would touch as an indicator for you to switch between your new and current form."

 

[DotSlash]

[color=bb0066] "So nothing then. Noted." [/color] Carmen said, taking her own interpretation and running with it. Looking over at Malcor, she shrugged. [color=bb0066] "I wouldn't know. It's not like we're all marked with something that labels us as 'Satanists' or 'Atheists'. It would be better if you simply asked him yourself." [/color]

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Pix paused for a moment before speaking. [color=80bb00] "Shrinking myself isn't that hard at all, so it'll work. As for the circle... not a problem at all. Was thinking of something different, but that one actually makes sense." [/color]

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor grinned at Pat's question, but didn't speak to him. "I like it. Very natural. biting as well. I've heard men moan about their love of this drink and what it did to them, and I can see why. although I admit they might have moaned about the taste more then the effects it has."

 

[Outisakanobody]

"What do you mean by nothing? And, well, I already know he's a daemon. Or something like it."

 

[Chungus]

"What did you have in mind?" Solaris asked as she made her way back to her own suite and walked inside, closing the door behind her.

 

[DotSlash]

[color=bb0066] "'It's up to us to regulate ourselves' implies that God has no direct interaction with that aspect. The other part of what you had said doesn't imply anything as well." [/color] Carmen stated. She simply shrugged at Patrick's last statement. [color=bb0066] "His religion is unrelated to his race, wouldn't you think?" [/color]

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[color=80bb00] "A dress actually." [/color] Pix stated as she unattached and reformed, this time looking like she was in a slim fitting dress. [color=80bb00] "But the dress transforming into armor would be awkward to explain as alchemy, since it would a transformation from 'fabric' to a hard armor. So the necklace makes way more sense." [/color] She sighed as she walked over toward the table, her form reverting back to the labcoat getup she wore before.

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[color=00aa44] "Expressing feelings of affection for a beverage is illogical." [/color] Vera stated. [color=00aa44] "Suggesting obtaining opinions from non-disillusioned participants." [/color]

 

[Outisakanobody]

"You sound a little jaded. And I suppose that is true."

 

[Chungus]

"Yes, exactly so. Plus, my wearing a dress made of slime all the time would probably raise far too many questions, whereas a necklace wouldn't. Not to mention the reactions we'd get, should someone see I'd be wearing clothes under the dress in question." Solaris stated as she approached the table herself, casting a cursory glance to Pix as she appeared in the dress on the way. At the table, she sat down, and filled glass.

 

[FPSfanatic]

Malcor guffawed. "Who shall we choose then, to be part of the observation?"

 

[DotSlash]

Carmen took another sip and chuckled bitterly. [color=bb0066] "When the majority of people who speak of these subjects are also trying to kill you, a little bitterness is to be expected." [/color]

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Pix shrugged a bit. [color=80bb00] "Ah, I didn't think about the double dress bit either..." [/color] Pix said rubbing the back of her head idly, now back to her normal form. As Solaris filled the glass, the goo girl smiled as her mouth disappeared and a small tendril of slime dipped into the slime and the alcohol could be seen flowing into Pix through her makeshift straw and leaving a small off-colored cloud of green floating around in her form. She quickly withdrew her straw and sighed happily. [color=80bb00] "Ah... alcohol is so nice~" [/color]

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Vera blinked a bit. [color=00aa44] "Calculating..." [/color] She took another swig of the bourbon and blinked again. [color=00aa44] "...Calculations return the set of non-insane humans where each human is chosen randomly." [/color]

 

[Outisakanobody]

"Well, you wouldn't be the first person to suffer because of their beliefs. Although your religion is quite contradictory to most."

 

[Chungus]

"Yes, it is rather. Although I can't really handle the stronger liquors." Solaris commented as she watched the cloud swirl around inside Pix with some interest. After a brief moment, she picked up the glass and swirled the liquor around. "Hmm... What to toast to..." She mused aloud, before smiling somewhat brightly, raising the glass towards Pix. "Ah, I know... To victory. May the road to it be littered with bodies."

 

[FPSfanatic]

"You randomly pick someone then." Malcor suggested.

 

[DotSlash]

[color=bb0066] "Regardless, killing someone for their differing beliefs is something I loathe... That may seem hypocritical, but it's still something I loathe...." Damn angels.... [/color] Carmen stated before standing up. [color=bb0066] "I'll go clear my head for a bit. Farewell, Father Kilgore." [/color] She gave the priest a small curtsy before exiting the lounge with her drink.

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Pix chuckled and had her hand form an imitation glass, holding some of the alcohol in the cloud and clinked it against Solaris' glass. [color=80bb00] "To a bloody victory~" [/color] She said half-dreamily. Afterward, her arm switched back to a normal form and she leaned back a bit in her seat. [color=80bb00] "That reminds me... what is it about seeing others in pain that makes you tingle a little bit?" [/color]

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Vera looked around before pointing at Patrick. [color=00aa44] "Subject chosen." [/color] She'd then try to shove the bourbon into Patrick's mouth.

 

[Chungus]

After toasting with Pix, Solaris chuckled, and took a small sip from the glass, before setting it down, and sighing happily. "Hmm... I find the sight of blood dripping from a wound and a face warped in pain to be very pleasing to the eye, with pained moans and screams sounding equally pleasing. It just gives me the feeling of happiness that comes of doing something you enjoy." She explained, a smirk growing on her face. "That's just seeing others in pain, however... Talking others into killing one another, this goes a step further, giving me a deep feeling of satisfaction, although, I can't help but look down on them for falling for it. But, by far the greatest pleasure is to actually inflict pain personally."

As Solaris continued to explain, her expression grew more and more dark and disturbingly sadistic with each word she spoke. "This is nothing short of a rush of ecstasy. The knowing that I'm the one inflicting the injuries... the expression on a face as I do it... The body hitting the floor, and watching the eyes grow dull as one slowly bleeds out... My preffered method is to get a victim in a position where they're helpless, then driving a blade into one of their vital organs. It's... simply wonderful..." At the end of her sentance, Solaris tilted her head upwards, and sighed blissfully with a slight dreamy expression on her face, rubbing her legs together as she did.