We Are Our Avatars VIII: Interdimensional Jaunt. (Closed up, thanks for playing.)
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The ball quivered in place as Axton glared it down, the smile flipping into a frown once more. Rose sighed a bit. [color=009933] "The thing is harmless in this state, but it looks like you've already decided to..." [/color] Noting the parts of Mary being covered in the liquid, she blinked before looking back to Axton. [color=009933] "Actually, could you keep it alive or a bit longer? I need to use it." [/color]
She gave Mary a dismissive wave of the hand. [color=009933] "It would've happened to anyone. Don't blame yourself." [/color]
She gave Mary a dismissive wave of the hand. [color=009933] "It would've happened to anyone. Don't blame yourself." [/color]
"There are many reasons for why we do not accept money, but the simplest statement is no, we do not." he walked them out of the room to a courtyard, where a number of monks meditated in the british air. "You will be staying on our third level, above the sleeping acolytes. You will each have a bed, dresser, and mirror. I understand some might find that lacking, but that was the best we had available, on such short notice. You will be sharing the floor with A miss Darren. I must warn you, she is a dryad. She is somewhat antisocial, so feel no need to press her for social contact. She is our cook for our evening meals, unless she is out doing her usual job. And she can usually manage to be polite." he explained, leading them up a long ramp that clung to the side of the building. It led first to the second floor, where those that looked would see a few monks cleaning up a dormitory not unlike the one they had stayed in the night before, with plenty of beds and footlockers for anyone living there. The third floor looked more like an apartment building, admittedly one built into a wooden structure. "The last two doors are yours. You may decide between the two of you which one goes to which of you. Dinner is at 6, always, and morning meals are at 9 in the morning. Try not to be too loud, and I have trouble believing this deal would go badly. you must also decide which of you will be our gardener, and which of you will be our handyman. I leave that, as all choices should be left, to the ones who will be most affected by them." with that, the monk turned, and began heading down the ramp, to the courtyard.
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George seemed somewhat unimpressed. "all of that goes to your armor, right?" he asked.
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George seemed somewhat unimpressed. "all of that goes to your armor, right?" he asked.
"It might not be. Not for me, anyways." Gideon responded to Amelia, shaking his head lightly as he followed the monk.
Following the monk up to the third flight floor, Gideon looked around the temple and listened to the monk explain. He didn't mind the lack of facilities, or possible lack of space, but what did bother him was that the temple seemed a little too quiet for his tastes, or more specifically the serene monks living in the temple, as opposed to always busy hotel personel. Alright... All things considdered, I'd still have to be around less people here then I would at that immogration building, or whatever that was... I can stay here for a few days, until I have some cash on me. I can go find a propper hotel then...
Once the monk lead Gideon to the dorms, he looked around for a moment. "Well, don't look t'me for a gardener. I don't know the first thing about taking care'f plants." He said, turning back around, and raising a hand once he saw the monk begining to walk away. "Hey, wait up." Gideon walked up besides the monk, before continuing. "So, per day'f staying here, how many minutes of chores would we need t'do?"
Following the monk up to the third flight floor, Gideon looked around the temple and listened to the monk explain. He didn't mind the lack of facilities, or possible lack of space, but what did bother him was that the temple seemed a little too quiet for his tastes, or more specifically the serene monks living in the temple, as opposed to always busy hotel personel. Alright... All things considdered, I'd still have to be around less people here then I would at that immogration building, or whatever that was... I can stay here for a few days, until I have some cash on me. I can go find a propper hotel then...
Once the monk lead Gideon to the dorms, he looked around for a moment. "Well, don't look t'me for a gardener. I don't know the first thing about taking care'f plants." He said, turning back around, and raising a hand once he saw the monk begining to walk away. "Hey, wait up." Gideon walked up besides the monk, before continuing. "So, per day'f staying here, how many minutes of chores would we need t'do?"
Rose walked forward and scooped the ball up. [color=009933] "The gel this ball is made of is an antidote to that elixir that was splashed on our fair maid. If we let it stay on her too long, she'll end up in a coma." [/color] With that, Rose paused, wound up like a pro baseball pitcher, putting her leg high into the air before chucking the little slime straight at Mary, causing a large splat noise and covering Mary in the goo. It bubbled for a moment before it dripped off of Mary and the smile reformed. The slime was now a violet color as the liquid on Mary had been absorbed.
Looking back to Axton, she shrugged and walked back. [color=009933] "There we go..." [/color]
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Seeing as Gideon had walked off to follow the monk, Amelia followed after. [color=ff7777] ...I don't know much about plants either... But I guess I don't have a choice now... Maybe they'll let me know what I'm supposed to do? [/color] She'd wait for Gideon to finish talking before asking her own questions. Her mind drifted toward the dryad the monk had talked about. The sheepgirl had never met one, but knew they were nature freaks... or something like that. [color=ff7777] ....Actually, I might wanna talk to her about this plant stuff or maybe even switching jobs... I'd rather be cooking... [/color]
Looking back to Axton, she shrugged and walked back. [color=009933] "There we go..." [/color]
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Seeing as Gideon had walked off to follow the monk, Amelia followed after. [color=ff7777] ...I don't know much about plants either... But I guess I don't have a choice now... Maybe they'll let me know what I'm supposed to do? [/color] She'd wait for Gideon to finish talking before asking her own questions. Her mind drifted toward the dryad the monk had talked about. The sheepgirl had never met one, but knew they were nature freaks... or something like that. [color=ff7777] ....Actually, I might wanna talk to her about this plant stuff or maybe even switching jobs... I'd rather be cooking... [/color]
"...Huh. Well, glad that's settled. Can we leave now?" Axton asked, not really interested in killing the little creature anymore.
"I don't need the armour for my augmentations, and I'm still capable of fighting without it." Samus replied.
[color=009933] "Right away." [/color] Rose stated, not really feeling like staying much herself. The others had already moved onto the elevator and Rose walked on as well. Once Axton got on, the lift would rattle a bit before rising back up.
The monk halted. "No time limit. If you are a handyman, you must simply complete your daily tasks in maintenance, and if you take on the role of gardener, you must ensure the garden is not dying."
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"Hmm. Not useless in a highly magical area then. Good. Come with me then, whatsyourname, and I'll get you tested and vetted." George said, seeming a bit more jovial at Samus explaining she could fight without the suit.
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"Hmm. Not useless in a highly magical area then. Good. Come with me then, whatsyourname, and I'll get you tested and vetted." George said, seeming a bit more jovial at Samus explaining she could fight without the suit.
"Okay... I can deal with that. At least for the time being." Gidoen remarked, blowing a silent sigh. He looked out into the courtyard for a brief moment, before looking back to the monk. "Oh, and another thing. I'm looking for work. Prefferably a job where I get to work with my hands. Know any places like that that are hiring? It doesn't matter t'me if it's a day or night shift. ...And what's a dryad?"
[color=009933] "I'm sure people would want a little break after all that just happened, so yes." [/color] Rose replied casually as she watched the biodome fade from sight. She scratched behind her head as the rose near her ear closed up a small bit.
"That's a nice flower. Did you grow it? I'd imagine you have quite a green thumb." Axton said to Rose as he rode in the elevator.
The monk looked Gideon over. "Perhaps a grocer? I am not all that familiar with current job openings, I'm afraid. Running the monastery is usually a full time job, and keeps me occupied. You could try speaking to one of the acolytes perhaps? Or Ms. Darren?" he seemed to not know quite how to guide Gideon on this matter.
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George reached the end of the hallway, and opened the door to the basement, stepping inside.
Looking through the basement, it would be rather obvious why the agency had picked this building for its base. The basement was rather large, able to fit a firing range, a number of desks, and a building made as a mockery of a cafe, complete with several tables and targets set out. George walked down the flight of stairs leading to the room, and looked it over fondly. "Alright then, lets get started, shall we?"
OoC: And then there was testing. We can pretty much flashforward that, aptitude test and target range. Written test would be about knowledge of things like the human body, along with a few common sense questions like 'you have been ordered to capture the bounty alive. do you use the disintegrator, the pistol, the machine gun, or the taser?'
Target range would have her given a number of targets and ordered to shoot them certain ways. After she does that, she'd be given a revolver and told to do it again. Write down how that would go, and we're good.
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George reached the end of the hallway, and opened the door to the basement, stepping inside.
Looking through the basement, it would be rather obvious why the agency had picked this building for its base. The basement was rather large, able to fit a firing range, a number of desks, and a building made as a mockery of a cafe, complete with several tables and targets set out. George walked down the flight of stairs leading to the room, and looked it over fondly. "Alright then, lets get started, shall we?"
OoC: And then there was testing. We can pretty much flashforward that, aptitude test and target range. Written test would be about knowledge of things like the human body, along with a few common sense questions like 'you have been ordered to capture the bounty alive. do you use the disintegrator, the pistol, the machine gun, or the taser?'
Target range would have her given a number of targets and ordered to shoot them certain ways. After she does that, she'd be given a revolver and told to do it again. Write down how that would go, and we're good.
[color=009933] "...Huh? You mean this...?" [/color] Rose said, lightly rubbing a finger on the rose before looking back to Axton, eyes going half-lidded. [color=009933] "I didn't grow it... it grew on me... literally. But thanks for the compliment either way." [/color] She said, idly twirling a lock of her hair around her finger.
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Amelia continued to wait aside from Gideon, looking around the hallway to see what the decor was like.
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Amelia continued to wait aside from Gideon, looking around the hallway to see what the decor was like.
"Alright. Guess'll go do that in a while." Gideon said with a small shrug, followed by a nod. "Thanks for your time."
Walking back up the ramp, Gideon looked down to Franky's ball. "Alright. Let's get that phone issue of yours sorted, shall we?" He said as he began to walk to the room on the far end of the hallway.
Walking back up the ramp, Gideon looked down to Franky's ball. "Alright. Let's get that phone issue of yours sorted, shall we?" He said as he began to walk to the room on the far end of the hallway.