Kira Shepard wrote...
Is tali team jacob or team edward?
*just testing to see if anyone is listening to me.*
Get. Out. Now.
Kira Shepard wrote...
Is tali team jacob or team edward?
*just testing to see if anyone is listening to me.*
This sounds like a trap...Runescapeguy9 wrote...
Hey Kikai. Legion is in this broomcloset asking for assistance.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Runescapeguy9 wrote...
Redtracer, if you're still around you can remove the 'artist of' from my entry.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
XII: The Terror Lingers
It was Inspector Vakarian who finally responded to our repeated pounding upon the door of our would-be prison. It does him credit that while he paled at the sight of what Dr. Newstead had become, he had no suspicion or recrimination to direct at us, for no crime within human capability could have effected such a nightmarishly verdant metamorphosis. Mindful of the doomed explorer’s own terrible preparations and desperate, maddened warning, we made use of the supply of powerful solvent he had procured to obliterate his remains, which even after the repeated shots by Miss Williams’ revolver shewed signs of a certain vegetable rejuvenation. Miss Zorah bravely offered to help us, but judging her delicate health to be a risk as she had already witnessed such a shocking transformation and even suffered a physical altercation, I bade her to conserve her strength for the renewed travel we would soon face. I wished no further danger to her; phantasmagoric images of tiny spores becoming caught in the ruffles of her dress momentarily clouded my mind. This mad intrusion into our own time from the awful past could not be allowed to exist, and so with bolstered resolve on my part, the constable and I set about the grim task, making sure to avoid allowing bits of the plant’s matter to adhere to our clothes.
Lieutenant Alenko and the Cossack Urdnot made a thorough search of the estate for the repellent maid, but of her, no trace could be found. Her olive complexion, once merely somehow outside the realm of ordinary pigmentation, now filled my reeling mind with the most awful of associations, intimating that perhaps another carrier of that floral intelligence remained. To this day, I cannot observe the tracery of lightning in the distance, nor behold a flickering light bulb without wondering if somewhere that once-human creature abides, waiting, taking nourishment from the wrath of nature or the invention of man and growing. As for the apparent immunity of Dr. Newstead’s bodyguards, I wonder if some trace of human volition had remained in the pitiable man that he resisted the Thorian’s grotesque impulses. Or perhaps it was the pharmacological effects of the good Lieutenant’s regimen and the rude steppes-bred robustness of the Cossack that rendered them invulnerable where the maid was not. In any event, the Lieutenant remained the man I had always known, and he vouched for his more taciturn countryman.
As we left the benighted estate that had seen such terror and lurking malignancy take residence, I noted with some satisfaction that the unnatural vedure which held the grounds in its unwholesome grip shewed signs of withering and decay. That which had closed its vegetable talons about Dr. Newstead’s soul must have served the awful matted greenery as sort of a nerve-centre and its destruction had robbed the growths of their dreadful vitality. Yet even with this relieved conjecture was tinged with the painful knowledge of what the professor claimed waits beneath the Antarctic glaciers for another unlucky explorer to find: mile upon mile of the terrible vines, brooding nightmarishly over the carcass of a race which suffered not one, but two annihilating tragedies. Perhaps neither this, nor the fate of that mysterious maid, shall matter in the course of human history, though. The end may come swifter, and from another source entirely.
NuclearBuddha wrote...
XII: The Terror Lingers
It was Inspector Vakarian who finally responded to our repeated pounding upon the door of our would-be prison. It does him credit that while he paled at the sight of what Dr. Newstead had become, he had no suspicion or recrimination to direct at us, for no crime within human capability could have effected such a nightmarishly verdant metamorphosis. Mindful of the doomed explorer’s own terrible preparations and desperate, maddened warning, we made use of the supply of powerful solvent he had procured to obliterate his remains, which even after the repeated shots by Miss Williams’ revolver shewed signs of a certain vegetable rejuvenation. Miss Zorah bravely offered to help us, but judging her delicate health to be a risk as she had already witnessed such a shocking transformation and even suffered a physical altercation, I bade her to conserve her strength for the renewed travel we would soon face. I wished no further danger to her; phantasmagoric images of tiny spores becoming caught in the ruffles of her dress momentarily clouded my mind. This mad intrusion into our own time from the awful past could not be allowed to exist, and so with bolstered resolve on my part, the constable and I set about the grim task, making sure to avoid allowing bits of the plant’s matter to adhere to our clothes.
Lieutenant Alenko and the Cossack Urdnot made a thorough search of the estate for the repellent maid, but of her, no trace could be found. Her olive complexion, once merely somehow outside the realm of ordinary pigmentation, now filled my reeling mind with the most awful of associations, intimating that perhaps another carrier of that floral intelligence remained. To this day, I cannot observe the tracery of lightning in the distance, nor behold a flickering light bulb without wondering if somewhere that once-human creature abides, waiting, taking nourishment from the wrath of nature or the invention of man and growing. As for the apparent immunity of Dr. Newstead’s bodyguards, I wonder if some trace of human volition had remained in the pitiable man that he resisted the Thorian’s grotesque impulses. Or perhaps it was the pharmacological effects of the good Lieutenant’s regimen and the rude steppes-bred robustness of the Cossack that rendered them invulnerable where the maid was not. In any event, the Lieutenant remained the man I had always known, and he vouched for his more taciturn countryman.
As we left the benighted estate that had seen such terror and lurking malignancy take residence, I noted with some satisfaction that the unnatural vedure which held the grounds in its unwholesome grip shewed signs of withering and decay. That which had closed its vegetable talons about Dr. Newstead’s soul must have served the awful matted greenery as sort of a nerve-centre and its destruction had robbed the growths of their dreadful vitality. Yet even with this relieved conjecture was tinged with the painful knowledge of what the professor claimed waits beneath the Antarctic glaciers for another unlucky explorer to find: mile upon mile of the terrible vines, brooding nightmarishly over the carcass of a race which suffered not one, but two annihilating tragedies. Perhaps neither this, nor the fate of that mysterious maid, shall matter in the course of human history, though. The end may come swifter, and from another source entirely.
Guest_Runescapeguy9_*
But it's Legion.Kikaimegami wrote...
This sounds like a trap...Runescapeguy9 wrote...
Hey Kikai. Legion is in this broomcloset asking for assistance.
We think similarly.Kira Shepard wrote...
oh no I didn't know rune was still
here. now that's probably been screencapped and will likely be used as
blackmail.
Guest_Runescapeguy9_*
Good is a viewpoint. I'd rather not have ****ty drawings associated with my name.RedTracer7 wrote...
Runescapeguy9 wrote...
Redtracer, if you're still around you can remove the 'artist of' from my entry.
I know you have drawn some stuff! And it was good...
Kikaimegami wrote...
YesssssssssssssssssJust_mike wrote...
Your avatar...Its hypnotizing.
Watch the head-flaps.
Watch them.
Watch.
Totally worth it to see jones and that quarian rapist rage.Runescapeguy9 wrote...
We think similarly.Kira Shepard wrote...
oh no I didn't know rune was still
here. now that's probably been screencapped and will likely be used as
blackmail.
Me: *whispers* Take her suit off... do iiiitSomeone With Mass wrote...
Kikaimegami wrote...
Kikai: Here, try this. *uploads "2 quarian 1183 geth" to the console* *spastic gigglefit*Someone With Mass wrote...
SWM: Oh! Don't forget to change the password! And change background to something from the latest issue of Fornax!
SWM: Here she comes!
*Runs away to the drive core*
Tali:...and then I said: "No, you bosh'tet, it works like..." Keelah, what is this?
Shepard: So...Tali. How long have you been "cleaning the engine?"
Tali: No! This wasn't...Kenneth! That little...
Modifié par SpatFieya, 04 juillet 2010 - 06:25 .
He's just fluttering them.Someone With Mass wrote...
Hah. He's shy...
A real geth would push those flaps to the limit.
Guest_Runescapeguy9_*
Legion is upgrading the broomclosetKikaimegami wrote...
Rune, why does this broom closet have a sign that says "Air Lock" above the door? <_<
Someone With Mass wrote...
Kikaimegami wrote...
YesssssssssssssssssJust_mike wrote...
Your avatar...Its hypnotizing.
Watch the head-flaps.
Watch them.
Watch.
Hah. He's shy...
A real geth would push those flaps to the limit.
Yes. Yes, you should have.Lividity Jones wrote...
Shiala? Huh... Should have picked up on that sooner...
NuclearBuddha wrote...
phantasmagoric
Kikaimegami wrote...
YesssssssssssssssssJust_mike wrote...
Your avatar...Its hypnotizing.
Watch the head-flaps.
Watch them.
Watch.
Just_mike wrote...
You heard the man, Push it! Pull it! Bop it! Pump it! Twist it!
Kira Shepard wrote...
Is tali team jacob or team edward?
*just testing to see if anyone is listening to me.*
Kikai: (whispering) I didn't know she could bend that waySpatFieya wrote...
Everyone :Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg
Modifié par Kikaimegami, 04 juillet 2010 - 06:25 .
NuclearBuddha wrote...
Yes. Yes, you should have.Lividity Jones wrote...
Shiala? Huh... Should have picked up on that sooner...
This was seriously your first realization?
SpatFieya wrote...
Me: *whispers* Take her suit off... do iiiit
Tali: There's that voice again! Do you hear it too or am I going crazy?
Shepard: Huh? Oh, I didn't hear anything... was probably nothing...Say, no one's down here...
Tali: You-What? What are you-... Implying?
Shepard: Well, remember that list we made of... things to do? In here is one of them.
Tali: I... I thought that was a playful joke! You can't possibly think tha-
Shepard: C'mon, we'll lock the doors, no one will find out...
Tali: Uh-uhm... *looks around and giggles* ...Alright then
Everyone :Omg omg omg omg omg omg omg
Jones.Lividity Jones wrote...
Shiala? Huh... Should have picked up on that sooner...