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Kawamura said Random my legs itch. Click to expand... Fact That's because you have the herpes.
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Fact It's because God hates me, isn't it?
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Fact Yes.
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Fact I just took a huge dump.
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Fact Kinky.
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Fact My legs glow in the dark... well... all of my skin does.
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Fact D wtf. You should get that checked out.
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Fact I 3 goaty's avatar. Also fact I want my own Superjail.
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Nymphetamine said Fact My legs glow in the dark... well... all of my skin does. Click to expand... I'm pale enough that I would glow if i didn't have so much hair on my body. I'm getting to look like Chewbacca.
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Fact You cannot have your own superjail! 8U It is mine! Fact I love your avatar, too.
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Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

A'itha here, she purred into the intercom to her side. No problem too big or small long as the price is right. Releasing the button and giving a dry laugh, she listened to the transmission crackling across her speakers. It was a slogan her father had come up with before her and something of an inside joke to them. Tilting her head, she grinned at the seat her father would have used if he were still alive. Unfortunately, there had been a job too big for him. A'methin hadn't seen it coming, but his young daughter got to watch in all it's glorious detail. Every last, bloody gasp... the pensive tail penetrating his chest and the crimson oozing from his mouth. So soft, so mortal. Then again, that had been their whole life. They lived for danger and knew it would come at the cost of their lives. It was the sad, lonely life of their kind. Not species. A'itha wasn't even sure what that was. During all her travels, she hadn't come across one creature that even closely resembled her and her father. For all she knew... they were the last of a dying race. That or she was just a mutt. Either way, she could make out the transmission now and smile. It seemed that a planet had become infested with undesirables. This could range from a little problem to a big one, but form the hurried tone and sudden, gurgling gasp from the other end, she was assume big. Very big. Leaning forward, she listened closely to the background noise. Shrieks and cries. Nothing too unusual. Part of her almost wanted to cut it off until something grabbed her attention. Like a beast of old, she heard them. A metallic scream, almost like nails on a chalk board. Then that low hissing, almost purr like sound before the ticking of claws. There was no way it could be them. Damn, she wished that her visual unit was working, but it had been busted since the last time she threw a piece of space junk, probably a rock or chunk of space station, at it and cracked the screen. Still, she could never forget that sound. Closing her eyes, she could also picture her father's gasping breath, telling her to run. She barely made it out of there alive. In fact, along her back was a wide scar. What ever the wound had been... it must have been ugly and deep. It left a white gasp against her pale pink flesh. Damn and here she was hoping to live back her 20th cycle. Ah well. Punching in the location, she set her course for the planet before getting up from her seat and moving into the back. It was best to get ready just in case there was a welcoming party below. A few blasters should do it. Maybe one of those annihilation devices that her father had favored. Hrm or not. There were only three left. Damn. Better take it all. For all A'itha knew... this could be her last job.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

His arm hung limp at his side, the thick phosphor green blood flowing down the wound. All my fault...I have failed the clan, I have failed my brothers and sisters .The thoughts flowed through his mind as he stood in the muck of the slaughter.The hunt had gone severely awry and he'd only escaped through sheer luck rather than any skill, but too late he had realized escape had been dishonorable.His fingers removed the thick damaged armor from his torso and legs, leaving the young Yautja in his meshes and undergarments. Living will disgrace my clan, I MUST die in order to restore honor to my clan! .With a thick snarl he found a renewed strength, his arm tensing as he clutched the thick spear in his fingers. He was small for a Yautja, but it was because he was young, only a year into the hunt yet.While still taller and broader than any human male, he was nimble for his kind, and speedy too.The long tendrils of hair flailed in the wind behind him as he darted back into the infested camp, leaping high before coming down with a cleaving slice upon an unaware drone.The acid managed to miss the male entirely as he turned to face the growing crowd of hissing serpants. Taking his stance he stared down his fate, with a final thought. I will fight till my last brothers was the last thought to cross his mind before his spear went into re-action to a pounce from one of the disgusting hardshelled beasts.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

The Yautja stood panting, gazing around at the four slain serpents at his feet.Why had he survived and triumphed with only claw-wounds!.Why hadn't a single drop of the acidic blood contacted his flesh and melted him away!.He let out a primal roar of rage as he began to realize he might have been cursed, for some reason he had not been allowed to die honorably like the rest of his clan.Perhaps it was some sort of punishment for his cowardice, he didn't know and the more he thought of it the more it made him cringe. The young male barely had enough time to think of it before the noise caught his sensitive ears, amplified by the mask.His eyes darted off in the direction he'd heard the hiss, the warning call. They only make that sickening sound when injured...something else is out here he mused in his head.He could already feel the instinct boiling inside of him, whatever had hurt one of the serpents to cause it to flee must have been a very powerful thing indeed.Tossing the melted stump of a spear into the dirt he slid the lithe spear-gun off his back and stalked off.For now he wanted to simply observe what had wandered onto the planets surface, and secretly a part of him had hoped it was his own kind, but he knew more than likely help wouldn't arrive.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

What A'itha wouldn't know is that the corrosive blood splattered from the drone's wound would slowly eat away at it. Blinding the monster and sending it into shrieks of panic, it's sounds filling the night with shrill calls until finally it was silenced. How? One of it's sisters would have found it and put the poor bastard out of it's misery. At least, it would quite the dying drone and then take up the hunt for the survive. It's hive mind set guiding it to her, stalking her. A'itha stepped into the lobby of what looked like city hall. Papers lightly gusted across the floor and fresh blood splattered the columns inside. This was starting to get worse by the second. She stopped for a moment and knelt to pick up one of the sheets. It was a language she had never come across before. Then again, A'itha had only been taught what was most common among those apart of some federation or whatever. She had no clue and cared even less. Wadding up the paper, she tossed it into the shadows and continued inward. According to her locater, this had been the place where the distress beckon had emitted from. Frowning, A'itha looked around the area and walked through a few doors. As she pressed into the building, she noticed that things became darker, bleaker. A dark sticky residue coated some walls. Touching it, she winced in disgust. Then she heard something. It started low. A scraping sound from behind. Why did they always come from behind? With a sigh, she turned on her heel and aimed. Nothing. Oh.... 'kay. This was interesting. Frowning, she stepped forward and looked around. It was rare for A'itha to just hear something. And that's which something warm dripped onto her helmet. Blinking, she glanced up quickly to find a similar dark figure clinging to the ceiling. Like the first, it hissed and then... everything went black. Stupid rookie mistake. A'itha came to a moment later, she kept her breathing slow, her body motionless as the beast above her seem to be inspecting her. Slow heartbeat. No movement. It seems so easy, doesn't it? She thought with a smile behind her visor. Just there for the taking. Suddenly, the thing scooped her up and started dragging A'itha into another room. She wasn't sure why, but this seemed like a good idea at the time. At least it would make for less travel on her part and the beast didn't seem keen on killing and eating her just yet. So where was it taking her?
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

He gazed down at the wounded Xenomorph and snorted, packing another forked spear into his weapon, the one he'd fired having pinned the wounded beast to the pavement of the street.His mask swapped vision modes until it took up a trail on the acidic blood.Following it along he paused and tilted his head.Swapping vision modes once more the bootprint shaped heat marks flared up in his vision, making him purr a tad with interest. A soft skin, on this planet? he wondered before he gazed up the building, noting the blinking red distress beacon atop it. Ahh, a rescue party....and a ship .He began to stalk off along the building, following the heat trail along, pausing to study as the foot prints turned into a drag-mark.His speargun came up as he began to pad along more quietly, his eyes peeled for ambushes.His heart was racing in his chest as his breath quickened, he was approaching the heart of the hive now.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

It wasn't exactly a rescue party, though. At least, she didn't feel much like rescuing anyone at the moment. A'itha was mostly trying to remain limp and silent as the bug like alien dragged her along a corridor into another room. Her mind racing, her thoughts taking into detail how many of those things were lurking. At one point, the drone was stopped outside a doorway as an identical xeno hissed at it. For the next few moments, she noticed their exchange. A lot of clicks and hisses, her snapping of jaws and screeches before the second leaned over her and started sniffing at her prone form. A'itha fought the urge to drive a knife straight through it's skull and the only thing keeping her still was remembering how the other took a killing shot and ran off. No, she needed to figure out another way. Jaws opened as ropes of drool plastered her face mask. The sticky slime spreading over her visor as the second drone seemed to be inspecting her. Sniffling and pulling at one arm. Slowly drawing her slow while the smaller of the two gave a whining squeal. Just what was happening? Suddenly the second one, she decided to dub it Amazon, pulled itself from a room and hissed at it's hive sister. Pushing the smaller one away only to have it come back and be shoved again. A little fight among the ranks, huh? Smirking, A'itha allowed her hand to dip into her hoster. Could she wound on and kill the other? If so... which one? The fog of being knocked out for that small amount of time was starting to dissipate. Soon, she though as Amazon shoved the smaller one again, stepping over her body and moving past. Her long, pensive tail swaying back and forth in an annoyed fashion.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

The yautja froze in place, slipping into one of the shadowed nooks of the hive material as he observed.His breath was stilled as he watched the two drones hiss and click, fighting over the heap on the floor.His mask could readily Identify she was still alive and un-infested, but he knew that likely wouldn't last long.His mask was picking up motion from her and his vision quickly darted to the two aliens. The soft one is smart, those two would rip it apart in a fraction of a second he mused in his head.He admired the bold audacity and sheer force of will for the softbody to stifle an attack or cry of fear, their kind always whimpered. For now he would follow and observe, he had to destroy the hive or at least slay the queen to redeem himself, though how he was going to do that was beyond him.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

Something hissed above her, but it didn't come from either Xeno beast. It was the sound of a corrosive agent eating it's way into her protective armor. Not good. This wasn't a good sign at all. In fact, she could smell something akin to burnt plastic and leather. It filled her senses and choked off most of her air. A'itha wasn't sure how much longer she could take of this. If they didn't move soon or do something, she would have to act. The horned female would be damned if these slobbering monsters left a mark on her. Then again... it was already too late for that. Her back carried their mark from a fight long ago. One where she ran because she was told to. Finally the two above her broke apart as the smaller 'morph relinquished her prey to the larger one. Stepping aside, she started to walk away, her tail tucked under her slighter body. If A'itha had to name it... she would have dubbed that one 'Runner' since it had a runner's build. Slim and light. This one above her was a true amazon. It watched the other drone depart, it's jaws still snapping in annoyance until finally it's attention turned onto A'itha's prone form. What to do, what to do. It lightly nudged her with a claw and then reared back and struck out with it's pensive tail with such strength that it pierced the stone floor under her. A'itha didn't move, didn't make a sound. No, she laid there as though truly out. That seemed to satisfy the Xenomorph as it grabbed her by the ankle again and started the dragging process again. Listening to those around her, she couldn't heard any chattering or shrieks. Just the strange purr of the beast in front of her and the sound of her body dragging across the cool floor. Flicking a blade from one of her wrist sheaths, she gently palmed it and watched the beast. Just waiting, just watching... for the perfect moment. The blade would be wasted, she knew that. Too small to kill the beast, but Slayer might be enough. Plus, she didn't have much time. She could already feel the heat of acid slowly making it's way through the layers of material. Soon she wouldn't have a choice, but to act. Fuck it, she thought with a sneer. Taking the blade in both hands, A'itha speared the beast's tail to the floor lightening fast before moving to her feet and out of reach, her hand moving to grasp slayer's hilt and swung for Amazon's head as the Xeno turned to scream at it's wounded tail.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

A while of silent observing from the shadows had fascinated the young hunter, and while his armor had been damaged and shed a while back, he needed no cloak to blend in or disappear.The mask on his face swapped vision modes rapidly as his steady heart beat grew faster.His muscles tensed slightly like a coiled spring, he could feel his kill-gland swelling and secreting it's adrenal toxin.He could still recall the tales of the war that had nearly ended his race, before they had discovered the hormonal manipulation to control it.Unfortunately that hormonal control device was on the armor they bore, and he was without such a device. Curb the urge, Slynn he told himself in his head. Supress the urge to act on impulse, your redemption is at hand . His thoughts were cut short as he saw the quite formidable alien lash it's tail into the ground near the soft skin, and she hadn't even flinched, how admirable he thought.It wasn't until the soft skin pinned the alien down and sprang up into action he got a true sense of her prowess. She handles that blade like a natural extension of her body!....perhaps for now I shall simply watch...If she proves herself in combat, she may prove useful the young yautja mused.So for now he sat and waited like the predator he was, waiting to see if this seemingly unusual pink skin would triumph.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

Funny how there was someone in the shadows that thought of her as being clever, experienced and all that nice stuff. Instead, A'itha was relying a lot on instinct and training. It had been a rough training for one left on her own so young, but it was a good training. The school of hard knocks. Not only was her back a nest of scars, but there were others. Smaller one. Laser holes burned into the fleshy part of one arm, a knife wound that was meant to end her life. A'itha survived it all and came to be here. It was almost a full circle. Almost. She just needed to find that blasted big bug. Yeah, that's what they were, she thought while dodging one of the beast's clawed blows. Large bugs. They were black and shiny like one. Dancing away, she swung out and sliced her blade across Amazon's back. This one might be larger and stronger, but it was too big to maneuver itself properly within the small corridor. In fact, A'itha planned to take advantage of it. Then suddenly it was in her face, it's claws striking the wall on either side of the horned female. Narrowing her eyes, she watched it rise in front of her visor. Snarling and clicking, an angry hiss rising. Suddenly, A'itha slammed her head forward, cracking her visor, but taking the monster off balance. A shard of glass was embedded in the softness of it's mouth. So it did have a weakness, huh? Angling her blade, she watched the beast draw back and paw at it's mouth before turning back to her. In a single strike... everything went silent. A'itha stood there. Amazon stood there. Something dark started leaking onto the ground and both bodies slumped to the floor. Amazon because, well, she was dead and A'itha because she couldn't support the weight on her blade. Standing up slowly, she pulled slayer from the beast and started wiping it off on the animal. Oddly enough. It didn't start to melt. A normal sword would have, like her knife, but this one was still silver when she wiped it clean and put it back into it's sheath. Great. Outer armor burned. Helmet cracked. At least, she could breathe the air so far. Removing her helmet, she shook out her long hair with it's tiny braids mixed into the thick mass. Dusky pink and not dyed. And the horn like structure remained with her instead of being removed. Just showing that the horn was natural. Breathing deeply, she shrugged off her jacket and examined the hole burning into it. This was something she hadn't expected. A'itha wiggled a finger through the hole before giving a disgusted sigh and throwing it at the Xeno. Dressed in tight black leggings, probably a kind of leather, and dark tank top. Only her neck and arms were exposed. Her feet were booted in soft leather. Pink skin. Hers could be called an extreme, but it was also spotted with marks of battle. Old battle. Bar fights, missions and a few tattoos mixed in. Without noticing that she was being watched, A'itha turned to follow the hallway that they were pulling her down.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

He was nearly ready to spring into the action at the alien, though he was subdued by the fact the woman had managed to finish the serpentine creature.His fists were clenched as he observed her victory, It had been both a good fight and a well deserved victory, indeed she was much more than the average soft meat, this one had it!.Silence remained until he heard her just on the edge of earshot before he slipped out of the shadowy nook.Snorting a tad he gazed down to the felled alien.The skull would have been a massive, praiseworthy trophy back home...to bad he hadn't gotten the opportunity to have a go with the beast. His mind was twitching in ways only a superb hunters would, like a fine tuned machine. That blade is not of Yautja make, but the material is.It isn't unusual for the elders to bestow gifts upon worthy creatures, but still, very curious .The motions of her attacks had been so elegant, the smooth arcing cuts and the swift darting stabs, it was almost a dance.Of course he was familiar with the weapon itself, the sword as it was called, but he himself had never used one.The smaller males were always given stealth training and ranged weapons rather than the more prideful weapons of the Yautja.Even then his fingers held the speargun tight as he moved along, keeping her just on the edge of his vision as he stalked his prey, or rather stalked his interest.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

It was only down the hallway that A'itha's ear twitched. Something was following her. The steps were feather light and it's movements were like that of a phantom. Still, she couldn't ignore the rising hairs along the nape of her neck. Prickling and itching when ever someone watched her intently. Licking her lips, she moved off into a side room. Where it was dark, but silent. Unfortunately, she only had the light spilling in from the corridor and that wasn't even enough to see by. Dangerous, yes, but not completely stupid. Or so A'itha hoped. Removing her sword as silently as possible, she laid the blade against a chair, making it seem as though she could be kneeling in the darkness with her back to the door. At the same time, she silently moved to stand within the shadows. Her breath threading lightly through parted lips. A'itha didn't want to sacrifice another knife. Not yet. She had one or two to go. The secondthird already dissolved by the alien blood. If you could call it blood. The light, swinging from a wire, flashed into the room. It reflected on her blade and then disappeared again for another heartbeat. Come on, she thought with a slight grin.
Thread: Carnival Of Rust... (Zodiac and DarkRiffs)

The yautja stopped silently outside the room, gazing at the entrance quietly.It was narrow, very much a difficult spot.The fact that the bulb in the lamp was emitting a radiant heat rendered is heat vision useless, and would also render his natural infrared vision useless as well.A little purring click escaped him as he switched the mask to coloured mode, which filtered the light and spectrums into something that his eyes would see as human vision.The swinging lamp cast a shadow of him through the doorway, highlighting his humanoid figure and flowing hair-appendages. His sensitive ears could pick out the shallow breathing in the room, but it was too faint to discern where in the room she might have been.The glint of the blade drew his eyes to it...she had set it down, was she planning to ambush him with one of those wimpy little finger-blades, or did she have something else in store?.It was a bold faced challenge, and to be honest he would have loved to have fought and slain her, but that posed a problem.She had a ship, a ship he didn't know how to work.More importantly, he felt a strange yearning in himself to get closer to this strange female. Slowly he stalked into the room, fully aware she had the advantage, but also fully prepared to deal with any attack she might launch.His masked face gazed about the room, looking for any signs of movement, which was hard in this strange spectrum of colours and motion, it was almost enough to make Slynn's stomach churn.