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Post by Lockdown on Jan 18, 2018 22:27:57 GMT
Edgar sighs a little even as he produces his employer's tool set, and begins laying them out. Morten creeps off of his shoulder, and using a vine begins to lug the insensate Klein out of the way lest someone step on him. Or perhaps to snack on...
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 19, 2018 0:26:29 GMT
Almost instinctively, Sylvia moves to do what she's commanded to - old habits die hard, and all that. It's only when she forces herself closer to the indicated consoles, tensing all the way, that she realizes that she isn't exactly sure how to accomplish that. Carbuncle might be able to break it apart, but the Spark needed it for parts... and a blast of flame probably wouldn't help in that regard...
She looks anyways, though, for some way to disassemble it - all the while thoughts of that monster floating at the edges of her mind.
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Post by sleepytenor on Jan 19, 2018 4:24:01 GMT
Skit's body began to move before he had even processed the command. Apparently he wasn't the only one. Seeing Sylvia's hesitation as she approached the consoles, he moved in closer to the "redundant machinery. "'Ere, allow me." He bent down, and using his mechanical fingers like various tools began dismantling the structures. "I can 'andle these. You just take the parts wherever 'e wants 'em." Skit chuckles to himself. Lab efficiency. It had been a long time since he had an extra set of hands or two.
Confit takes the opportunity to start playfully poking the consoles, and sometimes skit, with the vegetation he carries around.
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Post by seraphflonne on Jan 19, 2018 19:00:10 GMT
Angela immediately goes to the Transmitter, letting go of Rem in the process as she'll need both hands for this. She fixes her glasses, before her hands come over to fiddle with the technology. After a few moments of fiddling, she thinks she has a grasp on the technology, and does her best to change it to a receiver. oV4|9P3R4d6+2 = Survival, Handyman Check Rem, unguided but still channeled, floats over and attaches itself to Sylvia, or attempts to. It makes humming sounds, ignoring the chaos happening around it, and instead trying to start a conversation up. 4d6+2
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Post by Vazad on Jan 20, 2018 11:19:58 GMT
A success! A few tweaks at the connector and Angela has managed to convert the antenna from a transmitter to a receiver. The flow of energy through the pylons at the room's edge surge for a few moments before flickering back to life in the opposite direction.
Skit and Sylvia begin to amass a pile of varied parts. Some appear to have been loosely connected by some form of adhesive, spliced together haphazardly. At one point a wire falls onto a knot of others and a spark jumps to the machine's casing.
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Post by Robot on Jan 20, 2018 15:22:56 GMT
A madboy in full swing is a frightening thing to behold, as by their very nature they defy the laws of what is normal and right in the world. Parish was a blur, latching arm-thick cables to the gateway, shrieking the names of tools with each piece removed from the growing pile of spares. It was as much fabrication as it was mechanical adjustment and repair. As the signal was projected into the gate it started to hum and vibrate. The scientist's howling gave way to unnerving whisperings and mutterings as he fine tuned the reception of the signal. "Yes... yes... this isn't the butchery it was... a gate... a true gate..."
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 20, 2018 18:07:44 GMT
After laying out Parish's tools and making sure Mortem didn't actually eat the owner of the place before they could find out what the bloody hell he'd done; Edgar parks himself in an out of the way corner and watches. He's on the lookout for either more of those rifts, ready to strike first if something tries to reach through... Or to smack Parish out of the Madness Place once again if the Madboy decided to start "improving" the thing instead of deactivating it.
Perception Edgar: 10 Mortem: 16
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Post by Vazad on Jan 20, 2018 23:09:37 GMT
As Parish finishes the last few adjustments the machine suddenly whirs to life. The energy flowing through the pylons shifts from purple to bright white, the flow becoming more regular and stable. The area within the gate itself seems to go soft, blurring for a moment before shifting to appear as another laboratory, this one much darker filled with tall machines linked together by ropes of cables hanging high overhead. They seem knobby and pearlescent, almost alien. On the other side, dark humanoid silhouettes can be seen moving toward the entryway.
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Post by seraphflonne on Jan 20, 2018 23:43:25 GMT
Angela reaches a hand into her bag, pulling out the Iron Ball she keeps inside. That wasn't the familiar sight of Ultra Space, and considering that she didn't recognize it, being prepared was important. She sent a message to Rem, telling him to keep Sylvia safe. She was too interesting a lead to risk. She also prepared herself to try and establish a channel in the case they try to cross over, on the slim chance it was something she could connect with.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 21, 2018 0:01:17 GMT
Edgar moves to the front of the gate, staying well back by a good six meters before taking up a somewhat unorthodox combat stance, one foot back, hands held at waist level and fingers half-curled into fists. He takes a deep breath, then another, centering himself. His eyes slip closed for the barest of moments, before opening, trained on the gateway that Parish had stabilized.
Mortem, sensing conflict on the air, crawls to position behind his master, noxious fumes beginning to seep from his mouth. Tiny tendrils creep from his main root system, slithering past and around the cables and wires coating the ground, and sinking into the stone of the lab's floor, acid etching grooves for them to lock into and begin leeching out whatever nutrients they could to sustain the Lileep's body.
Edgar used Focus Energy Mortem used Ingrain
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 21, 2018 0:13:22 GMT
As everything finishes, and the machine hums to life, Sylvia takes a moment to breath, and bask in the satisfaction of a job well done. Of course, that only lasts a moment, as she realizes exactly what had been done. Well, not exactly... but the Spark hadn't shut down the gate. He'd repaired it.
Looking towards the opening, the eerily blurred other side with the strange machinery calls to a part of her. It wants to just go, and see where she ends up. But the rest of her is terrified of what lies beyond, after what had happened earlier. She jumps a little bit as Angela's balloon wraps its appendage around her arm, unconsciously flickering in place to get out of its hold.
Now that the device is fully functional, she really wants to get out of there... but a slight curiosity about what's actually going to happen freezes her in place.
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Post by Necrowolf on Jan 21, 2018 5:48:26 GMT
As it turns out, following the group for protection may have just landed Lennart into a crisis situation. Though he thought the strange group to be capable he never expected them to be so capable that they would exacerbate the problem by fully opening the faulty gate. It was too late to back out of the danger zone now though, he didn't know how the creepy beings on the other side would react to any sudden movements on his part. Best to keep still and monitor the evolving situation, Lennart thought. It was also a reassurance to find that Edgar had moved to a protective position in front of the gate, surely he has good combat skills to so willingly put himself into harm's way like that. And besides, that Parish fella fixed the gate, he could shut it off if things went awry could he not? Errr, but if he did it without caution wouldn't that cause a ,erhm, "Harmonic Surge", that didn't sound too delightful either.
Well, on the bright side, the magnificent beast didn't ram through the portal and treat itself to a good ol body wash using the group's blood. Things didn't go completely south yet. Though who's to say the freaks behind the portal weren't ten times worse. Ergh, at least if the Monster killed them it would give a cool flair to its slaughter, it would be dreadful to die to a bunch of voidish silhouettes...
With no idea on what a proper course of action would be, Lennart decides to wait and see how the interaction with the beings goes before making any decisive moment. He hopes that nothing too drastic is required, and that Edgar can keep the situation under control.
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Post by Robot on Jan 21, 2018 13:32:41 GMT
"I'd forgotten what it was to work in a lab." Parish inhaled the refreshing scent of ozone and took in the other side of the portal. "We may have stumbled upon the infinite self, countless analogs across infinite dimensions." Rubbing his clean shaven chin, he considered the figures on the far side and mentally ran some numbers as he came down from his rage.
"Designed as this machine was, poorly I add, it perforated dimensional walls and generated a broadband waveform easily detectable through the spacial fold. Our compatriots there simply needed to attune their portal to this signal from a projection standpoint which might explain the severity of the openings of this particular incident. With us redesigning this portal as a receiver, a stable attuned gateway has been established. The scientist began to pace slowly over the upended table and through the pile of notes on the floor.
"Though as a universal dimensional receiver, probability suggests that events synchronized with more than just a singular other place, and our perceptions of what lay beyond are limited by the fickle frailties of human cognizance. Best we shut it down now that it is safe to."
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Post by sleepytenor on Jan 21, 2018 21:00:31 GMT
Skit wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but he could tell they weren't shutting anything down. More like fixing the machines instead. He wasn't entirely sure whether that was good thing or a bad one,
In English if you don't mind. Some of us can't always keep up with "Spark Speak".
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Post by seraphflonne on Jan 22, 2018 5:51:50 GMT
"He said, it's safe to shut down now, so we should probably do so" Angela adjusted her glasses again. At this rate she might as well tape them to her head. That's the issue with traveling around, finding glasses is hard. Disregarding that intrusive thought, Angela kept her eyes on the dimension gate. Her perception of reality is bogging it down...? That sounds unlikely, considering her own experiences, but if that's what he believes, she won't knock him down a peg. He already proved extremely adept at this.
Rem quieted down, staring into the folds of the dimension just as much as everyone else. It's eyes started to sparkle as it slowly started to float towards the rift. It would take a minute, but it was clear that if unstopped it was going to try and cross over.
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Post by Vazad on Jan 22, 2018 8:53:38 GMT
As everyone talks about shutting the machine down several figures step through the gateway with grating and grinding sounds. They appear to be Clanks of some kind, rusted and in obvious disrepair. In the center of the group is one with an obviously feminine form. It has no obvious way of seeing the group and stares straight ahead. There are five others which are all far bulkier, seemingly modeled after suits of some sort of archaic armor. The singular eye at the center of their heads clicks and whirs as the scan the room. After a few seconds, the two closest to the gateway begins haphazardly tearing wires from it. The space inside flickers and dies, the back wall can once again be seen within. The pylons begin to surge with chaotic energy.
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 22, 2018 16:19:03 GMT
Sylvia takes a few massive steps back as the figures emerge from the other side of the gate. She tenses as they begin to tear things from the gateway, before breathing a sigh of relief as the gate goes out. That relief doesn't last long, though, as things quickly seem to deteriorate to even worse than they began.
"What... what's going on?" she asks, to no one in particular. Not that they'd likely have answers.
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Post by Lockdown on Jan 23, 2018 6:16:50 GMT
Edgar sighs though his nose. "Excuse me, but could you not destabilize the gate my employer just fixed? Seeing at it's your only way home as well as a bloody menace if it blows up!" His tone is curt and indignant as he addresses the central clank. Obviously the control unit given it wasn't doing any real work.
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Post by Vazad on Jan 23, 2018 12:55:26 GMT
The smaller robot turns its smooth head to face Edgar. There is a whirring noise followed by several clicks going from extremely low pitch to high. Once it finishes a grating feminine voice emerges.
"Stand by for disassembly of contraband. Interference will not be tolerated. Use of deadly force authorized. Return to Nexus unnecessary."
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Post by DataNinja on Jan 23, 2018 18:33:07 GMT
"You know," Sylvia ventures nervously, "We were trying to find a way to shut it down ourselves. Without ripping more holes in space. So, uh, if you wouldn't mind just stopping ripping it apart, so that we can do this safely?"
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