Poe found a comfortable pace to keep up, looking down when he could to make sure he didn't trip over anything on the ground. Mahmud seemed to slow down a bit to match his own pace, and Poe breathed a sigh of relief at that."You ride her?"he asked. That never would have crossed his mind, since woolbeasts weren't beasts of burden, and besides, he respected his lusus too much to even think of that! "Don't you worry you might hurt her that way? Or make her... unharpy?" Poe supposed by the time he was an adult he would be too big to even try doing something like that, though he much preferred just cuddling up to her and her warm wool.
The topic changed and he grinned widely."Poe-try! Wow! You're pretty good at doing that! I'd love to help you write something cool. It could be funny and witty, like a limerick, and that would be super cool, and awesome. More poems should be funny too, I think," he said cheerfully. As they approached their destination, Poe nodded absently, adjusting his goggles."Well, I got them myself a while ago, because I thought they looked cool! And made me look like a hero, which is fun. Lanata helps me look cool all the time by helping me make jackets and boots from her wool, which are also cool-kid clothing," he added. He liked looking cool. "I used to live in the plains outside of New Hemisect, but now I don't, for reasons. I don't mind all the questions," he said, laughing a bit nervously and hoping to get away from that subject, because he wasn't good at lying unless it was for-fun pretending like in a game he played with his friends. "But I don't know... am I supposed to ask them back? Or just... tell you more jokes?"
Poe heard the cacophonous wave of sound that was the approaching mess hall. He wasn't afraid to talk to others, as disheartening as it was when his attempts at sociability got shut down for unknown reasons. But, if he went in there alone, he might lose track of Mahmud. "Oh! Wow, yeah, of course I'm good at that! I made you my friend, and it only took a little bit of jokes didn't it?" The greenblood was a bit sheepish at that, then he suddenly changed his tone, hushed-serious too.
"I can do it, but you need to come with me." He held out his hand to Mahmud. "You can be Mah-bud! Aha, there, I finally made a pun with your name, which had been hard because it's not as conductive to good jokes like mine, and I needed to return the favor."
Hemera entered with a long breath. She needed time away from the facilities and the havoc and disorder going on in them. It was so tiring, cleaning just for trolls to come in and wreck everything all over again. Also trying to get anyone to stand down wasn't working particularly well. She needed time to refresh and do something she knew would actually stick.
One should be careful what they wish for, however. As she paced along, an alarm started to chirp like a fire alarm needing new batteries. No one seemed to notice it, however. But it would get grating, and considering all the potential hazards coming up, she might as well do damage control.
Too bad it would start shrieking as soon as she took a screwdriver to it.
After fixing the tedious alarm, Mera needed more things to focus on. So, she applied her little experience with electronics to start putting things together. As long as there was a manual, she would be fine. Frankly, she could only do better than Leeroi did with painful shocks. Or, bother to be careful enough to avoid injury. She went through one after another, checking quick for quality, before moving on to the next.
Once her workload was complete, she stood up and stretched the stiffness out of her joints. But the raids still haunted her. Mera decided to call in a shipment quick to the facility; something better than nothing, for now.
Rianon was milling about the Chittentown facility, finding herself growing bored. The young greenblood passed along the various stations, eyes glazed over at the tedium. "Anyone want to make a little noise?" she finally asked out loud, her mischievous tone made her intentions rather obvious. "I think I'm going to pay Civisect a visit. Who wants to come see what they're up to? Maybe bring some souvenirs back with us," she proposed, looking around at the trolls laboring away. She knew it wouldn't too much trouble, hopefully, for herself. It was more a question of how much noise they wanted to make.
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You assist the lab workers by bringing them scalding hot hustle. (Which is coffee, Pidge, you loser)
Apparently after being astounded by his novel idea for a space ladder, everyone in the lab had ceased to function normally and needed to be caffeinated. This task was delegated to him, of course, after one of the workers stumbled forward into a wall after volunteering to get a few cups. How any of these trolls were still standing on their own both astounded and befuddled him.
He allowed his robe swish behind him as he returned with the coffee and stood at the doorway a moment to observe. However, the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air had caught their attention before he could announce it and he soon found himself swarmed with hands and muffled thank yous. Once they were pacified, he smirked and set the tray aside.
Buffel was scuffin’ his boots waiting to get his next order when he heard the call of a greenblood.
”Anyone want to make a little noise? I think I'm going to pay Civisect a visit. Who wants to come see what they're up to? Maybe bring some souvenirs back with us.”
Looking around and assessing that he probably wasn’t going to be of much use at the hub for a while, Buffel sauntered over to the young miss.
”Howdy Miss. If it’s a raid you’re fixin’..."
He paused, letting fly his gun into the air in a properly showy fashion. It twirled quickly, hitting it’s apex just above his head before twirling back down to be caught back in his hand once more.
”I think I might be able to assist ya some. Been itchin’ to do somethin’ for a bit anyhow!"
Akkira was playing with a small ball of metal trying to figure out what it went to when the sweet words of another young troll reached her ears. Some noise, huh? The blind redblood pushed her glasses up and grinned a bit. She hopped off the chest she had been sitting on and pulled the wooden sword from it's hilt.
"Oh, finally something interesting," came a voice off the her left. One of those voices no doubt no one could hear, the specter trailed close behind Akkira as she walked towards where she heard the voice, carefully tapping the ground with her bokken as she walked.
"No kidding, lets see what this troll has to say, I've," she said back. She waved a hand... this was the right thing to do right? Hopefully she didn't seem like a doofus heading in the wrong direction. Ah, and another once, a different one at least but still young as far as she could tell. "Oh a raid, right? I'd be up for something like that, you two have a plan?" Once stopped she just lets the bokken rest on the ground and a hand on her hip.
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Rianon grinned as she saw the rough and tumble looking yellowblood approach. "The help's appreciated there fancy fingers," she commented warmly, flipping a bunch of curls over her shoulder. The greenblood swiveled her head as the voice of the redblood came from next to them, her grin widened, it appeared that there were some gutsy trolls around here after all. "Yes indeed," she replied with a nod. "Hmm, looks like we're the only ones tough enough to take this on," she said with a little pout, assuming the older trolls just thought they wouldn't be able to accomplish anything since they were kids. "Anyway, ya'll can call me Ri," she told the both of them with a wink. "I'm thinking of a quick one, don't want them to know what hit 'em. I got a trick that can get us out of there pretty quick," she said with a giggle. "We should head over to one of our facilities to prepare first though, three seems like a good one to me, don'tcha think?"
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EDIT: I'M A DUMB AGAIN, BUFFEL IS IN FACILITY 3
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Akkira has moved to facility 3!
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"The name is Akkira, nice to meet both of you," She wasn't going to risk sticking her hand out for a handshake and risk hitting one of these two. Heavens knew that it might turn bad for her.
She follows the two to the facility, making sure to keep ears open for these two and whatever around her so that she didn't get lost. "If nothing else, I have these grub mashers that like to follow me around, they might give us a hand or they'll just hang out and shout at us," whaT GRUB MASHERS AKKIRA? Though she had a feeling she might like these two trolls she actually was talking to, they seemed spunky. She liked spunky.
All trolls on this team may join in the mini-boss battles for their respective side. This is a mini-boss battle, the full rules and mechanics of which can be reviewed here.
SUMMER META MINIBOSS SPECIAL RULES: Individual troll hp carries over between all mini-bosses. Trinkets/ability usage limits do not. Defeating a mini-boss allows each troll who fought against it to restore to full HP, including those at 0.
Each teen or older troll can attack each mini-boss four times per day, whenever they choose. After that, they may spend meta actions to attack additional times. Attacks reset at 12pm EST with the rest of the event.
All attacks must be submitted as a google form as well as a post in this thread, following the same rules as all other form posts this meta. TLDR; please submit the google form immediately after calculating damage, before rp is put in to your post.
Once the mini-boss is at 0hp, this can be counted by all trolls participating as a battle rp for growth. If you have any questions, please PM the mule.
You have encountered a Runaway Trundlebuggy!
With a scream and a crash, a heavy trundlebuggy rumbles down the paths of the Chittentown SRDPSL, sending trolls and trolleys flying in it's wake. As it passes you, the air becomes stick with static and black smoke leaking out of the malfunctioning machine, as it takes the corner on a hairpin turn and continues on it's path of carnage. Behind it, assorted boxes and beams pinwheel through the air, like large, painful raindrops. It looks like sometroll needs to wrestle it back into control, or at least beat on it's siding until it suffers critical damage and shuts down its internal motor.
If you rolled a 1, you dive for the trundlebuggy, trying to leap aboard. Your hands scrabble as you're tossed from it's casing and you end up underneath it, as it bounces over top of you. The bumping from having to bounce over your twitching carapace knocks a box of nuts and bolts free, scattering them over your prone form as it skids out of your sight. Take 4 dmg, and 1 damage each roll after until a support power is used on you.
If you rolled a 2, you grab onto a cord hanging off the side, trying to hold the machine still. You wrestle with it for a minute, then trip and skid along the ground by your face until your hands remember to let go. Take 3 dmg, and 1 damage each roll after until a support power is used on you.
If you rolled a 3, you see the buggy coming down the corridor you are in, and hastily knock the nearest thing down into it's path to try and slow it down. Unfortunately, the nearest thing is another troll, who, after they get back up, spends a few minutes slapping you dizzy.Take 2 dmg, and 1 damage each roll after until a support power is used on you.
If you rolled a 4, as you charge at the machine, another troll leaps out of a side corridor into your path, and you both collapse in a heap on the ground as the buggy zips by. Take 2 dmg.
If you rolled a 5, you manage to grab the fender of the back of the machine for a moment, before a dislodged package hits you between the eyes, causing you to let go. Take 2 dmg.
If you rolled a 6, you catch the buggy at an intersection, as it's pathfinding algorithms try and calculate the best route to wherever it's glitching system is telling it to go. Jumping on board, you frantically rip of a piece of the control panels casing and start yanking at bits to try and turn it off. Take 1 dmg. The buggy suddenly switches from idle to full speed, and you tumble off as it shoots off down the corridor. However, you come away with a fistfull of wires from the interior. Your attack does double dmg.
When the mini-boss or all trolls have reached 0hp, please wait for the mule to post an ending.
You have encountered a Rogue Scientist!
There seems to be a hold up in one of the labs. Drones and lab workers cluster around the door, as staplers and wrenches and the occasional clip board are flung out at intervals. It seems one of the scientists is highly strung, and is having a bit of a meltdown in a room containing very valuable, and fragile, equipment. As you look in, a scientist grabs you by the back of your clothing and whispers at you to be delicate, for gog's sake! They then go back to cowering in the doorway with the rest.
If you rolled a 1, you see the scientist scuttling around in the shadows, scribbling on the floor. The scene they're illustrating seems to involve a lot of flames, and exploding bits of metal. As you creep up on them, they spin around and point a crayon at you. As you stare them down, they leap forwards, ramming the harmless writing implement hard into your eye, causing you to see stars and pain. Take 5 dmg.
If you rolled a 2, You fail to see the scientist, until a shaky battle cry makes you look up and see them, crouched on top of a processing bank. You raise your hands up to defend yourselves as they rock back and forwards, ululating, until they tip the bank over onto you. Take 4 dmg.
If you rolled a 3, you follow the soft cooing noises to the scientist, hiding under a few upturned boxes, stroking a stapler. They react by stapling your leg a few times and crying weakly, before skittering off into the shadows. Take 4 dmg, do +2 damage with your attack.
If you rolled a 4, You find the scientist's beloved stapler lying discarded on the ground. Reaching down to pick it up, the scientist leaps on your back and beats at your head, screaming, until you manage to shake them off. Take 3 dmg, do +2 damage with your attack.
If you rolled a 5, you corner the scientist. After you both shuffle around for a few minutes, they leap forwards, trying to wrap their coat around your head, while also biting themselves in the arm. You land on the floor in a jumble of wriggling limbs, trying to free yourself from their mad embrace. Take 3 dmg, do +2 damage with your attack.
If you rolled a 6, you hear a hissing sound, and turning around, see the disheveled scientist staring out at you from under a table. As you slowly approach, they give an incomprehensible scream and kick out wildly, striking at you before scuttling away on all fours, yipping in fear with their rear predominantly exposed. Take 3 dmg. Your attack does double dmg.
When the mini-boss or all trolls have reached 0hp, please wait for the mule to post an ending.
You have encountered a squadron of Imperial Beaurocrat Bots!
Metal rapping draws near. You were about, minding your own business, contributing to the cause- when a wall of Beaurocrat Bots suddenly blocks you and your team mates. They inform you that these ACTIONS ARE UNAUTHORISED, and that FORMS A5 THROUGH D7 MUST BE COMPLETED. Are these things malfunctioning? You're not sure, but it's clear that they will continue to obstruct everyone's work efforts until they're placated.
If you roll a 1, you try and flee. A pair of bots extend their motorised arms, successfully restraining you and pulling you in for questioning about unauthorised volunteer behavioural conduct. Take 3 dmg, and take 1 damage each roll until support power is used and you are freed.
If you roll a 2, a group of bots tie you down to a chair using red tape. They berate you with questions about policies you've never even heard of until you cry. Take 2 dmg, take 1 damage each roll until support power is used.
If you roll a 3, a bot closes down on you. You point out a nearby lightbulb that's out, and ask if that infringes on any conducts. The bot immediately goes off on Safety Violation #90234, and demands to know who the project manager is, tightening their grip. Take 2 damage, take 1 damage each roll until support power is used.
If you roll a 4, you are ensnared by a bot. You cleverly ask if their presence infringes section 4921 of conduct B234G43, addressing overcrowding in dangerous working conditions. The bot stands there, motionless, for a long moment, making mechanical noises. It explodes, shooting flames into your face. Take 1 dmg, and 1 damage each roll until support power is used and the flames are put out.
If you roll a 5, you fill out forms A5 through D7, but point out an error in continuity and a missing form in the papers. Steam spouts from the bot's head as it makes computerised whirring noises, slapping you with its clipboard before shutting down. Take 2 dmg.
If you roll a 6, you bombard the bot with compliments regarding its impeccable handwriting skills. It's head vibrates. You continue to lather it in compliments- those forms are so well organised and immaculate, it must be such hard work, your writing utensils are so precise!- until it literally vibrates the screws out of it's metallic skull and falls apart. Take 1 damage for being ingenuine.
When the mini-boss or all trolls have reached 0hp, please wait for the mule to post an ending.
Etsali is attacking the rogue scientist! HP: 17/20 Damage: 12 +1 from weapon= 13
There seems to be a hold up in one of the labs. Drones and lab workers cluster around the door, as staplers and wrenches and the occasional clip board are flung out at intervals. It seems one of the scientists is highly strung, and is having a bit of a meltdown in a room containing very valuable, and fragile, equipment. As you look in, a scientist grabs you by the back of your clothing and whispers at you to be delicate, for gog's sake! They then go back to cowering in the doorway with the rest.
If you rolled a 6, you hear a hissing sound, and turning around, see the disheveled scientist staring out at you from under a table. As you slowly approach, they give an incomprehensible scream and kick out wildly, striking at you before scuttling away on all fours, yipping in fear with their rear predominantly exposed. Take 3 dmg. Your attack does double dmg.
As Etsali worked her way through the labs, half looking for somewhere to lend a hand and half looking for a free computer to maybe do something a little less space-related, a commotion in the labs caught her attention. Curiosity getting the better of her, as it often did, the thief made her way towards the doorway, slipping in between drones and scientists. And oh, hm. That guy really was causing a problem, huh?
She waited a second, to see if anyone was going to, you know, go help him, but the doorway remained crowded and the meltdown went on. Rolling her eyes, she pushed into the room, then had to pause when she realized the scientist was no longer in sight. Where had he...? There was a hiss, the gleam of eyes from beneath a table. Etsali put on one of her friendliest smiles, approached slowly.
"Hey there, you doing alright? Why don't you come on out and-" They screamed and lashed out with a kick before darting past her. Her reflexes being what they were, there really was no chance she wasn't going to retaliate from that sudden movement.
Mera noticed a clump of trolls, and wandered over out of sheer curiosity. She politely butted her way through, eventually getting to see what was going on inside. One of the scientists, frazzled, flipping out. Around the equipment? Now?! How unprofessional! Hemera frowned at the sight. Couldn't any of the drones figure out a way to extract the person?
She watched on as another troll went into the room, seemingly to talk them down. She silently cheered Etsali on for her initiative; Mera's eyes then widened in horror when the scientist freaked at her. And everyone was just staring while Etsali was being attacked...! Mera refused to sit by idly.
Hemera stormed in, arms crossed, but inhaled to try to be civil. "I understand that your work is overwhelming. We sympathize and would like to do anything to help you, but lashing out like that is completely inappropriate. Please-" Mera's words cut off sharply as the scientist kicked her, too. She blinked in shock, rubbing her lower jaw. That had just- They didn't-
She couldn't believe this behavior. Next time they darted out, she repelled with a swift, no-nonsense movement. She looked at Etsali. "If you're willing to, we may have to find a way to push them out of here forcefully."
Name:Sephos Arbola (8-19 1/2 Daily Action) Activity: Strength Resources gained: 2) Heaving metal beams around the base for quick transport saves the facility a good amount of time! +3 morale +1 labor
Sephos glanced over at the yellowblood to make sure he was applying it right - he was. Briefly, Sephos wondered if he often got bruised, but found he didn't care.
As a passing drone came by to 'help', Sephos found himself pressed, briefly, into working as well, taking some heavy things to a pile of other heavy things nearby. By the time he came back, his lusus was becoming... aquainted... with a large bee.
Well of course. An insect. Covered in pollen. Of course Maku would be interested in them.
Maku would have held out his hands and beckoned the very polite and suitably symbiotic creature over but his hands were, alas, full of Sephos' items and he could not do so. Intead, he rustled his leaves and flowers and hummed softly, the best imitation he could make of buzzing. His flexible, planty noise-apparatus simply could not handle what the bee's wings could do.
Sephos looked up at him and shrugged. "We're going to be here for a while." He said. Unless, of course, they left their lusii to it.
Name:Sephos Arbola (8-19 2/2 Daily Action) Activity: Academic Resources gained: 6) A seemingly unrelated topic to building a space ladder but incredibly relevant to your interests proves itself to be useful! Everyone is in awe of your knowledge. +3 research
Sephos was walking around the facility, minding his own business and looking for clues, when he suddenly heard a commotion.
"IT'S NOT RIGHT! IT'S NOT RIIIIIGHT!" A white-coated troll, blue-filled eyes too-bright and blazing with passion staggered out in front of him, "NOTHING IS RIGHT!" They noticed him and grabbed him. They nearly brought the startled child off the ground with their strength, shaking Sephos vigorously. "NOTHING!"
After snarling at the troll to let go of him now Sephos learned the reason for his distress - science. Or, rather, the lack of something behind it. Facts? Funding? Sephos didn't care. And it didn't matter. The more the scientist ranted on and on, the more Sephos thought it sounded familiar. It did. He'd faced a similar situation to the scientists with a particularly stubborn tree.
Since he couldn't escape, he told him about it. Seemingly placated, the scientist went away, talking to no one in particular about his new idea that solved something key. Sephos watched him go and shrugged in annoyance.
