Clayton Young
23 May 2017 @ 12:26 am
 
Who; Garrus Vakarian and Clayton Young
What; A meeting that's long overdue
Where; The Nova City Beacon Bounty Board
Warnings; Nothing except Clay's mouth

nobody told him he needed to be registered first )
 
 
Cassian Ó Loinsigh
23 May 2017 @ 01:20 am
Who: Cassian, Tannusen and Garrus
Where: Everglade, in Cassian's Subgate
What: An end to two thousand years worth of BULLSHIT
Warnings: DEATH. VIOLENCE. ATTEMPTED CANNIBALISM. MENTIONS OF FORMER CANNIBALISM. BODY HORROR. HIGH SCORE HIGH SCORE HIGH SCORE

I lose myself between the sound )
 
 
BLACK HAT
[... He can work with this. Flicking what he was well aware was gray matter tainted water off his coat and hat, wringing out his tie, and casually splashing his way out of the cave like a seasoned spelunker, his mind was already going a mile a minute after watching the hologram.

Genessia.

NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE.

And if he's never been here well... That's a whole new market wide open and screaming for his attention.

GOTTA GET MONEY

GOTTA GET PAID

Out into the sunlight, monocle glinting, smile glimmering, bearing every teal colored fang in his head as one hand idly starts up the video function on his phone.

It's a short, but sweet comment.

""""Sweet"""" as it can be with a smile like that
]

Ladies and gentlemen.

It's pleasure to have stumbled upon your wonderful little pocket dimension, very quaint.

In a short amount of time, I'll be bringing some gifts just for you here, highly useful, marketable, occasionally incendiary, semi automatic and excellently priced gifts.

I look forward to doing business with you.
 
 
Shinmyoumaru Sukuna
23 May 2017 @ 04:31 am
[Behold, its everyone's favorite person that is so small most people likely don't even realize that she lives among them. But even the few that knew about her wouldn't have heard much from her recently. That is because she's been an industrious little thing! She clears her throat before speaking. She sounds like she's trying to be serious, but the tiny and adorable voice makes it a little difficult.]

I am in need of a volunteer! Some time ago, I asked people for suggestions on how I could pull in some money despite this world being built for tallfolk. There were a few good ones, thanks by the way nice people. So I decided I'd try one of them, and I have made some gloves designed for hugepeople hands. Its tough getting it all perfect when the hands they are designed for are bigger then I am! I tried to make it like I'd make for someone my size, just super big. But what I need the volunteer for is to try them on! I wanna make sure the stitching holds up when they are actually being worn.

[She glances over her shoulder towards her handiwork.]

I need a giant that has smaller hands, I didn't have a lot of cloth to work with so I couldn't make them very big. Oh right, I should mention that! They aren't made for use when you are doing super hard work, its something you wear to look nice.

[A little frown touches her face.]

Since I am trying to learn how to do this to MAKE money, I can't really pay anyone to help me. That is why I am asking for a volunteer!
 
 
Spock
23 May 2017 @ 10:45 am
[Spock has devoted pretty much all of his free time since his arrival a few weeks ago to the Genessia Scientific Research Foundation in an attempt to learn more about the world that they’re all trapped on, hoping that a deeper understanding will help facilitate figuring out how to get off this rock. And while he trusts his peers’ work, there is nothing better than a first hand account. Which is how he found himself approaching the barrier. He hasn’t seen it for himself; maybe he can spot something that was previously missed. He’s been fully warned not to touch it, but a close look certainly can’t hurt, right?

Wrong.

He’s still a hundred feet away from the barrier when he feels it hit him: a wall of emotions unlike anything he’s ever felt. He can’t even make one out above the other, it’s just too much too much too much. Through the sensation his mind is racing. He’s not touching the barrier, nor was he trying to use any sort of telepathy when the sensation struck. It’s only been about three seconds and his mind feels as if it’s about to explode; this is far more intense than any meld he’s done before. His logic dictates him with one final thought before the surge overwhelms him and he crumbles to the ground: they were wrong about the barrier’s reach.]

((ooc: Spock has passed out his first month here this has to be some sort of record and will awaken in the hospital in a few hours! Feel free to visit him there to make sure he’s okay, or berate him for being an idiot.))