Yet, repeatedly, I have noticed you piddling around in a laboratory of your own. You seemingly attempt to mix genes and build large constructions of the mechanical nature.

But I am the scientist.

Well, sir, this being the case, I challenge you to a... Cast Off.

Truly, a meeting of the arts should never be portrayed by such a silly name, but alas anything more detailed would confuse some of the simpler minds here.

Felocity begins sketching a runic circle upon the ground with one hand, while tracing more symbols in the air before her with the other. As she completes a sketching, the symbols alight in a deep purple hue and a sudden wind begins to pick up, softly blowing her hair and clothing into a gentle sway and hints of leather can be seen where her robes part.

Once the runic circle and tracings have been completed, she stands tall and proud, her dark skin casting an eerie glow in the purple light; her eyes sparkling like polished diamonds.

You have been challenged, Panda Lord. Do you accept?

For the record, this is meant in fun and I mean no ill will towards the man.

:P

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* installed closed circuit monitors so the occupants can still watch

Want some popcorn? Or just some Gummi Savers?

Why do men take forever to get ready?

Hi. I'll just join you guys if you don't mind.

*offers jerky and soda to everyone*

I brought Dr. Pepper and Moutain Dew.

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Felocity had this to say about pies:
Felocity taps her foot, slightly impatient.

Why do men take forever to get ready?

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He's not on during the day for the most part. He does usually get online sometime before 4PM Central, as that's the time I get home from school when I don't have my head in a toilet, and he's usually on when I get on. :P

Kloie casts her strongest shielding spell!

You with the skeleton... might wanna stay away from my sword rack...

* points to the sword rack, where his Ghoulbane is glowing warningly

It's NO DROP now; don't try nuttin'

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I'd like to extend an invitation to you to visit me sometime. I will serve fresh desserts!

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Felocity stumbled drunkenly to the keyboard and typed:
Kloie, you are his daughter, are you not? Hmm. A plan forms.

I'd like to extend an invitation to you to visit me sometime. I will serve fresh desserts!

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* pokes his shiny bucket out of the bunker

Desserts? Cheesecake?

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Mightion Defensor had this to say about (_|_):
You with the skeleton... might wanna stay away from my sword rack...

* points to the sword rack, where his Ghoulbane is glowing warningly*

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Problem is, Paladin, my pet is almost the same level you are....

And you think I fear a Ghoulbane? They're nice pet weapons, but that's about all....

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And I was all like 'Oh yeah?' and RPC was all like:
Problem is, Paladin, my pet is almost the same level you are....

And you think I fear a Ghoulbane? They're nice pet weapons, but that's about all....

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* begins casting Instrument of Nife

Mightion's weapon has become an instrument of Rodcet Nife.

(And no more interruptions of the proc in this patch! Yay!)

Deth's a caster? I thought he was just a mad scientist.

Let's have some of that popcorn, this ought to be good...

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Mightion Defensor had this to say about Tron:
* begins casting Instrument of Nife

Mightion's weapon has become an instrument of Rodcet Nife.

(And no more interruptions of the proc in this patch! Yay!)

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Ah, so you've made yourself a tool. Tools still fear though. And being a feared tool you can't do much can you? Muhahaha...

Pass the d00 and ch33t0z.

No there are no girls there and even if there were I wouldn't let you do them. Dew them however would be acceptable.

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Mightion Defensor had this to say about Robocop:
* passes Baja some Dew and Cheetos, and with the "Sexy Suchii Lingerie Shoppe" catalog that got delivered to the wrong address

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d00d. This is better than Maxim!

CRUNCH CHEWCHEWCHEW! what the...IS THAT A TACO IN HIS HAND!?

Okay...you called me out. What's your beef again? Oh...yeah...insulted I called you a scientist.

Here's why I'm not a scientist. Do you know what "Morphic Resonance" is? It's the aural effect someone leaves on their surroundings and on others. So-called "Deities" have the most, but in fact all creatures have the stuff. When I create creatures, I use the collected samples of Morphic resonances I've gathered over the years. Sometimes it probably does seem like science to the uneducated, collecting hairs and blood from subjects.

But have you ever heard of, by chance, "Sympathetic Magic" ? The prevailing thought on the matter is that by drawing on some Thing of a person, hair, fingernail clippings, skin, blood, even a beloved personal item, you can in fact extrapolate their essence from the item. Usually it's used for voodoo and curses and such, but if you reverse the polarity, you can gather some of the affected person's strength.

That's all my morphic tampering really is. My bioreactor uses THAUMOnuclear, not THERMOnuclear power to reset a person's morphic resonance, repairing the damage done to them. Likewise, my most embarassing mistake, Hipolyta Darkiss, was only embarassing because she turned sociopathically homocidal. From the standpoint of my experiment, she was actually a complete success...and incidentally was created from elements as varied as hair, scale samples, patches of fur, blood samples, and Lazuli's thong. Interesting facts.

As for the possible argument that "forging metal and smithing armor" as I have in the past is a form of scientific creation...well...think about it. Blacksmithing in any form is really a collection of small rituals. That's why the dwarves are such pious people, and why they're such marvelous metalworkers. But they ARE rituals nonetheless.

Casts aside the half-eaten taco, sets his staff standing under its own power for a moment whilst he cracks his knuckles...then catches the staff in his hand, golden eyes aglow, peeking over the top of his shades

But if you insist on carrying this misunderstanding to it's completion...well...I'd be a very rude gentleman to deny the lady. Is this going to be a formal certamen or shall we just go with Neriak rules?

Uh, lads... time to put a roof on this bunker, methinks.

Mnum, something interesting at last. Oops, forgot something...

*she sets the plate down in midair, smiling as it stays put, and sets about doing what appears to be constructing a cage around herself with golden thread. Spinning like a spider, she covers the area where she's lying (and her snacks) in a sphere of gold thread. As shelays down, the thread seemingly spreads out, joining with the others in a wide sphere of gold, shattering and dissipating to dust as she takes up her plate*

Better. now, let the show begin!

Ok Guys Sorry to get here late I was picking up refreshments.

*points over to the Spectre who is lugging in a huge bag of Soda and Party snacks*

*Blinking a few times, she shrugs, and stands behind Big Deth, summoning little flags that read, "Go Daddy!" She waves it around while her familiar, Glenwick, waves a miniture one from his perch atop her head.*

But, uh.. Well, I'll just hop into the bunker here, and you guys can go at it!

Delphi hops down into the bunker, refusing many offerings of Dew, pulling out some hair tonic instead.

What? That bastard gnome got me hooked on this stuff.

Oh, I get to revive the loser, ok? No worries!

He begins to run towards them as quick as a chubby prairie dog can!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He dives and catches the half-eaten taco!

Thank goodness!

The prairie dog devours the taco quickly and asks, his mouth full of food:

So, what's all this about then?

I give you the blessing of Tunare, my love. Now go wreak her wrath on one who dares question you.

*Baby Colin, in her arms, grabs a fistful of Daddy's hair and tries to eat it*