Crab Rave ♫ [Malaki Day 1]

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Crab Rave ♫ [Malaki Day 1] Mar 2, 2022 16:27:56 GMT -5

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Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Mar 2, 2022 16:27:56 GMT -5

It always starts the same here. You, Lord Alistair the Third, are always the first to make the trip out to new finds. An exploration to get the shiniest shiny of all time! Lord Alistair had always been a connoisseur of only the finest of shiny objects. The strange people of the past have left behind too many objects to be collected. His own party of other crabs were around, climbing their way through the metallic objects, sorting through it all while moving in a circle, almost as smooth as a dance. No music to flow with, but they've still got some rhythm as they go. Lord Alistair was and will forever be the greatest explorer of all crabkind.

On his journey today, he's already found the jewel of the scrap field! The shiniest of metals that glimmers in the light. The metal clings with a nice whack as his own claws as he crawls onto it, letting the sunshine glimmer onto him. The heat would rise up nicely to his own exoskeleton, warmth blooming through his form. This piece would do wonders in his collection. All it would need is the boys of the waste to come take it for him back to the hideout. None of his team would argue with him. Not after the incident with Duke Benjamin the Eighth. Only Lord Alistair deserves anything shiny. Everyone else could choke.

The loud sounds from earlier having rang through their shells, sending this exploration into a panic, but they've already recovered. Moving slower and quicker than before, they've found more shiny objects to add to their collection. As time seems to move faster, the sun growing larger and smaller, Lord Alistair could feel the earth shaking around them. His team moved faster, stepping away from him, all eyes on him. As he looks up to see the shadow of the creature there, he crawls forward with his eyes focused. If anyone was to greet this new species of discovery, it would be him. Claw out, prepared to shake this creature's hand he speaks with all of his gusto.

"Hello. I am Lord Alistair the Third of Crabkind. It's a pleasure to meet you, stranger. Is there anything I can do for you?"

It would be a first for him. As long as this strange creature didn't want his shines, then all would be well in the world. His claw snaps down in a greeting, hoping the creature would understand his prospects.

10/10 HP

(Lord Alistair the Third attacks D8X Malaki-Boden; Glaive [Claw])
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(Shallow Cut on Left Bicep 3.5)

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Last Edit: Mar 2, 2022 16:28:18 GMT -5 by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom]

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Crab Rave ♫ [Malaki Day 1] Mar 3, 2022 22:39:54 GMT -5

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Post by arx on Mar 3, 2022 22:39:54 GMT -5

malaki-boden w/a
_{aka "kiibo"}

"No, in fact, it is called a 'soldering iron,'" he holds up the not-so-elaborate mixture of graphite, battery, and carefully coiled wires. "But, yes, I suppose it is- in a sense -an 'incredibly hot pen.'" His new allies are incredibly capable and intelligent—and there is also Talon.

"I'm missing some essential components, but I think I may be able to attain what I need from those," he points to what he assumes is an old arena [pun: intended] of sorts, wondering what he might find within the hollowed out, rusted machines there.

"I will be back in approximately 17 minutes," he'd already done the calculations in his head while he was fashioning the iron. He thought about leaving out his next words, but he's found that he's never been very good at words. Or rather, never been any good at saying the right words at the right time. And even with all that knowledge- "That is, of course, barring significant bodily harm or death impeding my journey."

He pauses, the facts of the situation moving rapidly to the forefront of his mind. And mouth.

"In which case I would take far longer than 17 minutes," he ponders a moment. "I'd estimate 3 hours, though I must say I despise estimates."

"And that is only factual for the bodily harm part of that statement," he nods as if to affirm it, like they may not believe him if not for the nod. "I cannot come back from the dead."

Despite popular belief.

"Really, please! Allow me to embark on this endeavor myself, I will return."

He didn't want to tell them that his stylist and escort team had jammed a needle into his chest before he'd entered, or that he could still feel the artificial adrenaline coursing through his veins. It felt like cheating; he was certain this was cheating.

But who was he to inform? Who was meant to know this information that was not already aware? He'd been pondering the question on his walk, sand scooped into his boots and settling between his toes, within his socks, scratching, slicing, and cutting where he was certain only paper cuts would cause more discomfort.

"This is quite cerrrtainnnlyyyy," too much energy exerted to get his boot off, noted. "The worst."

He sat for a moment as all his injuries became more apparent, detrimental. He felt himself slowing down, his feet and limbs growing heavy where they once felt weightless, his lungs aching where they once worked at full capacity. Tired. He was tired. Exhausted, having exerted all he'd had swinging his arms like-

If he were to speak in Tavi's words: 'a stupid, silly, little robot boy with no sense in his head at all!'

He always said it with a smile on his face. He said lots of things with a smile on his face, even when he wasn't supposed to. For some reason it made Kiibo feel better to think about that. He could not form a reason why that could be, but then again, he was feeling rather-

Right, tired. Exhausted. He'd already thought this. He blinks, "Oh goodness, yes!" eyes adjusting to the glint of metal and sand and sky and-

He pulls his goggles down over his eyes.

"Much like a crustacean," he'd only ever seen them in books, on television screens, and⁠—most recently—served on platters in the Capitol. He tried to explain that they looked like bugs that lived in the sea, but Henry would not hear of such things. Apparently, "bugs no swim! only- some bugs. those no bugs." Henry had a fear of the ocean even though he'd never seen it before. Kiibo had always found that interesting.

"Greetings fellow scrapper friend, I'm Mali-AHHH!"

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[Broken Left Foot -- 6.5 damage]

"Oh, ohh-oh oh ohohohoh, I apologize, I only-" he places his fingers carefully over the small slice in his bicep, squeezing and admiring that his blood still ran red. "It's only a small wound, I should not have acted so rashly. Are you here for the same thing I am?"

Apparently it did not much matter who you were: shiny things were always enticing.

"Here, let me aid you."

kiibo d8x acquires a new injury!
#155. SHALLOW CUT ON LEFT BICEP

DAMAGE: 14.0 of 40.0

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Crab Rave ♫ [Malaki Day 1] Mar 3, 2022 23:07:14 GMT -5

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Post by Benson Sharpe D3M [Tom] on Mar 3, 2022 23:07:14 GMT -5

The strange creature is frailer than Lord Alistair had originally thought. Squishy in substance as his claw pinches in greeting, the feeling of liquid spreading through his claw. His eyes squint with a certain caution, but Lord Alistair is not afraid of any creature. Not in this field of metal and shiny treasures. As the strange creature yelps in some sort of language that Lord Alistair the Third's only heard once in his life, he rests confusedly near. Claws clicking together in contemplation at the strange creature before him. A moment to take in the appearance of the strange creature is enough to distract him from the surprise attack that's come. Lord Alistair had just wanted to greet the creature who's approached his exploration, his treasures, and pick apart the strange creature's intention.

CRUNCH!

The pain bursts in a feeling of achiness, but Lord Alistair's been injured many times. High above the cliffs of the metal mountain, underneath the trenches of metal cove, and even in the cave of glittering glass. Lord Alistair's experienced injuries before, but this one had rattled his treasure upon his back. The shell of metal denting in the worst place as his own cry of pain reaches out. For a moment, he doesn't regret his life. It's been good. Lots of crabkind folks praising him for his findings. The children he's got left in the world. No regrets in the life he's made for himself. It's a slow pain, but he's recognizing he's still alive. The team of his hiding behind scrap metal of all sorts, worry stricken upon their faces. A wave of warning from his claw as he continues to listen to the strange creature.

The giant stares at the liquid from Lord Alistair's greeting. A memory of their meeting forever to be stuck onto the creature. Just the way he liked it. A souvenir of their fellowship. A friend made from politeness. The strange creature could easily help them find shiny things if their communication could get better. A moment is all it takes for that to come crumbling down. The giant strange creature reaching over for the one shiny object that the crabkind have been hunting for. The metal of a hundred wars. The perfect malleable piece to be made into a shell for the right crustacean. The beauty of the desert. Lord Alistair had to have it. The gem of the world.

There's only one option left.

The strange creature had to choke.

No regrets.

Lord Alistair had to have the piece.

"I'm sorry friend. That gem belongs to me. You've made a mockery of our exploration."

3.5/10 HP

(Lord Alistair the Third attacks D8X Malaki-Boden; Glaive [Claw])
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(Deep Gash on Forehead 9.0)

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Crab Rave ♫ [Malaki Day 1] Mar 4, 2022 20:53:31 GMT -5

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Post by arx on Mar 4, 2022 20:53:31 GMT -5

malaki-boden w/a
_{aka "kiibo"}

Getting too close to unfamiliar creatures was certainly not the smartest of ideas. Most explorers of old and new alike would disagree with him, he knew that much. But considering he'd only managed to earn himself two injuries and no new friends, exploration seemed far less entertaining and exhilarating than advertised.

He was all bent out of shape, arms crossing over one another where he made attempts to stop the bleeding. The fringe made it entirely impossible to anything besides holographic bright spots, glitter, rainbows. It would have been rather pleasing to the eye if it weren't for the blood dripping into his.

Now how does a normal, non-robotic mind think up all that in just a moment, huh? Doesn't make a licka fuckin' sense does it, Kii-weewee for brains?

He kicks. With all the force he has. Aimless, lacking tact, but with a force behind it. And for another moment he thinks he might be afraid.

Perhaps.

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[Broken Nose -- 5.5 damage]

And by the time he's done frantically kicking and he's done staring into the bloodied sparkles of the world, he found himself alone. No more crab friend to be seen. Not even a trail of blood or ooze or puss naturally associated with the death of living creatures. He felt silly, glancing around for tracks or marks or any trace of the first bit of life he'd come into contact with—besides that of his allies, creatures who weren't built to be here.

Not really.

"Will this killing game ever end?"

He wasn't sure who he was asking. Maybe whatever camera and microphone was placed closest.

kiibo d8x acquires a new injury!
#1#//. DEEP GASH ON FOREHEAD

DAMAGE: 23.0 of 40.0