Tortoise (after using a small translator device): "Alright. The miners have most likely dug it up by now. Follow me." The big-fig tortoise slowly walks over to a medium-sized building outside the city, where the miners are stationed (mostly tortoises, but some other turtle species as well), and and describes to the head miner what little info the flygon had given him about the buried object. Head Miner: "Hmm...let me see if we have what you seek, flygon." He begins looking through the archives of discovered subterranean objects.
-the robed one looked at the vast selection and some stone with a nice shine cuaght his eye, and the stone looked like this icon, mounted in a glass case for passersby to see..—->><<—- -
-its a Meteorite that hails from the Hoenn Region’s Mt. Chimney... Some sort of pattern has risen to the surface, and it's shining with seven colors of light. Mesmerizing the Flygon-
The robed one: “Thaaaaat oooonnneee...” -he said, his covered eyes shining with intent to have it ASAP.-
Turtle geologist: “Thats weird, we dug that thing up five years ago, and it... somehow changed! It didn’t look like THAT five years ago... it just looked like regular space rock to me... and whats that symbol on it?” -he said, curiosity inspects the rock before turning to the big-fig turtle-
Turtle geologist: “I have some sort of speculation that this desert-man knows something about this rock that we don’t... would it be a good idea to let him have it? I can feel some... strange energy coming from it... but i dunno if it’s from this meteorite or something else!” -he said, inspecting it more-
(OOC: The big-fig is the tortious guard. The Head Miner is minifig-sized.
IC: Head Miner: "Well I do have a possible explanation for the change in appearance: clearly, this crystal was concealed inside a meteorite, and over time, the rock crumbled off. As for the flygon, he may have the crystal. We've broken off some large samples of it, so we'll know everything about just from analyzing those bits. The flygon can have the rest." A forklift rolls through the halls and starts to remove the base containing the rock from the vault.
-the robed one looked at the vast selection and some stone with a nice shine cuaght his eye, and the stone looked like this icon, mounted in a glass case for passersby to see..—->><<—- -
-its a Meteorite that hails from the Hoenn Region’s Mt. Chimney... Some sort of pattern has risen to the surface, and it's shining with seven colors of light. Mesmerizing the Flygon-
The robed one: “Thaaaaat oooonnneee...” -he said, his covered eyes shining with intent to have it ASAP.-
Turtle geologist: “Thats weird, we dug that thing up five years ago, and it... somehow changed! It didn’t look like THAT five years ago... it just looked like regular space rock to me... and whats that symbol on it?” -he said, curiosity inspects the rock before turning to the big-fig turtle-
Turtle geologist: “I have some sort of speculation that this desert-man knows something about this rock that we don’t... would it be a good idea to let him have it? I can feel some... strange energy coming from it... but i dunno if it’s from this meteorite or something else!” -he said, inspecting it more-
(OOC: The big-fig is the tortious guard. The Head Miner is minifig-sized.
IC: Head Miner: "Well I do have a possible explanation for the change in appearance: clearly, this crystal was concealed inside a meteorite, and over time, the rock crumbled off. As for the flygon, he may have the crystal. We've broken off some large samples of it, so we'll know everything about just from analyzing those bits. The flygon can have the rest." A forklift rolls through the halls and starts to remove the base containing the rock from the vault.
-the disguised Flygon King grinned under his head-robings, put paused to think to himself-
‘Are small slivers of Rayquaza’s meteorite still enough to power such large super weapons like the Dragon Ascension Cannon?’
-The robed flygon king waited patiently for samples of the “crystal” to arrive-
OOC: Flugplatz really just Airfield in german, you didn't use aerodrome (which is what we call an airfield in Russian) I should use Jīchǎng for Meow then
IC: *The plane slowly descends and lands, a staircase comes out from the airplane, the door opens, and Il Dutch steps out*
(OOC: The big-fig is the tortious guard. The Head Miner is minifig-sized.
IC: Head Miner: "Well I do have a possible explanation for the change in appearance: clearly, this crystal was concealed inside a meteorite, and over time, the rock crumbled off. As for the flygon, he may have the crystal. We've broken off some large samples of it, so we'll know everything about just from analyzing those bits. The flygon can have the rest." A forklift rolls through the halls and starts to remove the base containing the rock from the vault.
-the disguised Flygon King grinned under his head-robings, put paused to think to himself-
‘Are small slivers of Rayquaza’s meteorite still enough to power such large super weapons like the Dragon Ascension Cannon?’
-The robed flygon king waited patiently for samples of the “crystal” to arrive-
(OOC: Do you even Mega Evolution, bruh? )
OOC: The samples are being kept by the turtles. They're giving him the bulk of the rock, while they keep the pieces to study.
IC: The forklift starts carrying the base through the hallways of the archives. As the group follows it, the Head Miner turns to the flygon. Head Miner: "Oh wait, I forgot. Let us clean it up for you." The forklift takes the base into another room, and the large door immediately closes behind it, leaving the Head Miner, the tortoise guard, and the flygon outside the room. The room has no windows, so the interior can't be seen from the outside. Head Miner: "Our cleaners shall remove all outside materials from the rock, such as dirt, mud, sand, or grease, so that it will be in clean, usable or decorative condition, depending on what you wish to do with it."
Inside the room, the cleaner turtles get to work thoroughly scrubbing the rock's cracks and crevices clean of any and all filth. There is one last step to complete the work.
{JAMMERS! -Turtles- ONLY!} With a tiny, precise laser, an unnoticeable slit is cut in the rock. As a turtle scientist looks through a microscope, he inserts a microscopic device into the slit in the rock. The tiny device is camouflaged, with the exact same color as the rock, so it would be impossible to find. The device is an electrically-charged turtle DNA recognizer. What this means, is that it will "sense" any turtles nearby at any time (due to tiny samples of turtle DNA from every turtle and tortoise species having been inserted into it), so that if the rock's energies or substances are ever used against a member of the turtle species, an electrical charge will run through the rock, causing the rock's own energy to be trapped within the rock and unable to harm turtles. After inserting the device, the scientist seals up the slit, so that it now appears as if it was never there. When another turtle inquires about the purpose of the device, the scientist explains: "It is a safety precaution to ensure that the flygons won't be able to use the rock's energies against the Turtle Tribe, should they ever decide to do that. You see, our studies of the rock's pieces we removed revealed that it is rich with energy, that can possibly be used to create...or destroy. We obviously aren't going to give this powerful object to a mysterious stranger without first inserting a failsafe mechanism to make sure it won't be used against us. Now that we've done that, the flygon is free to have the rock and do whatever he wants with it."
Wallace II: I propose, a mutual free trade agreement, we have much to offer, and a military pact, the United Animal Pastures and Peoples Republic of Katia are looking pretty threatening right now.
Tyron: "Good idea. I am also planning on allying with the snow leopards, so we could possibly have a 3-tribe Alliance of snow leopards, turtles, and walruses."
OOC: Flugplatz really just Airfield in german, you didn't use aerodrome (which is what we call an airfield in Russian) I should use Jīchǎng for Meow then
IC: *The plane slowly descends and lands, a staircase comes out from the airplane, the door opens, and Il Dutch steps out*
OOC: Yes, I know, I did it deliberately.
IC:
He is welcomed by Kaiser Wilhelm Adler and his family, together with a hastily assembled band of officers.
IC Il Dutch: It is great, to see you Kaiser! *Shakes his hand*
-the disguised Flygon King grinned under his head-robings, put paused to think to himself-
‘Are small slivers of Rayquaza’s meteorite still enough to power such large super weapons like the Dragon Ascension Cannon?’
-The robed flygon king waited patiently for samples of the “crystal” to arrive-
(OOC: Do you even Mega Evolution, bruh? )
OOC: The samples are being kept by the turtles. They're giving him the bulk of the rock, while they keep the pieces to study.
IC: The forklift starts carrying the base through the hallways of the archives. As the group follows it, the Head Miner turns to the flygon. Head Miner: "Oh wait, I forgot. Let us clean it up for you." The forklift takes the base into another room, and the large door immediately closes behind it, leaving the Head Miner, the tortoise guard, and the flygon outside the room. The room has no windows, so the interior can't be seen from the outside. Head Miner: "Our cleaners shall remove all outside materials from the rock, such as dirt, mud, sand, or grease, so that it will be in clean, usable or decorative condition, depending on what you wish to do with it."
Inside the room, the cleaner turtles get to work thoroughly scrubbing the rock's cracks and crevices clean of any and all filth. There is one last step to complete the work.
{JAMMERS! -Turtles- ONLY!} With a tiny, precise laser, an unnoticeable slit is cut in the rock. As a turtle scientist looks through a microscope, he inserts a microscopic device into the slit in the rock. The tiny device is camouflaged, with the exact same color as the rock, so it would be impossible to find. The device is an electrically-charged turtle DNA recognizer. What this means, is that it will "sense" any turtles nearby at any time (due to tiny samples of turtle DNA from every turtle and tortoise species having been inserted into it), so that if the rock's energies or substances are ever used against a member of the turtle species, an electrical charge will run through the rock, causing the rock's own energy to be trapped within the rock and unable to harm turtles. After inserting the device, the scientist seals up the slit, so that it now appears as if it was never there. When another turtle inquires about the purpose of the device, the scientist explains: "It is a safety precaution to ensure that the flygons won't be able to use the rock's energies against the Turtle Tribe, should they ever decide to do that. You see, our studies of the rock's pieces we removed revealed that it is rich with energy, that can possibly be used to create...or destroy. We obviously aren't going to give this powerful object to a mysterious stranger without first inserting a failsafe mechanism to make sure it won't be used against us. Now that we've done that, the flygon is free to have the rock and do whatever he wants with it."
(OOC: Touche... touche... i will try... your opening a pandoras box of epic proportions... ) -Although the Flygon was handed him the piece of the meteorite, he felt something odd has happened to it. But it came to him as he was remembering another thing of equal importance-
The Robed One: “Sorry... i have to go, something else draws me forth... something similar to this, possibly even the same... i must take off for some... preparations...” -he said vaguely, before encasing himself in a cloud of sand, not stopping for any more questions and once the sand disappeared and dissipated, he seemingly and mysteriously teleported out of the turtle mining compounds, and it left a gritty mess behind, much to the dismay of the head miner, and head geologist, whom wanted a clean work environment-
-after that event, another sandstorm kicked up near turtle territory, but it was heading away from turtle lands and in the direction of the deserts of the fanon chima, and at an alarming rate.-
OOC: The samples are being kept by the turtles. They're giving him the bulk of the rock, while they keep the pieces to study.
IC: The forklift starts carrying the base through the hallways of the archives. As the group follows it, the Head Miner turns to the flygon. Head Miner: "Oh wait, I forgot. Let us clean it up for you." The forklift takes the base into another room, and the large door immediately closes behind it, leaving the Head Miner, the tortoise guard, and the flygon outside the room. The room has no windows, so the interior can't be seen from the outside. Head Miner: "Our cleaners shall remove all outside materials from the rock, such as dirt, mud, sand, or grease, so that it will be in clean, usable or decorative condition, depending on what you wish to do with it."
Inside the room, the cleaner turtles get to work thoroughly scrubbing the rock's cracks and crevices clean of any and all filth. There is one last step to complete the work.
{JAMMERS! -Turtles- ONLY!} With a tiny, precise laser, an unnoticeable slit is cut in the rock. As a turtle scientist looks through a microscope, he inserts a microscopic device into the slit in the rock. The tiny device is camouflaged, with the exact same color as the rock, so it would be impossible to find. The device is an electrically-charged turtle DNA recognizer. What this means, is that it will "sense" any turtles nearby at any time (due to tiny samples of turtle DNA from every turtle and tortoise species having been inserted into it), so that if the rock's energies or substances are ever used against a member of the turtle species, an electrical charge will run through the rock, causing the rock's own energy to be trapped within the rock and unable to harm turtles. After inserting the device, the scientist seals up the slit, so that it now appears as if it was never there. When another turtle inquires about the purpose of the device, the scientist explains: "It is a safety precaution to ensure that the flygons won't be able to use the rock's energies against the Turtle Tribe, should they ever decide to do that. You see, our studies of the rock's pieces we removed revealed that it is rich with energy, that can possibly be used to create...or destroy. We obviously aren't going to give this powerful object to a mysterious stranger without first inserting a failsafe mechanism to make sure it won't be used against us. Now that we've done that, the flygon is free to have the rock and do whatever he wants with it."
(OOC: Touche... touche... i will try... your opening a pandoras box of epic proportions... ) -Although the Flygon was handed him the piece of the meteorite, he felt something odd has happened to it. But it came to him as he was remembering another thing of equal importance-
The Robed One: “Sorry... i have to go, something else draws me forth... something similar to this, possibly even the same... i must take off for some... preparations...” -he said vaguely, before encasing himself in a cloud of sand, not stopping for any more questions and once the sand disappeared and dissipated, he seemingly and mysteriously teleported out of the turtle mining compounds, and it left a gritty mess behind, much to the dismay of the head miner, and head geologist, whom wanted a clean work environment-
-after that event, another sandstorm kicked up near turtle territory, but it was heading away from turtle lands and in the direction of the deserts of the fanon chima, and at an alarming rate.-
Head Miner: "Well, goodbye. I suppose we should clean this up." The big-fig tortoise, who enjoys cleaning, immediately gets to work.
OOC: OK! No, just no. Can you stay normal and have either the owl queen or the snake queen marry him...
(OOC: Lets just get it over with. Continue your RP actions for Otto, plz? Need to develop Owlina’s storyarc here! [] )
OOC: Why do you have to have an inter-species relationship anyway... I already said Otto readied an airship. Owlina has yet to go to the airship with her staff or anything.
(OOC: Lets just get it over with. Continue your RP actions for Otto, plz? Need to develop Owlina’s storyarc here! )
OOC: Why do you have to have an inter-species relationship anyway... I already said Otto readied an airship. Owlina has yet to go to the airship with her staff or anything.
(OOC: Okee, i just want a relationship since i had the idea of the desert tribes uniting under marriage to start wars! Its like the Habsburgs of olde! )
-Owlina grinned, and her finest advisors, along with Otto, aboard the airship “Ashanna”, and wait for Otto to depart the ship to the Flygon Citadel.-
(OOC: Touche... touche... i will try... your opening a pandoras box of epic proportions... ) -Although the Flygon was handed him the piece of the meteorite, he felt something odd has happened to it. But it came to him as he was remembering another thing of equal importance-
The Robed One: “Sorry... i have to go, something else draws me forth... something similar to this, possibly even the same... i must take off for some... preparations...” -he said vaguely, before encasing himself in a cloud of sand, not stopping for any more questions and once the sand disappeared and dissipated, he seemingly and mysteriously teleported out of the turtle mining compounds, and it left a gritty mess behind, much to the dismay of the head miner, and head geologist, whom wanted a clean work environment-
-after that event, another sandstorm kicked up near turtle territory, but it was heading away from turtle lands and in the direction of the deserts of the fanon chima, and at an alarming rate.-
Head Miner: "Well, goodbye. I suppose we should clean this up." The big-fig tortoise, who enjoys cleaning, immediately gets to work.
TUrtle geologist: “At least he was so kind if him to just abandon his shovel right here!” -he said, as he picked it up, and comically slapped the head miner square in the face with its blade unwittingly and marched off with it, whistling some random song from the 80’s.-
Head Miner: "Well, goodbye. I suppose we should clean this up." The big-fig tortoise, who enjoys cleaning, immediately gets to work.
TUrtle geologist: “At least he was so kind if him to just abandon his shovel right here!” -he said, as he picked it up, and comically slapped the head miner square in the face with its blade unwittingly and marched off with it, whistling some random song from the 80’s.-
The Head Miner pulled his head into his shell just in time, and the shovel goes where his head was seconds before. "That was close." Says the Head Miner, as the geologist walks away humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song.
TUrtle geologist: “At least he was so kind if him to just abandon his shovel right here!” -he said, as he picked it up, and comically slapped the head miner square in the face with its blade unwittingly and marched off with it, whistling some random song from the 80’s.-
The Head Miner pulled his head into his shell just in time, and the shovel goes where his head was seconds before. "That was close." Says the Head Miner, as the geologist walks away humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song.
(OOC: Darn! How dare you foil comedic slapstick?! And BTW, he’s humming FM Attack’s - “Sleepless Nights”. A really good synth-wave song. You should really listen to it. )
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