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@librathejudge
OOC: Character Drop
I'm terribly sorry this has taken as long as it has. I have been trying desperately to find my muse again with Libra but it seems to have cut its loses and ran. As it is I am barely keeping active on Shade, it is not fair of me to sit on one of the Alien accounts when I have no idea what to do with it.
So it is with regret that I must inform you that I am dropping Libra.
A little Snack
"GOd," Tornado yelps, and it was probably supposed to be angry but all it sounded like was indignance. “Can you NOT?? And this isn’t my freakin’ nATIVE drESS, i was in costume for work, okay, geez.." Man, it was way easier to be mean to these guys on the internet than it was in person. Tornado looks torn between pushing the poor guy into the pool or helping him to his feet. He opts for whatever what might have been in the middle of the two.
"Well, uh, bye, I guess." he mumbles, and makes to leave, because seriously, he didn’t want to deal with any more aliens than he had to tonight. One was his quota. Anything above that was downright overload. Something crosses his mind before he’s about to leave and he turns back, his finger pointing at Libra accusingly. “And don’t EAT anymore walking vegetables! Vegetables don’t waLK, okay!!!!"
Libra watched as the rather glitched robot finally stormed off. What sort of job would require someone to wear such a ridiculous costume? And the yelled warning not to eat any more walking vegetables. Well the poor snake just looks confused as one arm gave a little farewell wave.
A little Snack
Fat lot of help Percy was, running away like that. Some friend! See if he ever stuck with him in a fight again. Next time the guy tried to hide behind him he’d give him a good kick in the nose.
Tornado’s visibly shaken as he edges back down to the floor, his face pixellated a sickly kind of white. An alien. An alien was on his back, trying to eat him, or something. Or at least he hoped it was an alien. If there were things like that on Earth he was definitely moving…somewhere else. Maybe.
"wHY—!!" he yells, and then takes a moment to get his voice box under control. It doesn’t really work. "—What are you dOING?!"
Oh god, it was scaly. It had scales and stuff. Was it poisonous? Did it bite him? Holy cripes, Tornado, you’re a fucking robot, why would you care?! Wait, what if it was acid? Shit!!!
"I am sorry! I thought you were a fanciful food display!" It was easy to do, what with all the carved fruit on the tables. Libra's arms were tucked in tight along the sides of his ribcage. With a deep breath his scales rippled smooth. "Please forgive me, I did not realize that was your native dress."
A little Snack
"Um, Percy and/or Crazy-Other-Head-Who-Pretends-To-Be-Shy, that is gross, we’re just friends, and/or enemies with no benefits." Tornado grinds out, resisting the urge to buck like a wild broncoli and instead turning to properly jettison the offending search bot into one of the pools. He has his foot half-raised when he realizes that the heat signature on his back is completely different and completely unattached to whoever else had been behind him.
It takes him about four seconds to piece it together, before he lets out quite the girlish scream and launches himself about twenty feet into the air to dislodge whatever is on his back to off his back.
Goddamnit, of all the vegetables for Tornado to be inexplicably dressed as, why did it have to be the one that resembled a bush. Why couldn’t it have been a carrot or a potato or something? Now his buggy programming was just gonna keep making him think the windbot was-
…why was there suddenly something crawling up his back and sticking its hands in his hair
why did said thing feel long and scaly and-
“OHFUCKDAMNIT-" With a single startled exclamation closely following Tornado’s, Percy promptly leapt to his feet and scrambled off, yelling all the way.
What Libra was not expecting was both the edible display and the footstool to suddenly burst into motion, and screaming. Libra was dumped to the floor in confusion, his scaled bristling out as Nado finally landed next to him. "What? What? What is going on?" The poor Snake confusedly asked.
A little Snack
My now that was an utterly fascinating way of serving such a bitter food. Not that Libra didn't mind bitter foods, he found he'd rather enjoyed a similar smaller plant at Virgo's home. Oh and there was even someone kneeling at its base to help other up to the easily plucked bits how thoughtful!
Slithering over, the rather sturdily built snake alien slithered right up Percy's back. Two hands rested in the mullet while the other two reached up, and started to pick pieces from the crown of Tornado's costume.
SnakeTail
"Well I do not know him well enough one way or the other to make judgments." He gave a snaky smile, tongue flicking out again and hitting the tip of Copy’s nose. “You are very friendly, and quite heavy, so as of yet, I like you."
The muscles in his tail rippled under Copy, curling in to a half circle that was easier for the bot to sit on while the snake alien faced him.
Copy laughs and rubs his nose again when its tickled, sitting up on the crescented tail. It’d be more polite to get off of the alien, but Copy liked this position of power. “You’re cool too, I haven’t met any of the aliens yet! You can’t all be arm snakes though, can you? I’ve been hearing about bugs and fish too! So what do you aliens do here on Earth? I fight bad guys on it!"
"No, we are all luckily of different species." He was still giving his snakey smile. It was so nice to have someone friendly to talk to, and who had taken the offered seating, if Copy were another Libran they would likely have their tail looped over one another's comfortably.
"I am a Lhee’hrha," The word came out in a dry hiss of noise. "Bug and Fish? Ah you must be refering to Scoprio and Cecrops, there are others here as well, I came as the guest of Virgo."
SnakeTail
"No, you are not the Rockman I faced, you taste different." His eyes narrowed as he tried to muddle through if it was just a common name, or this little robot was lying on purpose. His hands had no fingers to them, instead each had three elegant fingers for grasping or typing. “Ah, there is your problem, I am not a robot, I am not of your world at all."
Copy crosses one of his legs over Libra’s tail, continuing to pin him in place by sitting on it with his heavy little metal butt. “Not from this world? Ohmygosh! You’re one of the aliens! Haha, that’s even better, I caught me an alien! Awh, Snake man would just fall in love with you!"
He smiles and leans back, rubbing his nose with a thumb. “You met the other Rock? ugh, don’t tell me you like him better than me too… We’re not even the same guy at all! You can’t compare us like that! I’m Rock, so don’t tell me I’m not!
"Well I do not know him well enough one way or the other to make judgments." He gave a snaky smile, tongue flicking out again and hitting the tip of Copy's nose. "You are very friendly, and quite heavy, so as of yet, I like you."
The muscles in his tail rippled under Copy, curling in to a half circle that was easier for the bot to sit on while the snake alien faced him.
Libra gave a ticklish shake of his tail as Copy started poking and prodding at his scaled and scarred body. “Aha! Please cease, I believe you have my mistaken for someone else." He tilted his head to the side as his arms reached out, attempting to stop the poking and prodding. “I am called Libra, and what is your name?"
"Pff, right Snake, like anybody else would make a realistic talking arms-snake! I’m Rockman, who do you THINK I am!?" Copy watches as Libra’s little arms tried to hold Copy’s still. "… Ooh my gosh those little bitty HANDS! Haha, it’s so CUTE!! Come on Snake, hook me up with one of these armsnakes, I’m dying for a robot pet companion!"
"No, you are not the Rockman I faced, you taste different." His eyes narrowed as he tried to muddle through if it was just a common name, or this little robot was lying on purpose. His hands had no fingers to them, instead each had three elegant fingers for grasping or typing. "Ah, there is your problem, I am not a robot, I am not of your world at all."
Something, heavy suddenly latched itself on to his tail, an attack?! His head whipped around as he heard the small robot say something in a heavy accent. His large eye gave one, then two slow blinks as he studied Copy. Long black tongue flicked out, tasting the air before the snake finally spoke.
"May I help you?"
The accent continues “A TOLKIN’ snek with ahms!?" then Copy sits up, pinning Libra by his tail with his legs. “Wait, Snake, did you always have audio relays in your snakes? Where you controlling this thing from anyway? You better not be sitting around at home when Dr. Wily’s throwing us this cool party!— hm?"
Copy’s hands poke and grope up and down Libra’s tail, and he tilts his head puzzledly. "… Wow, the skin on this is lifelike! Snake you’re not actually skinning REAL snakes to make things like this now, are you? This better be a molt, mister!!"
Libra gave a ticklish shake of his tail as Copy started poking and prodding at his scaled and scarred body. "Aha! Please cease, I believe you have my mistaken for someone else." He tilted his head to the side as his arms reached out, attempting to stop the poking and prodding. "I am called Libra, and what is your name?"
"Holy cannoli!" Copy shouts, spotting the extraterrestrial snake meandering through the crowds of robots. “Snake Man’s outdone himself this time! That thing’s got little arms!" He forms a mischievous little grin. “Maybe if I catch it, it’ll lead me back to Snake so I can scan him and rock his ability to make more of those!"
The thoughtless little nega-hero pushes his way through the robots between him and Libra, chasing him down and making a dive for him, landing on his long tail and squeezing it with his arms as if he had just copied CrocodieHunter Man, even emulating an Aussie accent. “Crikey! She’s a beaut!!"
Something, heavy suddenly latched itself on to his tail, an attack?! His head whipped around as he heard the small robot say something in a heavy accent. His large eye gave one, then two slow blinks as he studied Copy. Long black tongue flicked out, tasting the air before the snake finally spoke.
"May I help you?"
Boats are not something that Libra was used to, his homeworld didn't have oceans, and traversing the rivers was easy enough to do by swimming right in them. But here he was, in a modified sleeveless button down shirt that Virgo insisted looked very darling on him. (In fact it looked rather silly, cause really, have you ever seen a snake in a shirt?) But he was content, Mr. Compass had used to co-ordinaces given to him to allow them to arrive here. And currently Libra was exploring the large vessel, following were his tongue led him.
Something fashionable, of course~ I would assume all you would require is garb for your torso. If you have nothing of the sort, I shall take the liberty of bringing you with me to purchase one; and I shall not take “no" for an answer~!
I am afraid then Virgo, you must take me to someone who makes such garb. My own people did not have many needs for protective clothing’s. When would you like to go?.
Very well, then; we shall go post-haste. The party is merely a few short suns away, after all!
I shall be with you shortly.
constellationdroid-virgo said: Goodness, no. I speak of the Earthling wardrobe that fits the theme of the party, dear~
I…am not certain what you mean dearest Virgo, what sort of garb would you recommend?
Something fashionable, of course~ I would assume all you would require is garb for your torso. If you have nothing of the sort, I shall take the liberty of bringing you with me to purchase one; and I shall not take “no" for an answer~!
I am afraid then Virgo, you must take me to someone who makes such garb. My own people did not have many needs for protective clothing's. When would you like to go?.
constellationdroid-virgo said: Goodness, no. I speak of the Earthling wardrobe that fits the theme of the party, dear~
I...am not certain what you mean dearest Virgo, what sort of garb would you recommend?
Libra dear~ Have you found yourself a suitable attire for the gathering?
Attire? You mean such as a priests robes? Unfortunately I do not have any longer.
TMI TUESDAY
Libra and Shade are now taking harassment and questions.)
It helps that Libra found her to be both eye catching and attractive, he also trusted her of all being not to mock him should his performance be, less then optimal. A quick waterpic of his scales on the way there and he soon found himself slithering to the door of Virgo’s domicile. One of his uninjured hands reached out to press the little button that activated the bell. His lower wrists were still tender from having been broken by Jupiter.
Ho! Virgo had spent many a year ‘training’ some of her servants back when she lived on her home planet, Isis. Things like this were no trouble; but in this case, there was a bit more to it. This was Libra, after all, and he’s more than a simple servant. He was a good friend.
When the door opened before Libra, he would find a well-groomed Virgo on the other side. “Libra, darling! Do come in, dear." She greeted, moving aside to let him in.
He didn't quite move aside instead giving a polite but gentle bump of his chest into hers. "Thank you for having me Virgo, I can only hope that I have not forgotten how to do this to badly." The ex-Judge gave a low chuckle as he slithered past her, the tip of his tail pulling the door shut behind them. "What room would you like to do this in?"
He was a bit nervous, though he did well in not showing it, both sets of arms curled over and under his thick chest. Only the rapid flicking motions of his tongue gave him away. He couldn't hardly stop it, he was just glad he wasn't all puffed up with nerves!
