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Lary Boxman
A robot octopus.
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Mossdeep City
a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by ColeMaibara, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
So begins...
Lary Boxman's Story
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In one of the many alleyways of Caprica City, a Takko morph found himself waking up in an unfamiliar environment. Rubbing his cyber eyes with one of his tentacles, he grumbled to himself and flailed around another six of the tentacles so he can get back from his prone position. Once he no longer on his side he decided to look around him using the 360 vision his morph came with, wondering to himself. Where was he? This isn't the outer rim. Did his ship malfunction?
Opening up a chat window that appeared in his vision, he typed into the group chat with his allies.
**Chat Open**
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Hello?
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Is anyone on?
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: C'mon guys, stop fucking around!
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Guys!
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Please :(
**Chat Closed**
Rubbing the back of his head with one of his tentacles, he lifted himself up off the ground and began walking on two tentacles as if he were in a humanoid body. Once outside of the alley, he saw he was in a city that had some sort of advancement. That was good. Maybe he could get back to his home. Or maybe he'll gather some xenoartifacts here. Who knows? Walking himself up to one of the people walking on the street, he looked up at them, speaking through his morph's mechanical voice box.
"Hello good sir. I'm Lary, might I ask you where I am, what year is it, and how I might find transportation out of here? Is there someone I can go to so I can egocast back to Luna?"
Opening up a chat window that appeared in his vision, he typed into the group chat with his allies.
**Chat Open**
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Hello?
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Is anyone on?
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: C'mon guys, stop fucking around!
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Guys!
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Please :(
**Chat Closed**
Rubbing the back of his head with one of his tentacles, he lifted himself up off the ground and began walking on two tentacles as if he were in a humanoid body. Once outside of the alley, he saw he was in a city that had some sort of advancement. That was good. Maybe he could get back to his home. Or maybe he'll gather some xenoartifacts here. Who knows? Walking himself up to one of the people walking on the street, he looked up at them, speaking through his morph's mechanical voice box.
"Hello good sir. I'm Lary, might I ask you where I am, what year is it, and how I might find transportation out of here? Is there someone I can go to so I can egocast back to Luna?"
The older gentleman appeared in his mid to late thirties, ornate tattoos adorning his face and arms, was startled, downright frightened by the strange mechanical creature that emerged seemingly out of nowhere from one of little Tauron's many narrow and mazelike alleyways.
"Ti ston Ádi?" The man replied, backing away several paces from the strange construct before pointing and shouting. "Exogíino! Eínai énas allodapós ! Kápoios na kalései tin astynomía!" he screamed, turning to try and run from the mechanical creature, while garnering the attention of several passerbys, who turned and pointed, muttering among themselves in the same language the man seemed to shout.
Everything was in a strange language, greek like symbols adorned signage, along with another completely alien language.
The world was earth-like, and these people were definitely human, but something seemed off; especially as the crowds began to gather, all of them olive skinned, fairly racially homogenous, and adorned with elaborate tattoos.
The whispers continued, but someone called the police. Sirens began to echo in the distance.
"Ti ston Ádi?" The man replied, backing away several paces from the strange construct before pointing and shouting. "Exogíino! Eínai énas allodapós ! Kápoios na kalései tin astynomía!" he screamed, turning to try and run from the mechanical creature, while garnering the attention of several passerbys, who turned and pointed, muttering among themselves in the same language the man seemed to shout.
Everything was in a strange language, greek like symbols adorned signage, along with another completely alien language.
The world was earth-like, and these people were definitely human, but something seemed off; especially as the crowds began to gather, all of them olive skinned, fairly racially homogenous, and adorned with elaborate tattoos.
The whispers continued, but someone called the police. Sirens began to echo in the distance.
Lary blinked several times at this, if he was in one of his humanoid morphs he would have had a disgruntled look...but alas, here he was in a Takko with a man who was clearly frightened. He spoke also in a language he didn't understand...this was most unfortunate!
"Hrm..." The sound of sirens caught his attention and his Takko morph did its best slumping impression, not too happy with the situation at hand. "Oh my. That...doesn't sound good." How would he surrender so he could find someone who could help him? Was there anyone who understood English? Maybe German? Or at the very least Sign Language!
**Chat Open**
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Alright guys, if you're still there I'm gonna have to brb. Getting arrested by these xenos. If my life monitor goes offline, mind getting my back-up? We'll work it out from there.
_DanFromMarsAcademy_: lol scrub lord, already getting arrested? Where are you dude, really?
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Wtf, why didn't you reply earlier? I'm on this xeno planet. There's sirens. People are speaking in an unknown language. Shit's weird, yo.
_DanFromMarsAcademy_: If you live, tell us about it. Better yet, why not record that shit? I wanna see you getting gunned down.
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Dick.
**Chat Closed**
Though he was upset, Dan was right...he should probably start recording stuff for his allies to view. At the very least, they'll know he isn't a scrub. Putting his tentacles in an 'arms across your chest' position, he waited for the police to arrive so he could surrender. That is, if they didn't start shooting first. Then he'd need to find somewhere to escape to.
"Hrm..." The sound of sirens caught his attention and his Takko morph did its best slumping impression, not too happy with the situation at hand. "Oh my. That...doesn't sound good." How would he surrender so he could find someone who could help him? Was there anyone who understood English? Maybe German? Or at the very least Sign Language!
**Chat Open**
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Alright guys, if you're still there I'm gonna have to brb. Getting arrested by these xenos. If my life monitor goes offline, mind getting my back-up? We'll work it out from there.
_DanFromMarsAcademy_: lol scrub lord, already getting arrested? Where are you dude, really?
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Wtf, why didn't you reply earlier? I'm on this xeno planet. There's sirens. People are speaking in an unknown language. Shit's weird, yo.
_DanFromMarsAcademy_: If you live, tell us about it. Better yet, why not record that shit? I wanna see you getting gunned down.
xXxHell_On_TentaclesxXx: Dick.
**Chat Closed**
Though he was upset, Dan was right...he should probably start recording stuff for his allies to view. At the very least, they'll know he isn't a scrub. Putting his tentacles in an 'arms across your chest' position, he waited for the police to arrive so he could surrender. That is, if they didn't start shooting first. Then he'd need to find somewhere to escape to.
More and more people continued to gather around the freakish alien creature that was inside the alleyway, by now a respectable crowd had began to gather, some with their smartphones out recording the spectacle from their own point of view, the strange euro like sirens growing louder and louder until a single black and white police car screeched to a halt several feet away from the gathering of people.
"Movetur, non est hic!" The lone CPF officer called out as he emerged from his car. "Tres unum ad centralis, confirmatum est aliena, rogo continentiam Partes. Ashwood, et secundus. Tauron civitatem." He called into his radio, resting his hand on his weapon.
"Movetur!" He called out, while additional sirens could be heard in the distance, two more police cars, and a large black van could be seen careening down the crowded street, sirens blaring.
In the skies, the distant sound of engines could be heard, as an Airfrigate took off from a nearby helipad.
The officer finally shoved his way through the crowd of people and with his eyes on the Takko form, a visible look of disgust crossed his face.
"Per deos Kobol!" He called out, his hand immediately moving to the disruptor pistol at his hip, while he tried to shove onlookers back.
"Retro! ut retro!" He screamed, the onlookers seemingly understanding the language the man was speaking, even if it sounded nothing like what the onlookers spoke.
"Movetur, non est hic!" The lone CPF officer called out as he emerged from his car. "Tres unum ad centralis, confirmatum est aliena, rogo continentiam Partes. Ashwood, et secundus. Tauron civitatem." He called into his radio, resting his hand on his weapon.
"Movetur!" He called out, while additional sirens could be heard in the distance, two more police cars, and a large black van could be seen careening down the crowded street, sirens blaring.
In the skies, the distant sound of engines could be heard, as an Airfrigate took off from a nearby helipad.
The officer finally shoved his way through the crowd of people and with his eyes on the Takko form, a visible look of disgust crossed his face.
"Per deos Kobol!" He called out, his hand immediately moving to the disruptor pistol at his hip, while he tried to shove onlookers back.
"Retro! ut retro!" He screamed, the onlookers seemingly understanding the language the man was speaking, even if it sounded nothing like what the onlookers spoke.
The Takko blinked. What chaos for such a seemingly well adjusted city!...Then again, maybe this was standard for their defense force? After all, they could have very few threats come around...Lary knew of some habitats which were particularly uptight about outsiders. This could just be one of those cases on a...planetary scale.
Raising his tentacles over and around the back of his bulbous head in an effort to show he was surrendering, Lary sighed. "I mean you no harm! I surrender, and do not wish any conflict!...My fellow humanoids, I'm looking for a place to egocast me from this planet to another." He tried talking in a last ditch effort to see if reason was worth it here. Maybe one of them will know English? I mean, really...maybe one?
Raising his tentacles over and around the back of his bulbous head in an effort to show he was surrendering, Lary sighed. "I mean you no harm! I surrender, and do not wish any conflict!...My fellow humanoids, I'm looking for a place to egocast me from this planet to another." He tried talking in a last ditch effort to see if reason was worth it here. Maybe one of them will know English? I mean, really...maybe one?
More officers of the Central Protection Force; formerly known as the Confederation Protection Force began to corral people away from the strange alien creature, while the initial officer that arrived kept his distance, and his hand on his weapon. No one appeared to speak english except one particular individual, who moved through the bright red and white police cordon tape after displaying a badge to one of the officers.
The man adjusted his suit and tie before he slowly approached the strange creature. He was intrigued with the technology that went in to whatever this thing was, and so the lone IIA agent approached, while CPF SWAT officers, local Police, and several IIA Agents reinforced the wide perimeter that was being quickly established.
Snipers positioned on the rooftop, along with several blacked out SUVs kept pushing people back; even the media began to show up, news reporters going on in their native language in front of cameras as Duram took a step forward.
He cantered his head briefly, before he made a face. "Not every day a Xeno like yourself makes it through the Planck fields." He commented in plain lightly accented English.
"You've caused quite a stir in what should otherwise be a quiet neighborhood." He added, as a large black van pulled up, CPF Special Ops Team operatives moving to open the two large back doors.
"Let's go somewhere a little more quiet so we can chat, hm?"
The man adjusted his suit and tie before he slowly approached the strange creature. He was intrigued with the technology that went in to whatever this thing was, and so the lone IIA agent approached, while CPF SWAT officers, local Police, and several IIA Agents reinforced the wide perimeter that was being quickly established.
Snipers positioned on the rooftop, along with several blacked out SUVs kept pushing people back; even the media began to show up, news reporters going on in their native language in front of cameras as Duram took a step forward.
He cantered his head briefly, before he made a face. "Not every day a Xeno like yourself makes it through the Planck fields." He commented in plain lightly accented English.
"You've caused quite a stir in what should otherwise be a quiet neighborhood." He added, as a large black van pulled up, CPF Special Ops Team operatives moving to open the two large back doors.
"Let's go somewhere a little more quiet so we can chat, hm?"
The cybernetic eyes blinked, was...was he really hearing English finally? Lary felt a rush of excitement course through him, the synthmorph shivered in place. The man wasn't threatening...at least not to Lary, he looked just like any old hypercorp CEO who 'wants to have a little chat'. With that in mind however, he decided picking his words wisely would be necessary.
"I understand and I do apologize. A chat would be nice, yes." He nodded the synthmorph's head and raised himself on the two tentacles so he may be able to walk. This is most likely the first time this man has encountered a morph considering how he referred to Lary as a 'xeno'...Lary was, in fact, inclined to believe the same about these folks too though. None of them had cordical stacks implanted and nobody was as perfect as morphs tended to look...after all, people bioscuplt morphs to look the way they want, an ideal body...
Assuming this new man began to walk, Lary would follow...something didn't feel right. Was he being taken 'somewhere a little more quiet' so they could execute him? Nothing was impossible here. He decided to remain on his toes for now...or rather, the tips of his tentacles. Octo-puns.
"I understand and I do apologize. A chat would be nice, yes." He nodded the synthmorph's head and raised himself on the two tentacles so he may be able to walk. This is most likely the first time this man has encountered a morph considering how he referred to Lary as a 'xeno'...Lary was, in fact, inclined to believe the same about these folks too though. None of them had cordical stacks implanted and nobody was as perfect as morphs tended to look...after all, people bioscuplt morphs to look the way they want, an ideal body...
Assuming this new man began to walk, Lary would follow...something didn't feel right. Was he being taken 'somewhere a little more quiet' so they could execute him? Nothing was impossible here. He decided to remain on his toes for now...or rather, the tips of his tentacles. Octo-puns.
Duram walked several paces before stopping next to a large poster besides them. He considered it for a moment before he seemed to offer a slight grin, and then he moved towards the back doors, gesturing for the strange construct to climb inside.
"Sometimes it's good for people to have a little break in the monotony of their lives." Duram said as he climbed in after Lary, closing the van doors behind him. Inside the van, seated on both benches were a pair of IIA operatives, their faces obscured by black balaclavas, and their arms cradling disruptor rifles. They regarded the strange creature with a look of slight disgust.
"So, tell me a little about yourself, are you an Artificial Intelligence construct? Or are you organic?" Duram asked.
Lary's eyes shifted to the poster that Duram stopped at...it didn't garner any emotions from him, since to him it was just their culture which was foreign to his own in Luna. 'Lunarians are strange, Lary. Remember this.' Rung through his head...and it was true.
After his little moment of reminiscing, he followed the man into the van and once asked the question he inwardly let out a sigh of relief. The two regarding him with disgust didn't bother him...after all, he wasn't being shot. And that was always a plus in his book.
"Artificial intelligence? Organic? Er...hm. That's a good question. How would I explain it? Well, imagine it like taking a human's brain but not the physical part, so all of the memories and feelings attached to ones brain...then plant it in any body you want. That's what I am. Where I'm from, we have 'morphs'. These morphs are temporary bodies for us to sleeve into. Of course...as you can tell, I chose a rather abnormal model. This is my hacking model. I have two others: a combat morph which is a fury...er...furies are combat built human bodies, usually female but I had mine tailored to be male. My other one is an avian morph...in case I want to fly around, you know? That one I bought in case ol' Takko here dies."
Lary took a deep breath once he was done talking and just nodded. "Sorry to ramble so much! Lots to say, especially in this foreign place here..."
After his little moment of reminiscing, he followed the man into the van and once asked the question he inwardly let out a sigh of relief. The two regarding him with disgust didn't bother him...after all, he wasn't being shot. And that was always a plus in his book.
"Artificial intelligence? Organic? Er...hm. That's a good question. How would I explain it? Well, imagine it like taking a human's brain but not the physical part, so all of the memories and feelings attached to ones brain...then plant it in any body you want. That's what I am. Where I'm from, we have 'morphs'. These morphs are temporary bodies for us to sleeve into. Of course...as you can tell, I chose a rather abnormal model. This is my hacking model. I have two others: a combat morph which is a fury...er...furies are combat built human bodies, usually female but I had mine tailored to be male. My other one is an avian morph...in case I want to fly around, you know? That one I bought in case ol' Takko here dies."
Lary took a deep breath once he was done talking and just nodded. "Sorry to ramble so much! Lots to say, especially in this foreign place here..."
It was clear by the expression on Duram's face that he understood the technical concepts behind uploading your consciousness and memories into artificial forms. It was technology that was not very popular within the Aschen Empire, but was something that was certainly possible.
"You took your mind and uploaded it into an artificial body." Duram replied. "I can't say the technology is very popular here, but it is possible." The IIA Agent explained. "I'll put things fairly simply though, so you can perhaps understand the specific nature of your situation. You are in the Aschen Empire. I'm not sure how much gravity those particular words have. Considering a construct such as yourself isn't exactly something we've come into contact with; until now." Duram said, gesturing to the city outside.
"Tell me, where are you from and why did you come here?"
"You took your mind and uploaded it into an artificial body." Duram replied. "I can't say the technology is very popular here, but it is possible." The IIA Agent explained. "I'll put things fairly simply though, so you can perhaps understand the specific nature of your situation. You are in the Aschen Empire. I'm not sure how much gravity those particular words have. Considering a construct such as yourself isn't exactly something we've come into contact with; until now." Duram said, gesturing to the city outside.
"Tell me, where are you from and why did you come here?"
"Aschen?" He asked questioningly and rubbing one of his tentacles where his beak was, nodding slowly. "I understand. I don't know the name or any stigma associated with it, but...I'll remember it for later." Continuing the rubbing of his tendril, he shifted in his seat once the question of where he came from was brought up.
"Ah...you may not have heard of it if I haven't heard of this place. It's called Luna! At least, that's the specific planet I'm from. Tell me, am I still in the Milky Way? If so, that's definitely a good start!" He nodded slowly. "Luna is right near the Sol sector...I believe. If I have my astronomy right. I was never good at it."
"Ah...you may not have heard of it if I haven't heard of this place. It's called Luna! At least, that's the specific planet I'm from. Tell me, am I still in the Milky Way? If so, that's definitely a good start!" He nodded slowly. "Luna is right near the Sol sector...I believe. If I have my astronomy right. I was never good at it."
"Luna.." Duram replied, considering the location. He didn't recall any settlement on Terra's moon, perhaps whatever this thing was in front of him was from an alternate reality. That was something for the scientists to consider when they reached the IIA Headquarters.
"You're on a planet called Langara, ten thousand light units from the place you call the Sol System." Duram replied. "We are in Via Lactea, or as you call the Milky Way.
Duram considered the creature for a moment. It didn't seem to be any real threat.
"You'll be taken to the Ministry of Public Affairs and Social Harmony, questioned, and then sent on the next transport back to Terra."
"You're on a planet called Langara, ten thousand light units from the place you call the Sol System." Duram replied. "We are in Via Lactea, or as you call the Milky Way.
Duram considered the creature for a moment. It didn't seem to be any real threat.
"You'll be taken to the Ministry of Public Affairs and Social Harmony, questioned, and then sent on the next transport back to Terra."
Nodding his head slowly, Lary shifted himself in his seat. Terra? Sounds about right, he'll take the next flight to Luna after this!
"I do apologize for the problems I may have caused." He reached around, seeing if he had anything in his Takko's gear...aha, here. "I hope this credstick should cover it. It contains about...2,500 credits on it? That should be enough."
Nodding slowly, he looked away to await when they arrived.
"I do apologize for the problems I may have caused." He reached around, seeing if he had anything in his Takko's gear...aha, here. "I hope this credstick should cover it. It contains about...2,500 credits on it? That should be enough."
Nodding slowly, he looked away to await when they arrived.
The setting changes from Caprica City to Gambit's Bar
The flailing of tentacles was the first thing that could be seen as the doors open, Lary Boxman had finally arrived! This was the famed Terra, and this...this was its most visited destination! He was not of this realm, and was very curious about all of those who aren't transhuman. They didn't even have anything remotely resembling a cordical stack!
"I have entered the beast's domain." He said to himself, rubbing his octo-chin. "Now...I must order alcoholic beverages!"
"I have entered the beast's domain." He said to himself, rubbing his octo-chin. "Now...I must order alcoholic beverages!"
Mystik stayed hidden beneath the hood of her cloak, as per the norm, as she stepped over the threshold of Gambit's, a place she had only ever heard of, but never been to visit. The security of her home town, Haven Hollow, had been threatened, so too her work. The decision to journey had been a hard one, but necessary, if she was to find the antidote she sought.
To her front, stood an awkward looking creature. It looked as if it belonged in one of her jars, not standing...
"Pardon me," She muttered, and quickly stepped to the bar.
To her front, stood an awkward looking creature. It looked as if it belonged in one of her jars, not standing...
"Pardon me," She muttered, and quickly stepped to the bar.
Lary Boxman spins his tentacles in circles. "Nah, homosexuals. 'cause only fuckin' gaylords would come to this end of the city without protection."
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