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| +CEMP+ | Jan 18 2008, 09:54 PM |
SUPER SHELL BATTLE MODE 3!
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Jenosa blinked, bemused. Whoa...wait - did Omega just say - that we both saw some creature under a cloaking field? A pause, Nah, it's probably just a coincidence, and I'm just seeing really weird imprinted images. It's probably Mars and its distance from the Sun. Bah, she thought, musing over the situation, my whole day is being filled with coincidences. It's like my movements - and everyone else’s - are being dictated by some god. Oh what did it matter, why do I even waste my time in questioning all of this. "Not normally, Omega," she answered his innocent question, "most people would ignore a regular pack of citizens chatting in an alley way. Trouble is, we're not what you would call 'regular', and you and your friend Twilight" - shrugging in Twilight's direction - "stand out more than the rest of us here. A group of people in a location like this is enough to warrant at least an occasional glance, but with you two in the mix, we might have more eyes on us than we want." "I think your 'mother' will find some agreement in my explanation," she ended, saying 'mother' with an unsure tone. She was a little confused in why Omega called Samus her mother, when there didn't seem to be any kind of , visible physical traits that would that would show they were related. The rest of the people in the group didn't seem to mind that Omega called her that, or that she might be impersonating as Omega's mother, which she strongly doubted. There was probably a good reason for this; she'd just find it out on her own time. She didn't think it was a good idea to ask Samus herself, as though it might look like she was snooping about for some kind of information; they'd only just met, anyway, and they didn't really know each other. Asking it from Omega himself didn't seem like a good idea at the moment either. Again, she didn't know the guy very well, and from her standpoint, he seemed a tad juvenile. He might respond friendly, but it might not grant her a clear picture of the information. Inwardly, she smirked. The guy was much more innocent than he looked; it felt almost ironic compared to what she had seen back on that wrecked space pirate ship. Or what she had seen a long while ago. Jenosa decided to stay behind the rest of the group as she followed them, doing so out of bounty hunting habit. Even though she knew they probably wouldn't attack for whatever unknown reason, she still didn't know them completely; there was also the matter of Twilight. Simply put, being behind the group gave her a view of everyone and what they might do, where else being somewhere in-between was like having your enemies scattered everywhere and you only see one or two; simply put, you didn't know what everyone else was doing behind your back. She wasn't a stickler for taking up many of the hunting clichés, but some habits did carry over to her more 'normal' life. Well, as normal as her life could get now. For the moment, she had a good feeling her life wouldn't get any weirder as it was, aside from the odd, but short sensational awareness around her. However that feeling began to dissipate as, once again, she began seeing those strange, violet hues. At first, she was still convinced it was just some oddity about Mars, as this was really her first time being here, and remembered that different environments could have an affect one's senses. Slowly, though, this 'denial' or "self-deception" began to fade, being replaced by the almighty realization that her inedible fate could still, and had, changed her. There was a pattern in the purple hue's she saw, which where only Omega, Adam and Twilight, as well as any electrical equipment she came into closer view. Although Adam was a mystery to her, she considered him an 'exception'; but for everything else, the meaning was obvious; she was seeing energy. She had grown, in her opinion, a sort of subtle 'Scurge' vision. As soon as she realized this, panic rose inside her. It was barely noticeable on her face, but for a short moment, she was in panic. Crud crud crud, this can't be happening. I can't be seeing stuff like this. What next, my eyes are going to become beady red glow lights. She was afraid of what changes that might follow, although the 'doctor' had told her they would be rather subtle. What troubled her about these words was that they never specified how subtle they would be; or the words that he wouldn't be able to exactly predict what changes might occur. To her, the Scurge always seemed to have some 'wildcard' up their sleeve. Although there were some consistencies, any biological scurge victim would go over some serious radical changes; she had seen them, and once particular sight had been quite gruesome. The image of a man's skull, with beady red eyes, surrounded in a green, bubbly glob (Surprisingly enough, this green glob was mostly liquid scurge toxins, but the meniscus that held it's shape was actually made up of purely condensed energy). Thankfully, Jenosa wasn't a person to panic a lot. Calm yourself, she thought, momentarily taking in deeper breaths, Nobody has made a notion that your eyes glow, and nobody is giving you a weird look. It's not like you are about to morph...although it's not like you'll not change either. She had been in surprise situations, as well as some difficult ones, before, and she had never panicked in them at all. She perhaps cursed a bit from time to time and did what she had to do to stay alive and get her pay. This, on the other hand, was different. This wasn't her kind of 'surprise' that she occasionally handled; she just didn't seem to have anyway to handle the outcome other than to simply deal with it. The surprises her own symbiotic infection dished out just wasn't in her jurisdiction of 'understanding'. That was a professor's job. She gave a small, exasperated sigh. How weirder can my day get? and added, not caring about how much she didn't want to use the term before, How much of a freak am I going to become? |
"To look for a shipwreck is at best a crapshoot, and to launch and fund a search, it helps to be the headmaster of the village idiot school or else the kind of stubborn lunatic who tries walk through walls simply because they're in the way. I probably fall in the latter group." - Clive Cussler, The Sea Hunters II  | |
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