dear diary 002

[onetwosixshit]

Who: Oscar Mike and OPEN
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: N/A
When: 7/17/2016

So hey, everyone listening out there. This hippie planet is getting real boring real fast, and there are way too many of these little slug dudes all around.

So, like, who out there's up for some shooting shit? Except without the shooting part, since there ain't no guns around. So shooting shit with fists. Fisting? Aw who the hell cares. Who's up for some mahno eee mahno hardcore painfests winner take all except there's really nothing here so mainly just beating the crap outta eachother? A guy could get real out of practice here with nothing to fight.

Comments

action and I am so sorry for Mike

[onetwosixshit]

[Wait, if she closes the feed how is he supposed to find this dinosaur? There's a moment of grumbling under his breath as he makes his way to the forest, mostly disparaging remarks involving granola and tree-huggers, but wait- wait that's the person from the computer, he's in the right place.

Kinda cute, but he's got more important things to worry about. Namely, killing giant lizards.]

Oh uh, I'm a Mike.

[Wait no, backtrack.]

I mean Oscar Mike, hooah. And who're you, computer lady?

lol don't be

[thetruehistorian]

My name is Robin. This way, I've found an ambush. [She nods into the forest then... Disappears. Not like covered by foliage "disappears", she just straight up disintegrates, her whole body and even her clothes turning into flesh colored petals that blow away on some unfelt wind. But there's a slender, shapely arm coming out of a tree not far in, pointing even deeper into the forest.]

[onetwosixshit]

Uuuhhhhhh.

[Admittedly it isn't the strangest thing he's ever seen, nor will probably be the strangest he'll ever see, but witnessing someone disintegrate without the help of a kick-ass high-powered space laser is definitely up there. He stares for a moment or two, gawking at the arm that's so suddenly appeared, but it only takes him a minute or so to gather his wits about him and puff his chest out again like nothing had ever been wrong.]

So uh.

You Eldrid or something?

[It's a distracted attempt at conversation as he pushes his way through the underbrush, interspersed with quiet grumbling about 'vegetables' and 'granola.'.]

[thetruehistorian]

[Does the air seem heavy? Or maybe it's just his armor. Or maybe it's the shapely woman's torso now sticking out of his armor so that she can prop an elbow on his shoulder. The other arm, naturally, has to drape around the other side of his neck from behind. She rests her cheek in her palm.]

I'm unfamiliar with that term. Does that mean I'm disqualified?

[onetwosixshit]

[Wait, wait, what is this? What is going on right now, this is so many shades of weird and fucked up and he can't help but stumble at the sudden added weight and the sheer shock of the fact that he now has a person growing out of him.]

What the hell?!

[Sword vampires, flying luchadors, penguins in mech suits, all of what he knows form back home has nothing on this. This takes the cake on terms of 'possibly emotionally scarring'.]

[thetruehistorian]

[Not into full contact hugs from pretty ladies, huh?] [When he stumbles, several arms reach out from the ground and the surrounding trees to catch and right him quickly. They do their job, and disappear as before. Robin's expression is startled.] Is something the matter? What happened?

[onetwosixshit]

Woah woah woah, what the hell is this?

[At least he's not falling, that's a definite bonus, but that still doesn't explain all the arms everywhere.]

This you??

[thetruehistorian]

I don't see anyone else around.

[She settles into a coy smile, though, now that she knows why he's disturbed.]

Is it better if I use a full clone? It takes more energy than I'm used to using, but I could probably manage to get you to the ambush if you hurry. Which you ought to do, anyway, since I think they're beginning to suspect I might be food in spite of smelling like flora. They're rather clever, it seems.

[onetwosixshit]

Uhhhh. Kay. I've seen freakier. I think.

[Maybe. He can't really be sure. This does take at least one of the top three spots in 'freakiest things I am going to write about in my private diary later'.]

I mean, uh, nah. You can just uh, ride along I guess. Point me to 'em, freaky plant lady!

[thetruehistorian]

[With a giggle, Robin does just that, guiding him quickly and directly into the midst of a velociraptor ambush. Once her core comes into view, the clone disintegrates.

Robin's sitting on a thick tree branch, legs propped up along its length and crossed at the knee as she leans back against the trunk, casually.]

You'd best be careful! I've been teasing them for quite awhile, so they're-

[The underbrush explodes in a flurry of movement. Ready to strike is what she'd been about to say, but it seems they would rather demonstrate rather than hear talk about it. At first blush, there are four of them. Robin manages to trip one up during the initial charge, but it'll be up again in a moment or two. They've all decided that Oscar Mike smells a lot more like lunch than the weird moving plant. Hopefully, he's got good reflexes.]