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maskormenace2018-07-06 11:08 am
revolutionrocks) wrote in maskormenace2018-07-06 11:08 am
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[Hello imPort network, there's a pile of rocks peering at you, albeit one with discernible facial features and limbs—one of which is being waved in a friendly fashion. When the rock-pile speaks, it's with a high lilting, almost delicate-sounding voice, polite and amiable, with an accent reminiscent of New Zealand, although given his physiology, it's probably unlikely he's actually from there. All-in-all, it sounds a bit incongruous coming from a rather formidable-looking stone man, needless to say.
He reels off the following as if it's a well-practiced speech-]
A lot of you are probably thinking, 'Is there a big pile of rocks talking to me right now?' If that's indeed what you're thinking, then you'd be correct. But just to elaborate on that, I'm also a Being. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Korg, lately of the planet Sakaar, originally from the planet Ria, used to hang out for a while on one of Saturn's moons. I'm a Kronan, but you needn't be alarmed, as I'm not here to conquer Earth and impose a military dictatorship, which some of us have attempted to do in the past. Possibly more than once. So. Sorry about that?
[There's a small pause while he gives the screen a heartfelt remorseful look.]
Right then. Moving on.
Stop me if you've heard this one– 'What did the alien say to the garden?' 'Take me to your weeder!'
Just a little invasion joke for you. [tee hee]
Oh and also, I'm looking for a friend of mine—his name is Miek and he's a three-foot-tall insect with knives for hands, who may or may not be laying piles of eggs.
[Hello imPort network, there's a pile of rocks peering at you, albeit one with discernible facial features and limbs—one of which is being waved in a friendly fashion. When the rock-pile speaks, it's with a high lilting, almost delicate-sounding voice, polite and amiable, with an accent reminiscent of New Zealand, although given his physiology, it's probably unlikely he's actually from there. All-in-all, it sounds a bit incongruous coming from a rather formidable-looking stone man, needless to say.
He reels off the following as if it's a well-practiced speech-]
A lot of you are probably thinking, 'Is there a big pile of rocks talking to me right now?' If that's indeed what you're thinking, then you'd be correct. But just to elaborate on that, I'm also a Being. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Korg, lately of the planet Sakaar, originally from the planet Ria, used to hang out for a while on one of Saturn's moons. I'm a Kronan, but you needn't be alarmed, as I'm not here to conquer Earth and impose a military dictatorship, which some of us have attempted to do in the past. Possibly more than once. So. Sorry about that?
[There's a small pause while he gives the screen a heartfelt remorseful look.]
Right then. Moving on.
Stop me if you've heard this one– 'What did the alien say to the garden?' 'Take me to your weeder!'
Just a little invasion joke for you. [tee hee]
Oh and also, I'm looking for a friend of mine—his name is Miek and he's a three-foot-tall insect with knives for hands, who may or may not be laying piles of eggs.
Action;
[He heaves himself up off the sofa, the effort being more or less the proverbial final straw that breaks its back.]
Oops. Sorry.
Action;
It's fine. It was here when I arrived, it's technically your couch too. Or was.
[He says, getting the door though only after a pause and stare at the door handle. Grabbing it, he turns it and slowly steps out into the hallway. Despite his paranoia, he doesn't look both ways down the hall, he seems to be more preoccupied with getting out of the way of the door and standing in place close to one of the walls.]
How much coal do you normally eat?
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[Being over eight feet tall, Korg has to crouch a bit, especially when going through doorways, although if he were to smack his head against one, he'd probably do more damage to the door frame than his head.]
Eh, I'd say about three or four pounds a day, on average. But that's if I'm well fed.
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[He replied, sloooowly looking up to the full height of his friend. It filled him with a mix of worry and yet, safety. Korg seemed kind enough so far, and being that big would mean trouble was less likely to come for either of them. And- from the looks of him and how the other has been treating him since their meeting, Shuichi doesn't feel too distressed. Which is good. It felt like his insides weren't moving. Which is good.]
Pounds? That's not too much, considering... Do pieces of you ever...? [He pauses, looking over at him. Would that be rude? But he's made of rocks...]
Nevermind.
[He retracts that question, not wanting to offend and realizes pieces of him certainly fall off, hair and the like. So it doesn't seem as weird a thing anymore if Korg's joints wheeze dust or leak sand.]
[With that, he begins moving them out of the hall, his pace a little slow but steady and he seems to have sort of... forgotten his way, so he opts for the more obvious, busiest route.]
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Finishing the unspoken part of the question:] –fall off? Yeah, there's a certain amount of erosion going on, but I'm made of what you'd call perishable rock, which means it can grow as well.
[So far, he's not leaking any sand, but he does stir up a bit of dust with his heavy measured footsteps.]
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[He said, glancing to him and sort of over him. He realized he was staring though and looked ahead once more, moving to weakly push open a door to the outside.]
Was your world before this full of those like you? Are humans to people like humans new? I can't imagine how strange we must look... and weak.
[A joke, sort of. But to a man of rocks?? Yeah, his race feels a little inferior.]
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[He moves to give an encouraging shoulder pat.]
Before this, I was on Sakaar and there were beings there from all over; lots of different species. A lot of wormholes emptied out there.
Yeah, a human body's a bit weird. They gave me one, but I dunno if I'll use it much. No offence, bro.
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They- gave you one? Is it one of the abilities you arrived with? [How come he didn't get a different form... he might've felt way more secure.]
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Right bro, I guess that'd be my ability? In that I can change back and forth. Nothing else though.