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The door slides open and Lexx is mysteriously standing there, his blue cloak soaked in geletin, .. with bits of guava in it. He'd somehow managed to sneak out and nobody noticed him gone,.. well, they did, but they didn't realize it was nothing but a cheap replica of himself in the wrestling ring. Now... he's found himself in front of a door and opening it,... facing a single figure in the light of a single lightbulb.
He blinks, catching the words and hesitantly steps through the door, "... Who wants to speak with me?" The alien glances around nervously, expecting a flood of jello to follow him. That's been his usual experience as of late. Fruit flying at him from all angles. "As long as you're not throwing things at me or invading my personal space... what do you want?"
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Fault blinks to see Lexx covered in jelly. She mutters under her breath *do not glomp, do not glomp*
Fault smiles, and removes her sunglasses, her blue eyes are unnaturally pale in the light.
"Please, come in, there are a few things I'd like to talk to you with about Chel."
"She has hair like fire, Lexx."
Fault opens her hands palm upwards in a gesture of freedom. "Set that hair loose on a storm's gale, and I'll bet it dances like a flame on the wind before the rain douses it."
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Lexx stands there, wondering how he ended up getting locked in a room with a crazy person. He stares at Fault oddly, "... why would I want to hold fire in my hands, it burns no matter what!"
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Fault stands considering for some time, curious whether Lexx had misunderstood, or simply had stated his opinion of social relationships. Fault peers at Lexx intently, trying to figure out whether he was being purposely ambiguous, in order to make her go away.
"OK, let me say it another way." "Chel is a girl of rare quality. You can see the deeds of her heart in every action she makes." "Can you see this? Do you know how good she can be for you? Even if you will not act in a way that ties you to her. At least not while you have such pressing matters to attend to."
Fault pauses to see Lexx's reaction to her words.
(OOC) Yes Fault is crazy, just only in particular ways.
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Lexx, btw, comes from a civilization where red does not stand for hot. He stares longer at Fault, wondering if he should try to go back through the door.
"Good for me? Uhm,... nobody is good for me, especially not when their presence distracts me and keeps me from putting a hundred percent into my goals... and there is no way she could be tied to me." He waves his arms in the air frantically, "Look at me! I have blue skin and I've got things crawling around inside of me,.. could you imagine what would happen if they got on her?"
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Fault wears a fleeting confused expression. "No, I have no idea. What would happen?"
Fault smiles, realizing that Lexx has just admitted to caring about Chel more than he ever has before.
"Why are you so worried that your nanites would get on her? ...And you already know that human women find your skin exotic." Fault pulls a quirky half-grin.
Fault removes a red packet from her pocket taps the base to get one out and pulls a brown and tan cylinder from the box with her teeth. Fault smiles warmly. "You must think about her a lot."
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OOC: Oh... no. You can't mean the screaming hoarde of fangirls and the powergaming group of pathological gelatin throwers... In here, with Fault and Lexx?
Hmm, I may make a small edit (cue Doctor Evil pose) very small.
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OOC: Actually, it will probably (hopefully) consist of myself, Shadowling, David, and whomever shows enough sanity to do this without scaring Lexx for life. I think we can do it… it only has to be a few quick pecks on the cheek
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OOC: you think Lexx (or Chel for that matter) would prefer full on the lips?
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OOC: Are these the kisses for losing the wrestling match that you're talking about? Hmm, there aren't any rules for temporality of these kisses are there? Stealing away with Lexx for a little while wouldn't be a problem, would it? *mischevious grin* Somehow I think Lexx would prefer practically ANYTHING to being kissed in public.
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OOC: I volunteer. Where are the rest of them? ... can I kiss him too? Please? *big puppy..er, kitty eyes*
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Lexx folds his arms and hrmpths, "She wouldn't like it because if enough of them get over she gets infested like me and these things,... while they keep you in good form, do not come with anesthetics so you can feel everything that they do."
He flicks his hands, mostly thinking because he doesn't want to touch her in the first place,... well, maybe he does, but it's a good excuse, "I don't see why,... I'm quite scarred up, although,.." He muses, since he does think he's fairly attractive himself,.. as long as he keeps covered.
"Pokky?" He reaches out to take a little stick, thankful for anyway out of the conversation concerning Chel and unaware of the gathering psychos.
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Fault smiles again, thoroughly enjoying talking to Lexx, whom she has apparently distracted into trying human food again. "Pokky are great to snack on, very sweet and crunchy." Fault crunches through a few herself, then steps out of the light and leans her back against a wall. She muses on how uncomfortable the nanites may or may not be.
"On a phsyique like yours, everything looks good, including scars, especially if they have a story of piquant heroism attached to them." Fault grins mischeviously. "You know, I didn't even mention you uncovering yourself in front of Chel." Faults eyes twinkle in the dim light as she crunches on another pokky.
"Anyway, I didn't think nanites could infest other people, I mean, Damian hasn't managed to get them off you, has he? And I'm SURE he's had plenty of a chance to." Fault -almost- manages to keep her face straight, except for the very corner of her mouth.
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OOC: this is a post to give people a better reference to what Fault looks like.
This is what she look like, in colour she looks much the same:
She has grey hair, pale blue eyes, and those little smudges on her pants are actually resistors, a CPU fan (operational) a heat sink and a magnet ring on a piece of red wire. And her skin is rather pale because the sun hates her, and keeps trying to burn her into Fried Fault(tm). Oh, and those boots are VERY sensible, one inch thick soles with deep tread, resisant to heat, cold and chemicals, steel toes and lined with kevlar... with big straps and laces. Including the boots she's 5'8".
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Lexx of course, isn't even thinking about asking what is in it as he eats the Pokky. He does think it's pretty good, pondering this strange person...
His face flushes a slight shade of violet as Fault goes on, "I don't go around kissing Damian." Lexx snorts, wiping crumbs from his mouth with the back of his hand, "... not that I'd be kissing Chel either, but fluid transferance and physical contact can pass nanites. The more prolonged the contact, the more they can pass on and they can replicate themselves quite easily. A few won't do much, but a large number,.. if they're of a certain kind, could possibly infest any creature without the proper immunizations.
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Shadowling snorts quietly from her spot in the shadows and whispers, "Gathering psychos, my tail! We're just... eh.. special. Yeah." She ponders for a second, and decides she wants pokky too. However, she can't quite figure out how to actually get some without letting Lexx see her...
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OOC: I know this should have been said earlier, but this little bare room, isn't the ordinary type of little bare room, It's partly a creation of Fault's imagination, but only partly. *quirky half-grin*
Fault senses something sitting on the floor in the corner, and she gives it a quick glance. It looks a little like a cat with wings. Shadowling. Fault thinks: 'Quite impressive in person actually'.
Fault makes Shadowling a present of some imaginary pokky, to let them know she's aware of them.
Fault offers Lexx some more Pokky.
"So you can get immunized against nanites? How hard would it be to get Chel immunized? I mean, I'm sure you wouldn't want to put Chel in any danger, since she'll be spending quite a bit of time with you, and she's already been in contact with your blood." Fault grins. "Why is it that you mentioned kissing Chel."
Fault wonders how long nanites can survive outside the body.
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Shadowling giggles a tiny bit and grins at Fault, from her place behind Lexx in the bare room. She was about to have a wildebeest sneak in and pickpocket the Pokky (say that three times fast: pickpocketthepokky...), but had already decided that would be rather conspicious, all things considered.
The Shadowling sits there... and waits... and glances upwards at the ventilation grating. "Where's a posse when you need 'em?" she thinks.
(OOC: Shadowling tends to bring shadows with her wherever she is. It's quite possible for her to be nearly invisible in even a pure white, completely empty, round room, if someone isn't deliberately looking for her or she doesn't want to be seen by them... It's one of the benefits of being a dwalme/shadowling/whatever-it-is-other-people-are-calling-us. Whee! Fun, eh?)
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OOC: The only way this room differs from what it currently looks like is the fact that it's a linen closet, and some of the apparent space is filled by shelves full of towels and stuff. and a mop and bucket in the corner, next to Shadowling I'll try not to see Shadowling in the future.
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