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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/28/2016 1:48:33 AM
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*A giant flower explodes out of the greenhouse releasing yellow spores across the dojo*
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*coughs out own spores, neutralizing those in the air*
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*spores continue to bellow out of the garden in thick clouds*
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*coughs out more spores, then lights match, causing my spores and yours to set fire*
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*watches from the garden in a lawn chair* "The source plant is already gone but there are spores in other places ... so breath your putrid breath somewhere else"
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I'm just doing this to neutralize your spores.
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... Welp I need them for a while around the garden so shoo"
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Why anyway? I'd assume this is a toxin, and we don't want those.
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... It reminds me of home
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Really... Where is "home" exactly? I've been kind of interested in where you come from... And how you got here.
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Imagine a small planet covered entirely with jungle ... With little water plants prey on eachother and whatever animals come near them ... that's my home ... And I got bored so I had a huge bean stalk launch me into atmosphere in a pod full of my planets seeds ... Then I drifted here when ninja first started up the dojo
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Not the weirdest Origen story, but, it's up there. Me? I was a God, but my life was awful, and I was barely able to survive, and then I let a few friends leave the underworld alive, and my dad was PISSED! So he made me a mortal on the life of my Mom, bless her soul. 30 years later, I joined here.
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I've been free all of my life ... I've never had a superior
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Really? No predators that threaten to slaughter you every day?
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... Plant man fears none
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I wish that was me... My father is here, and I feel he would try and kill me
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[u]Po walks into the cloud of spores without a gas mask. He starts to fan the spores into a bottle, interested in what they do.[/u] Where did these come from? Never mind, it doesn't matter. What does is that I want some of it.
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*walks out of a cloud of spores beside you* They are the bi product of a failed experiment ... They are extremely acidic and have similar effects to that of mustard gas ... But they only react when breathed in and exposed to moisture
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[u]Po nods, listening intently to what you say. He continues bottling the spores, trying to fill as many as possible.[/u] What were you trying to do when this happened? It looks like some.... Deadly fun. [u]Po scoffs at his bad joke, pleased with himself. [/u]
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If people don't start putting on gas masks there's gonna be a lot of open real estate if you catch my drift ...
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[u]Po laughs at something out of your sight, then raises his hand up.[/u] Look what happens when I forget to keep my personal bubble up. [u]He raises his hand, or at least what appears to be the remains of one. Flesh is peeling off of it, falling of in chunks, taking the bone with them. [/u] I should probably fix this. Do you have anywhere to sit down? I can't stand up and concentrate on healing myself at the same time.
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*A huge flower sprouts behind you* That's all I got ...
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[u]Po sits down on the flower, curling his legs up into a cross. He starts to wave his intact hand over the now completely rotten away one, closing his eyes and concentrating. Bone starts to sprout out of the stump, connected by a thin layer of muscle. A thicker layer covers the thin, followed by a layer of skin. Finally, he flexes his hand. Funnily enough, it's skin is a different color then the rest of his body.[/u] Well that's comical. I should work on my coloring a bit...
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Hmmmmm your regeneration is similar to mine
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[u]Po cocks his head, interested in what you just said.[/u] Really? I was taught healing magic when I was younger. I dabbled in necromancy, but only enough to extend my lifespan so I could continue my studies. How do your healing abilities work? Are they connected to you being a sentient plant, or is it something else? Also, how did you come to be? I've never met a sentient plant, much less a talking one. [u]Po drowns on and on, letting his thirst for knowledge take control of him.[/u] [spoiler]When he finds something he's never seen before, he tends to lose control and try and learn as much as possible about the person or thing in question.[/spoiler]
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All I remember from my early days of being sentient are the jungles I call home ... A exploration vessel crashed and the settlers tried to destroy me due to fearing the unknown fauna and wildlife ... I then resorted to killing every last man women and child ... I then read every piece of knowledge the ship contained which is why I have mastered language ... I soon realized my advanced form could take on traits of other plants and employ there defenses. I also found out I was adept and chemistry and used my inmate knowledge to start engineering plants to be sentient killing machines like myself ... I'm honestly not sure how I came to be ... The jungles were home to plants that even I had trouble controlling ... Like flytraps that were about 3 story's tall ... Or thorn brambles that stretched for miles to ensnare prey ... Or flowers that could poison and corrode miles of jungle ... *looks at the spores around us ... Similar to this one*
