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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
4/28/2016 7:02:33 PM
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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*
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[u]Po nods, absorbing every detail.[/u] It's nice to know somebody that shares my love of botany and is a plant! I never even knew that sentient plants are possible, but wow! You've shattered my entire knowledge of plants. I'll have to take rewrite so many notes of mine.... Would you mind if I took some samples? I'd love it if you could spare a finger or two, but that's up to you.
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*tears off my left arm handing it to you*
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[u]Po takes the arm, surprised but extremely pleased. He takes out a large container, sealing the arm in it before returning the box into his bag.[/u] Wow, that's a lot more then I hoped for. Thank you! This will be very useful in my studies of foreign fauna.
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You seem intelligent but I warn you do [b]NOT[/b] plant that in the ground ... For all of our safety ... Even me
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[u]Po nods understandingly.[/u] Trust me, I never plant anything without knowing what it does or what it grows up into. I've had some... Violent violations from plants that I planted the seeds without knowing what they are. My whole old lab was destroyed, and my lab assistant..... Never was the same. I sent to an asylum to help her work out some of her problems.
