Apart from all worlds.

[OnlytheStrong]

Mykael reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small notepad and a pen. He walks around the room, taking notes about the dimensions of the room, the materials that could of been possibly used. "Very nice. I would very much like to meet whoever built this. He finally remembers the man in the lab jacket and turns to address him, except the man is gone. Well darn, did I miss my chance? He turns to the hulking humanoid figure and asks, "Excuse me, where did that man in the lab jacket go to? He pauses momentarily and adds, "Don't mean to be rude, but what are you? Cybernetic upgrades perhaps? I haven't seen one as large as you.....ever.

 

[DrZombie]

Mykael reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small notepad and a pen. He walks around the room, taking notes about the dimensions of the room, the materials that could of been possibly used. "Very nice. I would very much like to meet whoever built this. He finally remembers the man in the lab jacket and turns to address him, except the man is gone. Well darn, did I miss my chance? He turns to the hulking humanoid figure and asks, "Excuse me, where did that man in the lab jacket go to? He pauses momentarily and adds, "Don't mean to be rude, but what are you? Cybernetic upgrades perhaps? I haven't seen one as large as you.....ever.

The ogre bares his incisors, frustration clearly visible on his large face. "What is this. More torture? I don't understand this human babble. Will you lock me up again in a cage?"
He moves with his back against the wall, and looks at the rest, one by one. Slowly realisation dawns on his face.

"You are prisoners too, are you not? They captured you. You do not wear the uniform of the senatus populusque romanus. I fought the barbarians in the colliseum. You are like them, no?"

He looks at the high-tech equipment, and at the humans.

"We must fight them together. We might escape. Better to die free men then to live as slaves. Will you help?"

 

[Shayuri]

"I am no barbarian," Vela says coolly, "and I know nothing of a Colosseum where barbarians fight."

She looks at the door that he had left through.

"I don't understand all of what he said, but...I think I'll wait to hear more before I act. If they wanted nothing more than to hold us captive, it would have been easy enough to chain us to these beds."

 

[Douane]

"I assure you, I am human. I live at 78th St. and Hudson Ave. in New York City. One of my colleages here actually lives only a few blocks from my address, but in the city of New Amsterdam. a good 70 tangents away. But we work here in the Nexus, The Nexus does not exist on Earth, any earth. It exists outside of the dimensions
and it's people are made of of those from many worlds."

Keane grinned broadly in reply. "New York was taken out by a Treptow device. Multiple warheads, 10 Megatons each. Not really a good place to live these days. ... But I'm sure I'll get my answers in time."

As he listened to the mutated giant and what appeared to be some sort of egghead, Keane shook his head, yawned openly and put his back to a wall before sliding it down into a sitting position on the floor. Closing his eyes he tilted his head back to rest on the rifle and let his other sense take over.

"Great idea that, fighting your way out of a room you know nothing about against people you know nothing about to escape to ... somewhere I don't know nothing about. Calm down, big boy, there's nothing to be won here by acting hasty."

 

[Relique du Madde]

Pale Jaguar glanced from the Frenchmen towards the three who spoke with the 'giant'. Without the use of the man's technology, she was able to communicate with the Frenchman, but she was worried that once they leave she would not be able to communicate with many people. At least, when she was a captive of the conquistadors, the missionaries knew magic which allowed her to communicate with them. However, this was an entirely a different situation since she did not think that the man's people were interested in teaching her their language.

She closed her eyes as she spoke in Latin and hoped that the man's technology would translate her statement.. "We are not captives. Captives never are allowed to keep their weapons. When the conquistadors captured me they stripped me of my weapons, but only gave them back because their holy men wanted to learn the ways of my people. The others in my war-band were not allowed to keep their weapons. Some of them were made into slaves, and the others were tortured and killed." She sat on the floor then glanced towards the Frenchman. "I suspect they gave me special treatment because they believed I was their Governor's daughter... But that does not stop me from hating them.."

"If they are like the conquistadors, then I do not think we are captives. They either want to study us.. or they desire to use us as part of their war band."

 

[Shayuri]

"As long as we're all here, we may as well know each other's names," Vela decides. If this was a sham, she'd ride it out and see. If not...then she wasn't sure what she'd do...but she'd work it out.

"I'm Vela. Tigren six, predatory. I'm in reclamation."

Oddly, just going through something as utterly ordinary as self-identifying helped ease some of the tension that was bunching up in her muscles.

(OOC - Thanks, GM. Edited. )

 

[Moon_Goddess]

{OOC: This room translates.... English, German, Spanish, Russian, French, Latin, Japanese, Chinese, Greek, Swahili and Hindi into all the rest of those, so your fine... in here}

 

[Relique du Madde]

( Drat. Since I didn't mention which Language Pale Jaguar spoke I was going to play it off that she accidentally spoke in Mayan instead of Latin or Spanish... That way when the room translated Pale Jaguar's response to Vela, it would have been a wtf moment.)

 

[Shayuri]

(who's Vera? If you mean me, I edited my post...)

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Mykael listens to the less than formal introductions with passing interest. He is still too concerned with what this place is or what kind of technology they have here. He couldn't wait to find out.