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(Fully exoskeleton. Also did I grow eyes?))

 

The Slime's lower body growths were getting too hard too fast. The slime seemed to know that they needed to be bigger, but it needs more mass. The slime wiggled forward. Then some more. It needed mass but didn't know where to look. It decided that the best plan was the most used plan go forward.

 

((Did my thanksgiving holiday thing get put on the big file? I checked it was not there.))

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Aster couldn't see either of the other slimes even with its light, only more of the small piles stacked around everywhere. It could still tell that the two of them were here, though - that they were still in the hole, and hadn't left for somewhere else. The slime could sense them like it had sensed the other organic creatures near the flat black earlier, after eating from Loud's corpse. Aster remembered now that the other time that it had come in contact with the horrible smell, it hadn't seemed to bother the other two slimes nearly as much as it had bothered it. Maybe the other slimes weren't in a hurry to escape the hole, and were eating from the small piles.

 

Aster then heard a soft, rattling noise inside the hole. It had heard Small make that sound before, or something similar to it, but without the image of the friendly slime to associate with the sound Aster felt its entire body grow cold with fear. One of the slime's acquired instincts told it that the owner of that noise could kill the slime very easily if it came any closer. Instinct temporarily overriding its thought process, Aster spread its wings and, catching a current of wind, soared away from the cliff. The slime would continue to wait for its friends on this side of the hole, it decided after it calmed down, but if they were eating, then it would too while it waited for them. While it was still high in the up, Aster looked around for plentiful sources of food.

 

There was a grouping of rectangular . . . things . . . rising into the sky a little way into the distance. They sort of looked like the bottom half of the cliff, where the pressed-together small piles stopped. But they were inorganic and so Aster wasn't interested in them. The darker green and black color in a different direction looked more promising, however. Even from this distance, it definitely looked like there were organics there - animal organics, not just plant ones. But it was so far away, farther than the rectangles. It would take a long time to get there even flying, and then the other two slimes would have no way to find Aster. Of course they might just decide to go out the other side of the hole and go off on their own, in which case it would be fine for Aster to go to the green-black place on its own, but the slime felt it should give them more time before doing that. They were still in the hole, after all.

 

For the time being, Aster decided to just go to the base of the cliff and see what it could find to eat there, descending through the air until the whitish soft side of the cliff changed to a material that was much harder and gray in color. Made curious by the change, Aster slowed its descent then so it could take a closer look at the new makeup of the cliffside.

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Avisk quit the rattling once it realized Unsure wasn't around. It knew that probably wasn't best with how loud it was now. It seemed rather terrifying before on the larger slime, and only Avisk seemed to sort of like the sound. Even still, Avisk had taken it as a challenge originally.

 

The slime called out, mixing together a few of the calls it had gathered into an odd bird-like screech for a second. That might've gotten Unsure's attention. Or scared both Unsure and Kind. It decided to go a slightly more pleasant route and tried just the pelican calls, hoping maybe that might work better to get Unsure's attention wherever that slime might be.

 

Flames spurted just barely out of Avisk again, providing light. It also provided the occasional slight burst near the spines that hardly held a flame. The slime was worried about that, remembering what had happened before with the fire. It didn't want the same result, so the flames were just barely present. Only present enough to provide minuscule light and not set anything really on fire.

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((Short post again.. Wow me.))

 

The slime rested. It did not like what was happening. At least there were organics around. That made it feel better. It wanted to know the new bulbous thing was for. Was it for.. absorbing more organics? It didn't really care, and silently sat.

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OOC @ Eaaem: Please post at least three sentences, just like I told Soulking however many months ago that was. The more you give me, usually the more I'm able to think of. Plus, the more you tell me about how your slime interacts with things and thinks, the better I am at giving you stuff that will enhance and encourage those choices.

 

@Everyone: I'd like to remind you guys to incorporate the name of your slime somewhere in your post so I can remember who is who easier.

 

@Evil Sethoss: Eyes, yes. The legs are hard pokey parts that look like spikes; they'll extend over time until they're useful.

 

@Lumikkja: I don't think anyone besides me know what's going on in the larger plot, so its fine. Mostly I only get to point out certain things when new players join, but you'd have to put that stuff in chronological order (from when I posted it) but also pay attention to all five sites in order to do it. As slimes evolve and grow in their own stories, they get closer to being able to see it themselves directly.

 

@Evil Sethoss: Yeah, I have been super lazy having to do with updating the Big File. I was gonna do it yesterday, but um... someone invited me to play something with them, and, well...

 

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@Aster: The slime heard something in the near distance, in the direction of the hole. It almost sounded like one of the slimes, but Aster wasn't sure. It sounded somewhat confused or muffled, or something. It wasn't very big, but in the pile the slime found to investigate, moving a few flimsy things around, it found something inorganic with a strange mesh on one side of it. Flat on that side. Inside, past the mesh, were organics! Too bad the container wasn't bigger. But there were lots and lots of tiny little organics inside, pretty different from what the slime had found so far. Shame it didn't find it when it was smaller and it might have been able to fill it better.

 

@Avisk: There was a surprising amount of ground here, covering most things. On top of a dark patch, dark even without shadows taken into consideration, it was dry and felt strange. But there were organics mixed in with it- thin, small, long organics. They were dry and flat. Something about them told the slime that they weren't intended to be that way, but there they were. There were LOTS of them, and there were also tiny little white bulbs mixed in, too. What the heck was this stuff?

 

@Serket: (unlocked: rattlesnake scales) The flaky organic mixed into the inorganic was organic after all, though the slime didn't know why it tasted bitter. It didn't now, though. But whatever it was that made this organic, it didn't feel as though it was anywhere nearby. As the slime moved up the incline, it could tell that the wet points that it had felt before were gone. All the wet was gone. The new organic taste was thick and wide, but dry and somewhat soft. Whatever this was, the slime could tell it would be enough to fuel its evolution.

 

@Selim: Either the slime went the right way, or wrong way, but either way, it found some strangely flimsy organic thing bumping into it a bunch of times quickly in succession. It was rather annoying. But it was organic! Shortly after being bothered by this, another thing that felt the same bumped into it, but the slime's slime could feel that it was a small piece.

 

@Topaz: The slime, having finished absorbing the thing it had found (until the long thin part in back broke off from dissolving), found nothing else. It hadn't moved, so of course it didn't. There weren't any tastes in the air that the slime wasn't already aware of; and nothing touched it on its own.

 

@Leviathan: (unlocked: pine, wheat) Something about this organic was fun! It had two flavors. One was soggy and plain, the other was the hard part. Mostly tasteless but it had something else about it. Whatever it was, it was organic, and that was all the slime was interested in at the moment.

 

@Tch'ah: (unlocked: crawdad) It took awhile, but the slime was able to dissolve not just the pokey bits that were poking it, but it might as well get the rest of the creature too, so it did. Made things easier. Unfortunately for the slime, it had taken long enough that it didn't remember exactly what kind of environment it was actually in... what was going on around it?

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As Leviathan incorporated the new mass into its body, it felt a strange sensation that could be described as... fullness. Leviathan slid off of the pile of things onto a soft, grainy thing made of lots of tiny, round, inorganic things. As Leviathan slid across the things, it realized the things spread out for a great while. Leviathan kept sliding, trying to find the end of the inorganic round things, but could not. Suddenly, a jarring sensation swept over Leviathan as it was surrounded with something... wet. And salty. Leviathan realized that a great change had overcome its location, and that it needed to change in order to confront its new environment. The mass from the two-part thing started the process of being repurposed, and began to form into long, thin, frilly appendages with painful liquid stuff in them.

 

((Basically, Leviathan fell into the ocean, and then started developing oral arms with stinger sacs.))

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@Lilith: The slime took longer than it had ever wanted to, but it did eventually find a dry spot. Dry and dusty, and it was a totally different texture of ground than it had been finding so far, when it did. It was soft ground. Soft, and raised in the middle of two streams of flowing liquid. But at least it could finally rest!

The slime sat there on the dry ground. It slowly formed into a more streamlined shape, taking a few moments to do so. The life-form then began to form a hard coat on it's outer layer, so as to protect it.

((Became a streamlined shape for navigating sewer water easier and moving faster, and started to grow an exoskeleton from the mantis shrimp))

 

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(OOC: Am I on the ground? I'm going to assume I'm on the ground.)

 

ASTER

 

As the slime folded its wings back into their resting position, it looked up towards the source of the noise. The hole was a good ways up now, but Aster's hearing was good enough that the slime could still hear everything going on up there clearly. Was that Big or Small, or was there another slime up there with them? Well, whatever it was didn't seem like it was a threat at this moment, and Aster was getting hungry.

 

After a bit of searching, the slime iwas able to find some tiny organics inside a container of some kind. The opening to the container was blocked, but Aster was able to easily move that aside. The problem was, the slime couldn't really fit in the container to get the tiny organics. If Aster tried, it was just about to fit its snout in, but it couldn't open it enough to get the tiny treats once it was in there, so that was no good. It felt around the sides of the container with one of its forelegs, and eventually managed to stick one of its feet through the hole. Once it was in there, Aster quickly realized that it could grab a footful - was that the right concept? It didn't seem like it. Maybe it should be calling its front feet something else - of the tiny organics with its grasping forelegs. Aster then removed its foot from the hole and, putting its mouth next to the foot with the bunch of tiny organics, opened its foot into its mouth. A few stray tiny organics missed the mark, but most of them successfully landed in the slime's mouth and were absorbed. Pleased at finding this new way of eating, Aster repeated this process over and over until there were no more tiny organics in its reach.

 

 

 

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@SERKET: (unlocked: rattlesnake scales) The flaky organic mixed into the inorganic was organic after all, though the slime didn't know why it tasted bitter. It didn't now, though. But whatever it was that made this organic, it didn't feel as though it was anywhere nearby. As the slime moved up the incline, it could tell that the wet points that it had felt before were gone. All the wet was gone. The new organic taste was thick and wide, but dry and somewhat soft. Whatever this was, the slime could tell it would be enough to fuel its evolution.

 

The slime drifted over the soft-yet-thick, its underside working at absorbing the new organic as it went along. Push inward, eat. Stretch out, shift, move again. The new taste was vast, still vaguely tainted with a sensation of wet without the wet points actually being there. Twitching its sharp sense-bits, the slime examined the soft-yet-thick and its own inner hunger, what little there was left. The slime felt filled again, puffed and teeming with organic fuel. It was time to pull organic from its insides and put the tastes and touches to its outsides, make itself better again.

 

It settled beneath the soft-yet-thick, shaded from the bright. The slime set to work picking at its recollection of organic tastes. The most recent one, the hard-and-bitter, was prominent in the slime's scope of awareness. Also the hard-black from the thing that crumbled and scattered into small black points. And the soft from the gap in the sand... that was more distant, but the slime remembered it all the same. What would serve the slime best? It still had its spined back-layers, but the slime did not feel the need to produce more of the same. It was time for new, more.

 

Something to help it move. The slime as itself slipped, had no way to cling. It called inside to memory of small things, soft, yet squishy, with little moving bits. In made out, hunger slowly returning. The slime's exterior tensed along its underside, rippling and shaping. Slight protrusions, like the sense-sticks but not as pronounced. Little and many, each gripping the ground beneath on their own. A new sense, a new manner of propulsion. The slime could now cling. This would be useful at some point, perhaps. The slime had no real way of knowing. But if it was organic, it had to have a use.

 

Next, retracting some of the spine-back. The little black scattering-organics provided better than the first spiked organic. The slime remembered black, and its body pushed again, throbbed and went rigid, then flaccid again. The spine part of the slime was sharp, yes, but also soft. Easy to flex, and break. It called the hard black sensation, formed it over its back in more than one place, more than one piece. And the slime made it ripple, cracks throughout, like the flaky organic it had consumed so recently. Finally its renewed hunger made the slime stop. Now it had parts to cling, and a firmer upper side, shaped like the flaky-bitter but hardened like the scattering black-organics.

 

The slime was not empty, but the hunger had returned. Twisting its sense-sticks, the slime consumed the rest of the soft-yet-thick, and then set out to test its new adaptations as it hunted for more organics in the coarse sand.

 

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(OOC: added silk worm legs and rattlesnake scale-shaped chitin. Still got a few barrel cactus spikes, but that's mostly gone now.)

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Tch'ah

Flat, sharp looking green things glistened with jiggly transparent drops of something. The dark, squishy ground tasted like traces of organic, but not nearly enough for the slime to make use of; too much grit would foul up its slimey innards. But tiny moving things - organic? - explored the surface of the ground. Looking a bit farther away, the ground sloped down into... something shiny, glistening, and was it moving? The slime readied its legs, then tried to jump towards the bank, and landed inside what it thought might be organic; after all, it moved! But as wetness sloshed around it, the slime realized that this was the heavier environment that it had swum in before it could see. The... water... seemed to be translucent itself, and this body was dark green, and had little, flat, brown, organic wrigglies skimming the surface, moving away from the slime which had disturbed their floating. How interesting. The slime tried to hop to catch some of them in its slime before they got away.

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Chrom

Post #6

Unlocked DNA: Poison Dart Frog, Wax, Paper, Joshua Tree, Pillbug

Physical Description: A small, fist-sized, clear slime with four tendrils protruding from its body

 

 

Chrom liked how easily it was able to absorb the smaller bits of organic that seem to push right into him. He pushed back, grabbing them and pulling them in. It was feeling better now. Not so pinched since it had grown the tendrils.

 

When the slime felt heat, it paused. It was a new thing, and Chrom wasn't sure how to respond to it. It didn't seem to be dangerous, but didn't exactly seem to be edible or anything useful. Something moved, too, like the tiny organics it had eaten. However, it wasn't organic. It was, inorganic. Fluid, untouchable yet touchable. This heat and this moving un-thing confused the slime. But going up meant possibly finding more organic, so up wriggled the slime.

 

@Chrom: OUCH! The slime poked... or the other thing poked the slime... anyway, there was a pointy, thin, surprisingly hard organic thing. It had lots of points. There was space between the points, but the spaces were so deep the slime couldn't feel them. Not that it tried, the pokey parts hurt! That was the first thing that came to the slime's attention in its new altitude, though it felt something else, inorganic, on its other side.

 

Chrom

(technically) Post #7

Unlocked DNA: Poison Dart Frog, Wax, Paper, Joshua Tree, Pillbug

Physical Description: A small, fist-sized, clear slime with four tendrils protruding from its body

 

 

The slime instinctively recoiled at the pain, pressing up against the inorganic on its other side. Once the pain lessened, though, the slime felt the desire to consume resurge. It faced a dilemma; its directive compelled to try and consume the organic thing, but it also didn't want to feel any more pain.

 

Suddenly, another kind of pain was forming within the slime. Chrom felt as if something was solidifying within itself, becoming more than what it used to be. Sensations like the feeling of the pointy-ouch organic were becoming more lucid and sharp, nigh unbearable now. The slime flattened out, pulling away from the pointy-ouch. Its hunger was more acute as well, though, so the slime reached out with its tendrils to curl around the slim pointy-ouches. It could consume the pointy ouches first, then reach further for the rest of the organic the pointy-ouches were attached to. The slime would rid itself of the pain, and the hunger.

 

Its tendrils extended, gripping the organic's center, and precariously holding it so the pointy-ouches didn't pierce Chrom's newly sensitive gel. The slime, being incapable of thought, did not know how to proceed, except to stick itself on the pointy ouches anyway. It was overcome with hunger now, and willing to feel pain so it could consume.

 

((OOC: Hello, everyone! I'm Capella! I was playing Azure Wyrm over on Magistream, but I'm no longer very active there, so I decided to try AW again, but on Dragon Cave instead.

 

Explanation of post: Chrom is starting to develop a nerve cluster with tendrils of nerves spreading through his body, hence the reason for him suddenly having a more acute sense of touch. ))

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((Oh, sorry about that. It's just not much is happening to my slime so I don't really know what to post.))

 

Topaz

The slime waited for something to come by. An organic would be nice, but maybe something not organic could do. Now that everything it had consumed was dissolved, it felt a desire to feel around the area. Although, it had to trash that idea, because the chances of finding an actual organic around it was pretty hard. So it tried to figure out what the stuff it was sitting on was.

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OOC @ The Serpent: I had to do a few searches, but immortal jellyfish aren't poisonous, so I don't know what liquid you were going for. So, I'm gonna assume saltwater for now until you correct me (or something).

 

Dragonhatchling is busy with stuff (we've been talking over Facebook) and so is Zeditha (we talked over Skype) so Avialae, I'd just go do something else and maybe you'll form a party later.

 

@Lumikkja: I forgot what I was planning on doing, but I think you're still looking at the space under a rock in the desert, right? Cuz I remember what was there, so that's what you unlocked.

 

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@Crell: The invisible inorganic threads moved when the wet did, and the slime trying to escape from it made the wet move, which made the threads move and entangle the slime even worse. Looking away from the wet, there was a dark and impossibly huge shape quickly darkening and huge..ening all around the slime. Part of it looked pointy, and aimed in the slime's direction. Whatever it was, the slime couldn't do anything about it. It quickly got closer to the slime and then the slime felt itself start to get pulled away, finally moving. But the invisible was still there, and the slime had to be dragged along. After a little while, it felt the invisible start to give way; though it was still entangled for the most part. But then, THEN! It felt that it wasn't ensnared on its up.

 

@Aster: Though the slime had consumed a large amount of the tiny organics, there just wasn't all that much, comparitively speaking. It wasn't particularly filling, and it didn't seem to get anything from it. But it was organic! It was something new. Why didn't it get anything new from this?

The slime's mind drifted back to when it was up. Of the two directions it saw that went to different points at the far ends of the flat black as it disappeared in the distance, the area that looked wetter seemed more interesting at the time. There wasn't much around here, and the things the slime had consumed, especially the stuff it just got, gave it nothing. Maybe something out there would.

 

@Leviathan: When the slime formed its extensions, it hadn't meant to do it, but apparently it formed with some of the approaching wet (which now surrounded it and was covering it from both above and below at the same time) within itself. Is that what it did? Besides the obvious taste, there was actually something else within the wet. One of the things felt inorganic, but somehow didn't seem to be. It didn't have a taste... but somehow it did seem to be something the slime could consume.

 

@Lilith: The slime wasn't able to form the hard plating very well, but only due to lack of thickness. It had consumed a lot initially, but it needed to find more... something in order to do better. There wasn't any organic here, but that was the slime's intention. There had been various flavors periodically appearing and disappearing within the moving wet, maybe at least one of them was something organic?

 

@Chrom: (unlocked: rose petals, rose hip) The slime's technique was successful, or at least it was starting to feel that way. The hard pokey parts weren't pokey and painful anymore; they had been dissolved down to smooth bumps now, and the slime could feel the smooth part in between them much easier now. The organic moved, and the slime soon felt why. There was wet appearing against the slime's surface, in a mist of tiny droplets. Salty, but not more than twice the saltiness of the air.

 

@Tch'ah: (unlocked: flatworm planarian) The slime was able to acquire a few of the creatures, though they barely even looked like creatures. They more looked like funny, flat pieces of the kind of organic that didn't move. There were pieces of that all over. But these didn't even have a taste; they barely even had a texture. The slime mostly just... saw that they were there and got them. It wasn't like they moved very fast, especially not in comparison to the slime's speed when hopping.

 

@Serket: (unlocked: Phrynosoma asio) The organic the slime had found was helpful in sating its hunger, but not entirely. Then again, some of the thing still remained. Not much, though. The slime had been unable to absorb only a part of it, and had mostly dissolved what it found by now, especially considering its new form repurposing the biomass as it was acquired. But there was a little bit left, hard but thin, inside the slime.

 

@Topaz: Continuing to sit motionless was boring, ineffective. But doing so for such a long time, the slime started to feel something. Something wiggly and thin, coming up out of the ground, bumping into the slime in some crazy, wildly flailing motion. At least that's what it felt like! There wasn't only one of them. But in addition to that, the slime started to feel something else, too. Wet. Wet was appearing on its top, and sliding off.

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Tch'ah

 

The slime was satisfied with the large amount of wrigglies it managed to catch. Maybe it was time to investigate a not-so-mobile sort of organic? Where wet met air and the ground was near. Short, yet skinny, pointy, green things poked out of the brown-swirl-ground and water with spokes of more thin tubes growing out of it. When the slime nudged it, the cylindric plant was bendy, and the slime could easily absorb it and those around it, although the points felt a little uncomfortable rubbing against the slime's squishy exterior.

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((OOC: All right. By the way, what exactly did Aster just eat?))

 

ASTER

 

Aster tried to reach its foot further in the opening to so it could get to any tiny organics that might be further in, but the long durable spines growing at a right angle out of the slime's foreleg prevented the slime from getting any farther into the opening than it already was. It looked like it was time for Aster to give up on this particular food source.

 

Tilting its head upwards, the slime briefly considered the two friendly slimes inside the hole above itself. They didn't seem to be about to come out of there anytime soon, but Aster wasn't about to go back in there, either - the slime still vividly remembered the horrible odor inside that had caused it to leave in the first place. And all of the other food around here seemed to be inside of the same small piles that had unleashed the horrible odor upon the hole in the first place. Aster didn't particularly want to open any more of them, no matter what kind of food was waiting inside. What all this meant was that if Aster wanted to find a decent meal in the future, its best chance was to move to a new location.

 

Removing its forefoot from the opening, the slime leapt into the air. With a few powerful strokes of its wings Aster was back up to the same height it had been earlier, with the hole that it had recently made right next to it. That wasn't what the slime was paying attention to, however. Instead, Aster was staring as hard as it could at the wet greenish-black expanse in the distance. The slime was sure that there had to be organic things there, lots of them, and it certainly didn't want to stay here any longer. Yes, the slime would go to that faraway place. Aster then let out a loud cry in order to alert the other slimes inside the hole in case they cared, and then began to soar off in the direction of the greenish-black splotch in the distance, emitting a thick trail of red smoke from its mouth so the other two slimes could follow it if they were so inclined.

Edited by Avialae

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((Dragonhatchling is able to find time to plop in here however Viirin- sometimes just needs a reminder with all the other stuff too))

 

Avisk didn't understand what the lots of white bulbs were, but dug into them anyways for curiosities sake. It wondered where Kind and Unsure were. They were all lost. But Avisk liked Kind and Unsure and wanted to know where they were.

 

It called out, giving a loud shriek-like questioning call with a bit of a more pleasant rattle noise along with it to carry the sound. No response yet. The slime moved onward, not entirely sure where it was going. It was headed to the odd light source it had seen before, but without the other two. That saddened the slime slightly, worrying it that maybe the others were actually truly gone. What would it do without them?

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Leviathan wondered what this strange new thing was. It drifted over and cautiously enveloped part of the thing, feeling it out and digesting part of it in order to see what exactly the thing was.

 

Oh wow that was pathetic. Eh, too tired to put in more effort. Sorry for the one-liner.

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Chrom

Post #8

Unlocked DNA: Poison Dart Frog, Wax, Paper, Joshua Tree, Pillbug, Rose Petals, Rose Hip

Physical Description: A small, clear slime with four tendrils protruding from its body

 

 

The barbed pointy-ouches sunk into Chrom's body, and quickly began to dissolve. The slime's pain faded, with the pointy-ouches becoming rounded and dull. Chrom wrapped its body around the slender center of the organic, hoping to consume more of it. When the organic suddenly shifted, Chrom did not feel alarm, for it was not capable of feeling fear yet.

 

It allowed the center of the organic to meld with its body before moving away, curious about the nature of the salty wet droplets. The feeling of tiny bits of wet against its porous body was a rather new sensation, and the slime paused to try and determine whether it could consume the droplets or not.They didn't seem to be organic, unfortunately, so the slime quickly dismissed them.

 

It went back to absorbing the rest of the no longer pointy-ouchy organism, until it could no longer feel anything consumable against its body. The slime moved away again, using its tendrils to pull it along. Chrome felt its hunger return quickly as its body began to grow, so the slime started to probe its surroundings in search of more food.

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@Lilith: The slime wasn't able to form the hard plating very well, but only due to lack of thickness. It had consumed a lot initially, but it needed to find more... something in order to do better. There wasn't any organic here, but that was the slime's intention. There had been various flavors periodically appearing and disappearing within the moving wet, maybe at least one of them was something organic?

The slime started drifting again, this time slightly faster due to its new streamlined shape. It started searching for the flavours, attempting to cling on to the first one it felt in the moving wet and check if it was organic.

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OOC @ Avialae: Something like this.

 

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@Lilith: Organic? Check. Long, thin, dry, and sticking upright out of the ground. Some of it wasn't dry, but moistened with its own whatever it was from inside itself. There wasn't much, but at least there was something. The base of the organic was fluffier and fuller than it was as it went up for some reason. It even had a sweet taste to it.

 

@Chrom: (unlocked: rose thorn, rose petal) It didn't take too long for the slime to encounter something extremely wide and organic, and just as salty and wet. It had a rubbery texture to it, resisting any pressure the slime used. Some parts of the thing were dry, though not much of it. It was really long, though not very wide. The slime couldn't feel any physical differences on the organic, whatever there might have been.

 

@Leviathan: It was organic. Soft, but parts of it were hard. The hardest part was sticking out of part of the organic part, and that part was inorganic. What kind of strange thing was this? The slime had no capacity to find out besides doing the one thing it knew how to do.

 

@Aster: As the slime started to take to flight, it heard a slight sound that was somewhat resemblant of rattling, but it seemed to be drowned out for some reason. Maybe because there were so many other sounds in the vicinity that one more wasn't that interesting. It was too far to see, but the slime almost felt as though it might have just seen something interesting in the distance, in the dark green, not far from the flat black. Was there... it could find out when it got closer.

 

@Avisk: The strange bubbles had no taste at all, but they did have a texture. Could these be organic? No, definitely not. Whatever purpose they had, the slime didn't know. They did make the slime feel strange though, but not by much. Only... wait! Something was starting to happen to the slime. Within its center, where the bubbles had been swallowed to. The slime heard a slight sound from somewhere, but it wasn't sure what it was or where it came from.

 

@Tch'ah: (unlocked: water horsetail) An interesting find! Definitely worth the slime's time, though very few things weren't, especially right now. As the slime absorbed the poke-ups, they started to bend even more, until one or two startled the slime by falling on top of it, then rolling off and hitting the ground. One of them fell on top of the wet.

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Something small with four minute strands skidded across the surface of the wet (the water, slime would think of it as water, had to remember), startled by the poke-up falling near it. It was gone from the slime's sight before it could think about what that strange thing was (clump of dirt?), but there were other things in the wet place. The slime ate the poke-up along its tube to the water, which was really convenient because near where the tube touched was a twitching, cylindrical mass of... organic, probably, with oblong, really thin, slime-clear things (limbs? Were they limbs?) sticking out of either side of the body. The slime slid into the water and upon the prey with little more thought, and as it absorbed the sour organic it noted that there were only two complete thin slime-clears, and that the body was bulbous with two balls at one end, and tapered to be thin and long past its slime-clear thin limb-things. The whole organic was smooth and seemed... shelled, with squishy on the insides. Done absorbing, though, the slime was forgetting everything it might have learned about it. It needed more of it, just a little more, but there did not seem to be more of this kind near the slime.

Under the water, however, there were other organics that could be its meal. One of them darted over to a smaller that looked just like it, and... charged it, bumped it. Was it consuming it? The slime liked the idea of consuming something that also consumed. It made it feel important when it swam towards the murky-colored ovular blob with six twiggy appendages in order to consume it and its similarly unfortunate companion.

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@Serket: (unlocked: Phrynosoma asio) The organic the slime had found was helpful in sating its hunger, but not entirely. Then again, some of the thing still remained. Not much, though. The slime had been unable to absorb only a part of it, and had mostly dissolved what it found by now, especially considering its new form repurposing the biomass as it was acquired. But there was a little bit left, hard but thin, inside the slime.

 

The slime tensed around the hard, undissolved substance within itself, the new stubby sections on its underside working to propel it forward. Its motions slow and hindered by the resistant bit of organic, the slime probed the sand and grime, hunger motivating it to find more organic even as it continued trying to properly consume the hard-thin stuck inside. There seemed no way to get it out, and now way to make it dissolve any faster. The slime had not encountered an impasse such as this before, and its limited instincts could not help solve this odd problem.

 

To keep itself from dwelling on the stuck organic bit, the slime directed its top-pokey-stems to the sand around it. Here and there, faint organic traces... nothing substantial enough to sustain the slime's continuing metamorphosis. The coarse ground beneath the slime turned soft in some places, then smooth and rough in others. Still no organic like the vast sharp-soft that fueled its last transformation, and no new tastes. The slime also sensed a few old tastes - pointy black dots, stale pointed-softs - but they were too small to provide nourishment, and the slime had their tastes already, no need to taste them again.

 

The hard-thin piece remained inside, prodding at the slime from within, refusing to dissolve. The slime slowly came to a halt, nubs squirming against the sand, newly textured top-side arcing to the heat overhead. The feeling of absorbing, consuming swam in itself, coiled in faint memory like all the tastes, like the sharp bit that did nothing but slow and distract the slime. Was there a way to get rid of it? The slime's instincts were... fuzzy. The hunger inside the slime demanded that it consume, that it find biomass and pull it inside, shape itself around the tastes. Nowhere in its patchwork instincts was there a demand to push things out. The slime's purpose was not to make in things out.

 

But the hard bit did nothing but slow the slime. It could not be consumed, not quickly enough to be useful, at least. Holding still upon the sand, the slime grew tense again, its body stiffening around the hard piece. It recalled absorbing, and began... reversing the process. Out instead of in. Slowly the hard bit moved, working its way through the slime, up to the surface. It took far longer than most of the consumption processes, but in the end, the slime spat the hard bit out onto the sand. Finally free of its obstruction, it left again in search of organics that it could actually use.

 

Like the tastes, the experience stuck inside the slime's rudimentary consciousness. It took a long time to expel the irritating organic bit, and it took a long time to properly absorb and taste organics it encountered. Perhaps there was a way to streamline the process. Perhaps there were parts of the tastes it had taken, particularly the most recent one - organic sections it could graft to itself, to make it easier to consume.

 

But the slime was hungry. It needed organic matter, before it could attempt a more dramatic metamorphosis. Pushing forward, the slime searched for taste, its new nubs digging into the sand and the faint memory of the sharp bit ever prominent inside itself.

 

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((Note to self: Playing xcom does not equal writing posts for this rp.Now about those eyes.))

The organic was annoying but there was another feeling. A feeling from within. It feel like every other until... The slime saw. At first everything was blurry, but soon clarified. It was seeing everything through a coat of something. That was changing however; the sighters were being pushed forward...forward...forward until it broke the surface. The Slime almost couldn't handle all it was seeing. Everything was in black and white. The organics touching it were still there and they were just as annoying. The slime turned to look at them.

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Shaking himself Crell thrashes and tries to move up, but without the wet he moves through he wasn't able to because he had already lifted out of the wet. Thrashing around more and trying to get away from wherever he was Crell opens his mouth and tries to chew or bite or do anything to get away. Thrashing even harder Crell flips himself to his other side. He was barely able to see anything even though his sensor ontop of his head had started to go crazy, something close by was sending out something he was picking up and making him feel like he was being crushed.

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