Prehensile Rope

Prehensile Rope is a product of Abominable Lab that is gaining popularity as an import among climbers, naturists, and survivalists within the ValuSelu Pact, who appreciate that it supplements their body like another limb.

Prehensive Ropes are 6m made of Muscle Weave around a central body of chain. The muscle can contract to coil the chain within itself, and shrink itself down into a 1m post or stretch out into a 6m serpentine shape. At each end it has an eight-fingered grip with digits evenly spaced and closing down on a hard palm.

Kept in a pouch which feeds it similarly to how a marsupial's pouch sustains its inhabitants. The pouch can be refilled with any food, but Orga Adipose or Leviathan Blubber are the staple of a frequent user.

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Summary

Manufacturer

Abominable Creations Lab

Related Technologies

• Orga Technology

Other Names

Chain Snake • Living Rope • Gripvine

Upgrades

Ideomotoric

The rope is now capable of some learning, and will better adapt to you as an owner. To outsiders, this may appear to an an uncanny sympathy to its owners emotions.

Barbed

Hudden within the pelt of the rope are barbs which emerge at the users

Bela the Rope

Korgin Yamamoto turned to Nikko, "Maybe next time we climb we can share the rope?" He pleaded to Nikko with his eyes, a silent pleas to help him make Fykk feel better.

"Oh, absolutely. Bela isn't used to working with others," Nikko explained, as he drew the head of the rope out from the satchel fastened against his waist. "It tends to coil back up when I'm done climbing. Here, everyone come; handle it for a moment so it knows you're a friend," he walks up and reaches towards Fykk. Nikko makes sure to maintain a little distance to allow Fykk the choice, while being in range for the others to handle the living rope as well.

“Prehensile r-rope isn’t a-a m-mecha.” Fykk mumbled before hesitantly reaching towards the squirming tool.

"No," Korgin started, grasping the rope gently to let the orga get a sense of his hand. It rippled against his palm, lobes squeezing down like the pads of a gecko's foot. "In fact it's Orga."

Hanging back, Zaffir commented "Been a long while since I've seen one of these beauts. One o' them was taught by it's owner to twitch in certain patterns to give simple warnings. Their jerky is less stringy than I expected too. Cause you think rope, stringy seems natural right? Nah, slightly meaty. S'not bad."

Bela shivered in their grasp at the word "jerky".

"Shh, Bela is sensitive about being eaten," Nikko whispered, hunching over the rope to comfort it. "He didn't mean it," Nikko cooed. He straightened up and addressed Zaffir with an even tone, "did you? Bela here is a far better aide in hunting than tasty during dinner. If you wish it's future aid, I recommend you apologize and try to make nice."

He turned back to the other two, "I think it likes you guys." The rope now moving freely between all their hands.

Fykk interjects "Ye-yeah Zaffir. Apo-apologize to th-the rope."

"We'll be fine, won't we Bela?" Zaffir asked going in for a gentle pet of the living rope.

"Besides," he half-muttered "the one I got to try had lived a long, fulfilled life before passing of natural causes. No orga-tech cruelty."