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Everything posted by Dave ST

  1. "Well, that's a shame," she replied with her expression slightly twisting into mock concern. "I'm afraid the myriad of the machinations I have planned for you and the others will require far more than two minutes." "I do hope you'll, at the very least, finish out the remainder of your services this evening. I'd hate to not see you awarded everything you were offered this evening." She reached for him and her soft yet chilled hand took his own in hers. She looked at the bandages still adorning his fingers and spoke softly. "You clawed through in an attempt to unearth your wife's ghost," she chuckled softly. "I'll admit, that's a new one." She raised her eyes to meet his and smiled warmly. "Do have a good evening, M. Grim." With the same sway she approached him with she walked away into the shadows and glamour of Manhattan's aristocracy. The 'tings' of champagne glasses and the clamor of a couple hundreds voices all trying to be heard at once as she slithered her way in back amongst them. Excitedly Brent approached his old friend with a grin on his face. "Well? What'd she say? When do you start?"
  2. Yeah, unfortunately they didn't do any, or have enough time to do any, splat books for specific cities or countries around the world. Which is a shame because it really would have been nice.
  3. Ms. D'Sombra smiled at the charming Ravi and looked to both him and Casey. "If the two of you will excuse me, I've a matter to attend to." [Mel] She moved elegantly away, her black gown wrapped around her curves like a loving shadow never wanting to loose it's hold on her. With a predatory grace and devilish intent she slithered he way to where Brent and Mel were waiting patiently. "Gentleman. Mr. Grim, I assume you've decided to accept my offer? I admit, once Brent told me your background I decided I must have you. So, when can you start?"
  4. Your dodge pool becomes Perception + Teleport.
  5. [Mel] Brent smiled wide, pleased that his old friend had, in his opinion, made the right choice. "That's what I wanted to hear, Sarge." He said with a bit more excitement than he intended. He patted his old friend on the arm and tilted his head off toward the right. "C'mon, let's go meet the lady herself." The two men moved through the smaller galleries all filled with people with more money than taste. Mel never took his mind off security for the duration of the short trip. As they mingled past five thousand dollar suits and low cut evening gowns his eyes were always locked on the situations unfolding around him. For couple that conversed he had devised an escape plan for them and others if something were to suddenly go wrong. He was locked on the mission and that mission was keeping these people safe and keeping them from doing anything stupid, be it to themselves, or others. They rounded a corner, Brent could help but notice Mel still cornered like a military man, a strong turn and a full ninety degree pivot. He stopped suddenly, holding out his arm to stop Mel. "Hold up, she's with some people." [Ravi] "Of course you are," D'Sombra replied and Ravi could hear the suppression of an accent under her appraising eyes and deep red lips. "As am I. As a matter of fact, it's been forever since I've danced any steps at all. We should all go and try it sometime, I'm sure I could pencil it in." Sienna chuckled nervously, fidgeting with the stem of her champagne. "R-Ravenna, three for dancing could be a tad awkward." "So right dear," Ravenna replied without missing a step. Her tone was shrewd and malicious but masked so well behind years of practiced passive aggressive etiquette. "But I would wouldn't fret, dear. I'm sure you;ll find someone to come along with by then. I shan't schedule it short notice." [Ravi] Like a whipped puppy, Sienna lowered her head and didn't retort. It was strange to Ravi, after having known Sienna for the last several days, she'd seemed to strong and independent, an outspoken powerful woman with goals and ambitions, yet here in front of D'Sombra, she was weak and bullied into submission with only a few looks and a couple harsh words. What sort of power did this dark woman have over people? [Casey] Casey approached and the current conversation shifted to the lovely proprietor of coffee and Sienna visibly breathed a sigh of relief. For now, D'Sombra's attention was on the new comer. The break in the conversation forced a raised brow from Ravi, who decided, for the moment, to take a step back towards his date (who grasped his arm rather possessively, he noticed) and look on in sly amusement. It never ceased to amaze him how catty rich people could be. "Why, nothing at all," Ms. D'Sombra said, once more she didn't taken aback by anything that the transpired around her. This woman's composure was impeccable. "You see, it's not a rivalry, Ms. Mason, it's a game. You, the frizzy haired little mulatto girl, the ginger military man, hell," she gestured to Ravi, who seemed quite taken aback at the sudden inclusion. "Even this man isn't here by coincidence. We know things you don't. But you," she pointed a finger in Casey's direction, letting it bounce a few times before she continued on. "You're the spitfire. So much anger." In an expectant gesture she set her champagne glass off to the side where, as she predicted, Sienna quickly placed her own flue in the hand she was wrapped up in Ravi with and swiftly reached for Ravenna's before she let go. Sienna breathed deep, frustration and irritation in her expression in equal measures. "Mourn, sweetie, is a good man. He'd like to slowly ween you in on the details so that when you finally know the truth it doesn't hit you so hard your psyche doesn't spasm with the sudden realization that everything you know about the world, is wrong. I told him it wouldn't work with you, that you're just a ball of anger directed at a world you are powerless to change. Always trying to do the right thing while everyone around seems to exceed you by always doing wring. It's unfair, isn't it?" "I am the iron fist to his velvet glove, dear. I want to see you squirm and writhe in muck as your mind shatters to try and make sense of it all," her eyes narrowed and Casey, who considered herself a pretty brave person, felt fear. Ravenna was, if anything, evil incarnate with an excellent tailor and a hell of a boob job. "I manipulated you Ms. Mason. With a few choice words and a leaked secret, I had you running off in a fuming huff doing exactly what I knew you would: confront him here in public so when he ignored, like I knew he would, you'd come right back to me willing to do whatever I needed of you just so you could spite him. Yet, you still honestly know nothing as to what's going on. So, full disclosure, Ms. Mason, I lie, I cheat, I do mean things to decent people and yet look around." She gestured to the Gala. "Celebrities and the elite still show up to show out, in the words of the street poet, Bruno Mars. It's collateral damage for being rich, powerful, and ambitious. The less you care, the easier it is to do what needs doing. So, if your morals aren't afraid to get too tarnished, meet me next week, 8PM, in my office at Nyx, thirteenth floor, Google it. I'll make sure expected, and please, don't bother with the elevator, I'm sure your high horse will reach the balcony." Sienna looked to Ravi and offered him a disgusted look in reference to Ravenna, as if to say 'I hate that bitch' while she had the opportunity.
  6. Darrik, WTF, bro?! You have an interview happening up front! Handle your business, dude! Hire the hot chick or I'll hire her for you! Christ dude, focus!
  7. Yeah, I should have mentioned that. The caveat is you have to do that before other people reply... Again though, no biggie, we all do it from time to time.
  8. Don't worry, we all do it at some point, some of us multiple times a day. It's fixable. 1. Copy your post. 2. As the Artsmythe account in the lower left hand side of your post will will see three options: 'Quote', 'Edit', and 'Options'. Click options and hide your post. Make sure you've copied it, because once you hide it, only Justin can see it. 3. Paste your post in a new box. (Do not hit 'Submit Reply') 4. In the lower left hand corner of the text box you will see three options again. One will be a drop down box that says 'Artsmythe' the a slider that reads 'Notify me of replies' and a second slider that reads 'Hide'. Go to the drop down and you will see that your name and your alternante account are both listed. Select the name you wish to post under and then verify it's selected, then hit 'Submit Reply'. The post, even though you posted with you Artsmythe account, should be posted as your Doctor Psypher account. Easy-peasy. Most of us usually write our posts as our main accounts, then switch the name to the alternate account right before we actually post it.
  9. "I'd like to remind the both of you," Horatio spoke up, keeping his voice at a polite tone and just low enough to not invite anymore stares than were already being shot their way at the moment. "That this is my place of business, so if this street level manner of addressing myself and my guests is going to continue, then I'd like to save some time and simply escort you to the door now." His voice had a certain majesty to it, like the normal , casual charmer that he was had simply bled away in a red gush if irritation at being cursed at in the middle of his own gala. After a slight pause, he continued. "Ms. DeSombra's running her mouth again, I take it? She does that, it's in her nature. It's an attempt to drive a wedge and given your penchant for childish, emotional outbursts in lew of direct conversation and problem solving, it's obvious she didn't have to try hard." He looked about as irritated as a person could get. "She and I, since she's already decided to play dirty, are, in essence scouting you, Ms. Mason. To be honest, you as well, Ms. Flynn. The 'security guy' too. Now I have guests that I have to attend to, after all I am working tonight, sort of. If you would like to know more, Ms. Mason, than I highly recommend you hide your crazy, compose yourself, and for God's sake exercise some decorum." He adjusted the button on his blazer, making sure it was set the way that was comfortable for him. "It was nice meeting you, Ms. Flynn, officially. As always Ms. Mason, it's been a pleasure speaking you, to the both of you in fact. I'll address your concerns when I have more time, that I promise you. Now, do try and play nice, ladies." He offered them both a polite nod. "If you'll excuse me." With that he separated himself from their company, answering the summons from a raised hand of an unknown guest with a polite smile on his face followed by a hand shake. He'd left the ladies to solve their personal squabbles, and prevent further outbursts that place a detriment to his event.
  10. This happening? If so, someone do something. Last two post is mine, help me out here.
  11. This still happening guys? Everyone's gone silent.
  12. You won't receive requests, Nina. The sad truth is most gamers are lazy and complacent, they won't actually reach out to find out what's going on. They'll sit and monitor the thread, waiting for someone to bait them or the ST into giving up something so they can chime in with something that appears to be interest. Like I just did. Anyway, I'm down for finishing out the threads. I'd pick it up afterwards, but we all know I'm not in a position at the mo' to take on more games.
  13. So, on a serious note... Anyone planning on doing something with this? I'd hate to see it die because people stopped posting.
  14. I'm kidding. Although, as always, I'm waiting to see what the plug/socket ratio is. Last thing I want is an all female team of Superheroes.
  15. I was thinking a powerhouse. Ex pornstar who became endowed with great strength and invulnerability, and a magic 'lasso' in the form of his junk that extends to several hundred feet. 'Pornacles Shagndropolis' reporting for duty!
  16. Like I said already, with some minor modifications, Exalted's social combat system works great for Aberrant.
  17. "Sorry," Horatio smirked charmingly. "I honestly thought you two knew each other. I've seen you in her shop, as well as the Grimson man, whom we mt a moment ago, the guy doing security. I've seen you all there, I'm sorry, I assumed you three actually knew the others." He motioned to her apologetically, "Please, though, I'm curious about you. Or, perhaps I could enlighten you to a few of the faces out and about around here? It may help you feel not so out of place?" "She found me," Brent replied rather suddenly, like he was prepared for the question. "The woman is connected, bro. She had a list of everyone from our old unit when she showed up on my door step. That's right, she came to me. She wanted the best, but only a few of us were could be found, or were still alive." He looked at Mel with a slight measure of disbelief and worry in his expression. "She's loaded. Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark levels of money combined and she barely looks out of her twenties. For a bit I thought she was the evil daughter of even richer parents, but I'm tellin' ya man, she's a shewed business woman. She's no nonsense and takes no prisoners." He raised a finger to Mel, still gripping his whiskey glass as he did. "Nothing illegal, before you ask, at least not yet. I mean, c'mon, we both know how people with that much power and money do business, especially when she employs a private security force like us." Mel looked around and quirked a brow at Brent. "Okay, not these guys. She's looking for the best, and that's us. Together we can find a few of the others and we can make some serious money. These guys? They're here just for this gig. I'm talent scouting, and right now only a few of them are making the cut." "It could be like old times, Top. Just with better pay." [Casey] Casey is still listening in and there's nothing wrong with that, so far neither Maya or Horatio have noticed her. Your contact is working and it may take her some time to compile and send that email. At the moment none of Casey's actions require addressing. Keep snooping or return to the crowds, it's your call (there's no right or wrong answer). Sienna wrapped her arm in Ravi's and tilted her head, trying to see in the colours what he was seeing. "Don't believe I've ever seen you look so serious." Ravi's eyes just remained locked on the painting, he didn't even register her as being there. "Ravi? Hellooo?" The modern Adonis inhaled and blinked a few times to break himself of his reverie. "Sorry," he smiled in a near perfect recovery. "It's lovely, I was just lost in a thought." "It is, though a bit dark for my taste," his date replied. "Oh, I don't know," came an unfamiliar voice. The calm, accented tones introduced themselves into the conversation as if they needed no need for an introduction. "I'm quite a fan of," as they both turned the perfect features of their hostess's raven black hair and red lips greeted them. She was everything Sienna knew she was loosing with time and age. "The dark." Sienna was caught off guard but it was obviousshe immediately knew who she was standing in front of. "R-Ravi," it wasn't often Ravi had seen Sienna flustered, which only piqued his curiosity. "This is Ravenna D'Sombra, she's hosting all of this. Raven, this is my date, Ravi FitzCoventry." "Sienna," the shadow clad woman extended her hand and smiled. "Thank you again for all you've done for this event. As always, your resources have been invaluable, as has your time." "Anything to help a friend," Sienna smiled, and the way she said it, the way her voice faltered, Ravi felt that 'friend' was a loose term from Sienna's point of view. Ravenna smiled and her face contorted and distorted into something that went from gorgeous and angelic to something demonic and predatory. Like an illusion plastered upon the fact, Ravi, for a moment couldn't tell which was the false face. What was more disturbing, no one else seemed to notice. He'd seen that face before. He knew this woman. He'd dreamt of her before. "Mr. FitzCoventry, a pleasure," the evil smirk on her perfectly red lips declared that he would not allow Sienna to keep him for very much longer. "Philanthropy? Investments? Do tell, where did Sienna find you? I may have to start haunting there myself."
  18. 1. Strengths don't raise power levels. Weaknesses can lower a power level, but the rules don't cover raising. However, since three levels of weaknesses lower a power by one level, the you could rule the three strengths increase it. That's up to you. 2. You don't remove aspects from Mastery. If you do, then you haven't really mastered it. However if it's thematically appropriate, then I suppose you could remove facets of Mastery to customize the power more. That's a choice and you shouldn't be awarded any weakness points for that. 3. I wouldn't describe them. They are at a level of beauty/hideousness that our minds don't have words for. 4. The answer for Luck 10 Mastery 3 is completely situational. I might, I might not. Depends on the scenario.
  19. Thor is still one of my favorite characters that Proc played. To this day, years later, I still chuckle about a massively huge Dolph Lungren stuffed in a clown car sized shitty old Yugo hating his immortality and shit life. I wanted that game to kick off so badly... too many (myself included) ended up ghosting on it though...
  20. "Eh," Dracian shrugged, still feeling well and good hung over from earlier. "It's for the best. Stealing a boat is easy, stealing a crew? That would take way too long." The ship was a cog, a merchant ship with a single mast. The Look-Far possessed both a fore and stern castle with a single deck. This was a larger model with a mast length of 80 feet and a beam of 26 feet. Between the merchant and his crew there were nearly ten men to distract and or kill if they were to commandeer it, but thankfully at the late hour they were either well into their cups save for a few who were still attempting to unload and sort all manner of crates or wrapped bushels of cargo. Several were on the ship while a few kept rotating from the pier to the ship to unload the cargo while the vessels Captain of the vessel stood on the dock arguing with a local dock official or fellow merchant. Neither looked like they's missed a meal in quite some time. Stealing a ship was not the wisest plan, but like most things from Dracian's point of view: it wasn't wrong if there were no witnesses. A distant scream caught the trio's attention as two scantly clad women were pulled up from the hold. They both looked like they'd only endured minor mistreatment, but they were young and certainly attractive. Two of the Captain's crew drug them don the ramp to the pier and thrust them at the feet of the large man the Captain had been arguing with. It was easy to see they were being offered up as some sort of a bribe.
  21. "On occasion," she folded her arms on the table and relaxed a bit. She knew the menu by heart, having tried just about everything on it at least once since her arrival in Salem years ago. Like most all the other Scions she was a product of foster care or shifting between relatives in the states or, the absolute worst, being completely abandoned to live on the streets and survive the Titanspawn on their own. To say being a Scion was a messed up life for a kid was putting it mildly. Since most Titanspawn would hunt down Scions when they were powerless, before their visitation, to have so many in Salem made it a bastion against those who would hunt them. Yokiko had managed to find a good home, filled with good people who raised her on proper Japanese virtues. "He fancies himself our 'second'. Eric's 'yes man' is all he is. Be it me or Mercedes or Bridgette, he is a little pervert and is always finding excuses to touch us or stare at us. I don't care for him, but I do not fault him. This is not an easy life, we have not had it easy, any of us. We all have our issues, so I try not to fault him for his. I did not choose to be with my current Bandmates, my father was quite clear in his orders to join with them, help them, and to always differ to the leadership. So, that's what I do." Darcy approached the table a bit flustered and her ponytail already looking like it had been readjusted and frazzled and readjusted about twelve times. She sighed and smiled in a great heave of relaxed breath. "Okay," she looked to the two of them. "Sorry guys, again it's been crazy today." She wobbled her pen between the two of them, arching a brow. "So, is this like... a thing, or like... a thing? You two." The Daughter of the Tides laughed. She liked Darcy, regardless of which side Scions were on she was always as friendly as possible. "This is lunch, coffee and possibly a movie. Issun saki wa yami." "I don't know what that means," Darcy laughed. Yokiko laughed softly. "I know." The two ordered and to help Darcy a bit, Austin went to the counter and ordered their coffees directly while their food was being prepared. By the time he'd sat back down with her she was tapping away on her phone, which she put face down on the table as he set her cup on the table. She thanked him and after a sip she spoke. "Why me, Austin? You have very little to interesting the girls at school and suddenly you are interested in me? Homecoming, now this?" Her eyes narrowed as she sipped her coffee again. "And 'because I like you' is not an answer."
  22. The bell above the door to The Drip chimed as the couple walked in. The coffee shop was always crowded and it seemed Yokiko loved that about the little place. It was a melting pot of American culture and her expression seemed to light up the moment they stepped in and the scent of freshly brewed coffee hit them and the sounds and bustle of the weekend lunch rush. "Hey guys!" Darci said with a bubbly tone and bright smile as passed them up with her arms full of plates. Dane sat upon the stage, which the Drip had unofficially given him free reign of, since the young man enjoyed singing and playing so much they couldn't pry him away if they tried, plus the the patrons absolutely adored the young musician so him playing on a relaxing Saturday afternoon only helped business. When he saw the young couple he shot Austin a wink and smile and began strumming on his guitar a simple, relaxing melody. "Sit anywhere, guys, I'll be with as soon as I can. Meg called off this morning so it's only me," she apologized and wandered off back to the kitchen. As They maneuvered though the crowd, past the booths, a hand snapped out and caught Yokiko's wrist. "Kiko," asked Horace Farrow who was sitting with Aaron enjoying coffee and a bit of lunch themselves. He gave Austin an unapproving glare, as well as one could manage through one eye. "What're you doing here with this loser? Eric doesn't want us distracting ourselves with the shit heel brigade." Aaron chuckled silently at Austin's expense. As always they started trouble where retaliation would be good and public. The young Scion pulled her wrist away with a twist of her hand (or wrist, Austin couldn't tell the motion was so practiced and swift) she had Horace's own hand, or at least his pinky finger. She squeezed it closed on itself and he winced in agony as she leaned down and silently warned him. "Touch me again Horace, and you will be left for crows. Just because we are Bandmates doesn't mean we are friends. If Eric has issue with my company, let him take it up with me." With a jerk of her wrist, she let him go and kept walking to an empty booth. As they sat, she took a moment to straighten her hair, letting it all fall down one side of her shoulder. With an awkward smile she spoke as Austin was taking his seat. "I am sorry you had to see that. Horace is a, how you say? A handful? He and I are not on friendly terms and is always trying to irritate me and the others in some manner or another."
  23. Just as with the Dance Yokiko answered the door and stepped out onto the front porch. Austin could hear some talking going on inside, probably between her 'parents' and her. He didn't quite make it out, but when she opened the door and peeked her head in enough to say 'Okay, I will.' Then, 'A friend from school.' Followed up with a, 'I will. Don't worry. I have my phone.' She finally closed the door for good and turned and looked at him, slightly flushed. "Sorry, my family can be a bit over protective." Her accent was still thick proving her time in the states had been short. It was a wet autumn afternoon and it smelled like Halloween. Damp leaves and freshly fallen rain filled the air of the small Salem neighborhood. Everything was wet and a slight drizzle swept in on the breeze. Yokiko was in a pair of black jeans and a deep, ocean blue sweater that seemed a little too big on her and of course her thick leather gym bag which Austin knew contained her sword and who knew what else. "Thank you again for inviting me," she offered him a smile as she waved her long hair back behind her ear. Her sweater seemed to tighten at the cuff of wrist, keeping it from sliding back and forth across her arms. "And for the dance as well. I had a great evening. I heard about Niles Horne and what he did. You did a brave thing for your friend, Nadya. To think we were so close to her yesterday at the boutique and I never realized she was ensorcelled. It shows how little my social circle is." She seemed a bit embarrassed. "I don't have many friends."
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