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  1. You are permitted to create the following Exalted: Solars, Abyssals, Lunars, Sidereals, Dragon Blooded. You may not create Infernals, god/ghost/demon blooded, half-case or anything other than what's listed above. Wait, I can play an Abyssal? You can. Deathlords don't exist in the Modern Age so all Abyssals are considered rogue. There are separate rules for them, and it's not a picnic, but you are permitted to play them. • STEP ONE: CHARACTER CONCEPT Choose concept, aspect/caste and Motivation. Note the caste’s anima power. • STEP TWO: SELECT ATTRIBUTES Note that all Attributes start with one dot before you add any. Prioritize the Physical, Mental and Social Attribute categories as primary, secondary or tertiary*. Distribute eight dots among the primary category of Attributes, six dots among the secondary Attributes and four dots among the tertiary Attributes. (8/6/4) *Dragon-Blooded start with (7/6/4) You may raise your Attributes to 5 at this point without spending Bonus Points. • STEP THREE: SELECT ABILITIES Note Aspect/Caste Abilities based on your Exalt type. Select Favored Abilities based on your Exalt type. Choose Abilities based on your Exalt type, follow directions just as printed in their respective books. Dragon-Blood characters are considered 'Dynast' characters, do not use the Lookshy creation rules. You get four free specialty dots to spend among your abilities. • STEP FOUR: SELECT ADVANTAGES Choose Backgrounds (7 -none may exceed 3 without spending bonus points), Charms (Celestial Exalts get 15. Dragon-Blood get 12. You may purchase any charms you like, as long as you qualify for them), Sorcery (Your character may begin with sorcery), Virtues (5; none may be higher than 4 without spending bonus points and all begin with one dot before spending points). Combos - You may begin play with two learned combos free of charge. • STEP FIVE: FINISHING TOUCHES Record Essence (2), Willpower (5), Personal Essence pool (Based on Exalt Type), Peripheral Essence pool (Based on Exalt Type) and health levels (7, plus any gained from Charms). • BONUS POINTS Bonus points (18) may be spent at any time during character creation. • MERITS & FLAWS You may purchase Merits & Flaws but you may not use your bonus points to do so. Merits & Flaws are on a balance system, if you take a 3pt Merit, you must have 3pts worth of Flaws to balance it out. You may purchase Legendary Attribute may only be purchased one. Buying Flaws without Merits does not grant you additional Bonus Points. Bonus Points Trait Cost Attribute 4 Ability 2 (1 if Favored or Caste) Background 1 (2 if the Background is being raised above 3) Specialty 1 (2 per 1 if in a Favored or Caste Ability) Virtue 3 Willpower 1 Intimacies 3 to increase starting Intimacies to (Willpower + Compassion) Essence 7 Charms 4 (3 if in a Favored or Caste Ability)
  2. Is there a market for an Exalted game here? If so what sort of game would people like to see? 1. Vanilla Exalted - You know, the one where the Sidereals are literally to blame for everything and no one is ever allowed to know it because the developers think the Sidereals are just the coolest! The Rainbow Brigade will always hunt you the Bronzies will try to kill you the Goldies will just use you for your power and thanks to the Developers you'll never actually succeed at anything because everyone is always 10 steps ahead of you... 2. 'Modern' Exalted - You know, the one that specifically created for Final Fantasy fans. The world is in peril, but who cares? Every argument is invalid because you got a cigar, a bottle of bourbon, an attitude, oh, and a chainsaw gunblade. This plot is so convoluted I can't even begin to make fun of it... the Solars won... but they're not Solars, they're the other guys and they run the Illuminati and you're gonna take them down because they brought you artifact cars and smart phones and cable T.V. and Wifi... fucking bastards. Discuss.
  3. Dave ST

    Exalted 2E

    I don't recall seeing their version of Peony Blossom, but it's still fan made material. The Errata clears up Essence Gathering and explains Overdrives.
  4. Dave ST

    Exalted 2E

    It does, yes. Now, in both materials there are a few Charms that are balanced enough for actual use. In the past I've used these charms as rewards, meaning you can't purchase them, but they can still be given to you later by the ST as rewards for quest lines, searches for long lost knowledge, etc. As they are though, I prefer not to use them. A lot of them tend to award characters with Essence 5 and 6+ levels of power in the Essence 4 and 5 range (like providing a character with unlimited counterattacks in their turn and the ability to parry unblockable attacks for 5m). Which, I get it, to a point, but having used them in all their glory several times, they can make a game into a real shit show pretty quick.
  5. Dave ST

    Exalted 2E

    No. The Dawn Solution was a fan made book, we will not be using any fan made material. I've seen the stuff people publish... it's horrendous. Fan made stuff is completely outlandish and broke AF. I'm not a fan of Solars punching people into orbit. Sure, it sounds funny and sorta cool... but why? Why would you ever need to? Because if you can do it, there's an Abyssal or Infernal who can do it too... and it's all fun and games until it happens to the players. Keep it simple. Keep it to the official published material.
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    Exalted 2E

    When this was done at the table, it was a lot of 'making it up as we go'. In fact, everyone was simply contributing ideas as we moved along. Creation is still the same, for the most part, it just has a lot larger cities but people tend to forget how big Creation really is. The Earth has a population of approximately seven and a half billion people and a surface area of about 197 million square miles—of which only about 30 percent of the surface is land. Creation has a population of just over 10 billion mortals, plus a substantial population of intelligent supernatural creatures (especially spirits, which number in the billions easily, though spirits with human-level intelligence number “only” in the hundreds of millions). While its surface area is a mere 160 million miles or so, only about a fifth of that is water, leaving about 128 million square miles of land. Additionally, Yu-Shan (the size of the Blessed Isle), Malfeas (incalculably large) and the Underworld (as large as Creation) add to those numbers. The Wyld is potentially infinite. Major cities still exist, and people rarely venture outside of them, why would you when you have everything you need in the safety of the walls you live behind. The Guild still moves product all over Creation, using the same roads built in the First Age, but have long since fallen into a non-enchanted state without the Solars there to renew them. All kinds of monsters, baddies, pirates, undead, and Raksha dwell beyond the walls of most metropolis's but the Average Joe never sees any of that. Exalts aren't average. Beyond those walls are also answers. Ancient ruins, lost crypts, decimated cities now forgotten in piles of ash and forsaken memories. Think of Creation as our world today. Ang-Teng has a very China/India feel to it. Nexus is about as America as you can get. Further north is areas akin to Germany, Russia, etc, while south is akin to the Middle East, Africa, Egypt... Shards of the Exalted Dream gave us very little to work with, like 13 pages (to explain 40 splat books), so a lot of it is interactive story-telling to make the game what we want it to be. Jeremy - Yes, 2.5, the Errata was useful for clarifying a lot. Keep the questions coming. I have a lot in my head and sometimes I forget to touch base on things... questions help me remember.
  7. Dave ST

    Exalted 2E

    Orichalcum hairpin... call it 'The Pencil'.
  8. Dave ST

    Exalted 2E

    Max - Well, Modern Exalted is a pretty oppressed world, but the people are numb to it because they have all sorts of fun tech to desensitize them, like smart phones and gaming consoles (fueled by essence, so I have to admit, that'd prolly be pretty cool). But the main problem is, Creation is dying, slowly but surely, it's dying. No one knows why (and you didn't either until you Exalted) and that's where the characters come in. Without giving away too much, it's suddenly you against the world, literally. Then shit gets real. Explosions you never look at, motorcycle chases, chainsaw gunklaives that slice buildings in half while demons rain from the sky with wing mounted gatling cannons... and you kill everything while sipping a latte, not spilling a drop as you give a cigarette to a baby. Because Exalted. Justin - You can play a Solar in the Modern setting. That's sort of the point... the Solars come back and are like "WTF?!? We leave Creation for a twelve pack of Cherry Coke and an Extra Most Bestest from Little Ceasers... and you fuck everything up!? Oh, hell no." [Queue fight music and explosions and people wailing in the street while the Solars laugh because fuck the world, you're a Solar] You don't have to play a Solar, as long as you keep in mind that Solars are the pinnacle of power (next to Abyssals, and Infernals, of course).
  9. Modern Mythology Special Episode: "The Dance!" ...with the 'death' of Spear-Finger the Scions of Salem high, as well as the mortal students, found themselves face to face with one of the greatest challenges so far this semester: the Homecoming Dance. As far as social functions went it was the first dance of the year and the event that would make or break a social standing for a student for the remainder of the year. Facing evil, mutated spirits and mythological monster of yore was cake compared to *gulp* the derision of one's high school peers. It was a week preparation, at least, and unfortunately the Scions of Salem had spent all their time searching and rescuing children and battling evil Native American spirits and cleaning harpies from the surrounding forest near the lake. Needless to say, they were behind the bell curve on preparedness. It's not to say they weren't doing noble work, they certainly were, but the longer they balanced their natural life with that of the supernatural... the harder it seemed to be. Not to mention the other Scions in Salem were not making it any easier on them... some more than others... "Absolutely not." Robert glared at Micheal as his spoon clinked into his bowl of cereal. "Were it not for a good word from the Sheriff she'd spend the rest of the school year grounded." Rachel sat across from her, 48-hours and counting, still angry, father. Her father, Micheal, who stood behind the island in their kitchen trying to sip his coffee while still debating on Rachel's behalf. "Bob, everyone saw it, she didn't throw the first punch. She was defending herself." "I don't care," she retorted. "I know, I saw the video too! In fact, thanks to our daughter's 'friends' everyone in the world has seen our daughter get into a brawl in a coffee shop. You know who's also seen it? College athletic programs. What creditable school is going to let our daughter attend there after they've seen that? I'm a police officer and you're a lawyer, Michael. People think we have no control over our daughter anymore. Fighting. Bullying at school, breaking property... no. No. I'm done rewarding this sort of behavior. She's not going. After the game tonight," he pointed at Rachel with his spoon. Sure it wasn't very intimidating, but dads just had a way of being intimidating no patter what, and Rachel had two of them! "You butt will be back in this house and up in your room. You understand me, young lady?" Rachel pursed her lips, sighed and rolled her eyes. "Rachel Vivienne," Father Bob snapped at her, using her full name so she knew he was pissed. She hadn't heard that from him since she was eleven. "Don't roll your eyes, did you hear what I said? Home. After game. Am. I. Clear?"
  10. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "Nadya!" Darci fumed, "She's in her underwear, not cool..." Nadya shrugged, "What?" Darci stepped forward towards the dressing rooms. "She was obviously embarassed by," She pointed to Austin than Fisher. "Tweedle Dumb and Dumberer over here seeing her in her underwear. You don't snap a pic of her!" Fisher pointed to himself. "Why do I have to be Dumber-er?" Darci sighed, "Because I don't know Austin as well as you guys, I'm trying to be respectful with my insults." "I appreciate that," he smiled kindly at her. "Yeah, no problem," she smiled back and set off for the dressing room. "Rae? It's Darci... I'm poking my head in, don't flail wildly..." Fisher and Austin decided to chase the rabbit. Every man knew of the ritual women had where they spent ungodly amount of hours together in a bathroom or dressing naked or at least nearly so for reasons completely unknown. Evelyn, after the antics approached Nadya and cupped her chin, twisting her head from side to side making her lips pucker. "Oh... oh, you poor dear...," she released her face and folded her arms, looking at her attire. "No, sweetie... this," she pointed a digit and waved it up and down to signify everything that was... well, Nadya. "Is not what love looks like. No. Not at all. You need to get your house in order, girl. Come dear, and you too little awkward Japanese girl." She pointed down the way to a narrow hallway. "Go speak with Sylvia, she's a sylph, can't miss her. You wan't black? Oh, I specialize in black, honey. For you," she pointed at Yokiko. "Something a little more traditional, she'll get you taken care of." She spun about and glared at Austin and Fisher. "You two... are mine. Go find Tweedle Dumbest and meet me in the men's section. By Dagda's Cauldron... you're bumbling around outside of your league, you don't deserve these women, but that's not for me to judge... least I can do make you look... less like you are now and something resembling 'presentable'. Well, go," She shooed them away. "Men's section, after you've found little Angel Face Billy." "Hmm, perhaps the champagne," Evelyn said to no one in particular.
  11. The three guests, all strangers, were quite aware that had stepped into a world of high society that was leaps and bounds above what they were used to. As far as social stratas went, they were no where near having their feet on solid ground. Manhattan's richest and most affluent individuals were present, from CEOs to Philanthropists to celebrities. The Gala was taking place at the David Zwirner gallery on 19th street, and for an event like this, unless you had seven digits in your bank account, they wouldn't let you smell the food from the street. [Casey] Casey and her people had arrived early, and she still wasn't a hundred percent on board with the idea. Mr. Mourne could talk a good talk, but the dream hadn't left her mind the last several days. Something was eating away at her, like something out there was stalking her and hunting her joy so it could consume it before it found its way to her. Still, she pressed on, and was none to surprised to find that Mr. Mourne had elevated her to his 'Plus One' so while her people and one manager she brought with her were catering, she was free to mingle with sycophants and people she had nothing in common with in a dress she really couldn't afford but was to proud to not show up looking her best (well, on a budget best). Despite it all, she'd yet to see Horatio anywhere but she did catch sight of a few partners from her old law firm. Including the bastard that cost her a future in Law. [Maya] Life had been weird for the last several days. The strange words hadn't stopped, but the doctor she went to see told her there was nothing wrong with her eyes and she was not dyslexic... but that didn't' seem to stop the world from making her see 'things'. The two beings never came back to her 'dreams' so she was thankful for that, yet a part of her was a bit worried... after all, the way they talked, they seemed to be in danger. What if the entity they were running from caught up with them? Then again, they were figments of her addled mind... why should she care? They knew things though, things no one else could have known. "Maya," Mrs. Richards, the woman who had invited her to the event, greeted her as she arrived. Not far from the entrance she and her husband were entertaining a few friends/clients/whatever, shaking hands and smiling. Everyone here looked so wow. Mrs. Richards was in a dress that was worth more than Maya made in a year, pushing up a chest and hugging a butt that cost slightly more than the dress. "Oh, I'm so glad you could make it. You look amazing." She wasn't sure if Mrs. Richards was being serious or just in that placating, complementing mode rich people get into when around other rich people, but it was nice to hear, nonetheless. "Feel free to roam and mingle, Keith and I have to our obligatory 'hellos' and I'll find you and we can catch up." Her smile seemed genuine, but just as fast as she broke away from her husband she was right back at his side, shaking hands and getting her diamonds kissed. [Mel] His finger nails were growing back, that was a plus. Showered, shaved, and in a suit, Mel had to admit, he didn't look half bad. Still not quite sure this security life was for him, he couldn't quite argue the money. Well, he could, but he'd already spent some of it to replace the throw rug he clawed through trying to dig his way to China the other week. He wasn't packing, unless you counted the taser under his jacket (he didn't). Brent had given him the details and for the most part the gig was a cake walk. A few grand to sit here and make sure some idiot doesn't get too drunk? Too easy. The Gala was talking place on the first and second floors of the four story building, and they had men positioned all over the place. Mel was one of a few roamers, security who kept in motion and made sure the guests knew that they were not far off. Mel didn't expect too much trouble, like Brent had said before, the most they'd dealt with was on disgruntled guy several months back. Since then it was all rich guys needing to escorted out to a cab. With a tug at his coat he rolled his shoulders and went back out for a walk around the floor.
  12. Dave ST

    Chosen 02: The Gala

    She replied with a dismissive look in her eyes and a curl at the corner of her lips. "Pff, I care nothing for the catering, but if you must know I have to admit your people are well trained, polite and excel at what they do. A direct reflection of exemplary leadership, no doubt." Just as she expected Ms. D'Somba spoke fast, real fast, like a working woman with fifty million things to do and no time to do them all. "No," she took Casey's flue from her and set it on the tray of a man passing by. He stopped like a robot the moment he noticed her. She selected another, full flue and handed it to the buxom barista. "I did a background check on you, Ms. Mason. Standard procedure for anyone working one of my functions." "I thought Mr. Mourne set all this up. Help me understand, I'm a little confused." Casey graciously excepted the champagne. Even if she didn't intend on drinking it, she learned long ago to just pretend like she was infinitely thirsty and functions such as this one. "That is correct, but only in part." Ms. D'Sombra went on. "Mr. Mourne set all this up, yes. That's his job, but the studio, the artists, the art... all mine. We often work together to organize these little events, but where he has limits within his job for the state... I," she pressed the tips of her perfectly manicured black polished nails to her exposed neckline. "Do not. If Manhattan has a Boss, a C.E.O., a Queen if you feel like being dramatic... it's me." "But enough of that, you, Ms. Mason... you. You are the city's most over qualified barista. Promising law career, in your rather short stint in law you were undefeated, brilliant, some said, I should know, I spoke to a lot of people that worked with you. Then one day, poof. You walk away from it all," that predatory grin rose in her cheeks once more. "There is a story in there somewhere. You're a powerhouse, Ms. Mason, a woman who gets things done. A woman willing to suffer now for the pay off later and I... I admire that. We could do a lot, you and I, but first we need to spray away the stray that's following closely on your heels." She looked down, "Which are marvelous, by the way. Macy's? I saw a pair just like that there not to long ago..." She waved away the distraction she sudden;y just caused for herself and met Casey's gaze once again. "Neither here nor there, look, ask yourself something: why would a wealthy man, who has never been in your shop before suddenly come in and offer me a ton of money I just happen to need? Let me guess, he and his son, no... father used to come in there a lot before you came to run the place?" She nodded. "Yes, I would have gone with 'father'. I'll bet also that you didn't see, or hear, or dream things until the day he walked into your life, did you?" "Well, there's my pitch. Should give you a lot to think about and before you have a chance to barrage me with questions, I'm going to leave in a hurry like some vague prophet in a poorly written movie, but this is my event and I do have to keep moving. Were I you, however, I'd start wondering if my friends are precisely who they say they are." She shot her a fanciful wink and a smile. "It was a pleasure, dear." True to her word, Ms. D'Sombra slapped Casey with a bombshell and strolled off in a hurry to meet an greet even more people. It was starting to look like one more drink wasn't going to be enough.
  13. Dave ST

    Chosen 02: The Gala

    The raven haired socialite paused in attracting Casey's attention for a chat and gazed at Mel, visibly irritated. He expected no less from a woman as obviously stuck up as her. "Did Conner's not tell you? You work for me, Mr. Grimson. Who do you think set up the capital for Mr. Conner's little security business, hmm?" An arrogant smirk formed on her lips. "Oh, he didn't tell you did he?" She chuckled. "Hmph, figures."
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    Chosen 02: The Gala

    Ms. D'Sombra's laughter was quiet, but nonetheless heard in the rather quiet halls that surrounded them. "I like this one, Mr. Mourne. Do get her a column in the newsletter." With a cock of her head as she and all the others tilted their heads to see the painting in the different perspective, she finally smiled. "I'm sold. Do see that it gets to my studio, and... leave it upside down, I always like to be reminded of Mr. Mourne's infallibility. Or is it, ineptitude? Hmm?" The evil quirk of her lips as she glared at Horatio certainly told everyone that there was some unspoken history there. "I'll see to the transaction and the delivery personally." Horatio replied with a tone of barely contained humility. "Excellent," she smiled a smile that only the richest bitch in the room could smile. She pointed to Casey and her eyes took on an almost predatory allure. "You, a word if you please," she tilted her head off to the side motioning for Casey to joint her. Mel moved forward to Maya, not sure if he was to toss her out or what at this point, when Ms. D'Sombra intervened on her behalf. ""Mr. Grimson, she's to be left alone. If she was not here on anyone's invitation, then she's now here on mine. She is to be given anything she requests as long as she is within these walls, am I clear?" "Ma'am," Mel nodded stepped back, offering Maya an apologetic, yet polite nod and a smile. Horatio looked at his phone, rubbed the bridge of his nose and cursed softly under his breath. "E-excuse me a moment, I need to handle something. I'll be back in a moment," he offered an apologetic smile to Casey and left in a hurry. So far, she had to admit, this wasn't the worse date she'd ever had...
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    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    The bell above the door jingled as the four students of Salem High slowly peered in. It was amazing that they could fell beasts in the swamps and battle harpies in the forests... but a simple boutique had them looking about with their heads on swivels, as if some great spawn of darkness was waiting in the shadows to gobble them up. None of them had ever been in her before and Rachel probably would have had a chuckle at seeing them huddled together like the Scooby Gang as they looked around at the unnaturally spacious inside. Fisher looked down as Darci took hold of his forearm unconsciously. Minor affection wasn't uncommon for her and him, they were pretty comfortable around each other after all, but she still didn't know how he felt for her and lately even the minor things seemed more. Yokiko looked around, suspicious of all she saw and stayed close to Austin. She'd had a slight bit more experience with the weirder aspect of being a Scion so the oddity of the shop didn't really surprise her too much, it was who the proprietor could be. If all this was really a trap, she wanted to be prepared. "It... seems so much bigger on the inside. Anyone else noticing this?" Darci looked around at the walls that should be smashing through into the shops on either side of the very narrow alley. "Who decorated this place? It's like a Victorian Hot Topic..." "Hey guys!" They all jumped slightly, straightening out and spinning about to see Nadya standing in the doorway behind them. Austin sighed, slightly embarrassed for all of them that Nadya got the drop on them. "Jesus, Nadya... you scared the hell out of us." They all to a second to chuckle at how foolish it all seemed, being afraid of a boutique... but stranger things had happened. Especially lately. "Um, did I miss National Cosplay day or something?" Darci asked when she saw Nadya in her red and black leather Harley Quinn get up. Fisher shook his head. "Long story..." A clap of hands came from the back and they all turned their heads to face the sudden noise. "Well, well... aren't I the popular one today." Taking her place behind the counter, Evelynn greeted them all with a welcoming smirk. "I am, as you may have guessed, Evelynn. Your friend arrived not long ago, she's trying on a few things in the back. So tell me, dears... what can I do for you today? Got my invitations, have you?"
  16. So, what happens when Tatiana throws a Halloween bash and invites all of Claremont Academy with absolutely ZERO adult or ST supervision? I dunno, you tell me. This is a completely optional thread, started by you, the players. Participation is completely optional, but like most writing project threads, there are rewards to finishing it. 1. This is a collabo thread, meaning all of you will be writing it together. 2. NPCs from Claremont will be there, but I will not be writing for them. I know the list so far is not very extensive, but I can fix that (I can post a list of people we've not mentioned in game, yet). All this means is that you'll have people present... you don't have to use any of them. 3. You're still teens, keep that in mind. Aside from that, I have no say over what you guys do at the party. Within reason obviously (Omega doesn't show up to D.J., for example). It's a party. You're teen superheroes. Get stupid and have fun! ...and seriously, Omega is not showing up to D.J., quit smirking at the screen like that... it's not happening. You may start this project whenever you're ready...
  17. Dave ST

    Chosen 02: The Gala

    "Speak of the Devil, wings, flapping, all that," Horatio stepped up into the conversation, still buttoning his blazer with an exasperated expression that told them both he was done planning Galas for quite some time. "Casey, I am so sorry. I've been held up in the back, it's been... quite a night so far." "The other caterers, champagne, booze, etcetera... haven't been able to get a single thing right and following simple direction is apparently not in their contract," he shrugged, looking confused. "Who would have thought, right?" He paused and realized he was interrupting a conversation. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean-" "It's fine," Casey waved her hand dismissively. "Relax, the bad people can't get you here." She tried to muse and when he chuckled her own smile swiftly followed suit. "Mr. Mourne, this is Mr. Mel Grimson, he comes into the Full Pot pretty regularly. Turns out he's working security tonight. Small world." "Ah! Well, any friend of Casey's," he turned with the playboy smile of his and extended his hand. Mel tried to correct him, "We're not really fr-" "Horatio Mourne, pleasure to meet you," he powered on, Mel's attempt to set the record straight just sorta went on unheard. Casey just smiled and gave Mel a look and a roll of the eyes that said 'just go with it'. He seemed born for politics. "Please, call me Horatio. I keep asking Miss Mason to do the same, but she is adamant to call me Mr. Mourne. So until she starts I'm retaliating with 'Miss Mason'." He motioned to the two of them, "Hey, let's have a look around, shall we? I promised I'd show Miss Mason around, please, I'd love for you to join us." "I really should get back," Mel pointed to the gala as a whole, signaling it was time he got back to work. "Nonsense. I'm running the show tonight, Mel. C'mon, five minutes or so, take a break, amuse the guy signing the check that will eventually become a check signed by someone else, that will end up in your pocket." He smiled and ushered them onward. "Seriously, I could use a break. Doing events like this should be one of the main arguments for legalizing pot, I swear. Hard liquor just isn't helping anymore..." He escorted them away, through a few of the hallways where the art was being displayed. He mentioned a few of the artists, but in all honestly none of them were really interesting enough for either of his guests to care all that much about. He was passionate about his field though, and they did their best to look interested and entertained as he pointed out nuances and depths, and meanings from each of the pieces he showed them. Mel and Casey, still relative strangers managed to sneak at one another from time to time and offer up an awkward 'I have no idea what he's talking about' shrug. It wasn't until one of the less trafficked halls then his enthusiasm seemed curbed when his eyes locked on a lone guest. She was dressed 'casual' by comparison to the others and seemed more out of place than anyone they'd seen all night. Truth be told, she looked more like someone who had slipped in the back door for free champagne and finger sandwiches. "Excuse me, miss," he approached her, unsure if really belonged at the event. "You seem lost," he managed as the most politest way of saying in front of his company 'you don't seem to belong here'. At least he had Mel handy to throw her out. "Nonsense," came a seductive voice soon followed by a woman dressed in a black evening gown that looked like it cost more than anyone made in two life times and judging by the plunging neck line her and Casey could have had the same tailor. Her cheek bones were perfect, her red lipstick was perfect, she was just... you get the idea. She was easy to hate. Her pitch black hair was tied up in a tight bun. "I was just about to ask the little darling what she thought of this piece." "Ms. D'Sombra, I didn't know you'd be here this evening," Horatio's tone implied that he 'hoped' she wouldn't be here this evening. "You know her?" Ms. D'Somba gives the out of place Maya a dismissive once over then chuckled. "Oh, heavens no. I know art, however, and I know the look of someone with an eye for it. I'm simply curious what she sees in it." Her voice carried with all the charm and warmth of a tiger's growl when suddenly her face seemed to be overlapped by something else, a vague, phantasmal visage of something monstrous or demonic concealed just under the surface of her own flesh... then as swiftly as it appeared, it was gone. "So," she asked with a twisted grin on her face. "See anything interesting?"
  18. "Beware Our Power!" Previously, on Hero Academy... the ladies tried to enjoy a night out and the guys tried to just hang out for a bit. When suddenly their evenings were ruined by strangers falling from the sky and villains attempting to cause riots in the Yellow Brick Row promenade! Fear-Master, having donned the power ring that fell from the sky off the hand of one of two strangers who fell to Earth from an alternate reality, has been granted powers far beyond his ability to control! With Curtis and Richard already on the scene and the ladies in route we join our heroes as they face off against their most fearsome opponent yet! "Haha!" Citizens rioted in the streets as silent waves of hypnotic tones drove them insane from small transmitters mounted all over the promenade of Yellow Brick Row. Sirens could be heard in the distance but Fear-Master didn't concern himself with them in the slightest. He hovered just off the ground, his rags having become the black and yellow custom fit of a Fear Corps. member. "The power! None can stand before me! Yes, yes! Rip each other to pieces, let the nightmare of your own horrid existence consume you all!" After having fallen off the finger of Sinestro during his decent to Earth, his power ring could not establish a connection to the battery's database and locate where in the known multiverse it had ended up. With no location and no means of searching for a new host since it had no battery to attune to, it entered a mode of self preservation in an attempt to keep its charge high enough that it could remain on line in case the Sinestro Corps. came looking for it. Now, on the finger of one calling himself 'Fear-Master' it seemed to have struck pay dirt, as The Fear-Master seemed quite capable of generating enough yellow fear energy to keep the ring charged. Now... only seven heroes stand in the way of one villain with a weapon possessing cosmic power enough to rip their city apart...
  19. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "Well, I just know what I've heard," Billy said casually, apparently willing to give up whatever his girlfriend wanted to hear. "Apparently your sexuality is on the table for discussion because of Mercedes and her little 'Amazons'," he air quoted, not understanding that they actually were amazons. "She's been blowing up your rep since before I got back, not sure why though. Not even sure why people are believing her still, I mean, you have a boyfriend. Your femininity, well..." he seemed reluctant all of a sudden to come out with the truth. "Football was really the turning point for that, but it's like you've been on a warpath lately... people think it might be pre-op hormones." The glare Rachel gave him could have melted ice. Evelyn laughed. "Dear, don't put faith in what others say, there's nothing wrong with who you are, considering the burdens you've been shouldered with." "What burdens?" Billy asked, a bit puzzled by the statement. "Not my place to say, child." Evelyn looked Rachel over, giving her a once over. "I said you were 'rough' darling, not classless or backwoods. You've the beauty, sure, but everything else is attitude, of which you've a plenty. As I said before, in Gaelic, I can't make a silk purse from a pigs ear. Meaning: I can't make you into anything you're not. There's not dress in the World that could do that... but, you're not the first shield nibbling Aesir that has come to me with a need for a make over for one event or another. Follow me." "Aesir?" Billy looked at Rachel who simply shrugged and followed. "This place is messed up..." Rachel wasn't sure where they were in the store, the place was huge! They passed through a few displays of various clothing separated by age, gender and... this was a new one for her, time period. There were outfits for all kinds of people, some apparently had multiple arms, while others had wings, maybe? Regardless her clothing seemed to sport all the latest fashions in sizes and cuts appropriate for about any strange or large mythical species. She couldn't help but smirk when Billy pulled a t-shirt off the rack and it had four sleeves. The look on his face as he tried to do the math was priceless. "Look, I'm not really good at this sort of thing..." "'Thing' being waking up every morning and spending three hours on your hair and make up so you can face your adoring public?" Evelyn smiled and turned to the racks of clothing along the walls, all resting snug in a nook surrounded by gorgeous carvings in the wood surrounding them. "Well, not everyone is. You see the reason some people have to do all that, dear, is because they have to work at being beautiful. Others, like yourself, are simply born with it and it requires a bit less work." It was one thing to hear Billy or her fathers say she was beautiful, they were close to her, and partially obligated, which meant it was hard to take at face value. Evelyn, however, was a stranger, to hear her compliment her in such a way out of hand carried with it a bit more face value. She knew she was attractive, hell, she was a cheerleader, but still, it was nice to hear. Evelyn smiled. "Rachel, dear, you're beautiful on the inside. You're brave, protective, stern, forthright and selfless. Those are beautiful qualities and they radiate from within you to those around you making others better for having known you," she selected a lovely dress from the rack and handed it to her. "That light is what makes you gorgeous in ways others will always envy. Dressing rooms are over there." She swayed her head to a narrow hallway not far from them.
  20. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "My 'ex'," her sneer announced that first wave of cattiness had begun. Rachel knew little of other gods or pantheons, and her penchant for tact always left much to be desired. In short, all she needed was a shield to chew on and she'd be a complete Aesir. "Well, aren't you just a ray of sunshine. The simple answer is: yes, I think I can." She smiled wide, her red lips almost malicious in their intent. "I like you. Under all the ham-fisted bravado," she twirled her finger in reference to Rachel. "There's quite an interesting woman, no doubt." She took the torn ticket from Rachel and looked them over with a quirked brow, as if to imply she wasn't the least bit surprised that Rachel's would bear the mark of her distinctive, yet destructive, personality. "Yeah, they got torn," Billy chimed up, dutifully covering for his 'girlfriend's' knack for breaking things. "Hope they're still good." Evelyn folded the ticket halves over one another. A moment later she unfolded them and they were whole again. No rips or tears, and even the crease of her fold had disappeared. "Of course they're still good," she said while lying them on the countertop. "They're only purpose was to lure you here, and now that you're in my shop." Her eye narrowed evilly. "You can never leave. Frankly it was easier than I thought..." Rachel clenched her fists and scowled. Evelyn broke into a melodic laughter that left her breathless for a moment, she was fanning herself with the tickets as she tried to speak. "Oh, sweetie, I'm only kidding. You really need to lighten up. Yes, William, yes... the tickets are still 'good'. After all, they're mine, I can do with them as I please, honor them or not, as I see fit." She walked around the counter, now approaching Rachel on equal footing and realizing were it not for heels of her boots, she and Evelyn would be about the same height. She held a finger up as she stopped in front of Rachel. "However, allow me a moment to educate you on something sweetie, this one's," she presented the ticket she mended. "A freebie. You're young, new and a bit fresh to all this madness, so I'll let the fact that you spat on my invitation and, by proxy, my hospitality, slide this once. However, child, I would urge you to be more careful of what you go around breaking and destroying... one day you might break something that can not be replaced. In the future, think before you act." She shot Rachel a slate clearing wink. "Now," she placed her hands on Rachel's shoulders. "You came for answers, and a dress, yes? Marius said you were a little... 'rough', but I think we can find you something that doesn't involve camouflage or professional wrestling."
  21. Dave ST

    IC: SE: "The Dance!"

    "Okay, you're in enough trouble as it is," Billy closed the door to Rachel's mustang and walked up the curb, meeting her by the hood. "You sure this is a good idea? Your dads are gonna lose their minds." Rachel scoffed, rolleing her eyes. "Yeah? So it'd be different how? In for a penny and all that, what can they do? Double ground me..." a shiver ran up her spine as she shook away the hebie geebees from quoting Nadya. She mumbled under her breath. "All Father, I'm starting to talk her. I need to hit something, soon-ish." "Hmm?" Billy perked his brow up under the impressions he'd heard something. She blew it off and simply approached the store front. "Nothing, just... well, here it is." The shops at the pier were just as she remembered them, Billy too. four rows of shops, the Drip along the northern row, was a common hangout for them. Today they looked at the eastern row, just before one met the ocean view.Rachel had been here many times before and quickly noticed that 'Evelyn's Boutique' was certainly new. A thin building that seemed like it was squished and wedged in between two other buildings where Rachel knew an alley used to be. It was nearly half the size of the other shops built in classical 'town square shops' manner of style. It was black with black and golden cloth awnings hanging over the windows to keep the sun out. On each of the two front windows on either side of the single pane glass door was gaudy, yet beautifully written was 'Evelyn's Boutique'. In each of the display windows were mannequins dressed in the latest feminine fashions that Rachel didn't particularly find herself wanting, but certainly could appreciate their quality. One wore a simple pair of leggings that fit the display perfectly with a white top cut a bit low but still keeping it classy and a pair of wedge heels that were certainly modest. The other was in simple jeans, yet they again hugged the display to show how they could easily accent a woman's frame along with an attractive black top that fell off the shoulder. Both were adorend a variety of accessories like bracelets and necklaces, all of which she noticed had intricate knot work etched into them. "I'm generally a mall guy, but this place has seems to have some nice stuff," Billy pointed to the glass. "Love that belt buckle, pretty cool." Then it dawned on her that her and Billy were not seeing the same things in the windows. "C'mon," she smiled at him, reaching out for his hand. "Let's check it out." Doubtfully her date sighed and raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "Small place, I doubt the got much." The closer Rachel got to the door the warmer she noticed her butt getting. There was a time when she would have found everything wrong with that previous statement, but now that she was the daughter of a god, it was pretty much her typical Monday. Giant wolves, child eating hags in the lake, oh, and now her ass was on fire. Yup! Monday! With a sigh she pulled her two tickets of golden foil paper out of her pocket and saw that they were now, quite alight with a soft golden aura and faint trickle of golden motes like fairy dust in every Disney movie... ever. "What the hell?" Billy mumbled. Rachel looked to him, the tickets, and back to him. "Y-you can see this? You're seeing this?" A voice echoed in the threshold where they stood. It was stern, feminine and laced faintly with am educated Gaelic accent. The door opened on its own. "He can see it. Now enter children. One mustn't linger in doorways. It's considered... rude." Gripping Billy's hand a bit tighter she crossed over the threshold, because Rachel Cooper wasn't about to be intimidated by anyone, especially some... 'Wow.' Was all her mind could form as it was paralyzed in absolute wonder and awe. The shop was huge on the inside, with a second floor in the back she could see because it had an impressively carved balcony railing. The small shop should have been smashing into the sides of the two stores on either side of it, but... it didn't. The whole place was adorned in blacks, reds, golds and silvers. Ever inch of every surface was covered in beautiful baroque carvings depicting knot work, symbols, and patters that amazed as well as hypnotized. Racks, shelves, display cases were all covered with items of obvious function and others whose functions remained quite questionable. Clothing from all periods hung from circular wooden racks, just like those one might find in an outlet store, but the carvings, the detail! The entire room was lit by old, 18th century oil lamps in the wall and from massive chandeliers, putting off way more light than it seemed like they could. "You must be, let me guess... split ends, black heads, clogged pores, dirt under the nails, jeans, t-shirt... Rachel Cooper." On the balcony stood an attractive woman in her late thirties, early forties that had the cougar look perfected. True to Archimedes's description she had a penchant for black and her lips were blood red. It didn't surprise Rachel much, most of the Scion-like people she'd met so far seemed a bit flamboyant. She was in black leather pants and a black blazer that was low enough to show that teasing line of cleavage and it seemed to shimmer like a fabric she'd never seen, as if it were sequined without the sequins. A single blood red rose adorned her lapel. Her hair was long and black, pulled up tight in a tall topknot that cascaded down her back, blending with the shadows of her outfit. All of her buttons, buckles and jewelry were silver set with black opals, several of which were in the form of ravens. Ugh," she rolled her eyes, obviously unimpressed with Rachel. "Damn you, Marius. Cuir síoda ar ghabhar ach is gabhar i gcónaí é!" She shook her head and gave them the universal gesture that she would be one moment. "I'll be right down." She turned away from the balcony, her long hair swaying with the turn on her perfect curves. "So, ditching school. You're early," Rachel gasped in shock and spun about as the woman was now standing directly behind the counter not far from them! She cracked a matronly, yet wicked smile. "Oh, stop it. That's the least of the oddities you'll find here, honey." "How did she?!" Billy looked to the balcony, then to her, then back to the balcony. "Oh!" She seemed to be alight with glee. "You haven't told him," her laugh was like freezing water you just wanted to be drowned in. "This is going to be wonderful." She leaned against the counter on one elbow, giving Billy an eyeful of cougar cleavage that Rachel caught him gawking at. She extended her leather gloved hand to them both. "Greetings, sweetie. I am Evelyn. Purveyor of exotic antiquities and homecoming attire."
  22. Dave ST

    The Shadows OOC

    ...what chest? I don't think he's oolging, I think he's looking for it.
  23. So, you've all tossed your hats in the ring, what are we looking at as far as concepts? We don't need character creation rules to discuss who your character is/was before the game got started. So? What're we looking at?
  24. I'm interested in playing a Vampire, especially if everyone else is choosing the other protagonists. I'll even play more than one, if need be.
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