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    Lilly stood there, still holding Kyle on her hip still, as she watched things play out in her mind. Despite all of her nearly limitless strength, speed and invulnerability, she had to stand there... a silent, powerless witness to the death of her father... at the hands of somebody she called a friend. Lilly, who the other Irregulars has always known as so tough, steadfast and confident, dropped to her knees, clutching Kyle close as her face twisted into a silent mask of anguish. She shut her tight, so tight that she was not sure if she if light would ever reach them again, as if trying to block the image of the fear on her face of her father. All her life he had been there. He helped her fall in love with sports and athletics, instilled in Lilly his work ethic, patriotism and sense of duty. He coached her and taught her so much that has helped her, even now, or especially now, that she was a Key. She never doubted his deep, unconditional love for her. He was her mentor... her protector... her superhero. And now he was gone. And for Devin be the one to do it, to take his life and rob her of her father, and to do it so casually, made it hurt even worse. She knew he was hurt and angry, but this was a new level. She had thought that Devin would never do something like this that would hurt her so bad. Not Devin. Maybe it was the naivete of youth, but she thought that they had something special, at least on some level... that he cared for her. This though, this was cold and uncaring, taking the life of her father with unthinkable casualness. It just wasn't right. Lilly opened her tear-filled eyes and looked to Sean. "I know you will." she said, nodding as tears began to streak down her cheeks. "I need to see my mom, to tell he-" she said, as her voice cracked. Sean nodded. "Mckeller said you would. I can beam you to him and he'll get you to her." ""I want to go with Lilly." the little boy in her arms said. Lilly forced a smile as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. She hugged him and nodded. "Don't you worry about any thing. Remember what I said? I'll make sure you safe. You'll get to meet my mommy too. She's really nice." Kyle nodded and rested his cheek on Lilly's shoulder, closing his eyes as she held him close. "I'll leave a Vanguard with you guys, or more if you need. Either way, I'll be back. Too many are in danger." she said, trying to regain her composure, even if it were just a thin facade. She then looked to Jeane. "Sorry you had to see that." she said, even now still thinking of others. "We'll make sure your family is safe too. If you want to stay with them for now, then believe me, we understand. If you want to stay with us, then you are with us." she explained.
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    Television had lied to Jeane. There was something deeply odd about a voice by-passing her ears entirely with how keyed up she was with this mysterious crusher in the area. The blonde daredevil jerked straight up at the silent conversation in her head, nearly dropping her sword in the process. Then she grimaced and tried to push a 'hello' back. She didn't quite get it right. The Irregulars got a raw stream of bubbling excitement and nervous determination interposed with stuttering, broken snatches of old scuffles, jumps, and tumbles, the younger girl gearing herself up for the fight by subconsciously reviewing every trick she knew and praying that it would be enough. <...mN iT,> came back the first actual words over the link, distorted as they were by the subsiding emotional vomit straight from Jeane's head bereft of any filter. Blushing in embarrassment, she tried again, message still Dopplering with emotional feedback. <hI. i'M jEaNe. GrEAt To MeEt YOu. yOU HAve No IDEA hoW cOOl tHis IS FoR mE. mEETING YOU thAT iS. NoT the unknown moNSTer, tHAT iS.>
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    Init: 1d20+4 15 GM, without a map I should ask...how many of these dead critters can I get into a 15' cone effect without roasting some PC's too? Also, can I get more if just Delgath is in the area? That'd be okay.
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    Her sprint chewed through the distance, the only sounds she could hear the beat of her music and the thundering of her heartbeat, with a grunt she launched herself from one rooftop to another. Much quicker than trying to take the streets. She'd only hit the road itself once she reached her usual drop off point by her favourite stand. She wouldn't have time to stop properly today, though. Not with the call going out like it had. Usually they were left to their own devices as far as jobs went. The master only occasionally making requests of various members, and even then, it was more the S classes, so for it to be broadcast to the entire guild at once had her heart racing in anticipation. A familiar scent had her nose twitching and a wide grin stretched over her features as she came to the final edge. Launching herself over that with a whoop of delight, she hits the ground hard, rolling to bleed off the force of the fall and coming back up in a full sprint once more, momentum barely interrupted. Her hand dives into her pocket and she slams a handful of change down on the wooden counter of a stand, snagging her usual freshly baked treat from where it rested beside it. A quickly hollered thanks, a glowing smile, and a rapidly spinning coin sitting on top of a pile of it's brothers the only evidence of her passing. The stall owner barely even acknowledging the whirlwind that had just swept through his little store, raising his own hand in farewell and shaking his head, no doubt muttering imprecations on how she'd break her neck doing that someday. Coming through the guild doors at full speed, she dodges around Luci, boots almost skating over the floor as she plops onto one of the benches, her momentum sending her sliding down the bench where she comes to rest beside Brennan with a cheerfully chirped "Afternoon" addressed to the room at large before biting into her treat with obvious pleasure. One hand rising up to pull her headphones down to rest around her neck, the muted strains of her music issuing forth.
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    Even as she asked the question, Madeline reloaded her rifle and noted the likely spots where a combat synth would likely have a back up system. That had been too easy. No way this godless shell was dead in just 2 shots from her weapon. Much as she'd like to claim otherwise, somethings wouldn't die that easily to anything less than a heavy frame's primary armament. No. In the case that you lacked something like that, you needed to take steps. You double-tapped. Madeline pulled the trigger at an intact looking potential back up system on the unmoving shell and let the vibration echo through the hull. You triple-tapped. Madeline pulled the trigger at an intact looking potential back up system on the unmoving shell and let the vibration echo through the hull. You quadruple-tapped. Madeline pulled the trigger at an intact looking potential back up system on the unmoving shell and let the vibration echo through the hull. The Protectorate Marine frowned as she ran out of targets on the robot's ventral side. Damn it. If the zombie was playing dead, it was playing dead really really well, and she'd have to walk over there and flip it over to finish her six-fold vengeance against it. That had been too easy.
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    Kia had time to roar before the energy of Pandora's attack struck her dead on. The blades clanged uselessly against Kia's armored hide. The laser beams annihilated her on contact, burning through scale and flesh and bone, slicing the dragon unevenly wherever it tracked across the serpentine body. Kia peeled away, sliced in a long wavy line until it finally cleaved through the other side of her, letting the two 'halves' fall apart. ...and then ropes of flesh flung out from the two 'stumps,' of her, grasping each other in midair as they fell. More and more, thicker and thicker, they quickly sealed the two halves together again. Still regenerating, the Dragon Kia roared as she pulled out of the uncontrolled dive and arrowed straight at Pandora! Though her claws missed, the tendrils extending from the end of her tail, almost like the bristles of a lion's tail but fleshier, managed to drag over Pandora as she flew past. The casual touch was enough. Kia was ready for it, and immediately concentrated on her senses...attempting to 'feel' the quantum echo of Pandora's powers in her own body. (Used Cellular Persistence to 'dodge' all but 1 HL of the attack, using Quantum Imprint on a touch attack to attempt to duplicate powers!)
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    Vesper gave Yuuki a flat look. She had history, math and science on her phone? Like physically on it? She brought out her iPhone and tossed it, and its earbuds, onto the table alongside Yuuki's phone. "Ten gigs of thrash metal and a PDF copy of the Anarchist's Cookbook," she said. "Take it or leave it." Ah shit, the cat vids! Maybe she won't notice. "There's stuff we can TELL you too though," Vesper added. "Like, with actual human interaction or something."
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    As per the latest Monday Meeting Notes blog, Trinity Continuum: Aberrant is in manuscript approvals with Rich.
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    The world was in shades of grey where her swirling memories were saturated with colour. The soft wind was cold on her scalp and cheeks. Sean dug out one of the extra jumpsuits from her pack. Testing its stretch, she cut off one of the legs of a jumpsuit, then cut off a wide band. She pulled it over her head, and it fit well enough, covering part of her ears like a too wide headband, the extra material on top flopping over. She took it off, made a a few cuts and slits with the k-bar, and after some pulling and tying, she put her 'hat' back on. It looked stupid, like a mangled beanie, but it worked well enough. Sean took a deep breath as she watched the grey waves of lake Michigan lap against the shore with a strange flatness. The air smelled flat too, no sense of life too it, nor even the smell of exhaust or garbage, city smells. She turned back and studied the ruins of Chicago, looking for movement, lights, something to indicate life, as Lilly made her assertions and suggestions. "I don't disagree with things being... inconsistent," Sean said, even her melodious voice sounding somewhat flat out in the desolation. "The tech back in there..." She nodded back towards the doorway in the hill they had come from. "With it, with that... I wouldn't discount the Fermi reactor - or a version of it - running whatever we were part of. Lilly, the reactor wasn't just built at the University, the reactors and the University of Chicago were one of the sites for Government Research on the Manhattan Project. A government slash military run project, not mere college phd projects." The slender girl shrugged a shoulder. "If I was running things, sure, I'd give this place it's own power supply. But maybe they didn't have the funding for another reactor, or the space down there, or thought it unnecessary, or maybe even dangerous. I do know thinking of this as just another 'simulation' is a dangerous way of going about it. It would be better to just think of it as real. If we can't distinguish the difference, then for all intents and purposes, it is real. As for your big door..." Sean raised an arm and pointed at the hill to the left of the small door they had exited from, glancing from Lilly to Jeane. "It's right there, buried from the hill slumping or on purpose at some point. Unless you think those tracks that lead to the big doors drop down at a seriously steep angle right on the other side. I bet..." Without waiting to say what she bet, Sean began walking briskly away from the hill. Just a few dozen yards away, she found what she suspected, breaking though the dirt, dark with grit and disuse, but unmistakable. "Train tracks," she called out. "Leading towards the city." Sean walked back to the group at a more sedate pace. "Train tracks back to the city, to the campus even, for all we know. Could be reasons to build off site. More remote, so less eyes, curious university eyes. Or they didn't have a place secret enough situate the project, or couldn't built a place like this there without raising more questions on site. Regardless, I think we'll find more answers there than we will here playing with the phones. We certainly won't find less." Her jaw set with stubbornness. "So I'm going instead sitting here and building base camp. We apparently have waited for over a hundred and fifty years. I'm done with fucking waiting." She nodded at Lilly's pack which held one of the water condensers. "If the condensers are anything like the ones I designed, it should make perfectly clean, potable water. If something gets through the condensing process, I don't think boiling the water will deal with it any better. Everything you want to look for, we can look for on the way, Lilly." Sean got ready to set out, with or without anyone else, taking stock of what she had with her in her own pack, and glanced over at Abel. "Without continual maintenance, you'd be surprised how quickly infrastructure can decay." She gave the bleak sky a dismal look, one part slightly brighter than the rest that might have indicated the sun. "I have a few guesses on how this could have happened, but they are only guesses at this point."
  10. 1 point
    "I value the experience and opinion of all of my officers. If you feel the matter is settled, then that is good enough for me." J'Sira said with a nod. "Additionally, then purpose of the diagnostics is to ensure the safety and functionality of the ship under my watch, and was not meant as any sort of critique of the engineering staff or their abilities. With the reduced crew after the Baldur 4 incident, and with the immediate focus thereafter being on the preservation of life and construction of the stasis pods, as well as getting back to Asgard Station, I found it improbable that all of the appropriate diagnostics had been run. But, if your and the other chief's judgement is that the Destiny is 'Shipshape and Bristol fashion', then once again, that is good enough for me. I am not only further impressed, but I will also check with the XO about the possibility of shore leave on the station." J'Sira walked over to Petty Officer Harkness and offered him a handshake. "And finally, I would like to say thank you. I appreciate what you did and it only further cements my opinion that I am serving with some of the finest Starfleet has to offer." she said sincerely. "I may look mostly Vulcan, but I do have a heart." she said with a small, warm smile and them mused, "an eight chambered one, in fact." "If there is nothing else, then you are dismissed." "Oh, and in the future, Ma'am or Sir is fine." she added.
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    "Is this hired from the Veskarium directly?" Gorunta asked. Clevus shrugged. "Don't know, doesn't matter." "It would, but." Gorunta started laughing heavily. Once he was finished, he answered the looks he was getting. "Herschwin's an idiot. He thinks just because I'm a vesk I can be a diplomat to other vesks? Does he think I'll punch them into agreement? Racist idiot."
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    Sebastian soared over the city, hitting a rooftop before launching himself off towards another one. He was in a shredded black suit, heavily stained with mud and driven over several times for that authentic 'buried in a swamp look'. His hair was bleached as white as his skin and combed in such a way that his head looked flat. He had to hand it to Cosima, she sure could do any sort of hairstyle, even to the point of making someone's head look like it was flat. Sebastian wasn't really much of a comic book nerd and being raised in middle-of-nowhere Montana meant that he really wasn't up to speed on the pop culture of superheroism either. He knew the Freedom League, who didn't, but aside from that he had to do a lot of googling in his room to figure out what a 'Solomon Grundy' even was. A zombie guy buried in a swamp, was about as far as he got when he decided it was perfect for Tats party. 'Bastian, being himself, never realized that Tatiana's was pretty much all set with food, beverages and everything else one would need for a get-together, but his mom had taught him when he was a young(er) man that you never showed up to a gathering without bringing something. So here he was, leaping across town with a duffel slung over his shoulder filled with what every good Montanan knew was proper for a Halloween party: apple cider and donuts. The only real tricky part was leaping about the suburbs of Emerald City dressed like an invulnerable zombie and not getting the National Guard called on him. Luckily, it turn out to be an issue. Tatiana noticed her classmate soar over the gate in a (very) low arc, avoiding casual detection by nosy neighbors. It wasn't hard for her to hear Sebastian hit the ground, not only was the kid a mountain of muscle, but he was rarely, if ever, graceful. He approached her slowly, walking with a sway in his arms like he was angry and ready to throw down. He held his arms out wide giving her a view of his costume. "Grundy party." "Nice," she nodded her approval. "Thank, ya," he smiled with that bit of Montana drawl in his voice he could never quite hide. "An yer looking as lovely as any fictitious sociopath could." Sebastian's Montana charm and perpetual politeness was enough to make anyone's sweet tooth ache, even Tatiana, who wasn't much for sweet talk and platitudes, had learned to take it in stride. After all, one thing was certain about Sebastian: his kindness and compliments were genuine, the damn kid couldn't help but be anything but country mannered. "It vill take more that country charm to vin dance with me," she mused. "Vhat's in the bag?" "Oh! Yeah," he swung it about and hoisted it off his shoulder. "I brought cider and donuts. Had to go to the donut shop and get them fresh baked. Can't have a Halloween party without cider donuts. Back home, we'd all be sittin' in the barn sippin' cider, waiting on the haunted hay ride wagon to swing around. We'd swap ghost stories, talk about class, bob for apples... y'know, party stuff. Man, we had ourselves a heck of a time!" "Sounds like a riot," she said, deadpan. "Give to the kitchen staff, they will put it our for everyone." He looked up at the mansion that was Tatiana's home. "Whew, you got a kitchen staff? I'll be. Should be enough for everyone, I bought for about fifty people or so. Figured that was over doing so people could have seconds if they liked. Heck, we usually ended up with thirty or so and so much left over food." "Fifty people was... a lot?" Tatiana smirked evilly. "That's so adorable."
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    Updated. Pasting into the sig now.
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    Update's done and is in the sig!
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    Ruin halted at the head of the caravan as Dread noticed no one seemed quite as anxious as him to leave and move on to better things, like booze, women, stories and women and booze. The chime seemed to punch him in the ear holes as he winced and stuck in a finger, wiggling it around in a vain attempt at clearing out the noise. As one may have guessed... it didn't work. "Uhh," he looked around for the disembodies mechanical voice. "I'm Dread Delgath... I just said that, like twenty seconds ago... to her." He pointed at he mounted fae on her unicorn. "I want, uhh... titties and beer. Not, like... my own tits, but like, someone with really amazing tits to bring me beer." He dismounted Ruin and walked towards the gem, wading slowly through people as he did, making room for himself to get closer as the Fae girl spewed a million questions at it. "All kinds of beer. And uhh, that last question... wow, that's a uh, doozie. I mean, why are any of us here, really? I mean, ain't we been asking ourselves that question since we could ask questions?" "Why have it explained to you?" He said to Sigil, whom he towered over. She was majestic and radiant to his primal... dimness. "If you can't understand it without an explanation, then you certainly won't understand the explanation," he said to her with all the charm and courtesy she expected from a man like him. "Sure!" He said a loud to the voice. "Set us up a Pantheon. A Genesis Seed sounds like something I could have some fun with."
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    RHO, LUNA THE WRECK AT THE LAKE INSIDE THE DOME Mimir's restrictions prevented the human mind from losing its defects, even when digitized, but still, Vaughn was freed from the grip of hormones a bit. Sure, in VR you could still have hot sex and the fun, but some things didn't translate over between meat-space to Extranet, thankfully. Besides, this was not just a pretty face (and succubus body). She apparently knew about Kwon. Odds of getting the core back went down drastically. And the case would be more difficult for sure - hello hello, what's this? Smiley delivered him with a slight bow, a manila envelope, which Vaughn opened up with a flourish. Ryan received more private AR communications from Vaughn. "Do remind her that by the same token, she can't open it without a warrant - and I doubt a judge will authorize one considering this." It was a page showing the public launch date of the grav train - which certainly wasn't today, or tomorrow. It was well down the week. "This was an unannounced test run. The first car clearly was intended to be incinerated along with the rest." And Kwon as well, leaving only the indicators that he was still part of House Kimura. Most interesting. "She can't demonstrate that the case had anything to do with the bombing. I have prepped a writ and can fast track it to a friendly judge for good measure... but let's hope our points can change her view. Post hoc ergo prompter hoc and all that. I'll handle the recovery form and pass it to you for the digital signature." The joys of multi-tasking! But Vaughn knew what laws to reference - being able to handle stuff like listed the contents of the case with the appropriate DECLARED HOUSE SENSITIVE under provisions of Act XYZ245 made going through it easier.
  18. 1 point
    https://www.kickstarter.com/projects...nuum-aeon-rpg/ Our modern world is fraught with danger, from the products of mad science and corporate greed to the perils of lost civilizations. Fortunately, as many of the Talented will tell you, danger is their middle name, and the Æon Society is here to help them put things to right. The only constant in the world is change, and that's where you come in. The Trinity Continuum Core rules are the foundation for interacting with the Trinity Continuum setting. Using the Storypath System, the Trinity Continuum Core rules provide a contemporary baseline, allowing you to explore modern scenarios in various genres. Present day scenarios involving dedicated investigators, audacious con artists, underground do-gooders, and intrepid explorers can all work within the structure provided. Trinity Continuum: Æon will be the first non-contemporary setting explored on the Trinity Continuum timeline. Set in the year 2123, Trinity Continuum: Æon depicts a future Earth, still in the process of recovery from a devastating war and starting to expand into space. Nations that avoided the brunt of the destruction have transformed into leading political forces, while other regions are either home to struggling survivors in the ruins of their former countries, or living under a fascist regime intent on restoring order at any cost. Bio-engineering technology mixes with psionic orders creating new power structures, while alien contact has been made with mixed results. The Trinity Continuum: Æon setting allows for a variety of play styles, from cyberpunk-like corporate espionage and intrigue to post-apocalyptic survival stories, to space exploration.
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    CAMP CENTURY BATHROOM STALL Hooli and his cryptic messages were as legendary as the Irregulars themselves and every time he showed up he generally left them more confused than were before his arrival. Marissa's cold, bitchy exterior melted as she sat looking at the floating bear. She smiled warmly and almost gave into desire to grab and hug him. Her teddy's always gave her comfort and love when she was a girl. Whenever things were going poorly she'd huddle up in her bed while her brother was off doing something jerky, and she would confide in them all her secrets and troubles. There was a time, before she left the trappings of childhood imagination behind, that Marissa was more of a nerd than anyone would have guessed. A time when she believed in magic, unicorns, fairies, and dragons protecting princesses in towers. In fact, her own power emulated that part of her psyche, granting her powers and abilities from fables and legends of faerie powers. Then she got older, started running with the more popular cliques, as soon was running the more cliques and farewell went her dreams and imagination. Everything was reality and what she could get out of it by hook or crook. High school was more cut throat than adults realized. "Same tune?" She asked softly, in case the bear wasn't real, and someone heard her talking to herself. She snapped her fingers, "Because no one knows my brother better than me. The only way to capture him is to think like him, and the only to think like him is to be more like him... which is to say stop working against the ner- Irregulars and start helping them like my brother would." "Well-" Hooli began, but Marissa wasn't finished. "Devin was a leader, a figure head, like Lilly, that kept everything running smoothly with witty banter, good cheer, and quips. He was their hope, their positivity when the chips were down. Lilly brings them together, shes the glue that binds, but Devin was their hope that no matter what, they could defeat any opponent that came their way..." her voice was louder, slowly gaining volume as confidence returned to her thoughts and words. "And together-", He tried again to get a word in. "Together they kept things going like a machine," the floating bears eyes rolled as he just wished she'd shut up. "Sean and Abel are the minds and the working extensions of their ideas and ideals, Kia is their Conscience, Lilly their Unity, Devin their Hope." "Without-," once more he gave it a go. "Without him, they're fractured," Hooli sighed, throwing his little stuffed arms up in defeat and letting them fall to his cute fluffy sides. "They're just as lost and confused as I am. Scared and frustrated at the prospect of one of their own going rogue and I've not been taking the time consider how they feel and what they've been going through. Like Devin said," she could almost hear his voice in her mind as she repeated his words. "Being an Irregular is about being a part of something greater than yourself." Marissa stood up, confident and strong as she wiped her tears away with a tissue. With a quantum pulse her makeup righted itself and all the smears and blemishes faded away. Her eyes were still puffy and her nose still rubbed red by the tissues, yet she was still easily a twenty on a scale of one to ten. The stuffed toy's expression shifted to surprise when she gripped him in her hands and pulled him towards her to smother the poor, surprised little guy with her chest and she exited the stall and spun around with restored vigor and mirth. She even squee'd. He lifted him to eye level. "You. Are. The. Best, Little Guy! Thank you so much," she pulled him in and gave him a big kiss on his snout. She scampered out of the bathroom as quick as was humanly possible in her heeled boots on the rime slicked floor. Hooli floated there. All the possibilities of the cosmos spun lazily in his mind and none of them could tell him when, exactly, he lost control of that conversation. His small, button eyes shifted slowly from side, to side then all around as he floated amongst the silence of the empty bathroom with a massive burgundy lip print plastered to his adorable stuffed snout. He sighed. "Good talk," he shrugged. "I guess?"
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    Jeane's fist lashed out in a low punch, intended for Tease's gut, but the duplicate Lilly's (though Tease did not know that) hand snapped out so fast that that an un-enhanced eye could not even see the motion, catching Jeane's fist in her hand barely an inch from Tease's stomach. "That's enough." she barked as she released Jeane's hand and stepped between her and Tease. "I've had more than enough to deal with today, especially from people named Jaunsten, and do not need this heaped on top. WE do not do this." she nearly growled at both of them and then turned to Mari. "You are here to help, not berate others, so keep your shitty, little comments to yourself, and play nice, or gee tee eff oh. " she said to Tease in the most 'I have had enough of your shit' tone she had ever heard from Lilly. Her expression was stern, making it cleat that she was clearly not playing around right now. She then turned her attention to Jeane and rested a hand on her shoulder without force or intimidation. "I know she can get under your skin, it's practically her super power, but you cannot give in. Don't you think a part of me is howling for Devin's blood? Because it is. But giving into that is just letting others manipulate you, giving them control over you." she explained to Jeane. "Do you understand? WE have to be better than that." she encouraged.
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    "Right now," Gorunta pointed out, "we don't have a track record. We've only done the one job for Atuz so far. It'll take two times before it starts becoming a track record." The vesk was fully armored, armed and loaded for bear though. "That said, I won't be surprised if it ends in wrecking the place. We don't have any heavy explosives on hand, do we?"
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    And Gorunta is who he is. A fighter. A big honking Vesk. Just because he doesn't have the piloting skill doesn't mean he isn't a good gunner.
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    Keep in mind that if people are looking to squeeze every possible bonus from every possible situation, you won't get that with me or my character. That's just never how I've played games. With Evie as the 'Captain', just because she can bolster doesn't mean she's going to. Starfinder doesn't leave much uniquness among skills, every class is pretty much capable of everything it all boils down to how many SP they get each level. RPGs aren't numbers games to me, so I don't wanna hear any complaints if Evie could have bolstered or some other skill feature and didn't. If you guys are looking looking to suck out every possible bonus and 'win', I'm not the person whose gonna do that for you.
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    "The pointy-ears needs it more than I do." Gorunta expressed in a sharp-toothed grin. "And that scepter is not for me - though I do like your thought about a Called fusion for my blade." The question might arise, why would the obvious example of a Vesk warrior not in fact use a doshko, given how culturally classic it was? Gorunta didn't talk about it, but in truth the weapon had been tied up with his image of self as a soldier of the Veskarium. After fleeing, it... just didn't feel right anymore to use one.
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    Personally i would like the emphasis to not be on the war but rather the next phase the settling of the solar system, extra solar colonies and rebuilding. The war imo should be backdrop. Doesnt mean we cant have episodes involving the war but i really am not that intrested in a military game If i were running it. The war would be over the sic asi that you detailed would be the ones that got away and can threaten from space. They replace the aberrants they are badily out of the picture but their threat is a constant worry. A good example is the ai war from space above and beyond. I just dont think makjng this a war game would be a much fun
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    Hopefully I don't have to re-write this version to make it playable like I had to do for the last one. We'll see, I suppose.
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    NORFOLK VIRGINIA GRANBY HIGH SCHOOL Marissa read her phone ans looked to Jeane, smiling. "Of course you're not, Jeane. There's nothing wrong with reporting a key sighting, especially one where there's the possibility of someone getting hurt. These abilities, as we know, are sometimes very scary when you first acquire them. I was completely freaked out, but with the help of other who understood my fear and... my brother," Her tone trailed as she suddenly choked on how much she missed him. She recovered quickly enough and her smiled returned like it had never left. "I was able to get a grip on them and understand them better. Sage, underneath all of his obvious social and fashion failures... is a really smart and great guy. We're here to help so whomever this key is doesn't have to feel alone, afraid, or ostracized anymore. Were here to help."
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    "Ugh, I'm Actually Friends With Nerds" Her parents were unforgiving when she'd called them and told them she'd be gone for a few weeks. She didn't care, honestly. She'd hung up on them and blocked their numbers and enjoyed her time in the paradise Pandora and Apollo had provided for her. Like all things, however, it came to an end and a stretch limo was pulling up in front of her house and she was approaching her doorstep with travel bags full of new clothes, souvenirs, new clothes, shoes, and new clothes. After two hours of yelling, screaming and loosing their minds, the flow of the conversation waned as they ran out of energy and were mentally and emotionally exhausted. She hadn't lied, she told them exactly where sh had been for the past several weeks and with whom she'd spent her time. Getting out anything more than that was difficult through all the yelling. She could have quelled the conversation at anytime, she knew, but at the very core of the issue was the fact that she was seventeen and just upped and disappeared to French Polynesia with no warning, permission, or even a passport. Her parents were right to be mad at her, she knew, but once they'd calmed down she took her cue to add in her two cents. “Okay, first answer to your question, Mom is... Devin and I have super powers.” She started, going off the litany of questions wrapped in swear words she'd never heard her mom use before and a few she'd made a mental note to look up later. “We're Keys, like you've been seeing on the news.” “H-how did this happen?” Kathleen asked, practically begging for an answer. “I don't know the science, Mom. I know that Devin has been one for almost a year now, and has helped saved the world twice, one of those times I witnessed and, I won't lie, it was pretty cool. My brother, your son, is a bit of a bad ass.” Her father Jason, took in a deep breath and considered his words carefully before speaking. “This phenomenon, with Keys. It is viral? How does the process happen, are we in... any danger of exposure?” Tease laughed. “Wow, Dad... I tell you Jaunt saved the world, the world you live on, twice, and you're worried you might get some on you? Skillful parenting there.” “Jaunt?” Her mother asked, leaning into the question with an actual interest to know. “Jaunt, that's what he calls himself. They call me Tease. They're like, code names we use to help describe what we do in a single word. Devin teleports, or jaunts, from place to place. I mess with people's heads, or, 'tease' them, for short.” Jason sipped his coffee, trying to process. “And where is your brother, why didn't he come home with you?” “So, yeah... the bad news there is-” Kathleen covered her mouth in a panic, “Oh God, don't tell me-” “No, no... Jesus no, Mom, chill. Devin is alive. He's just not coming home for awhile.” It hurt her a bit to lie to her family, but she knew they couldn't handle anymore bad news, not today anyway. For several more hours they talked. Honestly it was he first time she'd talked with her parents in so long about serious issues that for a moment here and there it seemed like they were a family again. Then her mind would slip to thoughts of Devin and what he was doing, or had already done, and a part of her died inside at the thought of what his actions would do to their parents. They'd be crushed. Later that evening she was lying in bed, thinking, wondering. Her thoughts drifted to the life she had before all this strangeness. The life she had in school, managing the clubs, the dances, all the activities she was involved in and now... now she had to go to school in an armored bus and be driven to Bulwark Air Force Base so she could be protected from human prejudice. This was the world the Irregulars saved, twice. This was the world her brother wanted to ruin... how could she pick a side? A part of her honestly didn't think Devin was wrong... he was doing something while everyone else was taking clicks and getting rich. She didn't want to see people hurt, physically, anyway. She was totally okay with exploiting idiots and fools all day long... it was hard not to when all powers centered around manipulating and swaying the emotions and minds of others. She let out a deep sigh and hugged the pillow she'd taken from her brother's bed. It smelled like him, and although she was loathe to admit it, as her twin, she needed him in her life. She loved him, she worried about him, she missed him... he was her brother. She rolled onto her side, pressing the pillow closer to her as she wondered some more. “Careful,” came a voice from the shadows. “I'll start thinking you care.” From he murky gloom of the corners shadow of her room Devin stepped out, his quantum infused eyes shimmering purple in the dark. Wide-eyed and awake now, she sprang from her bed and dove into his arms, gripping him tightly. It was uncharacteristic of her to show so much affection for him, but she felt so alone and confused... he had always been her rock in their lives, and now, more than ever, she needed her brother. She pulled away as he laughed, wondering where this sudden concern for him was coming from. “Where have you been? Mom and Dad are worried sick. They completely wigged on me being gone for so long...” “Well, can you blame them?” He glared at her with a silly face that sort of read 'duh'. “Fuck off,” she snarked with a half grin. “You were traveling all over the world, for months and you didn't catch any flak for it.” “Yeah, I never got caught either,” He pointed to his room across from hers through the bathroom that connected the two. “In that bed, every morning, and down for school... I got the gift instant travel. Meanwhile you seem to have caught whatever Sean caught... my sister should seriously not be this hot.” She sat on her bed, giving him a dismissive half grin. She pulled his pillow over to her and hugged it again. “So, you didn't come here to marvel at my beauty and in your own brotherly way tell me not to date til I'm thirty because you know all men are pigs and cheating d-bags... including you... Laurie is devastated.” “Look, there way more going on than I can tell you, okay? I never meant to hurt her...,” his words faltered as the thought of what he did to her choked him up. With a dead panned expression Marissa looked at her brother and shotgunned a question. “Did you fuck her?” He reeled back a bit, giving her a look of complete and utter surprise. “What? N-no... no we never. We kissed like three times... I didn't get to second. And why do you even-” “Not her,” Marissa stood up, tossing her pillow on the bed and folding her arms tightly. It was hard to look menacing in comfy flannel pajamas, but she was pulling it off nicely. “Lilly. Don't bullshit me, Dee Jay, I know she came here, and you two came up here, and you went on some date... and you two have been all kinds of cozy since. So? She punch your v-card? Because Laurie is my best friend and now I have to sit there while she balls her eyes out over my asshole brother when I know good god-damned-well he cheated on her with Lilly... another of her close friends. And I have to sit there, and rub her back, and lie telling her everything will be alright... you colossal douche.” He motioned to the corner, then back to her, then back. “Can we go back to the hugs and the happy to see me part?” She punched him in the shoulder, scowling the entire time. “No secrets, remember? Not between us, now fucking tell me or so help me God I will construct a lie so elaborate about you and Lilly that not even Sean could unravel the truth...” He sighed and turned away. That right there told her everything she needed to know, but she needed to hear him say it. She needed to hear her brother, for once in damned life, take some accountability for his stupidity. He put his hands on his hips, taking time to formulate exactly how he was going to phrase it. Finally he decided to go with the complicated approach. “Yes.” “What the hell is wrong with you?” Here it comes, he thought. “Do you have any idea what Laurie has been through in her life? Not including your three years of torturing her brother? That girl has busted her ass to be somebody, Dee Jay, to get good grades, to get scholarships, to get the hell out of this city. She's been laughed at, picked on, bullied. Her ability to trust people is not incredibly stable, and when she finally lets you in... you, the man who bullied her brother, into her life... you cheat on her? I would never date a guy who stuffed you in a locker and had half the school laughing at you.” “Okay!” He shouted in a hushed whisper, not wanting to wake up their parents. He spun about his hands help out wide as if to accept the brunt of more of her attacks on his character. “I'm an asshole, I get it. Laurie and I were never dating. We kissed a couple times, cuddled for a movie, help hands once... but every time we were gonna do something she stood me up. All those big wigs in Washington kept her busy enough that I never saw her. I wasn't even on her visitors list! For,” he made air quotes. “'security reasons'. I didn't plan on sleeping with Lilly, okay? We were both in a bad spot emotionally. She had Sandy issues, I had Laurie issues... and we're seventeen and we fucked up. But I will not tell you I regret it, because I don't. Was it ill timed? Irresponsible? Yeah, it was... but it was what we needed when we needed it.” “Whatever you have to do to justify it to yourself, Deej,” Marissa's voice was cold and dismissive. Uncaring in a way that told her she'd reached the limit of the excuses he was willing to use to justify his mistreatment of others. “Laurie fell for you, dude.” “Yeah, I know. She told me-” “She loved you?” She brushed a thick strand of hair aside and tucked it behind her ear. “She did, bro. She told me she was so happy for the first time in a very long time. You and Sean were like bros, in a manner of speaking, you'd changed so much into such a great guy and at the very end of it all there she was, finally getting the handsome, sweet, chivalrous prince, if a bit cocky and loud mouthed... just like in the fairy tales you nerd play in the barn. You won! You got the girl, how do you fuck that up?” She asked with pleading hands. “Okay,” Devin took a defensive stance, pointing a finger at her. “First off, they're role playing games, not fairy tales-” “I don't care, nerd. About what they are or what you and your geeky, nerd friends do in My Little Pony Land,” she batted aside his finger in a huff on stuck up attitude. “You're still all loser in my book, anyway. Explaining it won't change that.” Devin was about to protest again and she raised a finger to stop him, pressing it firmly to his lips. “I'm not done. You have put Mom and Dad though hell for years. You've put me through hell for years. Sean, Laurie, the list goes on. Devin you finally had friends. They looked out for you, you were changing, you were becoming a decent guy and... and... you pissed it all away. You need to get your shit together. This pattern of self-destructive behavior is going to get you killed. We're not dealing with bullies and loud mouths any more. We're dealing with gods and monsters and people that kill with a thought.” “I know, Em Jay, which is why I'm here,” He heard all she had said about his friends and screwing it up, but chose to ignore it. She was right, she always was, but he didn't have the time nor the energy to get into it with her right now. He extended his hand. “Come with me.” “Where?” She asked, curious what plan her brother had cooked now. “Away from here, away from Shelly and all this. Together, with our power set we could topple nations in days, we can have CEO signing over everything, we can fix this sick, messed up world.” He stared into her eyes, practically pleading with her to join him on his conquest of the Earth. She knew she would revel in the opportunity to make and break the minds of corporate moguls, politicians and anyone else who got in the way of them and their New World Order. She looked at his hand. Pursing her lips she thought about it for a long time as the evil grin never left her brother's face. He was promising her every good time she'd ever asked for and free ticket to anywhere, hell, everywhere in the world. Who could pass that up? “No, Ronin,” she addressed him as his newly taken mantle of the Key who served no masters. “I can't go with you. I have too much to do here, like fixing the messes my brother left behind. A woman who loved him and sits alone now, broken hearted. Parents who miss him and wonder if their son is still alive. Friends who he's turned his back on, a sister he's turned his back on... and Lilly. Who through all of this, the months of antics, terrorism, hurting people... still, somewhere in all of that... still believes there's something good left inside him and that he'll come home to us. So, no Ronin. I have too much to do here, but if you see my brother, please tell him I love him, I miss him, we all do, and we hope he's okay.” Ronin lowered his hand as the emotion drained from his face. “If you're not wit me, Marissa-” “You don't want to finish that threat, Ronin.” she cut him off, walking up to his face and standing only inches from him. “You wanna graduate from games, let's graduate. This is my town, you walked away from it. This is my family, those are my friends out there and so help me if I walk down these streets and find a single hair out of place, a dent in a car, a broken window, hell, if I find so much as a cat stuck up a fucking tree, then your ass is done. You hear me? Fucking done. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you. Now get the fuck out of my room.” She was staring at darkness as her brother faded from view. She closed her eyes and tightened her mouth into a thin line, a barrier holding back the flood of emotion that rising to the surface. Marissa collapsed onto her bed and cried into her brother's pillow.
  29. 1 point
    1) Get Outed as a Quantum Enhanced Human (Short Term) 2) Get into a QEH fight she can effectively contribute to in someway (Short Term) 3) Reconcile with her family (Long Term)
  30. 1 point
    The place wasn't too hard to find, some old warehouse down on the waterfront in Brooklyn. Okay, yeah, I get it, Red Flag... I know. When you're rent's due you get a pass on doing something stupid to pay, okay? Now, can I tell my story? The sweats were helping fight off the cold of the chill New York air as the lovely blonde stepped out from her cab and looked up from the paper in her hand to the number above the warehouse door. "This is such a dumb idea," she said aloud as her cabby swiped her debit card and printed her a receipt. "You need me to wait, darlin'?" He asked as he handed her card back. "I don't mind. It's late, doll, and this isn't the best place to be..." "Thanks, but I think I'll be okay. I'm meeting some friends." Swara lied and smiled sweetly as she signed for the tip. "Very cool of you to offer though, not a lot of gentlemen left in this city." She felt good as he drove away. He was a nice guy and her compliment put some color in his cheeks, the only color that had been there in some time she assumed. She wasted little time approaching the door and banging on the reinforced metal portal. For the longest while there was nothing. She dug her hands deep into her pink hoodie pockets, straightening her arms to flex off the cold. Her teeth began to chatter as she waited when her patience wore thin she banged on the door again, this time a lot harder. "Hello!?" Her fist slammed into the steel a few more times until she grunted and rolled her eyes. She figured the whole thing had to be too good to be true and now was left with the stinging irritation with herself that she let the cab guy go. It wasn't too far of a walk, but in the cold it was far enough to make her not very thrilled about the whole idea. With kick of pure frustration she slammed her foot into the door and spat a curse at it as she walked away. When the latch squealed and the door jerked open once she was several paces away, Swara was a little more than surprised. Pink hood pulled up and hands buried in her hoodie pockets she spun slowly around to face the door that had slowly cracked open. Again she called out in the darkness of the waterfront for someone to answer, and her shock was doubled when a nerdy head poked out into the threshold. "Are you her?" The man asked. "The one on the phone?" "No," she replied snidely. "I'm some other girl dressed all in pink who just happens to be wandering the waterfront in Brooklyn at night and decided to come bang on this door in particular." "Oh." Was all the head said and the door closed. Swara knew she was a bit, 'special' at times, but what she just witnessed made her a firm believer that she was genius material by comparison. There was someone else on the other side of the door with him. She could hear them arguing but couldn't quite make any of it out. By the time she'd managed to walk slowly back to the door it swung open suddenly and a second gentleman stood. He was tall and lanky with a wide toothy smile and wild carrot red hair. He looked like that Muppet guy whose name she couldn't remember. "Hi!" He said swiftly. "Sorry, sorry about that. He's uh, not a very sociable guy. Doesn't get sarcasm.” “Like the ass burgers?” Swara asked innocently. The man's expression lost some if it's seriousness while his sort of glanced around the parking lot looking for cameras to see if he was getting punked. “Uh,” he paused, unsure how to reply to her. “Sure! Like that. We'll, uh, go with that. Uh, I'm Brian. Brian Eaker. Please! Please come on inside, I'll explain everything we've got going on.” Cautiously she followed the scrawny red head. The inside of the warehouse was just as one would imagine given all the crime shows on television these days. Despite it's massive size they were only using one small area not far in from the entrance. There were three long desks set up with all manner of computers and equipment she didn't understand, something that looked like one of those portable hospital heart monitor thingies and the crown jewel was something that seemed like a large tanning bed, but it had all sorts of wiring and modifications done to it so that it looked like one of those sci-fi pods people got frozen in. The floor and the three 'walls' that made up their small work space were all a thick plastic. Yeah, this was all starting to look like a horrible idea. “So, uh, this is Hun Ni Do, he's working on his doctorates in genetics and applied microbiology with a minor in experimental medicine.” Brian motioned for Swara to approach Mr. Do. “He's also my partner.” “Oh,” Swara smiled at them both. “That's awesome. It's twenty eighteen guys, go nuts. I'm totally happy for you, you're even breaking that interracial barrier too, very cool. You guys met at the office too? That's cute, the whole office romance angle-” Brian laughed as Hun gave her a strange, almost disgusted look. “No, no... partners for this project, we work together, we not together, together.” Hun shook her hand. He was just as she pictured him on the other side of the door: short, a bit round for a guy married to his work with not a lot of trips to the gym, but it was the glasses that looked like he stole from Edna Mode that really made her wanna bust into laughter. “You are here for the ad? I will prepare things. Brian will tell you what we do, although you'll probably not understand.” “Wow,” Swara snarked at him. “Alone in a dark warehouse on a Friday night... with charm like that, can't imagine why.” Hun went back to his work, ignoring the unintelligent little American girl as Brian took her by the arm and led her away. “Heh, sorry about that, he's a little difficult when he's close to a breakthrough on a project. He didn't mean anything by it...” “He needs a punch in the junk,” she sneered. She wasn't really a mean person, but one thing she hated was being called stupid. She knew she was a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but she couldn't help it, it was just... how she was. He laughed again, nervously. “Well, let me fill you in on how this'll go. All we need you to do is apply our tanning oil to the entirity of your body, and tan for ten minutes. If everything goes well, we'll ask you to go another ten minutes. Anytime redness occurs, we will stop the experiment, and you'll have done your part.” “Why would I turn red?” She asked. “Well, tanning beds are generally high powered ultra violet light, so they can irritate the skin quickly. Ten minutes is about all they recommend. However, our oil is designed to repel that irritation and help burn fat while rapidly stimulating your muscle tissue. If after ten minutes you start to tan... well, it's not working and we need to find out why.” Confused, she looked at him. She set her bag down on a small table on the opposite side of the plastic, away from the project where she could change in with privacy. There were a few cheap bathing suits spread over the table, all of them two piece. She couldn't blame the guys, if the nerds were stuck working on a Friday, they might as well get a show out of it. “So, I just lay there and it burns fat and stimulates me?” “Uh,” he blushed. He was nervous around her and she could tell. This was probably the closest he'd been to any female aside form his mother. “Stimulates you muscle tissue, um, under you skin and fat layers.” “Are you saying I'm fat?” She had to mess with him. It was cute watching him stumble over his words. “N-no! No... you see, we all have these layers, skin, fat, muscle. Some more or less than others,” he swallowed hard as Swara took off her hoodie, unzipping it and sliding it off her arms to reveal her Knockers uniform and the easily noticeable black bra underneath it, the lace practically pushed through the stretched white fabric. “Wh-which I see you are in the uh... the uh... less cat-category.” “The uh, stimulation excites the tissue and, along with the heat, we're experimenting on being able to work out and strengthen muscle without actually having to work out at all. A full hour's workout in a ten minute tanning session. Pretty, neat, huh?” Actually, that was pretty cool. “Uh, yeah,” she laughed softly. “And you guys did this on your own? How come the ware house?” “Well,” Brian scratched his bright red hair. “Our boss thought it was a terrible idea, despite all our data to the contrary. Sooo, we're not exactly doing this legally. We're using company money, but they think it's going to a small project at a different branch. However, if our idea pans out, well, we'll be rich and no one will care where one point four million dollars disappeared to...” he sighed, nervously. “I hope.” “Speaking of money...” Swara looked at him, expectantly. “We generally pay after the tests are concluded.” “Brian,” Swara shifted her tone to something a bit more seductive and less casual. Men were, by and large stupid when it came to beautiful women. Usually the bigger the brain, the easier the mark.“Seriosuly, what am I going to do? Run out into the cold Brooklyn night in nothing but a pink thong bikini. C'mon, dude. Work with me.” “Ha, see... we don't have a pink thong bikini.” He stated, proud that he caught her in an attempted scam. “No, but I do.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a pink string of skimpy cloth and let dangle on her finger with an mischievous smirk on her face. “Buut, I guess I could just use this big ol' one piece I brought instead. I'm not one for sharing swim suits, guys, that's pretty unsanitary.” He swallowed hard and flushed slightly. “Lemme get it for you.” She'd tucked the money in the deepest bottom of her bag and went ahead and got changed. She wore tight shorts and skimpy outfits all the time for work or clubbing, so giving the two science geeks a show was really not the big of a deal for her. Honestly, she was clothed (more or less) so giving them some eye candy didn't really bother her, in fact a small part of her sort of liked the attention and Brian's constant nervousness and awkwardness around her was kind of cute. She walked past them, unabashed by their silent gawking and made her way to the tanning bed. She was glistening in their fancy tanning oil and felt like she should be flexing at a Mrs. Universe competition, but oh well, it was fifteen hundred bucks. She even had the stuff in her hair too, because apparently it helped against heat damage and protected against split ends. These two really had thought of everything... in a weird way. It was kinda strange, and heavy, but what the hell, they were paying. Before she entered the bed she wrapped her hair into a tight spiral and wrung it out one last time to make sure it wasn't too gooey. Sticky, slimy, glops of tanning oil dribbled from her hair onto the plastic. “Oops! Sorry little guy!” she smiled as she watched a few drops dribble all over a small spider making a trek across the scientific human wastelands of science. Brian swiftly approached and attempted to stomp on it but she stopped him. “Hey, come on, leave him alone. He's just trying to get home.” “It's a spider,” he said flatly. “So?” She scooped it up and it scuttled across her finger and leapt from her finger to the top of the tanning bed. “He's got my back.” She smiled and winked at the spider. “Keep an eye on me, okay guy?” “It's a spider.” Brian said again flatly. “Oh, hush. All I have to do is just lay here, right?” “Yep.” Brian helped her onto the bed. She'd gone tanning before, but seriously, never on a bed like this. She ignored the terribly hidden 'accidental' rub against her butt, and settled in. The first ten minutes weren't so bad, they went by pretty quick while she sung Letters to Cleo songs off her iPod. She got out and sat through a quick series of tests that she thought were going to be awkward but Hun and Brian were suddenly very professional and incredibly smart, using a ton of words she didn't begin to understand. She didn't like being called stupid, and neither of them did that, but the more they talked, the dumber she felt. The good news was that her first ten minutes yielded amazing results. She didn't hear what kind, as she was talking with Fernado, that's what she named the spider who seemed to not really have anything going for his Friday night either and decided to hang out on the tanning bed, pod, thingie. When her second time came around they said it would be for ten more minutes, and keep going after that, ready to shut it down of anything started to look off. They weren't to specific on what 'off' really meant, but she was pretty sure it wasn't good. She lay back down for another go at it and closed her eyes, listening to her music. She wasn't sure what went wrong or how much time had passed but a sudden slamming on the outside of the 'pod' roused her from her relaxation and caused her to pull her earbuds from her ears. Brian pounded on the glass and Hun was behind him flipping switches and pressing buttons. At one point he yanked a series of heavy cables out from something that looked like a poorly constructed generator. “Penny!” Brian shouted the fake name she'd filled out the waiver form. He pounded on the heavy plexiglass again. “Penny the bed is locked and the heat is in there is increasing! We have to get you out!” She could feel it now, in just the few moments he'd pounded on the glass the temperature had increased by several degrees. Panic started to grip her as claustrophobia kicked in and her natural instinct for survival motivated her to do anything, try anything. She kicked the pod, slamming feet and hands all over the place. The heat was getting unbearable and her back started to get burned as the surface became far to hot for he to bear. She screamed in agony and Brian pounded on the glass with a fire extinguisher. Consoles and computers all began exploding into a shower of spark behind him as the lab erupted into fiery chaos. Panicked and afraid Swara screamed and cried out as her flesh began sear and burn into blisters that bubbled off from her skin. Blister filled with plasma and boiled over so hot that the skin burst spraying boiling serum all over the inside of the pod. There were no words to describe her agony. Brian, stricken with panick and fear of his own could only back way in horror as he watched the once beautiful woman that had entered the pod blistered and burned to death and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Something alarming caught his eye and he watched her write in absolute agony. Her skin shimmered and glistened in a multi-hued rainbow-like sparkle as it congealed and bubbled spraying plasma along the inside of the pod that also seemed to shimmer and glisten like the inside of a smooth shell, the multi-hued colors of abalone. Although it was all over in only few minutes, it seemed like an eternity. Brian and Hun had managed to shut everything down and once it was all under control they pried the pod open and fled the scene for a moment to vomit. It was grizzly and the smell... ugh, the smell. Now, the two men had the unsightly decision of how they were going to dispose of a freshly burned body. She barely alive, she gurgled and twitched spasmatically as nerves lapsed in and out of functionality. Her brain reeled from the shock and pain. Twenty minutes later she was dumped in an alley way in nothing but her pink bikini and her bag tossed at her side... she gasped for a breath as her nerves exploded into pain and searing agony as the cold night air licked her charred body.
  31. 1 point
    Thanks for letting us know Ian. I just backed.
  32. 1 point
    Hang out around the stock exchange floor, read the trader's minds, learn all the inside secrets, and start buying and selling. With any kind of decent seed capital, you're a billionaire in weeks.
  33. 1 point
    YES! the game that got me into gaming is coming back woot!
  34. 1 point
    Sunshine wasn't a big fan of shooting slave labor if she could avoid it, so she concentrated on the mummies. Ancient instincts initially set her on the back foot when confronted with an army of cats, but she overcame, sighted with her pistol, and fired. ... and kept firing. Laser fire, silent except for the sound it made when it lit up on impact, lit up the underground catacomb, burning away the flesh of the undead. One closed with Sunshine, too close to shoot, so she skittered up its body, wrapping her tail around its neck, and swung herself around in a wide arc, firing laser blasts in an arc, and using her momentum to flip the mummy on its back, as she flipped an energy clip into the air and slapped it into her pistol, shooting the downed mummy without looking back, because her attention was drawn to the mob bearing down on her. They overwhelmed her, and for a moment, Sunshine disappeared underneath the onslaught of bodies, but rather that punching or bursting free dramatically, Sunshine squeezed out the bottom, almost compressing her body in half. She rolled to safety, getting up into a surprisingly frantic run, and a moment later everyone found out why. The grenade scattered bits of cat mummy all over, and even the ones still in one piece looked like they'd been knocked for a loop. Sunshine spat the grenade pin out of her mouth, tossing it over her shoulder. "'Your cheeks are so big and cute, Sunshine. I just want to pinch them, Sunshine. I bet you could hold a whole bajifruit in there, Sunshine.' Or you know, something useful."
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    If there seemed to be any more doubt that Charlie had gone mad, or the world itself, a giant orca-Godzilla thing reared up itself from the depths, snapping at the manta-thing before breaking off toward - oh boy - Capetown. Were this not all insane, he'd make a joke about Tokyo or something. Then the purple glow appeared, trailing a figure that moved like out of comic book superheroics, around Orcazilla. Charlie wondered if his mouth could drop any lower without falling off, although given his air-like state, maybe it could go right down to his knees. The newly formed whirlpool raged, and suddenly, Charlie found himself being yanked as if he was a rubber band, and the full snapback was starting. Had he a better understanding of what he had become, his form, more time and practice, Charlie might have been able to break free. Might - as one might with slightly less might be able to cut down the mightiest tree in the forest with a herring. Thus, with much screaming, Charlie was sucked into the funnel of the whirlpool.
  36. 1 point
    Kia's weird feathery air-manta form was big...more than big enough for two people to sit on the back of and feel secure...but in the face of the shadow beneath the waves she looked just about the right size for its jaws! The tradeoff she'd taken, to be relatively small in exchange for being fast, turned out to be presciently well-chosen. Sean's telepathic imperative hit home, and the panic in her mental voice drove past any inclination Kia might have had to question or hesitate. She beat at the air and rose up...and beneath her the seas opened, and behind the water was an abyss lined with teeth. They raced one another into the air...the pink fluffy butterfly and the the massive black and white mountain. Sean could smell its breath, salt and the sour stench of the sea all around her. Forced to hold onto Kia's feathers for dear life, along with Sara, Sean couldn't keep more than half an eye on the beast below...but it was hard to miss those massive teeth slowly catching up. Slowly starting to come down towards Kia even as the opposing set far below came whistling up. Not slow, Sean realized distantly. Just far away. Covering lots of distance. Not slow. Physics took a toll though, even for quantum monsters like this. Kia wasn't jumping, she was flying. The creature's muscles were able to propel it clean out of the water...and with that much mass, it boggled the mind how much water it had to displace to do that. The ocean floor was probably devastated by it. But once out of the water, it had nothing to push against. It slowed. Kia didn't. The jaws slammed shut behind Kia with a deafening crash, and a gust of wind that nearly knocked her out of control. Then it was falling back down, maddened eyes big enough to drive a yacht into glaring up at them as it did. Promising them that this was FAR from over. Sean, Kia's mental voice came into her mind, I have to get you and Sara out of here. I can't fight and keep you safe!
  37. 1 point
    He drank her in her movements, watching as she moved and seductively swayed her frame in pure poetic prose. Whether she realized it or not, she was a good at what she was doing, even if she didn't know precisely what that was. She caught him, his eyes feasting on her gorgeous body and exotic movements and just as she expected his roguish smirk was completely unabashed. The song was finished and was slowly fading into the next one and she suddenly realized she had a minor audience. "Everyone's staring at me," she said softly as he approached her. "Can you blame them," he asked as he got close to her, placing his hands on her hips once more. "You're gorgeous." His compliment was sincere, so sincere in fact that it broke the rules of what most women are taught in High School about guys 'just telling them they're pretty'. His eyes didn't lie, and right now she couldn't take hers off his. Devin, like her, was dormed down and under all his insults, snarky comments and jerkiness, he was a bona fied charmer. He was so intense with that simple, honest comment that in that moment she understood something that hadn't really occurred to her: 'this is what it was like to be desired'. It's what she'd been missing from Sandy. The intro to the next song had begun and they still hadn't taken their eyes off the other. In their minds swarmed a simple question of 'this is still innocent fun, right?'. Devin traced the tips of his fingers down her cheeks, her neck, even outlined the curves of her breasts down her body so his thumbs traced the delicate, chiseled abs she'd worked years at forming. His touch was hypnotic. It was like he was making out with her with just his hands and until now, she didn't even know that was possible. He wasn't trying to be sexual but there was nothing about dancing that wasn't an intimate affair. A part of her mind wanted to protest, and in all honesty a part of his told him that he should dial down a notch, but like everything that was a bad idea... it felt way to good in the moment to slow it down at all. One hand rested on her glistening hip. His other hand wrapped around her, resting low on the small of her back, honestly, his hand may as well had been on her ass. A strange sensation swept over her that this was probably the furthest she'd gotten with a guy... and they hadn't even done anything! Devin's glare was solid, his stoic expression almost claiming her with an assertive confidence that a voice inside her had screamed for weeks at Sandy to find. She could snap Devin like a twig, even dormed, but in this moment she was, oddly enough, his, and her emotions and mind reeled in an attempt to discover why. Her body however, wanted to see just how far the rabbit hole went. With her hips and butt he guided her. Her movements mimed his. Gyrating and swaying to a bass filled remix of "Shape of You". For every sway he was with her, every step back, he was on her. When she spun away from him, he was behind her, his hips and hands hungrily capturing her all over again. She could feel him, but aside from his hands he never touched her, he was always just mere inches from her, teasing her and cajoling her body with a want he refused to award her with. His hands slid across her slick abs, his chin rested near her shoulder as they both swayed with the rhythm. His breath was warm, it tickled her neck sending electric chills across the whole of her body. She was on fire and lost in a cool breeze all at once. Her mind reeled as she considered the possibilities of where feelings and sensations like what she felt now could lead her with Sandy... with Devin, and a part of her knew that his mind was thinking the same, every image of Laurie slowly being replaced by her. Like all bad decisions... in the moment, neither of them were in much a mindset to fix it, or care about fixing it. For now, they would have their sins, if only for the next few songs. To onlookers who came to the clubs, they all knew that dance was about passion, expression and freedom. It conveyed every emotion when mingled with the right music and for thousands of generations people had used it express sadness, joy, kindness, love, passion, desire and even majesty. None of those things held a candle to what they saw on that floor tonight. Whether it was each of their prospective relationship issues, collective angst and stress or pent up sexual frustrations, the patrons in the club stood back and gave the couple all the room they needed to express the simple desire they were revealing to everyone around them: lust. Tonight, the two teens wanted something, whether from life, each other, the world, their friends... whatever, and tonight they just let go. Dancing was always an intimate affair, but these two were beyond that, with nothing more than bated breath, sweat, their hips and a song, they'd made love to one another in a way no one around them had ever experienced. Relationships were slowly being ruined as partners asked 'why don't you dance with me like that?' and 'look at that, they can actually go a full five minutes'. The song faded and there was, strangely, a silence. Devin held Lilly close to him, one arm around her waist his other on her side. She had her hand around his head, her other holding his side. They were pressed close, carnally so in fact. It had been five minutes and they glistened with sweat. Their breath came heavy with a heat and shortness to it akin to two lovers entwined after climax. They gazed at one another, holding the other, chests heaving. Their lips were only one hungry though away from punctuating everything they'd just told this entire club. Words escaped them and it was the roar of the crowd that broke them from their reverie and saved them. The floor had become theirs and they hadn't noticed it at all until now. People from all sides of the floor cheered and applauded as the two teens flushed and bashfully tried to hide in plain sight. "Uh," Devin rasped. The weight of they had just done together seemed to be catching up with him and the plucky, whimsical teenager in him seemed to be returning. He released her, and she felt his reservation in doing so. "Water? I could... uh, use some water..."
  38. 1 point
    Eon felt a shudder of revulsion claw it's way up his spine as he landed in the corpses lap with a sound that he did not want to think to hard on the provenance of. He was no stranger to dead things, but sitting on top of them was not something he could claim any degree of comfort with. Feeling the corpse jolt underneath him, he closes his eyes in resignation "Of course, you wouldn't be as dead as you appeared. Of. Fucking. Course." Pushing off from the wall, he nimbly takes his feet, drawing his rapier at the same time. Looking down on his opponent he feels a sneer of disgust creeping across his face. "Ugh. I can't tell whether being left to rot for a week made you better or worse looking. Either way." he shudders dramatically, the corpse reeling under the force of his magically bolstered disdain. "Come on! They're only corpses. They've already died once. Just gotta make it stick this time! Come on Shayuri, talk about frying fish in the barrel!" the surprise at the sudden animations gives way under the force of his exhortation, his sheer belief in the parties capabilities bolstering resolve, and spurring them on. The room, being lit only by Shayuri's glowing rock, gave the undead an aura of menace. The strong light cast harsh shadows on them, further exaggerating their decaying forms. Nearly within reach of Eon, Delgath stood, sword in his hands, wringing the grip like it were some poor fool's neck. "Where were fancy senses Holy Man!?" Dread said, enraged. He grunted and took a step towards where one of the zombies was already lurching towards Arturs who was quickly running out of room to back into the wall, and barely sidestepped the grasping hands of another as he stepped away. Normally he wouldn't have struck an enemy from behind, but these were mindless and in his mind were not, to a Delgath's standards, worth a true warrior's time. He plunged his sword into the shambler's back to get its attention. It felt no pain and simply continued trying to move forward. It was obvious to him that that tactic wasn't going to work so he went with something less tactful. He withdrew his sword swiftly and chopped down hard upon the undead. The cut deep into its shoulder spraying blood and viscera in Artus direction, though most of it splattered the wall behind him as he lay on the floor. On the other side of the room from Deltha, Rhosh glances around the room quickly noting where his closest allies are beginning to face the rising corpses. As the body between him and the door struggles to its feet, the dragonborn jabs a dagger into the withered shoulder and takes a step back to avoid any recoil. As his feet find their starting position, he hears another corpse behind him, hoping that it would be kept occupied rather than attacking his flank... As Delgath moved away, Shayuri realized that there was one place she definitely didn't want to be, and that was isolated. While the zombie between her and the south wall was busy trying to club him, she took advantage of the opening to move over to where Eon and Rhosh and Krusk were bunched up, hoping for some safety in numbers. She then incanted words in Draconic and a flame appeared in her hand. She held that strange bright fire up in front of her face, inhaled deeply, and blew outward with all of her lungs. Magic snapped and snarled, and as her exhalation hit the flame in her hand it exploded outward into a roiling mass of flame that bathed over the zombies south of her! The gout of flame washed over the undead, searing their flesh toff the bone in places and catching clothes aflame, which added the smell of burning flesh to the room, causing everybody's stomachs to churn as the smell reached each of them. The undead were not fazed though, no longer feeling pain left them undeterred. Across the room though, Arturs scrambled to his feet and backed against the gore-splattered wall as his hands fumbled in his belt, finally withdrawing his dagger which he swiftly plunged into the undead creature before him, stabbing deep into the thing's chest, near the gash Delgath had sliced into it, though no pain registered in it's dead, blank eyes. Taken aback by the corpses rising, the same ones he prayed and cared for only moments ago, Krusk is scared by the sudden danger of which he is not used to, but more importantly sees this as an affront to both life and his gestures and intentions only moments earlier. He begins channeling his power and raises his holy symbol, a medallion emblazoned with Bahamut's profile, high above his head. It lights up and glows in a bright yellow-white aura as he begins chanting the prayer again, that only moments earlier was meant to help shepherd these poor souls into the afterlife, channeling the divinity of The Platinum Dragon. The light from the medallion of Bahamut fills the room for a moment, causing the first emotion to be seen on any of the faces of the undead... Fear. The animated corpses back away from the paladin, their backs pressed into the unyielding stone walls as gnarled hands rise up to shield their eyes from the light as they turn away. The shambling thing to Krusk's right even turns and runs, its undead legs finding a new swiftness as it flees from the holy light of Bahamut, but not before Krusk brings his greatsword down on the thing's shoulder, chopping deep into it's ribs, sending it staggering. The unusual gait imparted by Krusk's blow causes the zombie to stumble past Eon's blade, though Arturs' dagger strikes true, stabbing into partially desiccated flesh, allowing more putrid gore to spill forth from the wound. All of the undead fled or backed away from the holy light, except for the one in the corner farther's from the paladin, shielded partially by the number of upright bodies between them. The zombie actually ran closer to Krusk, but instead of making its way to him, it strangely moved toward Arturs instead! Dread wasn't about to give the Paladin any more credit than was due. Seeing his opportunity, Dread grabs his zombie by the arm, flailing it around and away from Arturs. Smashing it with the pommel of his sword is staggered slightly. The two right hooks the followed that staggered it greatly. With a might kick to the chest he slammed it against the wall. Still it let out a guttural moan and shambled forward, straight into Dread's downward stroke. He glared at Arturs. "Stay out of the way, boy!" He nudged his head in the direction Arturs should run, now that he was trying to hold them off. The zombie continued toward Arturs though, utterly ignoring Dread and the wounds he inflicted and instead lunged for the apprentice wizard. Arturs' eyes went wide and he twisted to the side, narrowly causing the creature to miss. "Anywhere I go there's more of them!" Arturs cursed, holding his dagger out in front of him as he kept his back to the wall with the inner door to his right.
  39. 1 point
    I voted yes, (big surprise I know) I play games to have fun, to generally be able to do things I cannot do. That said, I could play a normal non powered person in something with advanced tech and what not, but just a modern day game, I end up getting fairly bored quickly. The times I've played in games like that, it just wasn't that fun for me. I mean Battletech has perfectly normal people in it, for the most part and super advanced tech (and not so advanced in other ways I mean lasers with only 90m range?)
  40. 1 point
    Na'Atem gestured with her hands, weaving threads into a spell matrix. The Spellstone glowed and shimmered as the spell took form, emitting rays of light as bands of æther swirled around it. "Ƭƹȴƺƥɸґᵵᶏƫїδתּ" she said in some ancient, arcane tongue and vanished from view, reappearing beside Cosima and the others she took with her. "You are not the only one with such abilities." she commented.
  41. 1 point
    Evana had managed to stir the crowd of the immediate vicinity of the stage. While nearly the entire club could watch her perform from the various holo projectors all around the place, those closest had to admit she was more heavenly to look at in person. Her 'fans', the local pirates she'd managed to utterly woo in he couple of weeks she'd been here, cheered and roared her on song after song she played. They were regulars, and well into their cups but, hey, they left tips like you wouldn't believe, a drunk and their money made for greats profits. Her heel tapped the stage as the band ran through a few chords for the next song of her set. This place was a like a sauna, which she'd learned the hard way her first night performing here when she completely over dressed in clothing that didn't breathe. She looked great, but damn did she sweat her ass off. After a few nights she knew what sort of crowd she was dealing with and had them pegged. Tonight's color was black. Her halter held in enough to keep the dream of seeing what was under it fresh in their minds while her skirt was short enough to keep them leaning in towards the stage every time she stepped too close to the edge only to see nothing but workout booty shorts with a winky face emoji underneath. She was caked in sweat, her neon blue hair was a sweaty mass that dripped like melting icicles. Say what you want about pirates, these guys were a blast to hang out with. They were loud, fun, and always ready to stand for their own when the drek hit the oscillator. Despite being thieves and criminals, they held more honor than most lawmen she'd met in her day. Sure, some were down right terrible, but the brighter the light, the deeper the shadow. "Wow," she kept tapping her foot to the thunder bass drum. Her voice, despite being a bit raspy from the first couple of songs "And here I thought you guys would be boring tonight." They cheered and held up their cups and bottles, roaring for her next song and shouting a hundred or more obscenities directed at what they'd love to do if they had just ten minutes alone with her. She laughed and corrected them that she needed far more than a ten minutes man. "You're all so filthy, I'm blushing. Really, I'm pure as the driven snow, I assure you..." "Bullshit!" Those closest to the stage all shouted in unison. And everyone shared a laugh. "This one's for Gorunta, that massive pair of walking luggage you may or may not have seen wadding though the crowd keeping you degenerates in line. He's been a doll these last couple weeks, so buy the guy a drink, Besmara knows he deserves it." Name dropping the goddess of pirates always helped when singing in a club full of them. She rolled into the song, losing herself to the music.
  42. 1 point
    Safyre shakes her head. "I'm going to have to cut the trip short," she said to her fellow Ravenhurst students. "Eight doesn't leave me much time to let the school know and get ready." Turning around to see everyone else, she noticed how they were looking at her. "What?"
  43. 1 point
    Keiko covered her mouth and tittered in a self-aware parody of Japanese schoolgirl embarrassment. "Oh Taty," she said in a high pitched voice, "You so naughty." She then nodded. "Sounds good to me. Bastion, we'll text ya. C'mon, Tats, I think we'd better leave him alone before he melts straight down through the ground."
  44. 1 point
    Time seemed to distill around Vanguard as she spun about to handle another invading presence. Her pupils locked on the arrow shaft spiraling towards her but she didn't move. Swiftly it passed her head and she felt the cool whisk of the breeze it left, like a whispered kiss of a lover along her earlobe. It plunged into the throat of a drone, knocking it off it's 'feet' and carrying it some distance before it fell to the ground gurgling it's last. “Can we not piss off the Angry Portal of Doom, please?” Jaunt shouted, feeling a bit left out that Vanguard started the witty banter without him. People could say what they wanted about Jaunt, but he'd doing competitive team sports his whole life, under the jokes and terrible humor, a victory wasn't a victory unless all of them came home in one piece. “Kaythanks!” <Thanks.> Vanguard's voice came to his mind. <Yeah, yeah.> He blew it off. <Go break stuff.> With the others at his side they followed Vanguard's charge. It made sense, she was the Vanguard, after all. Within moments he was surrounded by drones but they barely broke his stride. Stephen Amel had nothing on him when it came to fighting with a bow in his hand, but that's not to say he didn't steal a few moves. The first one engaged him with a deadly swipe with its weapon but Jaunt wasn't there. A moment before contact he simply vanished and in an instant the thunderous crack of his foot against flesh shattered bone and collapsed the creature's skull. He'd appeared behind the monster, already engaging in a kick that solidly landed. While still airborne he extended himself and pulled the string of the bow taught and let an arrow loose. It streaked from the rest. The idler wheel and cam granted the shaft enough force to punch through a concrete wall. It finally came to rest after the forth drone skull was pierced. Before gravity claimed him the world slowed to a crawl as his eyes narrowed. He vanished once more. He'd locked onto the perfect line of Asheen drones. He appeared, arrow already knocked, and let loose. Like before it whistled through air tearing through neck after neck, one of the only soft spots in their armor. Much like Vanguard just moments before, a shot rung out in the night sky and Jaunt felt the breeze as the slug whizzed past his head. With a gurgle and the crunching sound of the drone's brain liquefying in it's skull, the one sneaking up behind him was dropped by a shot from a high powered rifle at an impossible distance. <Nice.> He smirked. “What? You honestly think I came alone?!" Savant shifted the sights on her rifle. <Fish. Barrel. All that. Avenger and Chimera are good, Sage could use ya.> <On it.> Sage was certainly holding his own, but unlike Savant and Jaunt, he didn't have eyes in the back of head. Sure, he'd tell you all day he did, but no, seriously... he didn't. He was dispatching various forms of quantum created tech-death upon a group of Asheen that were moving to intercept his barrage of technological devastation upon their numbers. When Jaunt appeared before their numbers he let an arrow loose. The big one leading the charge swallowed it like a prom date eager to keep up the status quo. “S'up.” Was the only greeting Jaunt offered as the horde behind it wailed out in fury. 'Once a game, it's on.' as the saying goes and like a bullet he charged into the horde, he jaunted past the front line, reappearing in a gap several rows past the vanguard (small 'V'). He surprised the poor fool he appeared in front of and didn't hesitate to uppercut the drone square in the chin. It was easy to forget that Jaunt was actually super strong, able to lift small cars with little difficulty, so the looks of shock from the surrounding drones when their compatriot flew up straight into the air, made it worth it. The drone didn't get very far before Jaunt reached out and snatched it by the ankle before it got too high. There was an audible 'smacking' sound against its limb as his grasp tightened and with a pivot he spun the drone around, slamming it into its brethren in a sweeping circle, smashing them with a ton of force. It was a bit cruel and unusual but screw these guys. They were trying to destroy his planet and looked like something that spawned from Lovecraft every morning after twenty minute push on the commode. <So, Sage... you given thought to what we talked about earlier?> Jaunt asked through guild chat. Sage dispatched several drones with some sort of grenade he'd conjured up. <You talked, I was ignoring you.> Jaunt beat a particularly difficult drone to the ground then continued to wail on it with the drone he was still holding. <Tomato, potato, dude. C'mon, you mean to tell me you've never been a bit curious? I mean... Savant... that's easy: Brazilian all the way. I'm sticking with my earlier choices though. Avenger has the whole angry lesbian thing going for her, so I'm guessing she's totally got Don King locked between her thighs in the classic 'It's so angry!' scene from Waiting. Vanguard, I'm guessing landing strip, she seems the type, yknow, a little teasy without being too prudish. I'm still fuzzy, get it? See what I did there? On Chimera... but then again you're dating the illegitimate freak-beast of Swamp Thing and the Tarrasque, so... yeah, I'm not quite sure I want that in my spank bank bro... but if I had to venture a guess, I'd say stencils. She trims that shit into all kinds of shapes, don't she? Chia-Kia... with her happy face, or a dropping bomb, or a lightning bolt. Maybe a nativity scene so you can think about how disappointed Baby Jesus is in you when you're down there flipping her switch...> <You know they can hear this, right?> <Dude, like they don't know I think about this stuff. You've been in my head... it's filthy.> He smirked, dodging a few blows and energy blasts, still grasping the drone by the ankle. It'd long since gone limp. “Huh, mom was right... I don't know how to take care of my toys.” He let go of the drone and was about to jaunt away when a blast at his feet tore into the earth and threw him back several yards. He was launched into the air but still managed to compose himself. He flipped backward and disappeared, jaunting back to the earth diffusing the momentum of the impact and standing there to face whatever it was that blasted him. He had a good game face, but that hurt. Gravel, stone and shards of earth had tore into him and he felt the blood trickle down his face. He wiped it away and narrowed his eyes as across the battle field a massive drone with some sort of alien (yet awesome) weapon was poppin' off shots like Kamu Valley was his block. He was a biggun' too, almost twice as tall as some of the others. “So one of you actually has some bass in his voice! That's what I'm talking about. Let's see what you got Bitch-tits.” It fired a blast at him, but he took off. He could have teleported, sure, but Jaunt wasn't built like the rest of them, he couldn't obliterate armies with the swing of his engorged quantum member... yet. He had a brain, and he had to use it, and his opposition wasn't much in the upstairs department. When all you have is a hammer... he thought as he closed the distance. He was a natural gymnast, sure they were all athletes now that they were superhuman, but none of them were gymnasts. Free running, parkour, gymnastics... before his super powers Jaunt was on his way to becoming an Olympic-class gymnast. As the blasts tore into the earth he swayed to dodge them, flipping, sliding, and vaulting over or under any obstacle in his way, the whole time the plasma blasts tore into drones or the earth, thinning the herd the closer he got. He slid under the legs of of a drone as a blast ripped through its chest, the force of the impact actually kicked him back up to his feet and he smirked, not breaking stride until the mega-drone tossed the giant cannon aside and jumped from itss perch, landing with a thunderous impact onto the soil. It roared at him. It was a loud mash-up between a roars and high pitched shriek. “I'm curious... what's it feel like to be an afterthought?” The monster roared again and charged at him. The poor beast had no clue that he had close to eleven escape routes planned and was working on twelve and thirteen. With his heightened perception constantly analyzing and assessing things on levels a normal mind couldn't fathom, Jaunt was ready. He had time. He'd been wanting to push himself for a long while now, really open up his node and take it for a spin on a level the training rooms really weren't designed for in case something went wrong. Kamu Valley, he was sure was a pretty place once, but face it, there were not going to be an picnics around this place any time soon. This shit show was the very definition of 'gone wrong'. Might as well test the waters. He felt the power in his node flare to life as Mega-Drone approached him, the smaller less powerful ones were swarming too, and he knew that soon he'd be overwhelmed. Good. The Goliath approached and stormed past him, slowing down as it swung its massive arm out to swipe at the mouthy teen as it passed but it found only air. Jaunt was gone. He reappeared in time to slam Mega-Drone in the jaw with a enough force to crack cement, and was gone. His fist slammed into the mighty drone's knee, and he was gone. His knee powered under its chin, arching its head backward as his foot slammed into the back of its neck at an impossible angle. He rocketed several blows into its abdomen, its sides, its legs, its face... he was a blur, so much so that most blows were landing before Jaunt even found himself in a position to land them. “Son of a bitch...” Savant said softly as she looked through her scope, she watched as he pushed the limits of his node, teleporting at a speed so fast that he was literally co-locating himself. Two Jaunt's spiraled around the massive drone working in succinct concentrated patterns to keep the giant off balance. When it was finally staggered enough they moved in for the finale. The faster they ported and with blows aimed at the right angles, the monstrous alien began to rise off the ground, elevated by well placed impacts that didn't allow gravity to claim its prize, not yet anyway. Higher and higher they rose, kicking and punching as the massive horde of drones swarmed about beneath them, leaping and clawing as they continued to gain altitude. Several feet above them Vanguard's clones appeared. Not just the one assigned to him, but the two assigned to Laurie as well. He couldn't lock on to individual clones, he'd mentioned that, so instead he decided to take them all. They were straight, aimed at the ground and falling fast. Jaunt disappeared and appeared above them, and braced his feet upon their feet and like a cannon he launched each of the three to the ground with a heavy push of his legs, teleporting from one to the other. Two were launched into the hordes while the third was launched at the Mega-Drone. Like missiles they soared to the earth, and as the third slammed into the falling drone power rose in her fist and she rode it all the way to the firmament. The impact was nothing short of nuclear. Hordes of drones were devastated as the two clones hit the earth and unleashed a massive shockwave, thundering the earth and throwing scores of drones off balance. With over two hundred yards of drones off balance and some even up in the air, they had no defense against the third Vanguard slamming down to the earth riding her soon to be liquefied target. Kinetic energy released over the entire area obliterating drones by turning their organs to paste and their bones to a fine ground powder. Scorched Earth was the best title Jaunt could have come up with as he reappeared by the three Vanguards among two hundred square yards of death and mayhem. “Like I said, bitch. Nothing but an afterthought, and my guns don't miss.” His head throbbed, he was gonna feel that later. His duplicate had long since faded, only being a product of the speed of his teleportations the moment he slowed to launch the Vanguards to the earth it had ceased to be. “Whew. Thanks ladies. Shame you gotta go away eventually,” He was breathing heavily and almost out of breath. Normally he wasn't tired, but pushing his node like that made him feel like he just ran a marathon without any of his enhancements. “Cuz, like... triplets... totally on my bucket list.” He looked around and managed a chuckle in between breaths. “Holy shit... we wrecked the place... hehe.” "Hell yeah!" Jaunt shouted, his fist to the heavens as the T'Tauri descended and bathed the valley in light. He had no idea what it was doing, but they weren't alone, and that was all that mattered. Sure, they were good, but the were kids, and only six kids at that. They should be at a dance right now, not... not caked in their own dried blood in pain and swiftly losing hope. They couldn't do this all night, and they all knew it. Sure it looked cool and they were mopping the floor with them so far... but the Asheen were infinite, the Irregulars weren't. "Shut these ugly bastards down..."
  45. 1 point
    "Oh, no...," Kaori attempted to defend herself as she turned beet red. "We're not-" The van jerked an everyone tumbled about, Brennan included although it did little to wake him up. As everyone regained their composure Kaori found Brennan's head nestled comfortably in her lap, nuzzling the comforting denim of her skirt with a pleased grin on his face as he settled in for a more comfortable sleep. She wasn't sure what do to. A bit of panic set in as she considered what Luci would do to her if she saw them like this... she sure didn't seem pleased a moment ago, but then again... when did she ever seem pleased? "Um, she looked around for help. Anyone? Some help please?" She's gonna kill me... she's gonna kill me... this is terrible... my serious mission for the guild, the Master has entrusted important business to me... and Luci is going to kill my magical career before it's even begun! Uhhh! You sleeping idiot... get OFF! Don't turn around... don't turn around... please don't turn around... As Brennan got more comfy, she got more embarrassed.
  46. 1 point
    Erzsébet's dark blue eyes narrowed on the woman singing on the small stage. She was not any image of a werewolf she was familiar with. The beasts of haunting the Carpathians were ravening savages barely glimpsed between the trees and under the shadows, their howls shivering the air. Very rarely seen, their threat was a nebulous presence hanging over the uncivilized regions of the area. The dusky skinned woman singing on stage conveyed none of that. Erzsébet would have thought this nothing more than one of Olaf's teasingly irritating follies, except the Burgomeister seemed too amused by the revelation. The small woman sniffed condescendingly. The 'lone wolf' was a product of modern storytelling. Wolves were a danger due to acting as a pact - in truth, a single wolf was far less dangerous. If the songstress turned out to be a rabid dog, she would be put down like a rabid dog. Erzsébet could not countenance that more than one lupine could have infiltrated as bastion of the Kine. Her gaze narrowed in interest as the predatory Italian noblewoman made her entrance, stylishly attired if disconcertingly tall compared to one of her modest height. Erzsébet politely nodded and waved when Artus excused himself to speak with the newcomer. Her eyes went to her ghoul sister Lillian, crimson lips curving with fondness as she danced with a tall man, well muscled with large hands able to completely encircle her waist who seemed to be likely entertainment for an evening. She rolled her eyes with exasperation when Artus returned with the woman and Olaf began his crass flirtations, but her lips tightened at Ravenna's condescension for their appetizers, her clear spite in enjoying any discomfort it may cause later. In response to Ravenna's disgust, Erzsébet helped her to a strawberry liberally dipped in rich cream, savoring it before standing up and slipping out of the booth. "Bella Ravenna, for some of us, death lays lightly upon us," Erzsébet murmured in a husky contralto at odds with her diminutive stature, "And we can still find pleasure in the trivialities of the Kine. Be it in gastronomic delight or the heated sensation of coupling with Kine or Kindred, what matter where we find it? There must be more to our damnation than merely cursed existence and blood and blood and blood." She gave the Italian a once-over, lips quirking. "There is nothing sad in not descending into a base beast, nor blasphemously believing one to be a god - for there is but One God. It is in fact, too often lamentably commendable for our kind. I do hope you can find your ease in Berlin, Ravenna. As for myself, I believe I am in the mood for some dancing." So saying, Erzsébet sashayed onto the dance floor to join Lillian. Petite and baroquely glamorous, the supposed Countess conveyed a sense of danger despite her delicate, curvaceous appearance. She moved like an enticing predator, graceful in her stiletto heeled boots, with a subtle strength out of proportion with her slim, short figure, her presence dominating the dance floor.
  47. 1 point
    "Done? Done?! I wasn't even aware we'd started! Y-y'know what... can all you excuse us for a second?" He points to a dark corner that looked like it might the typical CW drama spot for 'talks'. He took her by the arm and lead her off to the side. "Laurie, you can't come. I'm sorry, but you are a civilian and I'm not shooting you up into space. You don't have some super suit to protect you from spinal injuries and telekinetic explosions this time around. It's too dangerous." "Yes it is," She replied taking his hands in hers, "and its just as dangerous for you and everyone else. When we didn't go to China I went there. If there was any purpose for anyof this, then there had to be a purpose for that too. And I am not letting you go alone." She steps close to him pressing her body against his. "We don't have time to waste for this we need to go right now and get the help we need before it's too late." Devin sighed, squeezing her hands in a display of affection unaccustomed to him. "Laurie.... what you're asking me to do. Were something to happen to you, I'd have to come back here and look Sean in the eyes and tell him that I lost his sister. I'm not super dense like Lilly or strong. I don't have Kia's mutability, although I'm totally hotter than your sister and I'm not quite sure what Abel does... my point is, without that suit the last time, you would have been dead ten times over. I can't protect you," Admitting one's weaknesses had never been an easy task and Devin was certainly learning now the humility in it all. "Were something to happen to you Red... I...," He gently swept away the rogue strand of red that had fallen from her styled hair, just like it did the first time they went to the Winter Ball. After it was safely tucked behind he ear he let his hand slide along the soft curves of her cheek. "I couldn't live with myself." Laurie leaned into his caress her heart pounding. "Devin you don't have time. I have to go because you have to come back here and get everyone to China. I'll get the bomb Ill get it to you in China." She pulled back and looked Devin square in the eye "Now quit arguing with me Jaunt, and teleport . Now!" He closed his eyes. More to keep back the rush of emotion he was feeling and how awkward this new sensation was. She was right, and he hated it. He used it as a moment of solace to build up the energy he would need. He pictured the observation deck, he called for the memory and after a few moments they were there... Laurie stepped away from him and looked around. The scenery was no less amazing the second time around. "Jaunt, thank you." His back was already to her so she couldn't see how he looked: irritated, mad, scared. "You better come home. You owe me a bomb." His form broke down and Jaunt shifted into pure quantum and was gone.
  48. 1 point
    After Sean's words Laurie took a step closer to Devin, a bit closer then she'd gotten before and took his hand in hers. He looked down, then looked at her. "Don't look at me like that, we're on a date. I'm keeping up appearances. Don't get any ideas." She'd never quite figured out if it was a crush or some jacked up version Stockholm Syndrome where she found herself strangely attracted to the guy who used to remind he that she was a freckled ginger who would die alone because guys liked women with bewbs. The more she got to know him though the less and less afraid of him she was, he stopped being the miserable ogre of her self-esteem nightmares and began just being a regular guy... with issues, like she had issues, and Sean had issues... everyone of the Irregulars had a story, not all of them good. Besides, she had bewbs now, so screw you Jauntsen! <Punching your date? Oh, this is a must...> Devin chimed up with his thoughts. <Shame, I kinda like the guy. I thought not everyone was genetically predisposed towards enhancing? I mean, Laurie hasn't enhanced either, unless crazy is her superpower.> Her thumbnail dug deeply into his palm and he winced. "I. Can. Hear. You." She said through tightly pursed lips. "Ow, ow, ow..." He tried to let go, but she refused to relinquish her new torture tool: his hand. "Sean... stop relaying stuff, dude... Guild Chat is supposed to be our time... our special time... away from Crazy Cat Lady..." He winced as the pain shot through his hand again. He was more laughing than in pain though. "Ow, ow..."
  49. 1 point
    Sean had shrugged awkwardly when Marissa had called him and Clare a cute couple. He hadn't really noticed her before his own transformation, and after her's, he had started questioning her mental stability. He was questioning it now, after all the calls and noticing she was the only number blocked in her phone in this... reality, or whatever it was. "Um, that rabbit hole goes deep and twisty, Marissa," Sean piped in with caution in his high voice. "If you find out where it goes, you're gonna think we're nuts." The small boy grinned crookedly in self-deprecation. "More nuts. So consider carefully if you really want to know more." He took a sip of coffee, letting the blessed caffeine warm him, then tilted his cup towards Devin. "I don't believe it was your fault, Devin. Just an interaction or confluence of effects." He pursed his lips. "Maybe a trap in case someone tried to do just what we were doing." He nodded towards Kia and Lilly. "We might not be able to do the things we could before, but I still remember most of what I knew. If the DoE project doesn't exist here or we can't get access to it, we might be able to recreate the event ourselves." Sean's determined expression looked strained. He might know in theory how to make a portal set-up, but he no longer had the devastating brilliance that let him make theory into reality or adapt for any unexpected variables or difficulties that came up. Or to cobble something like that together from scrap. "If we can get our hands on the right parts, of course."
  50. 1 point
    Lilly began getting dressed, pulling on jeans, a shirt, hoodie and grabbed her winter coat. Though while enhanced, the cold would have no affect on her, she was usually powered down, so she still concerned herself with things like dressing warmly, only 'cheating' and powering up if it got really cold. She had always done it since she became enhanced for a simple reason. Her humanity. She did not want to forget who she was, where she came from or what it was like to be normal. She had noticed how some of the others, especially Abel and Sean, had begun to gradually change over the weeks. Their new superhuman perceptions and intelligence caused them to grow more distant at times, not from the other Irregulars really, but from normal people. Their tone and speech sometime hinted that people were more like resources than.. well.. people. Maybe they understood a bigger picture or something that Lilly didn't, but was mildly worrisome on occasion. Lilly, for her part, expressed her enhancements in a very outwardly physical way. She did notice that she could think a little more swiftly, and clearly now, but Trig was not particularly easier or anything. Lilly felt that even her physical changes could distance her from her parents and humanity in general though. When powered up, so many physical concerns were trivial to her. Heck, they were not even trivial, they were downright inconsequential. A gun pointed at her head wouldn't even make her blink and it firing might mess up her hair a little. A claymore mine was a minor annoyance. Even the mundane things, like grabbing a hot pan without an oven mit would not even phase her. And it was all of those things that would not only make her parents, and others if they saw them, more distant from her, but also her more distant from then. No longer sharing the same concerns had a tendency to do that, so Lilly had somehow taught herself to shut down her node and go back to her pre-enhancement self. It was something none of the others seemed to be able to do. Maybe it just was not important to them, but it certainly was to her. She still felt cold, stubbed her toe, spilled things and so on, like any normal person would. It also made her appreciate her powers even more. That's not to say the other didn't, but powered up and down made he well aware of the differences and the help her powers were. < Maybe this'll end up being a good thing? Give them all a taste of what it's like to be normal again and remind them of who they were. Hmm.. Silver linings, I guess. > she thought to herself with a shrug as she pulled on her boots. Lilly grabbed her keys and opened the door to her room and peeked out. She proceeded cautiously down the hall, as if she were expecting a trap or something and through the house, taking notes of the differences before slipping out and trudging to her old, rusty, pickup truck. After alternately cursing and encouraging her cold truck, it finally started. She cranked what passed for the heater and put her phone between her thighs so she would make sure to hear or feel it ringing and then headed for town, mulling things over.
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