Jump to content
  • Content Count

    202
  • Joined

  • Last visited

  • Created by

    The Story Guide

Community Reputation

0 Neutral

About Teagan Shae Ammer

  • Rank
    Minion

Profile Information

  • Gender
    Not Telling

Recent Profile Visitors

The recent visitors block is disabled and is not being shown to other users.

  1. In the noise and confusion and then the screams and purple flame, Teagan made her way back over to where Pickaxe Guy and Death From Below Girl were fighting. She found the length of chain connecting Pickaxe Guy back to the other prisoners that would very much like to not be handed pickaxes or really be dealing with anything right now were. Aiming for links on laying flush on the ground so she didn't drag Pickaxe Guy down with the swing, she started working on Operation Spiders-Aren't-Our-Only-Problems.
  2. Well, I guess the diva can take care of herself, Teagan thought, staring in disbelief at Siobhan's shot. Her eyes caught on James and his newfound pickaxe; she made a dash for him. "Is there another one in there?" she shouted as she ran, adding when she was close enough to speak quietly. "Maybe we can get people free, too."
  3. Teagan let out a yelp of alarm, instinctively shoving the most vulnerable person (in her mind) behind her as she took up a defensive stance. Siobhan found herself the recipient of a hard push as Teagan snapped, "What the hell? Monster spider Nazis now, too?!?"
  4. Teagan turned hostile eyes on the Major, crossing her arms. "So, since you apparently have to kidnap your 'treasures,' I assume 'cherish' means put out or we'll just rape you anyways? I mean, I get it. No one wants to fuck a Nazi, let alone willingly marry something so sub-human. Other than head-case with the shiner over there." She made a rude gesture towards Ava, her opinion of the woman quite clear. "And the Third Reich? Utter embarrassing flop. Read a goddamn history book."
  5. "Just leave the stupid racist bitch alone," Teagan glared at Ava, but she'd moved over to Siobhan to check on her. "She's clearly a waste of carbon and oxygen. Not worth it." And the other one's a diva that's going to have a second breakdown on us once she realizes this isn't the latest season of Survivor: Nazi Edition. Great.
  6. Initiative: Details:[7d2 (1 2 1 2 1 1 2)] - 3 successes
  7. Teagan lurched towards Ava, rage and murder clear on her face. Morgan managed grab Teagan's arms and lean in front of her. "Not now," she told the tempestuous blonde in a low tone. She could feel Teagan seething, muscles clenched tight and the incision on her arm seeping blood again. She finally sat back, ripping her eyes away from the woman who'd just identified herself as a collaborator with the enemy. "What. the. hell. is. going. on?" Teagan hissed through clenched teeth, her words not so much an actual question or meant to carry past Morgan and Siobhan.
  8. Teagan blinked at the make-up advice mid-kidnapping, but she managed to place the woman's face and gave the benefit of the doubt for coping mechanisms. "Well, high elf wizard is a bit cliché in the nerd world, but it's fun." She smiled, a gave the make-up bag a nod. "I might take you up on the eye liner, but once we're out of here, okay?" "Okay, so you two are famous. My family has money. Maybe that's what this about? Ransom or something?" She glanced at the men on the other side of the bars, dropping her voice even lower. "One of them said that they aren't trusted yet. Maybe it's like a hazing thing, the uniforms? They could be some sort of...neo-nazis, but like trying to be even more like original Nazis? Since those running the actual show all seem to be German, or at least playing at actually being German."
  9. The platinum blonde nodded to Morgan. "Me too. Apparently I dressed for the wrong costume party." Her voice was level and dry, motioning to her gauzy high elf dress and wildly impractical knee-high heel boots. "I'm Teagan." She looked at both of them, her brow furrowing. "Do I know either of you? You guys seem kinda familiar."
  10. Teagan looked over at Siobhan and Morgan, making a note that something weird was going on with the men. Is this some weird hazing? I'm a senior! She sighed and looked down at her arm. Hazing doesn't usually involve surgery and trackers. She moved over to the other women, crouching down next to Morgan. "Deep breaths," she said as soothingly as she could. "In, count to five, and out, count to five. It'll make your body calm down so you can think. Then you can tell us who Juno is." And maybe we can all make a plan. Train whistle. We could really be anywhere. Don't panic! In, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Out, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
  11. Teagan kept her arm out of sight of their Nazi (or at least neo-Nazi) train car companions. "It's fine," she said softly. "It's clotted, I just don't have anything to clean it off with." True to words, Morgan could now see that the arm wasn't bleeding much anymore, but mostly just smeared with drying blood. The small incision was still wet, seeping a little fresh blood around the forming clot, and lacked the stitches her own arm had. There were several small pinprick holes where the thread should be. Teagan gave their male carmates a glare, and asked Morgan in a near whisper, "Any idea what the hell is going on?"
  12. Teagan woke up and then went still. Terror raced through her, but her mind quickly clung onto to the tactics and sort-of skills she'd picked up from role playing adventurers. She glanced around the car as much as she could without actually moving her head, then slowly pulled herself under her blanket and cloak. She took stock of herself, noting the groggy, fuzzy-headed feeling in her mind and the sting around the puncture holes. The stitches sent her heartbeat through the roof again and had her gulping in humid, hot breaths. She prodded at the wound, wincing at the pain but pushing through - there! She felt a lump that wasn't supposed to be there, She pulled the sutures out, hissing at the painful tug on sliced flesh; once that was done she took a deep breath and pinched down on the flesh, trying to force it out. It didn't work. She pinched again, then poked, tugged and shook, all to no avail. Whatever the hell these people had put in her - probably a tracker - it wasn't coming out. Which probably meant they attached it to something. It was going to to take tools and someone with specific medical knowledge to get the damn thing out. She cradled her bleeding arm, tugging the blanket down and using it as an awkward bandage to soak up the blood. She hadn't made a sound yet, despite tears streaming down her face from the pain. She laid there for several minutes, letting the cut clot and her eyes clear up from the tears. When she cautiously poked her head, she noticed the five other women in cells like her. Then there were the men. Her eyes widened and her mind spun. "What the hell?" she whispered, staring at them without realizing she was staring. "I've been kidnapped by Nazis." Her brain, ever a perverse imp, added That's so last century.
  13. So far, everything had gone perfectly. Admittedly, she'd spent nearly a week getting the treasure hunt set up across the Square and two weeks before that convincing the group that it would be fun and not something they'd get arrested for. She hadn't been able to make it too arduous - after all, most of the group was far more couch potato than fantasy medieval adventurers like their characters, but she'd found good places to hide "monsters" (usually plushies wedged somewhere out of the way or left with bemused shop owners) and all the treasures were cute little bags of candies or chocolates so everyone would want to keep going. "C'mon Teagan! We can't fight a beholder! We're not high enough level!" The complaint came in over her bluetooth headset as she watched the group at the Starbuck's across the street from her. The "beholder" was sitting gamely on the counter while several baristas laughed and watched the group pout over her choice of final boss. She'd found an Etsy shop that sold D&D monster plushies - that's what set off her entire 'Night of a Thousand Battles' idea in the first place. Where am I going to put all of these when we're done? Maybe up in the display case in the living room? It's not like Dad is ever home to see I moved all of his fish trophies. The fact that the group of six was already holding a dozen or so other plushies and was dressed up like the Ren Faire had a bastard child with GenCon made her giggle again. Her own flowy dress was elf-Tolkien inspired, with a heavy cloak on over it because December in New York was far too cold for fun fashion. "Oh, buck up guys. I've given you long rests between each fight and potions and stuff in the treasure. Don't be idiots and you'll be fine. You can do this. And dinner's on me when you're done." Marty rolled his eyes, glancing around because he knew their puckish GM had to be somewhere nearby. She never missed a show and this was just so her. "At least we're at a Starbucks. I need coffee before Telran gets disintegrated by a New Year's surprise beholder." "I coulda made it a New Year's surprise tarrasque," she teased back. Evie hissed at Marty, "I like my warlock, Marty. Don't give her ideas!" She also glanced around, but couldn't spot her friend in the crush of people. "And I want Veselka after this. My feet are killing me. And Andrew is cute and working tonight." The rest of the group rolled their eyes but didn't protest. Veselka was a twenty four hour restaurant with good food and Andrew was cute. "Tell you what," Teagan said over the group chat, "if you guys can take out the beholder without any of you going down, I'll even open a tab for everyone, my treat!" The group shouted in appreciation, pulling the soft and squishy beholder over to a table after grabbing a few drinks. Character sheets were pulled up on Roll20 and initiative's rolled. They waited for Teagan to add in the beholder to their virtual tabletop and get the combat underway. After a minute, Alex frowned and prompted, "Teagan? We're all here. What's up?" Thirty seconds rolled by. "Teagan?" "Maybe she went to the bathroom?" Marty offered up, frowning. Evie snorted, "She doesn't turn her phone off for that, remember?" Rachel stood up. She was the quietest of the group, playing their monk and still a bit shy about hanging out. "Teagan?" She gave it a few seconds, then pulled up her friend locator app. Six quick steps brought her to the edge of an ally between the Starbucks and a boutique clothing store. Laying on the ground next to the bluetooth earpiece was Teagan's phone. The glass was covered in spiderweb cracks down one side and the stats for the beholder glowed softly from the screen. As Rachel bent to pick it up, the phone locked itself - she'd been gone for five minutes exactly.
  14. Teagan Shae Ammer Teagan was born to the well-to-do Ammer family, the only child Wynnona and Evan Ammer. Her childhood was relatively idyllic, with top-notch private schools, several family vacations a year, and all the toys and experiences a doted-on child could ask for. She showed a remarkable intelligence and aptitude for the sciences from a young age and her parents ensured she had the support to nurture her talents. To ensure she stayed fit and healthy, her parents also signed her up for at least one sport or ongoing outdoor activity each year. She loves swimming, running, and rock climbing the most. When Teagan turned 15, her mother had a stroke and died on the way to the hospital. Her death devastated Teagan and Evan, though the two dealt with it in wildly different manners. Evan began to spiral into social alcoholism and (thankfully generally benign) drug use; Teagan leaned heavily on her friends and even expanded her friend group looking for emotional support. This lead to her exposure to role playing, which has become her primary social hobby. Her father eventually remarried a much younger woman three years ago and while Teagan thinks her stepmother is a fine person, the fact that she’s in late twenties while Evan has just tipped over into his sixties still creeps her out (in fact, Lillian is only about five years older than Teagan). Evan and Lillian have spent the past three years mostly out of the country on the world’s longest honeymoon. Teagan was accepted at Columbia University and is in her senior year for her Bachelor’s of Engineering. She’s been an exemplary student, done internships during the summer, and has several (graduation-contingent) job offers already. As a person without the need to work, she’s taking her time deciding what she really wants to do. She’s also put in an application for a Master’s program at MIT because those people get to play with the best toys. Generally cheerful and carefree, Teagan is looking forward to her future.
  15. I'm making Teagan. She's generally pointed at the super science stuff, mechanically. Fluff-wise, she's a spunky role-player in Times Square for the ball drop because she convinced her gaming group to do a larp treasure hunt through Times Square as a fun activity for the night and to pass the time until midnight. She's a college student at Columbia University, an Engineering major. Her mother died when she was a teen and her father remarried to a woman too close to Teagan's age bracket for comfort and is (several years in) still living like a lovesick newlywed (thankfully usually in some exotic locale Teagan's new step-mom picked out). Unlike many of her economic bracket peers, Teagan turned to role-playing and friend-making to cope instead of to drugs or destructive behavior. An extrovert, strong optimist, and endless problem solver, she's engaging and sometimes just a bit too much for quieter or more introverted people.
×
×
  • Create New...