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“Oh what a joy it is, to offer guidance to the lost and the weary!” - Words of an unnamed, pre-League, prophet.
Time passes. A few easy, unremarkable days that allow you the mercy of rest and the delusion of peace. Days that you've more than earned.
With each day that passes, your apartment feels more and more like home, time washing away the intangible stain left behind by your uninvited visitor. Just as you put him behind you, Lize does so as well. Her bruise fades quickly, although the wound on her lip never quite vanishes – she'll likely have a scar there for years to come, although that might be to her advantage. Lizbeth Akilina Alkaev, runaway noble and missing person, has no such scar after all. Maybe it won't be necessary – it doesn't take long for face to vanish from public noticeboards, and then for her name to fade from the public mind.
You see Alyssia once, briefly, and make vague plans to meet again – a proper meeting, and a proper talk. You see Iosefka once as well, an even briefer and more awkward meeting where you handed over her papers before walking out. You were in no mood for a lengthy conversation, not at that time. Instead, you presented yourself at the Ministry, reporting for whatever duties they might have for you.
What was meant to be an overnight stay for Camilla lasted a good bit longer but, eventually, she had to return to her duties as well. Before that, though, there was time for one more evening together.
>>1014027
It's a beautiful night to walk the empty capital streets, even though the edge of the wind was sharp enough to cut you to the bone. So cold and dry that it burned as you took it into your lungs, the air had a perfect stillness to it – a rare moment of utter silence. Above, from a cloudless sky, the full moon shone like a lump of crystal. Pure white, without even the suggestion of redness, that moon seemed like a good omen. An omen of what, however, you could not say.
“I'll be busy,” Camilla mentioned casually, as you walked, “Up in Port Steyr. Loch seems to think there's going to be trouble there, and I can't really bring myself to disagree. More soldiers, for one thing, with nothing to do but drink and start fights. It's not the soldiers I'm worried about, though – it's the natives.” She falls silent for a while, cutting her words short as you pass another couple. They cling to each other like lost children, giggling and murmuring soft words not meant for anyone else.
The natives, you prompt after a further moment, what about them?
“Right. Like I said, it's the natives I'm worried about,” Camilla nods slowly, “Now that the White Tyrant has fallen, it seems like countless numbers of them are emerging from hiding – some hostile, some not. Most of them seem content to become citizens of the Free States, and that's where my work starts. Chances are, some of those “new citizens” are just as hostile as the barbarians. Spies, saboteurs, witches and murderers... every damn problem we had in Port Steyr is about to get a dozen times worse.”
Busy, you point out, is quite the understatement.
“That's why I've got to head back, do my share of the hard work,” offering you a weary smile, Camilla continues, “At least Loch is taking things seriously. He understands how dangerous these groups are, and how quickly they need to be destroyed.”
You consider the morning news, and the wave of arrests it described. Loch, it seems, has been busy digging out the remains of the conspiracy. A smuggling ring, that was how the men had been described, not a word about any larger schemes. Perfect control over the flow of information – that's Loch's style, no question about it. Well, you're not about to dispute it, you're just happy to finally wash your hands of it all. You've got a feeling that Camilla might not be the only one who's going to be busy soon. Gut instinct, but you've leaned to listen to your gut by now.
“Well, here we are,” as Camilla nods across to the station, her smile warms, “I'll see you around, Henryk. Next time you're up in Port Steyr, we'll talk some more... if I can get a few minutes. You'll be careful, right?”
Of course, you assure her with a remarkably straight face, you're always careful.
For a moment it looks as though Camilla is about to say something else but then, with a firm nod, she turns and strides into the station.
>>1014028
As you're walking slowly back to your tenement, you think more on Camilla's words. In your mind's eye, you see the light of civilisation slowly spreading across the northern territories. Nomadic tribes and their humble dwellings would be replaced by paved streets and concrete structures, while the native faiths – ancient in so many ways – would fade quietly into obscurity. It feels like a bleak vision of the future, when you consider it in such terms, but you know that there will be advantages as well. Less raiding and pillaging, for one thing.
Still, it casts the rest of the night in a rather melancholy tone – or was it Camilla's departure, rather than her words, that was to be blamed for your dour mood?
No matter. Let the future devour itself like some rabid dog, if that's what lies ahead – you're just one man, you can't be responsible for every single thing. You and your own, that's all you have to look out for.
-
“Looks like it's just you and me again, huh?” Lize remarks as you sit heavily down at the table, “Unless you were planning on bringing home some more waifs and strays? Hey, you bring a Snake over here, and you'll have had the full set!”
Maybe so, you agree, but you're not in the habit of inviting Scholars back for dinner.
“Yeah,” the young Dragon's face sours, “Can't really blame you there, I... oh, oh wait!” Snapping her fingers suddenly, Lize stands sharply upright and fetches a small slip of paper from the kitchen. A neatly printed address, with a name added in that same precise hand. The name is...
Hyde, you read aloud, Alyssia passed the address along?
“Yeah, she said that he said that you... wait, let me start that again,” Lize frowns, slowing to a more understandable speed and choosing her words carefully, “Hyde told Alyssia that you might want to meet up, and she got his address. Then I got it, and so now you've got it. There – easy, right? Gotta say though, I'm kinda surprised – I thought they'd just shack up together. Well... none of my business, I guess.”
But she's curious, you remark, right?
“Oh sure, absolutely,” Lize doesn't even bother to pretend otherwise, “I'll be relying on you to get all the gory details, okay?”
So it's come to this, you think to yourself, gossip and relationship drama. Still, you had been meaning to catch up with a few people and, starting from the morning, you'll have plenty of free time ahead of you. Where, then, to go first?
>Alyssia. You've got Hartmann's idol to show her
>Hyde. You've got a lot to catch up with
>Iosefka. She'll be able to explain those notes
>Other
>>1014029
>>Alyssia. You've got Hartmann's idol to show her
We're here anyways.
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"RANGE HOT!" The rangemaster called from the far side of the firing range. You raised your M1911 and took aim at the target in front of you. You thumbed off the safety and began to methodically pump rounds downrange as the other assorted pilots and soldiers at the range began to fire at their targets.
You had made your way over here after ending the call to the Mercer residence. You felt in the mood to shoot something. You had always found that shooting was at least somewhat therapeutic, and it helped hone your skills in the event that you were shot down. Not that you wouldn't go down without a fight in the first place. Your number of kills thus-far was proof that it would take a bit more than the average swarm of conscript pilots in MiG-21s to smoke you.
As you had made you way through the base, you had noticed that people had started acting... differently towards you.
Back at Chitose, people had barely reacted to you. They always had their places to go and things to do, and they didn't really react to a grumpy navy-man walking about. But here, everybody seemed to notice you, and react in some way.
The American pilots that you would come across would give you a respectful nod, which you returned in kind. The Japanese most of the time would do the same, but others would give you a slight glare, as if they didn't like seeing another American on their turf.
When they noticed the Tanto however, their expressions quickly changed from annoyance to shock. They seemingly hadn't expected someone like you to be given it. But none of them challenged you so you didn't have any delays getting to the firing range.
When you had arrived at the indoor firing range, you had been given spare magazines and a half-full box of .45 ACP. The markings on the box listing it as having been produced back during the Second World War. Your lane was number 5, to your left was a short Japanese pilot that kept giving you worried glances as you loaded your pistol. His eyes glancing at either your face, or the ceremonial knife that you carried. To your right, stood a US serviceman in OD-green fatigues, if you had to guess he was either logistics or some other third-line schmuck.
As you ejected your first mag, you contemplated what you would do after your time at the range.
>You would head over to Dredd's office. You still have to get your orders.
>You were planning on heading to the hangers to check up on the jets.
>You were considering phoning the Mercer Residence again, maybe Lauren's back home by now?
>You wanted to head back to the barracks to grab your wallet, you need a beer.
>Other (write in)
>>1015393
>You would head over to Dredd's office. You still have to get your orders.
>>1015393
>>You would head over to Dredd's office. You still have to get your orders.
>>1015393
>You would head over to Dredd's office. You still have to get your orders.
"DUDE," the Sansui pleads to the other, his hands shaking, "you are completely missing
the point."
"Pff! No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not!"
They've been at it for a full hour already. Coming in and out of your sight, the Sansuis
are the only novelty you ever get, as your eyes are fixed on the door. Sometimes, they stay.
"Galapagos turtles used to weight up to 417kg of pure concentrated motherfucker." The first
Sansui rumbles, shaking its arms up and down. "Did you see that neck? Did you see
that long-ass, glorious muscle of a neck? Man yo-"
"It's still worth shit if it's slow. Why do you think they went from like two hundred thousand to
three thousand in just one hundred little years? Dude, Galapagos turtles got fucking
wrecked. Time to deal with it."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
He steps forward. "Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah." And he does, too.
You watch them stare at each other in silence, the only sad attempting at an interruption
being another Sansui cursing from the background.
"Hit me in the face." Says the first Sansui, proud of the Galapagos.
"What? You sure?"
"Yeah." He states like a hero. "Do it."
(Cont!)
"AAA FUCK waitwaitwait-"
This is the third time already the Sansui cowers before the hit. The other sighs.
"Man, you SURE about this?!"
"FUCK!" It stomps on the floor. Then, it takes a breath. "ALRIGHT, DO IT."
"You suuuu-"
"MOTHERFUCKER ILL DUNK YOU, DO IT."
It shrugs."Aight!"
By now, a few more Sansuis gathered to watch. It flinches again.
"WAIT." It stops the hitting one, just as this one turns. "I'll close my eyes now."
The rest of the Sansuis look at each other, nodding in silence. Once it's faced again, the
Galapagos Sansui closes it's eyes, then flinches once in a while without anyone doing
anything but laugh.
"GOD DAMMIT! FUCKING HURR-" It's dunked on straight in the face. It falls out of your line of
sight. "AAAWW... My FUCKING face, man!"
"Ooooooooooooooooo-OOOOOOOOOHH!" the rest start jumping around like monkeys in
panic, slamming things against the floor at high-fiving each other.
"Wait, hit me too."
"Hey hit me!"
"HIT ME!"
"FUCK-OH FUCK-"
It went on for hours.
(Cont!)
>>1011059
"Nielly?"
It's Roomba's voice. It brings you back to a better place, deep in water, genocide, and a
subtle hint of cannibalism.
Yet you grimace. Now that you've got a personality, you can't help but gauge the sheer
stupidity of the past days all at once. You wonder if she was spared.
"Do the interviews over the phone." You say, softly, with a very faint smile. "You'll lose
accuracy, but you'll be able to finish them tonight if everyone picks up." You open at the
tiny Fake the only hand you've got available. While the other is under your head as you take
a whole sofa to yourself, you know you aren't moving anytime soon. "You seemed keen to
train people on first aid so there goes that. Trash seemed to have cherry picked fucks
capable of fighting."
"They all are." The blonde answers, as if only her eyes were asleep. "Their ways and
methods vary, but there ain't none of my Fucks that can't take a motherfucker down." She
grabs a cup with water and lifts it. "Just look at that musclehorn smashing assholes so hard
we couldn't find their bodies." She takes a sip, as Roomba subtly cowers. "Cheers
motherfucker, a musclehorn to the very end."
And only then Trash's notices the myriad of "subtle" signals Vaal throws her way. The
templar blinks in confusion.
Yet you save the day from your couch. "Lumina is likely to be coming along anyways so scrap
the mechanical test," you drag-turn towards the gloomy Roomba, "and we can play poker with
your new fuck-buddies on a ship that isn't loaded with void bombs," Trash whistles while
her girlfriend blinks hard at you, "and likely to be bisected in the most effective "'no-horn go
home dance' in history."
"Oh well." Vaal shrugs, grinning. "Guess they don't make them with tact anymore."
"Moody is a good choice, but that's up to Toasty." Trash states firmly, taking another
drink and then clearing her throat.
Or you could just call up whoever you feel like and we'll roll with that." You pause, tilting your
head as you find the toaster sad as Vaal whispers from behind her, which seems to
make her nod. "...Might just want to save that for a backup plan though."
Yet, Roomba sits straight.
"OK." She nods, almost sheepishly. "Let's do that."
"The whole phone interviews?" Trash adds, Lumina and the hornmother whispering from
behind her, looking at you. "Atma wanted to come anyway, but to be honest it's not a bad
idea at all. Saves a lot of time." Then she stops, scratching her head. "Just be ready for
bullshit since now everyone will want off this clusterfuck."
"Trash can explain to you their distinct combat capabilities." It's Vaal, from behind Roomba. "Moody can do the mechanics interview from the phone, but I'm not sure about the first aid tests..."
"Nielly can." It's Roomba, nodding firmly. She turns at you, smiling. "She must be very good
at that."
You wonder what she remembers about them...
>>1013788
"Sure, I'll grill them for you 'long as you put them on speakerphone.
Trash is right about bullshit though. Everyone is going to want a ride out of here and unless they're willing to work for free _you're_ going to have to tell some of them to buzz off in your own toasty way. So quench that incandescent little heart of yours Toast, it's time to make the tough calls.
While I'm out of power-saving mode you where built by the Sansui's right Toast? How did they act around you?"
3 votes decide race and location.
Unseen in the desert.
Magic Jews in Magic Jerusalem
>>1016063
>Faun
>Jungle
Hedonistic shamans
>>1016063
Catfolk
Jungle Archipelago
Hello and welcome back to Mortal Kombat Konquest. On today's continuation of the previous episode, we'll be following Zian Liang, AKA Tundra. After gaining a new pet dragon, Yukiryu, helping Frost overcome her fear of the Dragon Medallion and starting a new relationship with Sam, Tundra has spent the holiday season relaxing and bonding with family and friends. But evil never takes a vacation, and little does he know that he is being watched...
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On a cloudy, cold Chicago morning, beneath a thick layer of grey that no sunlight can penetrate, two Dragon Jets streak across the sky, leaving trails in their wake. Their target destination lies in the heart of Chicago: Rush University Medical Center, its largest hospital, currently in the midst of a crisis. The manner of this emergency is one that Tundra, the designated squad leader for his team of five, is all-too familiar with: wraiths.
The Wraith-Plague has affected a number of regions around Earthrealm, Edenia and Outworld. Noob Saibot's disease, which rapidly kills its victims and transforms them into wraiths, has been battled in a number of ways, most successfully in Outworld thanks to efforts by Cao to secure magical water for the city of Z'unkahrah, but in Earthrealm the most success has been had with quarantining the victims.
At 0500 hours this morning, a special care division at Rush University Medical Center that was actively treating those afflicted with the Wraith-Plague went silent, and the disease broke free. Now, more than half a thousand patients and staff are in danger, and not just from the recently turned. When enough wraiths gather in one location, the risk of a shadow-portal opening to the Netherrealm, through which Noob Saibot's Army of Darkness could spill through, greatly rises. The New Defenders have barely held back such an incursion before, but all it would take is one single shadow-portal for Chicago to be overwhelmed.
In the back of one of the Dragon Jets in the passenger section, tightly buckled into one of the seats, Tundra tightens his gauntlets and adjusts his mask. Alongside him are Frost and Vapor, and across from them are Takeda and Fox. Lin Kuei and Shirai Ryu, some of the best warriors on the team, and Tundra has been chosen to lead this strike force. His team's mission is clear: elimination of as many wraiths as possible. Kaito's team, consisting of himself, Specialist Briggs, Kung Jin, Sam and a squad of elite OWEA Special Forces soldiers are going to work on assisting efforts to evacuate patients. Their team will enter through the lower levels. Tundra's team is going in from the top.
Takeda slams a hand into his fist. "It's been too long since we've kicked some wraith butt," he says with some enthusiasm. "The only thing I hate is the laundry afterwards. You guys got any tips for getting that black blood out of clothing?"
"Yeah, try freezing your enemies so they don't bleed when you shatter them," Frost cockily replies. "Oh, wait, that's right: not all of us can be Lin Kuei."
>>1014968
Before further clan feuding can continue, Tundra speaks up. "Enough of that. Remember, we're dealing with civilians on site. Take this seriously."
Takeda's smile goes away and he nods, ready to do just that. Tundra is well and familiar with the telepath's methods of making situations easier with his humor, but he knows that when the going gets rough, Takeda won't back out. Like Fox, he's a professional. There's a reason the five of them were chosen for this mission.
The pilot's voice comes over the intercom. "Three minutes to target."
Fox looks up at Tundra. "What's the plan, Tundra? How do you want to approach?"
>We make for the wraith study area; they'll be thickest there
>Once on site, spread out but don't get too far; let's sweep the floors
>Focus on finding anyone alive on the upper levels and rescuing them
>Secure an evacuation route from the upper levels to the lower levels for doctors and patients
>Other/Write-in
>>1014974
>>Once on site, spread out but don't get too far; let's sweep the floors
It would've been nice to have a couple more people for such an important mission but I guess that ain't gonna happen. We'll set up a safe zone on the roof with the dragon wing and make a safe path for any person we come across, while clearing out any sign of a wraith.
The year is 2261. From old Terra humanity has spread out in bulk across the universe. Even with the universe infinite, where almost all resources are unlimited across the many planets, humanity still wars amongst themselves. Space is a cold dwelling, where only the most cold hearted survive. The thing humanity seeks most is to simply survive. HONK!
>Research facility Spess-Tek 34 Sigma, space sector Hipsilon Oi.
Spess-Tek 34 Sigma is administrated by Captain Aaron Tolma. This station focuses on Artifact research, while dallying in Engine subsystems processing research. The population of 34 Sigma is 200+ personnel, since the facility is gargantuan to accommodate the Engine subsystem research. With the growing population of personnel comes miscreants and all sorts of degenerates. SEC is very lax regardless, since 34 Sigma is on the fringe of Nanotrasen corp. territory.
Many fates and flights of destiny have occurred in this money machine death trap..How do you fit in this?
>>1014509
Command
>Head of Personnel
>Head of Security
>Chief Medical Officer
>Chief Engineer
>Research Director
>Blueshield
SEC
>Warden
>Security Officer
>Detective
>Internal Affairs
Engineering
>Station Engineer
>Mechanic
>Atmospheric Technician
Medical
>Medical Docter
>Paramedic
>Surgeon
>Chemist
>Genetist
>Virologist
>Psychologist
Research
>Scientist
>Robotist
>Xenobiologist
Supply
>Quartermaster
>Cargo Technician
>Shaft Miner
Service
>Janitor
>Chef
>Bartender
>Botonist
>Waiter
Civilian
>Assistant
>Clown
>Mime
>Chaplain
>Librarian
>Silicon
>>1014509
>>Robotist
>>1014509
>Internal Affairs
>Information
This quest takes place long before the events of The Last Airbender. Long before Aang, Roku, Kyoshi, Kuruk, or Yangchen. You play as a young Earthbender from a small village in one of the many Kingdoms scattered across the main continent. As a powerful villain strives to dominate the world, you will be forced to make choices that can stop it, aid it, or have no effect whatsoever.
>Rules
After each update I make, there will be a voting period of ten minutes. Once ten minutes have passed, whatever option has the most support will be the winner.
Write-ins are accepted, but only when specified If you see a write-in option, suggest whatever you like. If not, choose from the options I have provided.
Sometimes, rolls will be required. I will assign them, and they will operate under a d100 system. You will have three chances, and if one of the rolls succeeds, you pass. There are no crits, but I do take into account how much you succeed or fail by.
I reserve the right to veto certain write-ins, but will try to avoid doing so.
I hope you all have fun
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>>1011917
>>1011917
THE TIME HAS COME AND SO HAVE I
It's clobberin time!
>Last thread went autosage due to time.
>THIS TIME ON PACYOA:
Last we left our heroes. They where on/near/in a newly raised carrier blimp surrounded by 12 lights that are looking them down with a collection of weapons.Backup has been radioed in, one player has retreated to act as the comm base, and I dropped my hot pocket down the front of my shirt.
Everyone can post. Will post last missions GM post after this one.
>>1022783
There was a low thum in the background. Drowned out in the cacophony of noise that was probably very thrilling to anyone involved.
Tribes wasn't thrilled. Because he didn't have the chemicals in his brain to actually produce that kind of emotion. He was, however, amused, to some extent. Waiting. Anticipation. Feelings that were new-ish.
After a few moments, the construct got sick of waiting, turning themselves towards the door of their deployment pod.. And pushing with all their might.
The thing bust open, the bit of metal that made up the door flying away. The levitation matrix inside the suit activating as the metal hulk around it fell to earth.
Tribes hefted it's rifle, on the very edge of the fighting, giving a quick look over it's attachments before flicking the scope on.
"Marksman support here. Hello hello everyone."
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>>996131
And Raving wolf fails. I bet Raging wolf would have done fine. : ^ )
>The joke is now complete.
>>996143
Noted.
>>996144
Noted.
>>996161
At this range you have to fire thought a ship hull to hit the hangar. However to don't care and shoot at one. When you do so however it goes though the hull and hits the center of the darkness of the hangar. Causing an explosion an a puff of a fireball to blow out the hangar. The F10 that was taxing out to become part of said fireball.
There is a rumble from the explosion of the intact hangar that can be felt to all around the base.
However the flying planes above the base turn and fly towards you! All 4 F10s fire their sidewinders at you!
>dodge or block 3 times!
>>996166
Repairing both tanks, but only able to weld one tank that can fire once and has to be reloaded, Ryman turns to the planes and tries to take control. One plane shows up on your hud, however you somehow forward a A10s command though one of your drones, and it's autocannons fires point blank at your hull! Doing 1 dam and not responding to commands!
That is addition to 1 helicopter firing on you!
>Dodge or block 2 times!
>14/15 hp!
>>996167
Holding a loaded, but broken howitzer barrel first, Wolf meets at the base to have 2 helis fire on him!
>2 dodges!
>>996165
As you run towards the base, and fly over the mines, the 6 helicopters behind the wrecks turn and fire at the flying purple robot!
>Dodge 2 attacks times!
>>996143
Stepping into the base the last heli fires on you too!
1 dodge or block!
>>996183
Drifter takes this moment to rush into the command tower as the chaos starts. When he breaks into what his now patchy ASS shows was a sealed hatch, the ground begins to shake as the entire airfield starts to rip itself from the ground and rise. Drifter closing the door behind him as he regains his balance in what he thought was the base of the command tower. As the entirety of base rises to show a zeppelin base.
As the base rises to about 100 feet radio comms start to flare.
"Well well well. We meet again AC. Still going after an honest pirate are we? Well this time I am in control of something I understand, and this time my allies will show you that Africa will be the source of the powerful PIRATE NATION!"
As his says pirate station sections of the blimp open to show.... 12 Sexy Light suits with black paint. launching from the sides! They take defensive positions around the blimp as it starts to slowly move away from you all! Striking a group pose above the ship they shout over comms: "Black sky pirates strike force GO!"
Rolled 38, 70, 99 = 207 (3d100)
>>1022788
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"Looks like they were planning on being sky pirates, or something like that, but looks like we're going to put an end to that."
Bas said as he made an attempt to dodge, and then went to jump onto the rising blimp.
>dodging 2 times, shooting AP shotgun at the helicopters
>-42 Dodge
>+15 COM
OK, I tried this a week or so ago and it didn't take off because there was another evo thread already running, so here goes my second attempt to make a second thread for the second fortune evo game. I lost the original pics, so I tried to remake them in to easy-to-edit versions. Rules that I just stole:
• Open an image of a species in MS Paint, or your editor of choice
• Make one evolutionary change to that species
• Save as .PNG!
• Post your new species in the thread with a description of what evolution you've added and why.
• Details indicating what the generation of your species is important. Please indicate. (Base Organisms are Generation 0)
• Details regarding a creatures size or name are encouraged, but not required.
• Nothing too outlandish. Anything silly or derailing will not be considered a canon species 95% of the time.
Will start posting stuff in a bit, for now have this map of fortune that I also stole.
>>1022656
The most important organism to Fortune's ecosystem is the Megawiggle, a mostly sedentary filter-feeder that forms large colonies, or "clusters", of genetically identical individuals. Clusters most closely resemble tumbleweeds, taking the form of large (~3 meters) spheres of interconnected Megawiggle that slowly drift through shallow waters, turning to give equal sunlight to the algae they feed off of. They mainly group together for protection, as well as to form a crude circulatory system that moves algae to the edge of the cluster and distributes nutrients. Megawiggle have three tentacles, covered in regenerating cilia that are used to filter algae and other microorganisms from the water. It lives in close symbiosis with the next organism.
>>1022669
The Mupper is technically a carnivore, although in practice it's lifestyle is much closer to a herbivore. they live within Megawiggle clusters, and feed off of the regenerating cilia. This relationship is mutualistic, as the Mupper constantly produces a thick gel that is the perfect environment for a complex microbiome of single-celled organisms, mostly algae. These in turn nourish the host cluster. The Mupper can also secrete a dark, foul-tasting, toxic ink that it uses to deter predators from entering the colony. The mainly navigate through a weak sense of smell/taste using their tongues, and respond to chemical signals sent by Megawiggle to release gel or ink. Since most of their energy is taken doing these two activities, they spend most of their time floating inactive within the cluster, following the circulatory current the Megawiggle produce.
>>1022676
Slurpers are more direct carnivores. They form thick gel cocoons around themselves in order to enter Megawiggle cluster, using their semi-prehensile tongues to feast on cilia. Since their tongue has lost it's sense of taste in order to ignore Mupper ink, they instead sense with basic compound eyes. The cocoon they form is not impermeable, and slowly becomes diffused with ink. When the inside becomes too toxic, they abandon it and form a new one.
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Gazmanoph somehow looked older as Dermisse approached him. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he hadn’t seen him in so long—maybe it was because he was somber today, or perhaps the radiation poisoning was beginning to tamper and tinker with the tightness of his flesh. Either way, he looked extremely weary and tired—eyes sunken, massive, untrimmed beard more like a nest, dark eyes sunken and sticky with dried tears—most likely from the responsibility set on his shoulders and the constant dread everyone—except Dermisse—felt. Dermisse stopped when he was feet away from the worn, tattered, opened tent that the elderly man sat in.
Gazmanoph looked up, fatigued eyes half-lidded and red. “Why do you come here again, boy?” he said in a raspy, aged voice. Dermisse regarded him with a flat glance. “You know why.” Dermisse said.
“You’re the only one here with that…magic.”
Gazmanoph shook his head. “It’s not magic. It’s a blessing.”
“A blessing? Why of all times would there be a blessing now? How come there was no blessing for the nuclear bombs to become defunct? How come there was no blessing to stop the acid rain from boiling our people alive? How come there was no blessing that helped the crops—”
“Cease, boy.” Gazmanoph muttered. “Just bring me the water. I will only take one cart for myself this time, if it is of urgency.”
Dermisse frowned. “Fine.”
The black-haired teen rested his rifle on the ground, and leaned on it like a cane. He turned back at his soldiers. “Drink-warden, come.”
One of the soldiers broke away from the line of men traveling with Dermisse and stood in front of him. He saluted. “Sir, what do you call me for?”
Dermisse looked back at Gazmanoph. “Bring me the water carts.”
“Yes sir.”
In a few minutes, the line of soldiers—after scurrying away from Dermisse to to fetch the chain of water—had returned. The drink-warden, Lidrin, pulled the handle of the front cart. The chain of carts moved, rattled, and shook around the camp, snaking around—though snakes, as well as wildlife in general, were now scarce and hard to find. It soon came to a halt next to Gazmanoph’s tent. The elder rose—knees shaking, arms trembling—and shuffled over to the long line of water reservoirs. He shed his purple robes, revealing a strangely athletic but wiry build, despite his deteriorating age.
Lidrin lingered next to Dermisse, holding a tattered rifle. The water was thick, slimy, with an odd, frothy film stretched on its surface. Gazmanoph caught a glance of a strange school of wriggling, worm-like parasites fluttering along the top. The radiation gave a sound strike to the ecosystem—a sound strike to resources in general—and began breeding horrid, sacrilegious monstrosities only told in lore as extreme as the pagan days. However, when they were slain and their flesh was roasted…well, they tasted much different than they looked.
Gazmanoph paused next to one of the carts. He dipped his finger inside. A clear, crystalline patch of water swirled around his finger, the squalid, thick, putrid fluid disintegrating as he touched the liquid. The pristine patch of water spread out, the sludge that once reposed in the reservoirs now being replaced by healthy, transparent water.
Dermisse grinned as Gazmanoph stepped to the next cart—dipping his finger inside and instantly purifying it. He did the strange ritual everyday. Soon, he began muttering incoherent phrases under his breath as he neared the end of the cart-chain. The rambling turned into hums, and the hums soon diminished into silence as the last cart was purified. Cosmics were…extremely eccentric—also, extremely useful.
And now we start making shit up.
Aaaaaaaaalriiiiiiiiiiight.
sounds cool
So how does this go?
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You are Captain SAMANTHA WELLINGS, a newly minted captain of the Centauri Accord!
"Based on the latest navigational data that I have acquired, I believe this is the Collector's projected course." Katya says as her robotic hands type away at the holopad with a speed no human could ever match. On your holomap, you could see a thin blue line snaking through the stars and the black void of space, with little blinking dots indicating stops along the way, all of them of course centered on star systems or other notable celestial landmarks.
"Hey, we can intercept at this system here." Amy points to the dot nearest to your current position. "We can probably reach it in two, three hours tops."
"Except according to the map data, that system has a supergiant blue star." Bradford grimaces. "Not only do we have to deal with the sheer heat radiating off of it, but also its massive gravity well."
"Pffffft." Carly rolls her eyes. "Since when did a little sunlight scare anybody?"
"When it could melt our ship into a puddle." Bradford counters.
"Uh, well, if we want to play it safer..." Amy leafs through the course data. "We can meet it at this system here. More standard. A smaller yellow star with a few uninhabited planets. However, judging it'd probably take at least a day, maybe two to get into position."
Tank taps your shoulder, reminding you that you last little mission had basically kicked the Hegemony's hornet's nest. They for sure were now scrambling to figure out what happened, and who knows when they could sniff out your trail.
"What's the call, Captain?" Bradford asks.
>We'll head in as soon as possible.
>Let's take the safer route.
>Other
>>1021060
>>Let's take the safer route.
>>1021060
>Let's take the safer route.
>>1021060
>>Let's take the safer route.
After a few months of planning, RWBY Quest is now underway!
TWITTER: https://twitter.com/Venator_QMThis is my first real Quest so please excuse some inexperience.
And so the curtain rises.
>>1020736
“Ah, so you want to hear a story, child?” The old woman slowly rocked back and forth on her rocking chair, reaching out with her thin, frail hands to turn on a small bedside lamp.
The old filament turned white as its light filled the small room while the woman slumped back into her chair, making sure her audience was prepared for the last story of the night.
Cracking her hands, she cleared her throat, “So where should we begin?”
“From the beginning, Great Gran!” cried the little girl from her bed, clutching her stuffed toy. “Tell me of what it was like before all of this. Of The War, and what happened after.”
Pale moonlight began to envelop the small room, shining brightly on the little girl’s light-hair like golden fleece, while the old woman’s strands of aged white shone like freshly fallen snow.
“The War?” The woman adjusted the pale hood over her head, a hood long since faded white after years of use, “The War was a thing before my time, I’m afraid… but I do know one story of what happened sometime after that’s just as good.”
>>1020742
With beaming eyes, the girl almost jumped out of her bedsheets and quickly sat attentively at the bedside.
“Are there pirates? Oh, how about dragons! Those are always the best stories.”
A wide grin formed on the woman’s wrinkled face as she tried to hold in her laughter.
“No, no. No pirates, or dragons.”
An answer to which the girl could only quietly mumble to herself, crossing her arms in disappointment.
Placing an aged hand of reassurance upon her shoulder, “Now, now, child. This story is just as good.”
And the old crone began her tale, slowly reminiscing in memories long since passed.
“Twenty years or so after The War, on an island east of the Kingdom of Atlas, and northwest of Vacuo. A war broke out which would result in an order of brave knights struggling to survive-“
>>1020750
“Uhh…Great Gran, there isn’t an island between Atlas and Vacuo….” The girl interrupted as politely as she could, “It’s just open waters.”
The old woman frowned, “You wanted a story of what happened after The War. You never said anything about whether or not geographical details made sense. So please don’t interrupt, dearie.”
Clutching her stuffed toy, the girl quickly went silent.
“As I was saying,” the woman resumed, “This is a story of the war that erupted on the island of Scintilla, a war that would shatter the order of knights, ruin countries, and change the island’s fate forever. At the time, many Scintillans thought they were witnessing a conflict that would end quickly and with little bloodshed, especially after The War just a few years ago. ‘How could such horror come after such a tumulus time?’ They asked themselves. Little did they know, the Scintillan War would be their…”
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A cloudy sky, filled with rain. I stare out of the cold wind, staring up at the sky just watching all the signs of technology dancing through it. From the stray wifi signals and old radio waves, to the sparks of energy powering the cars flying through the air, and the lights keeping the streets lit under the darkness the clouds bring, even this early in the morning. Its quite fascinating, this sight before me, like a painting drawn by an artist who saw two different worlds at once, one artificial and one natural. An artist like I would be I suppose. The pitter patter of the rain is the only sound I can hear clearly, besides the buzz of the tv and Mimi's unusually quite snoring. I think that might be because Milkal enter hibernation when the weather grows cold...it would certainly explain why she's been sleeping like a baby these last few days instead of tossing and turning as she growls in her sleep. Its much more peaceful like this. And she won't actually fall into hibernation so, there's really no drawbacks here.
I smile as I watch my sister curl up under her blanket, her tentacles curling around and wiggling as she naps near silently. The lights in the room are dimmed, since I thought Mimi would appreciate it. Since it doesn't bother me, and she and I are the only two here. Rasputin woke up early to head off to "Base" and Adam and mom left for work not too long ago. And Mom 2 is...well I haven't seen her around let so I imagine she's off doing something important...from her perspective.
And I haven't found anything to do yet, but its a nice raining day, no reason to rush to find work, I lie to myself. I bite my lip, tapping my fingers on the windowsill. I desperately need something to do.
There's only so much I can do here to pass the time and entertain myself without incuring the wrath of the landlord....and from the little I've seen of her, she seems like a very UNPLEASANT woman.
I sigh, until a light ringing in my ear catches my attention. I smile and snap my fingers, digging two of them into my head as it becomes soft and pliable, and spits out one of the little transceivers I made for our group.
I assimilated mine so I wouldn't worry about misplacing it.
"Yeeees?" I ask as I hear cyra's voice crackle to life
"Ah, you're awake, good I was worried you were sleeping in, wouldn't blame you on a day like this" She says happily, sighing as she finishes talking "So having a good day so far, girl?"
"I suppose" I say flatly, smirking as I turn back to the window "Are you"
"Oh yeah I am, just relaxing in our base, which is amazing by the way" She says cheerfully "also do you think you could come in? Ras apparently picked up our Hero' caller and I'm dying to try it out and help some people? You in?"
Cont
>>1019677
What do I say?
[] Sure, I'll be right over, was looking for something to do anyways
[] No...I have other plans, sorry Cyra
[] Let me wake up Mimi
[]Well, in a while, I think there's something I want to do first
[] Hero caller?
[] Oh is Emi around?
[] You don't have school
[]...Sorry, but I don't like going out in the rain, in makes me uneasy
[]write in
>>1019679
>[] Sure, I'll be right over, was looking for something to do anyways
>[] Hero caller?
>[] Oh is Emi around?
>[] Let me wake up Mimi
Hows the storm HM?
>>1019679
>[] Sure, I'll be right over, was looking for something to do anyways
>[] Hero caller?
>[] Oh is Emi around?
I'd let Mimi sleep.
> Thursday, August 5th, 2015
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Thursday, only one more day before the match set. You weren't nervous about that, no sir. In fact, you were feeling quite refreshed. That sleep felt quite deep actually. For some reason it feels like way more time has passed. But you won't argue it for now. As you get dressed though, you realize that Winona has gone missing. You look over to Stack as she brushes her teeth on top of the tank, looking at herself in a portable mirror. “Stack.” She looks down at you, then spits out her toothpaste into a cup. “Have you seen Winona?”
“She left early,” says Stack. “Wanted to get a headstart on building her weirdo unlimited tank.”
Ingrid buttons up her blouse, smiling a bit. “Can't fault her spirit. But I gotta say, I don't see that Unlimited stuff going too far.” You frown a little. “Hey, just saying, she's no Ken Griffey or anything. She's just a High School student. Besides, if she wanted to do Unlimited, maybe she should've applied for Walter Christie.”
“Now, girls.” Josephina brushes her hair, frowning at the both of them. “Unlimited is very important to Winona. We have to support her any way we can.”
“How?” asks Stack.
“Well, she could always use more money,” you say. The three of them stare at you.
Oh right. They don't get money for working like you do.
With that however, Serina of the Motorcycle Club comes up to you. “Hey, Ellie. You got a minute?” You turn to her, nodding. “Listen, I was wondering if I could have your help with something. If you have time later today or... I dunno, whenever you have time?”
> “I have time now. What's up?” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 6)
> “Later today. Come see me.” Go to work.
> Other
>>1019024
>> “I have time now. What's up?” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 6)
I do believe we were going to do more money things, and we can also help our Motorcycle club too. Could be a fun bonding experience!
>>1019024
>> “Later today. Come see me.” Go to work.
>>1019024
> “I have time now. What's up?” (TAKE VACATION DAY: 6)
It's good to be back.
“Hey kid, so, what you wannna do for your future?
You never liked to be called “kid”, even if you’re still 12, but he’s got a point. Where should you go? Should you go for one of the 5 major Academies? Or should you learn more earthly skills? Tough choice for someone your age :
>Academy of Arkham : This school teaches you how to use your Cosmic double to summon parts of a Lovecraftian horror bound to you, by using key words. These parts ranges from the regular tentacles to more… strange bits, as in embryos, eyes or even a beak. This Academy will help you develop a certain sense of art, dread or amazement from your dreams.
>Academy of Pythagore: This school teaches you how to use the very first manmade magic, by using geometrical pattern. By mathematical and logical thinking, you can virtually alter physics, molecule and chemistry. Be careful thought, you’ll need to draw your spells beforehand, and to think about precises aspect of it: you don’t want to steal all of your body heat to generate an ice spike, and you must know that quantifying one’s own magic is an aspect quite… difficult to add to these kind of spells.
>Academy of Miracles: This school teaches you how to use your faith to channel miracles, benediction or smite by your prayers. It is composed mostly by the actual major religion of this era, your faith must be true to gain access to this magic.
>Academy of Pagans: This school, or rather, this conglomerate of teachers and shamans, teach you how to link yourself to a particular spirit, ranging from an elemental to a spirit animal, or even a demon. This link will last long after your death.
>Academy of Salem: This school teaches you how to use the power of Sacrifice to summon certain spirit to make contracts. These contracts are paid with sacrifices, in blood, dreams, or anything of value to the summoned spirit.
>Be a non-magic user. Who needs magic? Great people were not always users of magic.
[For this quest, the first three rolls of d20 will be used.]
>>1015734
>Academy of Miracles: This school teaches you how to use your faith to channel miracles, benediction or smite by your prayers. It is composed mostly by the actual major religion of this era, your faith must be true to gain access to this magic.
>>1015734
>Academy of Pythagore: This school teaches you how to use the very first manmade magic, by using geometrical pattern. By mathematical and logical thinking, you can virtually alter physics, molecule and chemistry. Be careful thought, you’ll need to draw your spells beforehand, and to think about precises aspect of it: you don’t want to steal all of your body heat to generate an ice spike, and you must know that quantifying one’s own magic is an aspect quite… difficult to add to these kind of spells.