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The_Nonexistent_Tazz |
Posted: Dec 23 2020, 01:35 AM
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The Stuff (trademark)
"If this is the grade of my enemy, I need to focus and become the best fighter I can be." Redone character sheet, donut steel. Crafting in spoilers for the Everfrozen Rose and the updated Grand Duchess's Coat, that's just a shorthand. I've linked the final products in the above. Grand Duchess Coat side-grade Everfrozen Rose Cypress+Hersilia Venia bleakly stares at the corpse of Acacia. "This is how I'm gonna die, aren't I? At the end of my own boss's blade. Jesus, I only figured this out now when Spark was around to wave a neon sign about it in my face, huh?!" "... Steady. She's not dead-we were basically going to give her a new body to begin with. Remember that-it's just an extra step. Focus on that-get her back." Venia breaks from her thoughts to give a good look at Cypress and Hersilia. "Hersilia, Cypress, do either of you know where Wattle is?" Venia asks. She preempts an inevitable explamation. "The ritual we had to cure her burns-it's a watered-down version of a full-blown ressurection ritual, which we also know, and have used before. We have literally everything else-including her soul, godblossoms, gaiadiamond, yggdrasil wood we can get within reason-we need the blood of a relative, that's it. Sap? Whatever. Point is, Wattle's the only family member I know she has, I'm fairly sure that Acacia's own won't work, and last I saw he was with you two. Where is Wattle? Or, like, do you have some of his blood withdrawn anywhere around here? I figure you might if he's done any augmentation work." Niaaaaaaaaa "Alright, you have at-" Venia would nominally pursue the objective to immediately find and prepare for Nia's transformation, but at this moment time loops start catching up to her and she realizes that the two of them are due to fight in the Acacia battle, and thus have to get that out of the way first. "Uh, change of plans," Venia says. "Time-looping nonsense, uh, we have to be at Acacia's fight pronto. Just, take my hand, and-" And once Nia does that and probably a lot more, Venia opens a time-portal and slips to the beginning of the Acacia fight, which we have already gone over. Time loops, man. Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaa "I wanna have all the fluffies! I wanna keep 'em, they're awesome!" Maria exclaims. Only then does Maria actually look around the room. Marron's not left her, yes-but no-one else. Omorika's gone, all that's left are the other Chairians. "...Can I keep them?" Maria says, pointing at the Spiralfloofs. "They're adorable!" Perhaps it might be in the Chairian's best interests to actually say 'hey those are ours' or something. Regalus Regalus, oblivious to all of last round's extraordinary drama, bar that part where he got shot in the face, enters the Library and immediately starts seeking out books on the scientific history of Locaa. Christmas A bit ahead on time shenaniganry, Venia appears in the house and realizes that everyone's illogically embracing the season yet again... And notices Marron wrapped up in ribbons. Venia is nominally prone to being on the ball, and might just be here-but then her eyes light up in inspiration. "... Oh my god, that's actually amazing." Venia promptly begins wrapping herself in red ribbons and puts a tag of 'to Nia from Venia' on herself, mimicking Marron's position exactly, knowing Nia will come into the house after talking with Mari, IE, sooner or later. |
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engie |
Posted: Dec 23 2020, 11:04 AM
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So, what did happen with Chaos, one might ask? Well, Calibri took one look at the bill, remembered that Chaos is probably a bullshitter by nature and also inherently driven to squeeze money out of anything he can, and decides to pull some bullshittery of his own.
"I see. Well... One, there is literally no reason for rental fees existing on things made by party members rather than being bought from the shop. Two, I know damn well there were not rental fees before I left. Three, it was a few weeks, not a few years, otherwise I would probably have come back as the leader of a military junta rather than... y'know, me. Four, you're inherently someone prone to making shit up. With those factors included in the calculation..." Calibri scribbles on the bill with a pen he got from somewhere. Then, he holds it up. "As you can see, those factors alter the interpretations of what a 0 is defined as, thus providing clearly rational scientific reasons as to why, in this instance, 0 is to be interpreted as nothing, rather than a placeholder increasing the value of the numerical information to its left. This scientifically-supported revised total comes out to 15 credits." Calibri then yeets 15 credits at Chaos before moving along in the timeline to the person he likes talking to more. Namely, Chloe. I'm too lazy to copypaste the several paragraphs he said earlier to explain what the hell happened at home so just pretend those have been moved here, or he handed her a sheet of paper with all that crap written on it, or something. As for what she has to say, Calibri just nods in understanding. He does remember the catacombs, albeit not the skylabs. Of course, hearing about Chloe dying once seems to be enough to set off some rather unpleasant thoughts, as one of his eyes twitches. "I see." He lifts a double-barrel shotgun into view, visibly loading it and snapping it into a "ready to fire" position. It's only a prop shotgun, and the thymefield is still doing things to basically every weapon, so it's probably meant to serve as a subtle declaration of intent. "If you happen to remember who or what it was that killed you, do feel free to let me know. Just to, you know, gently persuade them about the error of their ways..." Thankfully, whatever potentially disastrous vengeful feelings Calibri might be having are interrupted by him suddenly seeming distracted, glancing off in the direction of the skylabs with a distant look in his eyes. While he doesn't know what specifically went down, he clearly sensed something dreadful, a vengeance that needs to be wrought... But then his thoughts are distracted again by feelings closer to home, and at least these ones aren't either "me angy" or "wat hapen". Nah, they're more festive. He seems to be aware of the christmas tree, and as such, Calibri brightens up once his attention goes back to Chloe. "Oh huh. Christmas time. Feels like the last one was just yesterday... I don't know the traditions well enough to know if I shouldn't be asking, but is there anything you'd want?" Now, let's check in with Verdana. Last I checked, he was supposed to be replying to Adria. Though maybe that's not quite workable at the moment, so perhaps it's best to improvise something... About to say something, Verdana suddenly stops and turns to face the skylabs, sensing that something has gone awry. All he really knows is that, tragically, a hope has been extinguished... Despite knowing he'll probably be too late to get there on time, once he overhears Chloe mentioning the portal and the skylabs, he takes off immediately, descending the stairs in a manner that sounds like someone rolled a sack of rocks down it. The moment he can do so, he charges through the portal, popping out at the airship's parking location at the skylabs. At the skylabs, it might be worth noting the airship actually dips significantly for a second after Verdana's appearance there. That's certainly not something he'd have caused in the past, surely? Maybe ask him about it later, once he's done with charging off in the direction of shattered hopes. Through the door (literally through if need be), through the Receptionist's Hall, left at the water sculpture, right at the sand sculpture, skidding to a stop on the burnt remains of the carpet. Then, a slow walk forward into the room beyond, where his senses were guiding him. Finally, he sees the problem. Acacia is dead. "...Ah." Yep, that little remark says about all Verdana can really say about this situation. On one hand, someone who has been a problematic person to deal with several times in the past now lies deceased. That means they're out of the way. On the other hand... Well, looking around and using a deeper intuition on the general mood of those nearby, this clearly isn't a victory. None of the party wanted this to happen, the people who knew Acacia definitely didn't want this to happen, and looking around for a moment to intuit just who's thinking what is all Verdana needs to figure out the full story. "...I see. Spark murdered her in cold blood." In a move that might be quite curious to anyone paying attention to the albino (which might not be anyone given he's kept a respectful distance), he takes a single one of the infinite iron ingots out of the inventory, holding it in one hand contemplatively. In a more understandable and probably-on-character move, he promptly crushes said iron ingot to dust, metal splinters and powder scattering on the floor. After that little stress vent, a determined gaze burns in his eyes, and he mutters something primarily to himself with a voice to match. "We can fix this. Just need to get everything together to revive her. And then... this will never. happen. again." With that, he turns and storms away, leaving heavy foot-shaped imprints in the floor on the way out. Given the lack of flames, either he's got a lid on his feelings, he isn't that mad about the situation, or time away has changed him. It's most likely option 3, though one could understandably mistake that for the other possibilities. Once he's found somewhere to wander off to where he'll be alone for a bit, namely the Broke Room since he's fairly sure nobody's gonna be doing anything there, Verdana inhales, violently punches the ice near him in frustration in a way that breaks off a large chunk, then flops onto the table. Probably ironic that he's chosen the room with ice in it as a place to cool off, but still. Time to begin doing something to occupy himself. ARTS AND CRAFTS AND ART CRAFTING After making the present, Verdana stares blankly at the far side of the room, then quietly attaches a note/tag to the present. For Acacia Aneura. I wish I had been there to help you when it mattered most. From Verdana. That's a gift done. Verdana dwells in silence for a moment, contemplating. He closes his eyes. "...If I'm going to make a promise, I'm going to have to be capable of upholding it. Maybe..." Time to craft again. This time, not to make a gift - at least, not directly. Perhaps it could be seen as a gift, from a more abstract long-term sense. It depends... Would improving one's capabilities in the name of benefitting others be considered selfish? Or not? Verdana doesn't know, and he's not the one to make that kind of call anyway. He'll figure that out later. INSERT CLEVER WORDS HERE Now let's check in with EN, who does not have the Mystical Plot Bullshit TM powers that would let her figure out shit just went down. As such, she'll just keep obliviously chatting away with Rosie for now. She grins, though her eyes betray a little bit of regret, probably because even though she did some seriously stupid shit with Rosie's original chassis, it's still an oof moment to know her basically-daughter probably is handling better in someone else's design. "Heh... Long as it's workin' fer ya, ah s'pose ah'm cool wit' tha'." EN soon sits herself down beside Rosie, since why not. There's an awkward pause. "So. We've done come back 'round th' time th' lot o' us 'ere celebrate christmas, eh... Bloody 'ell, ah've ain't e'en got 'alf a clue wha' t' give t' anyone. Cookin's usually wha' mos' people seem t' recommend, but ah'm... naw tha' great at tha'." EN manifests the Atrocity to show to Rosie. She doesn't keep it out any longer than she has to, since, y'know. That thing is genuinely awful. ...Then she has an idea. SENT AT 5:38 AM After labelling the shoebox "To Authy from EN", the shoebox vanishes, reappearing under the christmas tree automatically. Now, back to conversation with Rosie, assuming the tank-now-duneyrr isn't too weirded out by that crafting process. -------------------- "Their story has concluded for now. Currently, you follow mine."
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Sparked |
Posted: Dec 24 2020, 09:15 PM
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Destiny +2s her MHP.
Solar Lash is changed up for BalansTM. "You may spend at least one stack of In The Zone to perform a Solar Lash as a Bonus Action, dealing (13-14) Unavoidable Fire Damage to a target within Range 1-4, with Armorpierce6 and Slip6. If you use more than one stack, you gain +1 T.Bounce in Range 1-2 per extra stack." She also changes her special. COOL AND NEW HEAT DEATH Destiny also opens her present. ------------------------------------- Meanwhile, Crya asks Chloe for a quick favor. Hellooo! Ms. Chloe, I need a quick favor of you! I need to fetch a small list of things, they should all fit in a little bag! Lets see... I need some milk, some cream, a bit of ice, some peppermint extract, some dark chocolate and some cocoa powder! Just put it all in a bag. I need it for something a bit special! It's probably a bit obvious... After Crya gets all that, she goes on to make some mint chip and regular chocolate ice cream! She takes the ingredients and gets to work. Instead of the traditional setup, she takes out a pot and hastily pours the mint chip ingredients in. Then, her powers go to work. A flurry forms within the bowl, rapidly mixing and churning the ingredients until the resultant mint chip ice cream comes out. She takes out a present box and a "tub" for the ice cream, rapidly fitting and pouring it all in. She adds a final touch, performing a simple arcane trick on the tub, keeping it permanently cold and unmeltable. Crya does the same for the chocolate tub, adding cocoa, a bit of crushed dark chocolate, cream, and some ice. Once again this is quickly churned with magic into masterfully made ice cream. She fits and permafreezes it into a tub like before, then putting it in a box. She labels the mint chip for Taeda, and the chocolate for Echoss. TO TAEDA: Hello Taeda, merry Christmas! Since you were so kind to treat me to that wonderful Halobloom Tea, I decided to reciprocate this Christmas with a treat of my own! It's something I call Ice Cream! I'm not too sure if you know what ice cream is, but this tub of ice cream is mint chip, one of my favorites! Of course, I love all ice cream, but this flavor is something else to me. I put a bit of my magic on it to make sure it doesn't get all melted and nasty, so enjoy it any time! -Crya TO ECHOSS: Hello Mr. Echoss, merry Christmas! These days, I still celebrate the holiday with the Pantheon, but I'm not too sure how to introduce it to my subjects due to the relationship with Jesus and all that. Either way, a treat from me to you! It's chocolate ice cream with dark chocolate chips! It's kept permanently totally un-melted, so enjoy any time! -Crya Crya then opens her present. -------------------- You are already dead.
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Featherfall |
Posted: Dec 26 2020, 08:15 AM
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To put it simply, Bauhaus respecs.
(The ?s next to some numbers are because I don't exactly know how the rounding works. Ire, please fix those numbers if they aren't right.) An aircraft armed with lots of deadly weaponry suddenly appearing right above you and targeting a formidable foe would be normally seen as nothing short of a miracle, but Bauhaus's allies seem to think differently of this stranger. They stand in front of the person they were just fighting, they argue with the airship's commander, they ready their weapons and spells and all sorts of miscellaneous trickery. Looks like Spark was no friend of theirs. If Bauhaus had to use just one word to describe what was unfolding right in front of his eyes, it would be carnage. Great and furious carnage, aimed at what seemed to be a tyrannical military leader. If Bauhaus wanted to, he could cheer for his circumstantial allies and shout things like "Kick his ass!" But he doesn't. He may be brave, he may be loud, but he also has a sense of self-preservation, and some amount of surface knowledge. This just means that those airship guns look mighty dangerous. The allies wield lots of power. More power and more kinds of it than weapons that Bauhaus knew how to use. The multiverse, metaverse, whateververse was big, after all. Perhaps he could learn something useful from these people. Something something magic club. Oops, there goes the fourth wall. I'll fix that in a bit. Bauhaus flinches at the sound of metal going through wood as Spark fatally struck Acacia. As the shock wears off, Bauhaus walks to her corpse, and kneels down with one knee. "Acacia. You threw a tree over my head and blew up the water dragon and people seem to really like you. Your death will not be in vain." Bauhaus picks up Acacia's spears, and walks away. By the power of the holiday special, Bauhaus somehow finds himself back at the House. He takes a good, long look around. "This is a nice house. Almost makes me feel like I'm not at a warzone." He notices the tree. "Christmas already? Those scientists were right. Going to outer space really does weird things with time." Bauhaus picks up the SMALL CUBICAL PRESENT or the GIFT-WRAPPED ASSAULT RIFLE, depending on what's under the tree, and unwraps it. Bauhaus commissions the Seraphim Charm (a T6 trinket in the respec sheet linked above) from Marron. -------------------- This signature is a 3/3 green Elk creature with no abilities.
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insert_generic_username |
Posted: Dec 28 2020, 12:00 AM
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![]() Why do people make usernames like this anyways... ![]() ![]() ![]() Age: N/A Location: N/A Status: N/A ![]() |
Ooh, a hat! ...Okay, I already made the joke noncanonically, I don't think I'm going to risk it with a real railgun.
I open my present carefully, then set the box aside. I'll wait on a respec, I think. |
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Sp33d0n |
Posted: Dec 29 2020, 08:30 AM
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![]() The Eternal Author ![]() ![]() ![]() Age: N/A Location: The Castle on the Back of a Space Dragon Status: N/A ![]() |
Auth chuckles, slightly. He hadn't quite meant to scare Nana like that.
AUTH: I can imagine... AUTH: I feel bad for painting the image, sorry. The point is: she's really powerful. AUTH: As for the danger of time magic? Auth waves his hand slightly and shrugs. AUTH: Now, I'm not a user of Time magic myself, nor would I know where or how to develop such an ability. AUTH: But I've asked similar questions to Alicia before. And when I did she said... AUTH: To memory, it was that most of it is more-or-less safe. Disrupting the flow of time - stopping, accelerating, slowing, that's safe. As is peering into the past. AUTH: According to her, the only significantly dangerous abilities she has are the ability to see into the future, and substantial time travel in both directions. Auth laughs slightly as Nana waves hello. AUTH: Our connection is... complicated, but something I don't think I would want to go without. AUTH: My family is... very important to me. I'm sure you probably understand how significant they are when there's danger... Auth nods, trying to think up a way to describe how important his family is to him. It's not that easy. Auth laughs, slightly louder than he usually does. AUTH: Hah. If it hurts your head, don't think about it. It's far more complicated than I've managed to summarize to you. AUTH: It's honestly kind of weird that Parabolan objects can persist here, given the existence of a sun I figured they would evaporate like most Neathy objects do. Auth laughs again in response to Chloe's writing off of the Neath. AUTH: In the case of the Iron Republic, the people at fault are in fact space bees, but it's close enough. Auth's poker-face doesn't seem to break, in the aftermath of Acacia's death. He's still wearing that ever-so-slight smile, that seems to act as a bastion of serenity. Still... his eyes look different, slightly. Less kind, right now. Like there's a fury behind them he doesn't want to leak through his façade. AUTH: Alright, folks. We've got work to do if we want to amend this condition. Auth moves to the middle of the room and claps his hands loudly. AUTH: Atalus! Get in here! Auth closes his eyes and sighs. AUTH: So. This situation is not ideal. However, we were successfully able to prevent Spark totally incinerating Acacia. AUTH: Which is good. She can be resurrected that way, and as it happens, we have most of the materials we need for it. AUTH: The only problem, which shouldn't really be a problem, is that we need a sample of sap from a family member of the deceased. Auth turns to Hersilia and Atalus, assuming the latter's presence. AUTH: So. I am operating under the presumption that you two know Acacia's family to some extent as well. Do you know where Wattle is right now? Do you think it would be possible to bring him here? As that question is likely considered, Auth turns to everybody else. AUTH: I believe Omo's suggestion of a burial for her is appropriate. AUTH: There is something of a silver lining to this. Upon resurrection, I believe she will be in peak form. That is, I believe her burns will be healed, since the spell we planned to use to heal her burns is based off of our planned ritual. AUTH: I do not believe that we need to rush for this to work, however, I would suggest that conducting the ritual sooner rather than later is in the interest of all of us. Auth nods, quietly. AUTH: So we should get going. I apologize for disrupting mourning, of course... AUTH: But I am unsure how long the Soulcatcher will keep Acacia's soul stable given it was created within the Thymefield. While we're here, Auth picks up the presents currently under the tree addressed to him. And opens them. Obviously. -------------------- They say that there's no rest for the wicked, until they close their eyes for good.
As someone wicked, fundamentally, I disagree. One may always repent. I may have done terrible things in the past. That's why I help this coward now. |
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Posted: Dec 29 2020, 06:10 PM
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Crystal opens his current present, and also waits on a respec.
...Meanwhile, four presents zap under the tree; one from Crystal and someone else, and three from solely Crystal. -------------------- Thymium planning sheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1xSq...dit?usp=sharing
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Bomber57 |
Posted: Dec 29 2020, 07:41 PM
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The House
Irongutta finally finishes leading Piggo and the powerful sapsqueal back to the house. The second he gets the front door open the two pigs bolt in between his legs and start running laps around Couchtron 9000. "Zog, these two 'ave tons of energy..." Seems like the two will be preoccupied while Irongutta takes note of the change in decor. Hey, it's the holidays... again! Which means he is reminded of the spirit of gift exchanging and gets right to it. ...Irongutta also spots a present addressed to him under the tree; one that's from R-8! He promptly gets to tearing open the wrapping (and, of course, popping every last bubble). |
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Irecreeper |
Posted: Dec 30 2020, 08:38 PM
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First, stat allocation gimmicks! process_stats() Then, for our next act... let's open some Christmas Presents! The Christmas Opening Spectacular Also, a lot of additional presents teleport themselves beneath the tree! Take a look to see if you got anything new? ANYWAY, it's time for the proper update content! Brace yourselves! Echoss and Pionobot continue about their day. With Chi, he explains that what he throws is not a storm of random bullgorilla, but a storm of deadly random bullgorilla. Bombs, rockets, potions... the whole shebang. Chi is just the slightest bit worried. CHI: Ah. That'd do it. That'd do it very, very well. CHLOE: It was really something to witness! CHLOE: And... don't worry for us, Echoss! We can handle things just fine! CHLOE: Just focus on yourself for now, alright? CHLOE: I don't want you to... like, blow up my bedroom again!~ She giggles to herself. Though, Echoss with a new fighting style? What might that be like? Echoss with a big sword? Who knows? Anyway, Echoss then decides to nudge the picnic plotline further, relocating to the room with the water sculpture. Chloe sets up a few blankets around the room, making sure to clear away some of the Iti bodies around the room. CHLOE: Hm... I think we should be ready! CHLOE: Now... I wonder if anyone will come and join us? CHLOE: Hopefully they find time in their schedule for this! Chloe plops backward backward onto one of the blankets. She bobs around calmly, waiting for others to maybe join them. Elsewhere, not at the picnic, Pionobot asks Cypress if there's security footage of the events that might've transpired here. CYPRESS: Quite possibly. However, fair warning. Coverup odds; high. CYPRESS: Footage; in peril. Spark: sends saboteurs. May be destroyed. Likely little time. CYPRESS: Access: central labs. Security hub. ...Ah. That'd be annoying. As for the matter of freeing the troops in the Aviation Chamber, he does not complain. So, Pionobot heads to said chamber, and unties a large deal of the fighters. He then hands the group 10 units of Assorted Chairian Weaponry, and tells them to get back to base. However... he also informs them of what Spark has done. How he and Acacia were defeated, and how he then proceeded to murder Acacia. There are more than a few angry Chairians among the group. CHAIRIAN 1: You expect us to believe that? CHAIRIAN 1: Spark has no reason to kill Acacia! CHAIRIAN 2: Yeah! You're not trying to cover something up, are you? CHAIRIAN 2: Did you kill her? You did, didn't you? CHAIRIAN 1: They totally did! I don't know why they'd want to cover it up, though... CHAIRIAN 2: Shady gorillas. ...Perhaps unsurprisingly, the news isn't going down all that well. Neither is Pionobot insisting his superiority over the Chairians. They're still not too keen to attack him again, but... maybe be weary? The Reflector continues their trek within Acorn Orphange. Acorn Orphanage: The Reflector Dorothy visits the Sky Labs. They approach Alatus in a panic, asking a very simple question. "What happened?" ALATUS: Y-You... don't know? ALATUS: A-Acacia... s-she was murdered. ALATUS: Spark, h-he just... k-killed her. ALATUS: I can't b-believe it... ...Ah. That's of concern. Back at home meanwhile, Adria opens a lot of presents, and meets up with Sophie! As per usual, this isn't my sort of space to do much, but it's cute! Oh, Adria also returns to Taeda and the others. Where were they, again? What were they doing? TAEDA: U-Um... TAEDA: I... forget. TAEDA: You seem like you're in a good mood, though! TAEDA: Everything good? TAEDA: A-And... I got you something! She gestures to the tree. There's a present! Which she technically already opened. Taeda blushes a gentle green. Hopefully, Adria appreciates it! Venia spends little time on mourning. She soon asks Cypress where she might be able to find Wattle. CYPRESS: ...Little time mourning. Understandable. CYPRESS: Wattle is active. Stationed; central labs. Protecting Glyph. Not far away. CYPRESS: ...Using Omorika's ritual? CYPRESS: I've seen it. The pages, anyway. She asked me. "Modify this?" CYPRESS: Not my expertise. Had to refuse. CYPRESS: Requires; sap sample. Correct? CYPRESS: Wattle; will comply. Loyal to me. Not Spark. I hope. ...Hopefully he'll comply. If he doesn't though, you have a perfectly good reason to beat his face in. Venia then resolves a timeline, and throws herself beneath a tree. Were this any other update, I'd probably summon a Nia to go and have a conversation with Mari, but it probably goes without saying that I am a bit behind schedule, and will happily do that next update. Elsewhere, Maria asks Marron if she's allowed to keep the mattress of Spiralfloofs. Marron turns to the Chairians. They... don't seem to be in the most sociable mood, and they seem to be debating what to do with Pionobot. And apparently, Acacia's death. Marron turns back to Maria, then shrugs. MARRON: Hell if I know. MARRON: ...Y'know what? Why not. MARRON: You are now the proud owner of three more Spiralfloofs. Congratulations. ...Maria has suddenly ascended to the strongest person on the planet. Four whole Spiralfloofs? The sheer amount of floof might be enough to make even Spark feel something. Calibri refutes Chaos's bills. The zeroes in his prices clearly don't actually exist, as a zero is nothing. So, he only needs to pay 15 Credits worth of bills. Chaos nods. CHAOS: makes sense [t]o me CHAOS: sure, why no[t] System cheated! 15 Credits spent! Chaos then pays him 15 Credits for finding this error in the system. The next set of bills will likely feature a loooot of 9's. But for now, Calibri is spared the wrath of Chaos's bills. This allows him to hit the "skip" button on the rest of Chaos's dialogue, skipping him over to where he explains what happened to him, to Chloe. To do this, he hands her a sheet of paper listing what happened. She takes a brief moment to skim it. CHLOE: ...Eh? T-That sounds... bad. CHLOE: Did everything end well? I hope it did! CHLOE: Still, it's nice to have you back, y'know? Anyway, Chloe explains what's been going on. And also, that she died once! Calibri equips a double-barreled shotgun, prompting Chloe to grab the front of it, and point it down. CHLOE: Whoa, whoa, WHOA! CHLOE: N-No need to go and put a hole in someone j-just because they put a hole i-in me! CHLOE: A-And... I... conveniently f-forget who killed me! Y-Yeah! An intense blush crosses Chloe's face, as if getting murdered was somehow immensely embarrassing. This blush fades a little as Calibri mentions the inexplicable Christmas day. Does she want anything? Chloe's head tilts as she ponders this for a bit. CHLOE: U-Um... CHLOE: Normally, you're not meant to ask, but... it can really help with the panic that usually occurs during this season! CHLOE: So... u-um... CHLOE: I'd appreciate some sort of improvement to my equipment. Just in case I, y'know, die. CHLOE: Again. CHLOE: I-I'd really rather not, y'know? ...Armor? Shouldn't be too hard. Though, Calibri has a feeling that Chloe might specifically want a hat. Hats are good, and she's not getting a hat from anyone yet. Far as she can tell, anyway. Finally, EN continues her chat with Rosie, who is way taller than when we previously left her. Apparently, it's Christmas. Rosie doesn't understand. ROSIE: CHRISTMAS? ROSIE: I AM UNAWARE OF THE CONCEPT. EN mentions something about how people usually make delicious treats for Christmas, but... well, EN isn't really what we'd call a "cook". Like, Asha is a master chef compared to EN. To demonstrate this, she shows the Atrocity to Rosie. A scanning ray sweeps over the """cake""". ROSIE: CHEMICAL ANALYSIS COMPLETE. ROSIE: DESIGNATION: BIOWEAPON. COULD UTILIZE. ROSIE: MAY I OBTAIN A SAMPLE? ...Uh. Is this a good idea? Crya asks Chloe for a quick favor. A favor so she can create the flavor. Could she go and grab a bunch of various small things for her? Crema, ice, peppermint extract... things like that. Chloe seems the slightest bit overwhelmed. CHLOE: U-Um... finding all of those things sounds like it'll be really, really hard. CHLOE: Like, finding one batch of magical crystals? Hard, but I only need to find one thing. CHLOE: But... I have no idea where I'd find cocoa powder on this planet. CHLOE: ...Which is why I'm gonna go bother Chaos. CHAOS: hello wel[c]ome [t]o m[c][c]haos how may i help you Chaos's shop stall has teleported itself a few feet away from Chloe. She brings Crya up to the counter, who then requests the ingredients she wants. Chaos then requests a payment of exactly 99 Credits. How curious. CHLOE: T-That much? CHLOE: I mean, i-it's not too high, but... t-that'll leave us with an unclean amount of credits! CHAOS: sa[c]rifi[c]es have [t]o be made so i don'[t] ge[t] punked CHLOE: Mmm, fine. CHLOE: I'll just give you one hundred credits so it's nice and clean. Alright? Chaos nods, and accepts the 100 credits from Chloe, who secretly used her Harvesting Form earlier to get the money needed for this. He then throws a paper bag out from his shop stall, containing the ingredients Crya needs. Chaos's shop stall then casts Glimpse on itself, returning itself to its position four seconds prior. Which is the same spot, so Chaos just awkwardly picks up his shop stall and walks back to where it used to be. CHLOE: Enjoy!~ ...It also seems that Crya got a free small fries with her meal. Nice. I mean, it's "DIY Fries", so... a Gaiaroot Potato is added to the inventory. How generous. Final boss. Complete this, and you complete the update. ANYWAY, Auth talks to everyone:tm:. Auth decides to explain to Nana that the scariest thing Alicia can do is see into the future, and also time-travel in both directions. NANA: S-Scary... NANA: M-Make sure she doesn't a-abuse that, o-okay? NANA: I don't w-want her to destroy t-this timeline! I-I quite like it! Nana imagines Alicia tripping on this timeline, and blowing it to smithereens. Would she do that? Probably not. Could she do that? WHO KNOWS MAYBE. While Nana plots out this entire theoretical timeline, Auth reminisces on his family, and how important they are to him. NANA: Y-Yeah! I totally understand! NANA: I-I worry about my sister all the time... NANA: T-Though, she's not fighting monsters a-all the time! NANA: I-I'm sure we worry for each other equally! Back with Chloe, Auth mentions space bees. She's officially heard enough. She's not quite angry- more just completely floored. CHLOE: ...What? CHLOE: What the actual gorilla? SPACE BEES? CHLOE: I give up. I can't understand this place! CHLOE: TAKE ME ON A TRIP THERE LATER PLEASE AND THANK YOU. ...Has Chloe just offered up her sanity to the Author? Or like, the ability to completely take her sanity? She stomps off. Moments later, she peeks her head around the corner. CHLOE: A-Anyway... CHLOE: I-I... have things to do. Christmas stuff. CHLOE: See you later? We're having a lovely lil' picnic up in the Sky Labs! CHLOE: You and Nana should join us! We'd appreciate the company! CHLOE: Bye!~ Chloe stomps off, though in a less confuzzled fashion this time. So, how will someone explain to her the three genders? Male, female, and my dear sir, there are individuals roaming the streets of Fallen London at this very moment with the faces of squid! Squid! Do you ask them their gender? And yet you waste our time asking me trifling and impertinent questions about mine? It is my own business, sir, and I bid you good day. Anyway, I realized that I almost forgot to respond to the last section of this post, so I can't end on that note. So, Auth talks to Hersilia, asking where Wattle's whereabouts are. Though Cypress said he was stationed at the central labs, Hersilia seems... a bit less optimistic. HERSILIA: U-Um... HERSILIA: Acacia has... never had a very good relationship with her brother. HERSILIA: They're estranged to the point where they rarely see each other outside of work. HERSILIA: I believe that when he was called over for the duel, he only came over as not going would be more of a pain. He also saw it as a chance to destroy some potential threats. HERSILIA: A-Acacia... she can be like that sometimes. ...Ah. Getting Wattle to come over here may be hard. With that, this update is finally done! Updates will HOPEFULLY resume properly soon! Also, NPC's will be going through their presents next update, so be sure to send them in if you haven't yet! Thanks for sticking with me for this long! -------------------- |
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Posted: Jan 2 2021, 03:41 PM
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gifts: 2 / ?
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Posted: Jan 4 2021, 04:49 AM
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Echoss and Chloe picnic:
Echoss nods and pulls out sandwich. SAMVICH Pionobot and Cypress Pionobot nods. "Then we should probably get on that. You still have access to the comms system, right? I know Spark's probably already labeled you a traitor, but if there's anyone in security it might be worth warning them that there's saboteurs inbound. Have them make backups of the last few hours of footage or whatever and send it out to places. At worst it should give us some extra time to reach the records, at best we throttle Spark's attempt right out of the gate." Pionobot and the Captives Pionobot rolls his eyes and sighs. "At this point I suppose it's just your funeral if you get yourselves killed. We tried. As a note before I get back to other things, the cable car to the main labs is busted right now, you'll want to get to the other floors of this wing instead when you're ready to leave." Assuming nothing else important happens requiring Pionobot's attention, he then exits the room to go do other things. Lots of incoming Christmas Crafting: Echoss giftlist: Boshi, Sophia, Also Echoss and Pionobot open all their presents! I don't think I'm likely to get more presents, and I wanna be able to start my respeccing next round since it'll probably involve some crafting. Also also, NPC stuffs: Omo's Research Slot: Undecided Sleuth commissioned to scan: Vesperia and Chairian Splintershot (and then we'll have the whole codex filled out until the next new enemy! wooo) -------------------- Once upon a time there was a story...
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Posted: Jan 4 2021, 12:44 PM
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Hannah
Hannah was indeed concerned that she got a bomb in response to Chloe of all people somehow knowing about her "secret mission", as she called it. Chloe, a normal human girl, somehow knowing about something that entirely happened outside her field of view! Very odd. And that started making her wonder... were any of the conversations and actions that end up happening on this planet really all that secret? ...She doesn't have the time to ponder this as another present for her appears under the tree. This time, from Reflector and Crystal. Hannah lets out a confused sigh, not even sure if she deserves any of this, before taking this present out back to open as well. --- Meanwhile, "Carica", back at the Rebel Outpost, nods when she hears "Lilac"'s suggestion, and shoves the stolen ID into another pocket, transporting it to the inventory. --- A Mirror Image of Hannah pops up next to Chaos's Shop Stall. With a flourish, she holds the stolen ID out to them, along with a picture of "Lilac" for reference. "Need a few fake IDs. I don't think I need to explain why, but just in case... Rebel base infiltration, need to get into where we're not supposed to go." "I don't really care what you do with the rest, including mine, so long as I'm convincing as a Chairian, but that pic I gave ya has some necessary information for at least one of them." "Name your price." She glares at Chaos menacingly, yet it appears like Hannah won't stupidly resort to violence. "Too high and I'll need to consider... different means of getting them." Adria Adria shrugs. "Likely nothing important, if both of us managed to forget it." She lets out a quiet chuckle. "B-but, yeah! It's just been so, so painfully long since I got to see my niece and not worry a-about... y'know." Adria then canonically opens the present from Taeda, and she's grinning ear-to-ear again. She picks up the Helixian Processor and equips it in place of the Mysterious Processor (Sophie won't mind). She stands up facing Taeda, and deeply bows. She doesn't go for her typical move of hugging the daylights out of someone, as that's probably at least somewhat lewd in Chairian culture. "Thank you! I like it a lot! ...Oh, there's a couple presents for you under here, too! Here, let me just..." Adria slides the presents for Taeda over to their recipient. "I got you something too! And there's one from a 'Crya' person! A friend of yours?" Adria eagerly watches Taeda open her presents. As she opens them, Adria recalls hearing something interesting earlier. She waits until the present stuff is done before speaking up. "So... I heard there was going to be some sort of picnic somewhere. Want to go check it out? I don't think there's too much left to do here right now." Dorothy When Dorothy heard the news, a mix of intense negative emotions flow through her; despair, disappointment, probably something else that starts with "d", and generally just feeling very upset. She flops down on the rubble nearby, silently staring down at the floor for a solid few minutes. She's taking it... unusually hard for someone who's never met Acacia before. Eventually, though, she looks to the picnic that was just set up. Maybe that would cheer her up a little, she thinks. She walks over, sits down and makes herself a sandwich. Peanut butter and jam for her; pretty content with the simple stuff. She nibbles on it at her own pace, not much for initiating a conversation at the moment, though she does appear to be enjoying the food. -------------------- "...I will aid them. No matter the cost to myself."
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Posted: Jan 4 2021, 07:56 PM
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Hm.
HP 3, MP 3, STR 25, AGI 15, SKI 15, DEF 12, RES 2, MOV 6 Merciful, Growing Strength, Limiter Breaker Entropic Heart, Fatal Focus, Sinful Visage, Darkened Core, Wyvern Plushie Fury, Exertion, Overpowering Strike |
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Posted: Jan 4 2021, 08:34 PM
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EQUIPMENT / STATISTICS
"The Scion" equips the trinket Maxim gifted her in place of the Outbreak Omnitool. She also realizes her trait should be level 3 because the Reflector's was, but she doesn't have very many ideas. Maybe just a numerical buff of some kind? This doesn't have to get done this update, but ideas are appreciated. /shrug CRAFTING Several Christmas crafts DMed to you on Discord (at least, they should be by the time you start dopping). THE BORDER OUTPOST Mirror "Lilac" looks at the stolen I.D. and frowns, chewing on her wooden lip. ""LILAC"": Uhh... huh! I do not know about this one. ""LILAC"": Actually, wait just a sec. Hmm... ""LILAC"": Do you think you could deposit this in our shared inventory thingymajig? Then one of your other selves could bring it to one of our vendor friends, and maybe they could duplicate it for you. ""LILAC"": I bet our pal Chaos would have a field day with this one! Meanwhile, the actual "Lilac" smiles at Granny Acorn. "LILAC": I'm looking for info on one of your old... tenants, I guess? My friend and I need to get him to help with something, and this is the only lead we had. "LILAC": We don't know his birth name, which is where the problem came from. "LILAC": He's kind of a tech whiz, and interested in helping Tabletopians and Chairians get along, from what I can tell. "LILAC": Any of this sound familiar? "Lilac" proceeds to give Granny Acorn Cypress's rough physical description and the time frame that he supposedly was at Acorn Orphanage at, hoping to jog her memory. ZONE 5 - THE PICNIC "The Scion" walks up to the impromptu picnic nervously. As usual, she looks like she could faint from malnourishment at any second, but she seems to be functioning mostly normally for the time being. "THE SCION": Ahh... Hello there! I don't... don't believe we've met. "THE SCION": Unless you were watching my speech, hehe. "THE SCION": I'm the Scion! And you're Chloe, and you must be... Echoss, right? "THE SCION": It's nice to meet you. ...If I'm not intruding, that is. Is this private? I'm so stupid, I should have asked if this was private before I interrupted... Look, just tell me to leave if you want me to leave, I promise I won't think it's rude... -------------------- |
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Posted: Jan 6 2021, 01:43 AM
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HO HO HO
Venia is too busy being a present to also make presents! She also seems so extremely excited for Nia to see her that she ignores Marron entirely. Lost in her own little fantasy, as it were. Mr. Krabs remembers he exists instead, and crafts three things in the privacy of Irecreeper's DM box. cypress+hersilia Venia nods affirmatively at Cypress, and being she's in the area, somewhat less affirmatively at Hersilia. "I wouldn't worry too much. Wattle might not like Acacia, but I don't think it would basically shoot to 'murder by proxy' levels. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it..." "Cypress, uh, there's one other thing I want to ask you," Venia says, turning back to Cypress. "Spark's political power-from my knowledge, and this isn't complete and somewhat hopeful, well, uh. Spark is an interim Chairheir; he's ascended power by dint of absolute necessity and nothing else, opposed to Ire, the Sleuth, predecessors, ectedera. I would presume that in the absence of the... I can't remember, uh, the head honcho? Chaiere? ..." Venia blinks. "I'm getting off track. Look, Cypress. I need an honest assessment here. I need to know a few things: how is the Chairheir elected, and is it possible, even theoretically, for someone-any one of us!-to be elected to the position as of today?" Venia takes a pause to let Cypress soak in the audacity of her request. "My reasoning is, uh, Spark is, literally a tyrant-like, the actual definition, an absolute power in an emergency situation. By definition, he's not the real Chairheir. This theoretically means that if the the council were to convene and name a new Chairheir, Spark excluded due to obvious bias... Optimistically, we can immediately charge WARE. Really, more of a rally to anyone sympathetic to us-it's a shred of legitimacy, it's a seed of doubt, and successful as we are, it might be more than that. And with all of our victories under our belt, a single alternative leader to the Chairian people could be a serious force to be reckoned with. At worst, it's basically a joke that we don't have to roll with long-term, as far as I know. As far as I can tell, there's no serious downside... But my knowledge is incomplete, which is why I'm asking you." "Is it possible? Is it reasonable?" Mariaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa "Oh my gosh, this is the best everrrr! Thank you miss Marron!" Maria says, turning to her new pets with barely-contained excitement. "I'mma call you Toaster," Maria says, pointing at the fire-elemental one , "And I'mma call you Lightbulb," Maria says, pointing at the electric-elemental one, "And I'mma call you, uh. Uhh. Sofa!" Maria says, pointing at the light-elemental one. "And we are all gonna be best friends and have the super fluffy fun times!" "... Who's that? He looks cool," Maria says, wandering over to the slumbering Twig. Regalus Regalus continues to search for the books on the scientific history of Sussui, taking multiple volumes as applicable. |
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Posted: Jan 6 2021, 11:47 AM
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Calibri shrugs when questioned about how things off-world went.
"Bit of good. Bit of bad. I guess. Could definitely have done without that whole incident, but hey, might as well roll with it if given a change of scene. Sides, getting out of the thymefield's influence probably did my sorta-bro some good." He idly tosses the shotgun off to one side, where it promptly fires into the floor and bounces on top of the fridge via the recoil, someone should probably teach the entire company of Engietech (or the bits of it that haven't begun falling apart) about gun safety, anyway he then takes out a pen and paper and jots down some notes. "...Note one, not supposed to ask people what they want for christmas for some reason... note two, new gear... armor doable, not sure if armor armor or general armor..." Beat. "...Think I might have an idea or two. I'll float them with some other people and see what they think, then go with whatever seems best." Another beat. "Oh hey cool. Seems they're... generally in agreement on something. I'll get back to you in a bit." The lights in the room flicker off, then back on. Calibri is gone from the room, out to some crafting area... BIG BIG CRAFTUS BIG CRAFTUS BIG CRAFTUS After that craft, Calibri [s]covers himself in oil[/i] covers the present in wrapping paper that for some reason is just primarily white with "wrapping paper" written on it in blue calibri font, then sticks on a "to Chloe from calibri" note on it (yes he didn't bother capitalizing his own name). Then he teleports back to where Chloe was and hands the wrapped gift to her. Directly. "...Anyway here you go." He then goes over to the tree to check out the pressie Chloe did for him. After cooling off a bit, Verdana has decided that it's probably in his best interest to go do other things, rather than stand around punching ice and being unhappy. As such, he hangs around in the broke room for a while longer, then leaves the area, heading back to the house and flopping through the window into the kitchen. "..." The albino lies there for a bit, then gets up and goes to investigate the stove. It is a stove. Yes. But it can also do other things... PUT THE COOKIE DOWN Verdana has made a thing. He doesn't quite know what to do with it. As such, he closes his eyes momentarily to think, then opens them and puts the cookie tray in a cardboard box. The box seems pre-designed for this purpose, oddly enough, outright advertising "CRITMAS COOKIES" on it. He then covers it in fancy christmas tree wrapping paper, then thinks about who could use those... He decides those are addressed to Crystal now, and so promptly sticks that label on the present and puts it under the tree. Beat. "Tha's twice now someone's gon' called tha' bloody thin' a bioweapon... Eh, sure, 'ere ya go. Jus' be careful 'ow ya 'andle it, ah'm 'alf-sure it's capable o' feelin' anger." EN takes out the Atrocity again and hands it over to Rosie. This can only end so well. In the middle of doing that, she receives a notification on her phone, checking it briefly and shrugging. "Jus' a sec." She hops off Rosie, leaving the Atrocity there, and wanders to a good crafting area. Then, she gets to work. HEAVY IS FLYING! Having done that, EN puts her creation in some gift wrapping, though with the paper on, it looks kinda more like a generic backpack instead of specifically a jetpack. Then, she sticks on a label addressing the gift to Pionobot, and pops that gift under the tree. Yey. Then she returns to Rosie to check what was done with the Atrocity. "Anywho..." -------------------- "Their story has concluded for now. Currently, you follow mine."
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Posted: Jan 7 2021, 06:40 PM
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(RP post)
Echoss looks up at the Scion and waves them over. "No, no, please come join us. This is rather intended to be lunch for the party at large you're welcome to join us. I am indeed Echoss, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." -------------------- Once upon a time there was a story...
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Posted: Jan 7 2021, 07:40 PM
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Auth laughs, quietly.
AUTH: Well, she tries her best to be careful with it. We all know, at home, how dangerous it can be. AUTH: As it happens, I am quite partial to this timeline as well. Auth smiles as Nana talks about how she feels about her sister - worrying about her safety. AUTH: I'd bet she feels similarly. Tangentially: Remind me that I have some things I need to take to her after we resurrect Acacia. She asked for some materials we happen to have picked up. AUTH: I'm always impressed seeing how the materials we give her turn out. Suddenly, there's a glimpse from [indeterminate time period]. AUTH: By the way... we've been invited to a... picnic, I think? That is happening in the Sky Labs. Would you like to go? Auth grins, slightly, as Chloe's brain seems to break in response to a correction he needs to make. AUTH: Yes, Space Bees. I'm serious. AUTH: I'm happy to take you there later, as it happens. We shouldn't need more than three weeks. Probably. Maybe. AUTH: Spending more than three weeks down there is, er... kind of bad without certain very expensive countermeasures. Auth waves goodbye as Chloe goes to do Christmas things. But then he hears Chloe invite him to the Skylabs picnic. AUTH: Alright. I'll ask Nana, see what happens. I think we'll probably see you there though. Auth nods, understanding. It seems as though he has seen this sort of relationship before. AUTH: Alright, I see. I'm not sure if I entirely agree on the implicit assessment of getting him here. AUTH: On the one hand... I can see, because of us, that he might not agree to it. However, I feel like the existence of family ties, no matter how strained, will probably overcome any of that... AUTH: It is my experience that even in strained families, those bonds are powerful. He turns to Cypress, overhearing his assessment of Wattle. AUTH: Do you think you can contact him right now, Cypress? If Wattle is loyal to you I think he'd come as far as he can - then we can try and pick him up for what we need to do. AUTH: We control this area, I believe? So it would be safer to do it on this side. The car is disabled, is there another way to get to the other side? I can't imagine that this is the first time the cable car has been turned off or disabled, and being unable to cross while the car is down seems like a major safety hazard... Auth seems to be considering how to get across while the car is down, both for potentially advantageous positions and to get Wattle across to where they are. Auth replaces the Annihilator's Catalyst with the Sapling Catalyst, removing the downright evil looking crystal from his coat, near the wrist. It appears to have taken on an unforgettably red tinge, as though it was drawing blood while in use. Auth puts it away, and replaces it with the Sapling Catalyst. AUTH: Thanks, Nana. I really like it. It's pretty. AUTH: Like you! Aha. Auth smiles as Nana hugs him, and he stretches his hand. Seems to have had a minor change in sensation... AUTH: If it looked like it was hurting me, that's probably because that was precisely what it was doing. I'm quite happy that I'm not having something sapping my strength in order to replenish my capacity for spellcasting now. AUTH: It was an excellent call. Thank you, Nana. I'll have to thank Omo, shortly, but before I do that I'm going to need to come up with a gift for her. Auth also takes the shoebox from under the tree, opening it gently. -------------------- They say that there's no rest for the wicked, until they close their eyes for good.
As someone wicked, fundamentally, I disagree. One may always repent. I may have done terrible things in the past. That's why I help this coward now. |
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Posted: Jan 7 2021, 07:56 PM
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Stats/Item Changes:
Buy and Equip NULL (Resists: Dark, Light, Psychic, Weakness: Slashing) Equip Prototype: Mana Manipulator Remove Zillycharm, add Cinderclasm and Cherry Energy -1KP MHP, -4KP STR, +1KP MMP, +6KP MOV Christmas Craftpost Crisis |
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Posted: Jan 7 2021, 08:00 PM
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<ROUND 270>
To begin this update, the ancient rite of opening gifts is performed! A few gifts are also snuck beneath the tree before any sort of openings happen. The Great Box Slaughtering of 2021 Oh, we'll also do a bit of stat-based stuff. Stats Are Less Oppressive than Christmas, Somehow Pionobot informs Cypress that it'd be worth notifying those in Security. He nods, and begins to tap various buttons on his wrist mounted terminal. He speaks a few words into the air. CYPRESS: Attention, security personel. CYPRESS: Urgent request. Create backups. Target: security footage. Location: southern wing. CYPRESS: Send: personal storage. Will review later. Thank you. With another button press he hangs up. CYPRESS: Hopefully, someone heard. CYPRESS: If not... problems. Many problems. Will he be able to get a response in return? Or what's going on in Central at the moment? Within the Aviation Lab meanwhile, nothing really happens that'd require Pionobot's attention, save for the usual heckling that'd come with a sort of speech like that. He then pokes the Sleuth, asking them to scan a Vesperia and a Chairian Splitershot. 100 Credits later, and he returns with the information. >Codex Updated! Hannah asks Chaos for a few ID's. While this is technically a part of the Border Outpost questline, Chaos is not exactly out there. So we'll leave it out of a spoiler. Hannah provides the shopkeeper the ID, and a picture of "Lilac". She needs a fake ID to get to where she shouldn't be allowed to go. Chaos grabs the picture, and crudely tapes it to the ID card provided. CHAOS: boom done CHAOS: why'd you need my help for [t]his exa[c][t]ly? ...Taking a look at the ID card, it seems that through whatever Chaos just did, the image has merged seamlessly into the card. The information on it has also been replaced with what should be a convincing background for Lilac. There's no signs of taping or tampering to be found, either. CHAOS: anyway, your paymen[t] CHAOS: ge[t] me a [c]ool souvenir from [t]he rebel pla[c]e CHAOS: [t]he more illegal, [t]he be[t][t]er CHAOS: dew i[t] for ur un[c]le [c]haos ...Will Hannah be a good child, and do it for her uncle Chaos? A few feet over, at the Christmas Tree, Adria thanks Taeda profusely for the present, and offers a present of her own to Taeda. The priestess's cheeks hum a gentle green. TAEDA: Aw, you're welcome! I was a-a bit worried, to be honest! I-I'm never really sure what to get people... TAEDA: But I'm glad you liked it! TAEDA: And... thank you for the gift! TAEDA: I'd open it up, but... Taeda looks up a few lines. That Present spoiler is looking more ominous by the moment. Soon, it could upgrade to a WAW-class threat. TAEDA: U-Universal laws, y-you know? TAEDA: D-Don't want to challenge those! Adria then brings up a picnic. Maybe they should go check it out? TAEDA: Ooh, a picnic? TAEDA: That sounds fun! We held a few of those around the Church of Helix when the weather was nice out, y'know! TAEDA: It'd be nice to just kick back and relax for a bit. Perhaps after they open gifts, they can go over to the picnic? Pesky universal laws, though. Why can't she just open her present now? "It must be the work of Lord Dome", she rationalizes. Yeah. Oh, Dorothy also arrives at the picnic! She slowly nibbles at a sandwich, feeling somewhat down. For someone who knows little about Acacia, she's really quite sad. Chloe, who's just pulled a sandwich from the basket, takes notice. CHLOE: Oh, hello! Dorothy, right? CHLOE: Are you feeling alright? I can get you something if you want. Lilac asks Granny Acorn about if Cypress ever went to Acorn Orphanage. The Border Outpost: The Reflector Finally, the Scion arrives at the picnic! They introduce themselves to Chloe and Echoss. The former waves to them, inviting them over. CHLOE: Oh, hello there! Come and join us! CHLOE: You're not intruding on anything, don't worry! The more the merrier, right? CHLOE: It'd be nice to meet you! Pap pap. Chloe gently whacks the ground next to her, motioning for the Scion to have a seat. It'll be a lovely picnic! Chloe also doesn't seem to quite realize that this is actually the Reflector. Maybe it'd be nice to point that out? Venia asks Cypress how the Chairheir is elected. Cypress takes a moment to ponder his response. Three word responses are hard. CYPRESS: Chairheir position. Similar: "vice president". CYPRESS: If leader perishes. Chairheir assumes leadership. Before then, administrative. CYPRESS: Chairheir title remains. Even as leader. Duration: until election. Chairheir into leader. If they win. CYPRESS: As for election. Process is long. Multiple days. Winner is leader. The "Chair God". Runner up; Chairheir. Immediate election; impossible. CYPRESS: However. CYPRESS: Chairheir Sleuth. Exception. CYPRESS: Election reason; gift. Honorary. Provided great service. People loved him. CYPRESS: Secondary factor. Previous Chairheir; scandal. Optimal to replace. CYPRESS: Spark is scandalous. With evidence, potential. Might be replaceable. CYPRESS: Only chance. ...So he's saying, there's a chance. What evidence might you be able to get? Maybe that footage that Cypress is already trying to get. Could that be of use? Elsewhere, Maria claims the trio of Spiralfloofs as her own, naming them "Toaster", "Lightbulb", and "Sofa". They don't object to the names. The one named "Sofa" reaches down into the foam pit, and begins to nom on another foam cube. Is it tasty to them? Who knows. Maria then asks Marron who the heck that person in the foam pit is. Marron shrugs. MARRON: He's... some sort of samurai guy? I think his name is Twig. MARRON: He tried to kill us only a bit ago, so maybe just leave him alone for now. MARRON: Odds are, he's still dangerous. Just stick with the fluffy things, okay? Marron turns to the Chairian soldiers down south. They're leaving the Aviation Chamber. None of them are bothering to pick up their steeds. MARRON: ...Really? They're just leaving these perfectly good fluffy things behind? MARRON: They must've not really loved their steeds, then. Jerks. MARRON: Just saw them as weapons, when they're really something more! MARRON: ...They're a perfectly good source of cotton substitute! She's eying the Spiralfloofs now. So much Spiralfloof Floofballs to be obtained. But could she really do it? Take the floof from them? Who knows. /dlc content for later: nia talks with mari Calibri throws away a gun. It fires, the recoil causing it to bounce away onto the fridge. Chloe flinches at the sound of the blast, and instinctively ducks for cover. CHLOE: W-Whoa! Careful! CHLOE: Y-You could've taken someone's eye out with that! O-Or a limb! CHLOE: O-Or their life, f-for that matter! Calibri then jots down a few christmas-based notes, and leaves to go and float these ideas with others. Then, Chloe would receive a gift from Calibri, but let's wait until we actually open the "present" for that, alright? Elsewhere, EN-913 gives the Atrocity to Rosie. It rips a large chunk from it, using a descending robotic arm. 20% Durability stolen. 4. 7. 6. 5. Sparks fly from Rosie, but it seems that otherwise, they're okay. The samples are taken in, and promptly analyzed. The cake also regenerates 10% Durability from the 7. ROSIE: ANALYSIS COMPLETE. ROSIE: THANK YOU FOR THE SAMPLE, MOTHER. ROSIE: DEVELOPED BIOCHEMICAL WEAPON: CRUEL ARSENIC KILLER ESSENCE. ROSIE: DESIGNATION: "CAKE". A spray of sugar is launched a short distance from Rosie. The grass it lands upon begins to wither and rot, turning a ghastly black. Were an Iti there, they'd probably develop a bad case of being generally poisoned. ROSIE: EFFECTIVE VERSUS BIOLOGICAL TARGETS. ROSIE: COVERS WIDE AREA. CAN SYNTHESIZE MORE. ROSIE: THANK YOU. ...Was this a mistake? Nah. Bioweapons are cool. The Author chats with a lot of people! As per usual! First, Auth thanks Nana for the gift she gave her. This variant won't harm him, unlike his previous trinket. She receives a hug from the Author, which she happily returns. NANA: Ah! Y-You're welcome! NANA: I'm glad I could help you. As they pull apart, Auth asks Nana if she'd like to go out to a picnic. Slowly and nervously, Nana bobs her head. NANA: A-A picnic? I-In the Sky Labs? NANA: T-That sounds dangerous, s-somehow... b-but I'll go with you! It's a date, then! Probably! He also confirms his attendance at the picnic with Chloe, who gives him a smile and a thumbs up. CHLOE: Alright! See you ther! CHLOE: Oh! And bring that Orange-apple stuff, okay? The orange apple stuff- the marmalade! Did he make that yet? On an unrelated note, what the hell even is Fallen London lore at this point? The sun is alive, the bees are from space, and the physics don't exist, but only sometimes. What are the writers smoking? Can I add it as a T7 Consumable? Elsewhere, Auth asks Cypress if he could contact Wattle at this very moment. He nods, and gestures to his terminal. CYPRESS: Message already sent. However, again. Wattle: guarding central. CYPRESS: No response yet. May be busy. If so. Our destination: central. CYPRESS: ...Also. Cable cars; safe. Rarely break down. Occasional replacements. Many in storage. CYPRESS: Replacement time: short. Roughly an hour. Usually. CYPRESS: However, Iti attacks. Destroy cable cars. Storage: running out. CYPRESS: Replacements plus Iti. Unpleasant combination. Replacement time: longer. Multiple hours. CYPRESS: Can cross tunnels. Tunnels; below us. However, unsecured. May be infested. CYPRESS: Flying over; easier? It's a possibility. ...Going underground? That could be an option. Dangerous, but certainly possible. Where is the underground access tunnel, though? Has someone seen one before? And is it worth going that way? Who knows? Remiel creates some not-at-all cursed cookies. Cookie runes. 4 of these are added to the inventory, at the cost of 10 Skyroot Logs, 2 Ember Cores, a Royal Magus Spelltome, 20 Wheat, a bucket of Pure Water, and 2 Glacier Clusters. Marron's eyelid twitches furiously. Irongutta beholds the Rosebomb! He brings Magnolia out to take a look at this new-fangled device. Her eye glistens, and opens up wide. MAGNOLIA: Whooooah! MAGNOLIA: It's a big explody launcher! I love these! MAGNOLIA: Though, I don't think I've ever seen one that's not like... a magical stick! MAGNOLIA: This is a magical tube! That's one-hundred percent different! MAGNOLIA: Lemme try! Lemme try! Click. Irongutta attaches Rosebud to Magnolia. She fires off a celebratory grenade... or at least, tries to. Turns out Irongutta needs to load it himself. It's probably for the best that its empty. Magnolia meanwhile, is the slightest bit confused. MAGNOLIA: ...Huh? Is it not working? MAGNOLIA: Why isn't it working? While Magnolia ponders the inner machinations of a grenade launcher in her (axe)head, Irongutta heads over to thank R-8733 for the gift. He salutes the Ork as he arrives. R-8733: Ah, boss! You're welcome! R-8733: I was thinking that it'd be a good time to introduce her to joys of blastmaking, y'know? R-8733: The best time, is at a ripe... young(?), age! Fireworks! R-8733: I've prepared a variety of lethal shells for you to use, as well as more-or-less harmless firework shells. R-8733: For all kinds of occasions, you know? Truly, he has thought of everything. Oh, Irongutta also invites R-8733 to a picnic. Free food! He happily accepts. R-8733: Free food? Nice! R-8733: Let's go! Maybe I can throw a show there, too? R-8733: Unless its indoors. You never want to use explosives indoors, unless you're trying to kill someone. R-8733: Which hopefully, is not something we'll need to do during a picnic. totally foreshadowing Anyway, that's it for today's update! Hopefully, we'll be able to establish a battle tomorrow? That'd be fun. Go try and start something. Whether it's hunting down the remnants of the Rose Cult, or flying over to Central... there are lots of fun things to do! Enjoy! -------------------- |
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