Name: Celeste Woodsman
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Large image (Just ignore the pokeballs, the character was originally for a pokemon setting)
Personal information: Celeste was born a very sickly child. Despite this, she was very physically active, which helped to mitigate her poor health. She's very smart, but not too great with words, tending to be particularly blunt even when discretion would be better. She became very shy after this put her on the bad side of many people throughout her life; she tends not to speak if she doesn't need to, afraid of offending people. She's very compassionate, despite her poor ability to show it. While working under a Magister, the Magister was discussing a plan that would inevitably cost many innocent civilians' lives, and Celeste spoke out, despite it not being her place to do so. Apparently, the Magister was having a particularly bad day , as before she could finish a sentence, he ordered her shipped out to the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Aggravating a Magister
Profession: Fleshtech
Stats: Strength: 0 = -1
Dexterity: 4 = +0
Endurance: 3 = +0
Charisma: 3 = +0
Intelligence: 5 = +1/3
Willpower: 5 = +1/3Skills:Speech: 0 = -1
Intuition: 2 = +0
Handiwork: 1 = +0
Con. Weap: 0 = -2
Uncon. Weap: 0 = -1
Exotic Weap: 0 = -1
Auxiliary: 1 = +1
Med Tech: 1 = +1((
Red is natural -1 roll,
green is natural +1 roll))
>Though I may regret it later, eat the pizza. Savor it.
>Enter VR again, load up automated field manipulators of all kinds. What are they like?
The pizza tastes like bad decisions. Fitting, really.
What size of automated manipulator you want here? The ones they use on ships to generate gravity and stuff, or ones you could conceivably use and afford.
((Sorry about the confusion.))
Charles asks one of the people nearby why there are two seemingly comatose people lying on the floor.
"They're learning a lesson." The armory master says, sitting back down now that the rush has passed.
Ahaha... ahahaha... Ahahahah! Maurice started laughing hysterically.
Lyra, he could not have said that. Neither could my inner self, or anything.
Yes, I did fail to help Charro Hootzal. Yes, at that moment he looked more like a hamburger than a person. Yes, at that time, we might have had the chance of bringing his head back in a barely revivable state if we hurried as if Death chased us, and I suggested that race against time. And yes, what happened to him is one of my greatest faults, my greatest nightmare. But his head with the rest of his body were flattened just moments later, crushed into pasta - and that was a clear casualty, which is, unfortunately, to be expected in our line of work.
And finally- Maurice stopped laughing and looked Lyra in the eye:
I failed him - couldn't save him - because he was already more injured than I could have helped. That is my worst nightmare, indeed - the fact that I cannot bring the already dead, those claimed by Death himself, back to life, despite them yet clinging to life, despite Mistress Medicine guiding my hand in that never-ending battle with Death - Maurice turned to face blackness before him, his voice gradually raising - that sometimes Death wins, this is my worst nightmare, and not just plain being beaten by the circumstances. Do you hear me, puppeteer? You have made a mistake! This is but your interpretation of my memories!
Fuck off from my head! I disbelieve you and all of this circus!
Defy. Disbelieve. Resist. Wake up. Whatever it takes.
((@
GM In all likeness, if Maurice has judged wrong/had the wrong response (like if it wasn't a mistake on the Armory Master's part, or that response to 'Charro''s words was completely unreasonable and should have been different, etc.), let's just say Maurice has gone mad - in essence, I can hardly see him changing his views on things happening around at this point, so if he is wrong and that is a wrong way to address the situation (and Lyra is unable to take both of them back to the real world by herself, or
somehow talk him out of this state of mind in the next couple of turns), let's just say he is completely lost to madness and no longer a playable character (following Timmy's precedent).
RPing is a bitch
))
((@Lyra I have a slight inclination to believe that the second door (with the hamburger man/'Charro') was created by Maurice, as only he had the necessary memories, but I might be wrong. ))
[will:3+1]
The world shimmers and flickers but doesn't collapse. A phantom image of yourself appears before you.
"You're getting close. Think . An inherent flaw in what you've been doing. The flaw of faces in the clouds. Of opening doors. Think."
attempt to summon the "core" essence of my fears. hug the "Fear_Lyra" that this spawns. whisper in her ear:
"it'll be ok"
allow "Fear_Lyra to cry on my shoulder.
remember that i cannot be harmed in this place, i do not actually care what form Fear_Lyra takes, i know what Fear_Lyra wants.
((you try your ultimate denial if you want, i've got my own gambit to try. besides, Lyra wants this anyway.))
((btw, that "why here?" specifically: "why did the AM send us here? why would sending us here help us?" THAT is the question i mentioned I'd mentioned before but you misunderstood. specifically:))
"why?"
tap maurice's hand with my right hand's index finger five times while saying:
"here, neutral. Armory, watching, makes doors. showing? maze? teaching?"
You've been watching too much anime my friend~
((Oh No, You called me Brucie, people only do that when I'm fucked...))
This is incredibly intense!
"...ould thank Miss Faith for this idea."
You wake up, bound with your arms behind you and the doctor standing in front of you.
"Ah good, you're awake." He says casually twirling a knife between his fingers. "Hold this for a moment." He jams the knife into your chest. You choke and gasp as it punctures a lung and you gurgle your own blood.
"I have made you immortal. To age, to sickness and to...most damage." he says, walking across the room and picking up a tray of knives. "You're still quite vulnerable to burning. And vacuum exposure. Try not to get spaced, that will actually kill you permanently. Or shot in the head. You'll live but you'll lose all those precious memories and be what amounts to dead."
He stabs you in the stomach.
"You may have noticed that I didn't remove your capacity to feel pain."
He pulls the knife out of your chest and you can see, amongst the blood, that the knife has been corroded.
"Ah, good. Body regenerates so well it will destroy any foreign material. That means no robot parts or enhancements. To be blunt, you're stuck as you are right now. You will go no stronger as far as your body is concerned.You are forever trapped in this moment. "
He puts a few more knives into you.
"It's a small price to pay for immortality, I think."
A few more knives.
"Oh, and one other thing. Sometimes I may need a training partner for my various disciples. Or just a punching bag. So thanks for volunteering for that position."
He plucks the knives out one at a time and shakes his head.
"Well, I have things to deal with." He says, slipping a knife into one of your bound hands. "Just cut your way free. Oh and remember to keep eating. All that blood needs to be replaced."
He walks out of the room, humming to himself.
Faith M8 Levelup: +5 Intelligence, +3 Unconventional
Examine available materials for an artificial skeleton, and check how such a procedure affects marrow and blood and such, and if there's any other physiological issues with it, like crushing your ass muscles every time you're knocked on your rear. Test some of the more common or obvious material choices against gauss and laser fire to see what difference they make vs normal bones in a subject.
See what they've got in terms of lithe, agile synthflesh humanoid-things, especially those built for avoidance, skirmishing, or melee combat.
Skeleton materials, marrow, delicate ass muscles, shooting people, agile synthflesh things.
The Procedure basically just replaces the bone. So if you just replace one bone, you're fine, but if you go for the whole skeleton you're gonna need what amount to synthetic marrow systems to do everything your bones would normally do. As per damage to the muscles and stuff, it's not significantly higher then normal or anything.
Now when it comes to an agile body, there's a synth flesh variant that is usually sold to acrobats, master mechanics and people who have to get into tight places. It uses ball joints for practically everything and is quite thin, extremely flexible and quick. You could wrap yourself around a flag pole.
Jim eats the pizza since he presumably has a mouth now and wipes the pizza sauce off his face. Then he pokes Maurice with a clean hand; that is, one not covered in pizza sauce. If Maurice doesn't wake up... Jim will go ahead and wipe the sauce off onto the man's suit.
()
You shove your slice of pizza into your mouth and wipe the sauce off on maurice's suit.
"He gonna wake up soon? I kinda need him."
"Yeah, give him a minute."
((Oh, I've nearly forgotten!
Happy International Women's Day to our female players! 
))
((-> Skyrunner and everyone else 
Thanks for that Nik!
Btw I like how you and Lenglon RP. Its...really new to me ))
From here...
Feyri shifted the nine tokens in her palm as she mused by the side of the armory.
Nine. Only nine. Enough for an MKII. Should insulate it if I'm getting a metallic shield. Don't know how heavy it can be though...presumably I could ask for stabilizers into making it a personal shield along with a gun support...Hmm.
"Excuse me, AM?..."
Purchase an MKII.
Trade in the old shield for a metallic one; inquire if it could be made as a personal, mobile shield. Along with slight modifications for endurance and deftness - easier to handle when traversing rough terrain, or something I can carry on my back while having my arms free for other uses.
You feed your lizard pizza. He seems happy but mildly confused. That done, you start handing out pizza to anyone who wants it/trusts you enough not to ask if you washed your hands before making it.
The fools.
((XD))
You trade in your shield and 2 tokens for something quite similar to this
http://www.keiththompsonart.com/images/full/gunnershield.jpgAnd a MKII for 5 tokens.
"Someone paid for your purchase to be upgraded to a MKIII. So you can get it from your locker in a bit."
((Piecewies no
no
why you ignor me peicewise
i am a valued plahyer too))
Jobasio hopped up from his hospital bed, discarded his earlier ideas and glanced around, stroking his chin like some trainee supervillain.
'I have a most excellent idea...'
>Sneak a large quantity of hospital-grade anaesthetic out of the infirmary.
>If confronted by a nurse, point over their shoulder in mock terror and scream something about "OH MY GOD ANOTHER ALTERED" before running away and hiding in my locker punching them in the kidneys and running away to hide in my locker.
You look around. No one is looking. You sneak over to one of the Nurses stations and start raiding the drawers. You put a few handfuls of sealed syringes, pills and anything else you find in your pockets and then slink out.
"Nothing to see here, folks."
Wake up again. Try to assess whether I hurt myself. If so, go to the infirmary.
Yeah, you're fine. It's one of those "Comedy comas".
"Thank you."
Thomas took the cigarettes and headed off to the VR. While he walked, it occured to him that he actually had more drugs on him than his old dealer. He shrugged it off, then stepped into the VR. He places himself upon the top of a hill, in cover. At the base of the hill, there's a fort populated with people equipped with light armor and laser pistols.
How advanced you want this fort to be? Realistic UWM military or just a big concrete building for you to shoot at people?
((Happy women's day, for those who are one.))
It's not the same.....*sigh*....Yeah, let's see if Doc is available now.
Hey, can we start the training now?
Send the message to Doc. If he says to wait, summon a virtual AM and try to spar with her in close combat, see if she can give some tips about combat besides the commom sense.
(( Perv-time is now off.))
Yes. In fact I've found you a new sparring partner.
((Welp, might as well make something like everyone else.))
Go to VR room. Give Thomas pizza before logging onto a spare machine.
Open crafting.
Browse for a large, acid resistant container and a similarly acid resistant hose. Browse the three strongest types of acid that the container and hose could be withstand.
Why do I have the feeling that we're gonna end up with another ClF3 flame thrower?
"Ugh, the boredom. Time for socializing"
He jumps out of the couch and goes towards the Armory.
"goodday madam - "Is it ever day on the 'sword?" "- I was wondering if you had any tips regarding the use of this mass manipulation amp, seeing as of how your tips regarding the microwave amp have helped me quite a lot. Also, I heard you had designed some nifty things in your time, would it be all right for me to look at them, pretty please?"
Go to armory, bow to the AM, a nice 30 degree respectful one. ask above
"I can tell you that once you have it you never need a gun again. Just buy ammo and throw it at people. That or, if you prefer melee, use it to get in multiple blows at a time. Nothing scares a person like someone walking toward them with a dozen swords just floating around them. That or just use it on the people you're fighting against. Tear off limbs, throw them through walls, whatever gets the job done.
And I made things, yeah. Ask simus about it whenever she gets back."
Name: Celeste Woodsman
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearance: Large image (Just ignore the pokeballs, the character was originally for a pokemon setting)
Personal information: Celeste was born a very sickly child. Despite this, she was very physically active, which helped to mitigate her poor health. She's very smart, but not too great with words, tending to be particularly blunt even when discretion would be better. She became very shy after this put her on the bad side of many people throughout her life; she tends not to speak if she doesn't need to, afraid of offending people. She's very compassionate, despite her poor ability to show it. While working under a Magister, the Magister was discussing a plan that would inevitably cost many innocent civilians' lives, and Celeste spoke out, despite it not being her place to do so. Apparently, the Magister was having a particularly bad day , as before she could finish a sentence, he ordered her shipped out to the HMRC.
Reason assigned to HMRC: Aggravating a Magister
Profession: Fleshtech
Stats: Strength: 0 = -1
Dexterity: 4 = +0
Endurance: 3 = +0
Charisma: 3 = +0
Intelligence: 5 = +1/3
Willpower: 5 = +1/3Skills:Speech: 0 = -1
Intuition: 2 = +0
Handiwork: 1 = +0
Con. Weap: 0 = -2
Uncon. Weap: 0 = -1
Exotic Weap: 0 = -1
Auxiliary: 1 = +1
Med Tech: 1 = +1((
Red is natural -1 roll,
green is natural +1 roll))
Looks like Renen may have a new friend. Welcome aboard.
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