"Alright then."
Taste green goop, kick her in the stomach.
It tastes like you're dying.
*AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHCHA HACK HACK HACK*
"Oh lord this vr shit hurts. I have made mistakes."
Stacy nods to Nyars, performing an extended pirouette.
"Why are all crew members so secretive? It's starting to get a bit frustrating. That is, if you actually are a crew member and not just a really clever and resourceful convict, explaining why you need tokens when they don't seem to have a use for anything other than buying things at the Armory. But really, that's none of my business."
"Sorry to say I cannot buy any of your undoubtedly high-quality abandoned junk, though, as I am simply out of tokens at the moment. However, as soon as this changes, I'll be back. In the meantime, have a good one!"
Dance away from Nyars and head over to Sandy.
"Hey, Sandy, I have a general question. Do the crew use tokens for anything? Or do they use real money?"
His voice quiets down a little as he stops, slowly stretching his hands to the ceiling in a heartfelt fashion and closing his eyes.
"Or do you practice... communism?"
Ask question of Sandy.
"Tokens aren't really money. They're just our reward system and the method of making sure that people who don't pull their weight don't get access to limited or dangerous resources."
"And we're not really in a form of government here. We're just working."
"Two women stuck with this sort of outfit--I wonder what the backstory of this simulation is...it's all so real."
Feyri wondered if Lyra used the needle-like implement...because if not, then it was only her using it.
...Err.
"Anyway, I suppose we should begin planning, huh. You're quick and agile and I'm...all buff and the like." Ugh, not something I would like to be in the future. Lithe and speedy are my fortes... Feyri checked the nearby piping and listened for the sounds of water--nothing, as far as she could hear.
Feyri then pries one of the more suitable [in terms of metallic composition] and longer pipes as a wield-able item. Or perhaps any long pole which could easily support own weight.
She pointed towards the door, "I suppose the most obvious exit is the best, unless you'd want me to try to- hang on."
Feyri began explaining on a whim: creatures which usually become prey to a predator are usually evolved in such a way that they've an advantage, mostly in the fields of evasion or escape.
"If the door is locked, which we'd be bound to check sooner or later, hows about me giving you a lift up to those windows?"
I wonder how she'll communicate here...
You grab the biggest, sturdiest looking pipe you can find.
Hard to tell if it will hold your greatly expanded weight, but it's the best you'll get.
Hold up my arms and hands and stare at them until Feyri starts talking, then look up at her.
"Two women stuck with this sort of outfit--I wonder what the backstory of this simulation is...it's all so real."
((I dont have the quotes readily available, but Poacher sims the hunting down of altered humans from after the Altered wars. which altered is capitalized is intentional. Lyra never was there for the explanation though.))
"Anyway, I suppose we should begin planning, huh. You're quick and agile and I'm...all buff and the like." Feyri checked the nearby piping and listened.
Nod once, while lowering my arms back down to my sides.
Feyri then pries one of the more suitable [in terms of metallic composition] and longer pipes as a wield-able item. Or perhaps any long pole which could easily support own weight.
She pointed towards the door, "I suppose the most obvious exit is the best, unless you'd want me to try to- hang on."
Tilt my head to my left, clasp my hands behind my back.
Feyri began explaining on a whim: creatures which usually become prey to a predator are usually evolved in such a way that they've an advantage, mostly in the fields of evasion or escape.
"If the door is locked, which we'd be bound to check sooner or later, hows about me giving you a lift up to those windows?"
Nod once more, then:
slowly, testing the floor under me as I take each step, go to the room's most obvious exit, open it slightly, and peek at whatever is on the other side.
Slowly, testing the floor and stairs under me as I take each step, go to the door at the top of the stairs, open it slightly, and peek at whatever is on the other side
((Missed this part from last time))
If the door is locked, go to the windows and peek out, assuming Feyri gives me a boost.
Well the floor and stairs are made of concrete, so you're good there.
The door up top isn't so much locked as it is jammed. You can get it open a few inches but no more. You peek out and what you can see is the remains of a small house, mostly caved in around you. Through gaps in the wreckage you can see a street just outside. It looks like you're in the suburbs; and the houses nearby are in the same state of disrepair as your own.
((I wonder how they cloned Jesus.))
"What's your favorite consonant?"
Ask the above.
"Lets go with Q."
((Land: the white nondescript area, I will try others later.
Distance: medium, I sitll need to get close to him.
He is unaware of Renen's presence.
Renen is equipped with his monoatomic sword.
Rolls of a commom battle, not only fives, for both of us - He has Jim's stats.
Just to clarify: I'm using Jim as basic parameter because he is the most powerful amp user convict (and the most powerfull of all the players too). This doesn't mean that Renen is going to fight Jim, and I hope it never happens, but I must know how will Renen fare in a fight with a amp user. - already fought someone semi-altered and immortal, and against Doc holding back, but I'm not crazy enought to try and spar with the AM.))
At the moment the simulation starts, enter slow motion mode and run to attack his brain case area from behind
[will:1+2]
Your mode doesn't really activate. Luckily Jim hasn't noticed you yet. Though he's starting to turn around.
Hmph. Instead, find random locals. Use Microwave Field Manipulator on random object. Proclaim self to be God.
You light the goat on fire.
"WITCH!"
"Oh dear. I know how this ends. Either I'm gonna get strapped to some wood and things are gonna get very hot or you're gonna burn me at the stake."