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Author Topic: The Forgotten Art: Approaching the Nexus  (Read 271064 times)

The Froggy Ninja

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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1155 on: March 16, 2014, 11:33:28 am »

"Well it's fairly common knowledge and by this point I'm pretty sure you're mocking me but on the off chance you aren't then I'm going to continue this conversation."

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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1156 on: March 16, 2014, 12:30:40 pm »

Larry is swearing with near-incoherent rage at this point.  He's not actively preventing anyone from making proposals, though- unless you could what he said about their mothers.
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HMR stands for Hazardous Materials Requisition, not Horrible Massive Ruination, though I can understand how one could get confused.
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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1157 on: March 16, 2014, 02:56:06 pm »

"Bollocks."

Summon Hairy Mafioso Barrier directly in front of me (and Larry if the barrier is big enough) and point out what this bean did to their boss. Also request that they aid the pair of us in not being pulled into this bloody vortex that just happened to appear.
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Re: The Forgotten Art: An Urban and Magical RTD (signups welcome)
« Reply #1158 on: March 17, 2014, 06:45:34 am »

THis was my first application, don't know what else I need yet harry

You need stats. 6 points allocated to Body, Finesse, Mind and Affinity. See TFN's sheet above.

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Mind - 2
Aff -1
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Re: The Forgotten Art: An Urban and Magical RTD (signups welcome)
« Reply #1159 on: March 17, 2014, 10:54:43 am »

THis was my first application, don't know what else I need yet harry

You need stats. 6 points allocated to Body, Finesse, Mind and Affinity. See TFN's sheet above.

Sorry for delay
keep forgetting to check the RTD subforum

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((Would you mind also posting your reaction to the conversation I'm having with your date?))

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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1160 on: March 17, 2014, 03:46:32 pm »

John and his personal little gang back up a few steps after congratulating Trey on a job well done - steeling his mind on the task ahead, John concentrates on the sphere of mutually entwined druggies - from the ether they came, and to the ether they shall return!

[John's affinity roll: 3+1]

John begins to sweat as he stares at the methheads, his mind centering on the sphere. His ears begin to ring slightly, and the sound rises in intensity as the magic flows through him. His body begins to shake, and he closes his eyes and purses his lips, his very bones trembling with power. The methheads begin to sense that something is wrong, and muffled exclamations are heard from the mass. The tension in the air between John and the sphere rises until a point where the resistance of the nonmagical air simply gives in, and a connection is made.

At this moment, John pours a generous helping of power into the sphere, getting an almost euphoric rush of sudden release, followed by a very fleshy sounding explosion as all of the methheads ahead suddenly pop like a cluster of balloons that somebody chucked a fragmentation grenade into - a wave of shattered bone, blood and gore shoots out in every direction, coating a good portion of the school's facade with a generous helping of pureed methhead. Miraculously, the deluge of viscera stops just short of John and the gang, almost as if this was the way it was meant to be all along. A few moments pass, then a few more, and even though John notices no obvious response from within the school, he does feel more than a little at peace now that he's done this.

* * * * *

"Well it's fairly common knowledge and by this point I'm pretty sure you're mocking me, but on the off chance you aren't then I'm going to continue this conversation," Dave says while Myles remains respectfully silent and blissfully unassociated with his partner.

"Well, ain't I a lucky guy? So, how are you finding the latest events?" Mr. Pilton asks him in a conversational manner, grinning rather cheerfully and paying his date far less attention than is probably recommended.

* * * * *

Halesey, though far more injured than the incoherent Larry, seems to take his pain in stride.

"Bollocks," he says, and tries to summon up a barrier of hairy mafiosi to help him with this task.

[Halesey's affinity roll: 2-1]

Unfortunately, his spellcasting can be of spotty quality at the best of times, and being shot in the foot and getting pulled into potato hell at the same time are certainly not circumstances one could describe as the best of times. So Halesey manages to come up with nothing, the pain overcoming his senses as he flails wildly in place.

[Mafibean's body roll: 4+1]

Their rather terrible captor, meanwhile, pulls the both of them away from the vortex nonchalantly, grumbling quietly about stupid mooks and so forth.

"Right, yeah, so you had an offer?" the bean asks the man, who nods.

"Yes, I do indeed. I require a large amount of their literature placed in a particular location, and the area dimensionally destabilized by midnight," the man states simply.

"So what? I need a lot of things as well, you know."

"There will be a very handsome monetary reward for the tasks performed," the man replies, and the bean becomes interested.

"What tasks do you need done, exactly?"

"I need these two, or at least one of them, to summon up as much divine pornography in a single place - several tons ought to do it, and then destabilize the area, for which the most suitable would be their vortexes, or any other spell that links dimensions. And all this should be done by midnight."

"Huh. Well, I'm pretty sure these mooks can do that, right?"

"Provided they do not bleed to death, of course."

"Eh, I'll take 'em to a hospital."

"Do you know where one is?"

"Or maybe I'll call an ambulance. These guys have got phones, right?" the bean asks, glancing at its captives.
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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1161 on: March 17, 2014, 04:04:55 pm »

"Eat shit!"
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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1162 on: March 17, 2014, 04:06:39 pm »

"Eat shit!"

"Do you really want to know what getting shot in the knee feels like, friend?"
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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1163 on: March 17, 2014, 04:23:38 pm »

"Fascinating. The dinosaurs, the shampoo, all of it must be either created from nearby elements or warped in from a different location in space or even time. Such actions would require more energy then man has produced over thousands of years. This energy must be coming from somewhere and the only logical source of such energy is a rift into a different dimension providing energy from there. However, initiating such a rift would take even more energy implying that someone or something on the other side opened the rift or rifts and all the crazy shit going on is ether a byproduct of dimensional instability or an exploitation of the influx of energy by sentient beings. The latter would mean that either the rift has been around for the several years it would take to learn about and exploit the energy it provides, or someone on the other side is teaching people here to utilize it."

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Re: The Forgotten Art: Cash 4 Gen-Lit (Needs waitlisters!)
« Reply #1164 on: March 17, 2014, 04:34:47 pm »

Myles lets his partner do the talking for now.
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« Reply #1165 on: March 17, 2014, 07:50:53 pm »

Larry didn't, so he didn't say anything else.
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« Reply #1166 on: March 18, 2014, 05:15:24 am »

"Yeah, totally have a phone."

Go along with what this beaneejit wants.

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« Reply #1167 on: March 18, 2014, 08:26:03 am »

Larry scowled in a way that indicated that while he was not happy with current events, he was sufficiently unwilling to be hurt further to hinder their progression.

Not that he'd say it like that.  He'd just swear and tell people to get on with it.
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« Reply #1168 on: March 18, 2014, 12:37:31 pm »

"Not quite what I was going for, but cathartic at the very least. Let's step it up a notch, Trey, same thing, only try and cast it as high as you can above the school. Here's hoping their roof isn't that strong."

Cast tasty yeti sphere high above the school roof. Ask for Trey to do the same with his methhead sphere.
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« Reply #1169 on: March 19, 2014, 11:36:49 am »

Dave decides to make an educated guess.

"Fascinating. The dinosaurs, the shampoo, all of it must be either created from nearby elements or warped in from a different location in space or even time. Such actions would require more energy then man has produced over thousands of years. This energy must be coming from somewhere and the only logical source of such energy is a rift into a different dimension providing energy from there. However, initiating such a rift would take even more energy implying that someone or something on the other side opened the rift or rifts and all the crazy shit going on is ether a byproduct of dimensional instability or an exploitation of the influx of energy by sentient beings. The latter would mean that either the rift has been around for the several years it would take to learn about and exploit the energy it provides, or someone on the other side is teaching people here to utilize it."

Mr. Pilton nods along in a sagely fashion, grinning a little.

"Yep, that sure sounds plausible," he says. "Pretty logical, I guess. I don't think magic works like that, though."

* * * * *

Larry elects to remain silent in the face of this rather unfortunate set of circumstances. Halesey, on the other hand, remains tranquil, yet chatty.

"Yeah, totally have a phone."

"Hand it over," the beaneejit says, and Halesey complies. The creature dials 911 and tries to make a call.

"Yeah, 911, this is... somebody. I got a little problem and I need to fix it," the bean asks in a sinister tone. "What's my problem? You're asking me what my problem is?" it continues after a moment passes. "Let me ask you, what's your problem? What is your malfunction, you dispatcher prick? Why, I oughta... you know what, fuck you! Yeah, fuck you and alluya motherfuckers, you hear? You're my problem! Assholes asking questions they don't have to. Yeah. Yeah, fuck off already," it concludes, hanging up immediately after it's done speaking.

"Man, fuck these dispatch guys. You know what, I'm just gonna take you two to a hospital," the beaneejit says, beginning to drag his two bleeding captives away from the area, while the strange man simply disappears into thin air. The bean eventually pulls them over to a road and tries to stop a passing car.

Strangely enough, somebody stops at the floating, hairy bean with a gun and two bleeding bodies in tow - a middle-aged, mustached, balding individual in a panel van. He seems curious.

"Can I help you, sir?" he asks, grinning widely.

"Yeah, I need someone to take me over to the hospital to fix these two assholes I got with me right up. Can you do that?" the bean says with annoyance in its voice.

"Sure! You sure you wanna go to the hospital, though?" the guy says, looking Larry and Halesey over.

"I kinda need these mooks alive to get money," the bean says, somehow shrugging without shoulders.

"Oh! I can help with that!" the driver says and laughs, then snaps his fingers. Larry and Halesey are both hit with a pronounced feeling of excruciating pain, followed by the sudden awareness that both of their feet seem to be alright now! The bean looks surprised.

"How'd you do that?"

"Never mind that," the guy says, looking at Larry and Halesey. "You two wouldn't happen to be vendors of gentlemen's literature, would you? I've heard a bit about something like that going on in the area," he continues.

* * * * *

John decides upon a new plan after his latest experience.

"Not quite what I was going for, but cathartic at the very least. Let's step it up a notch, Trey, same thing, only try and cast it as high as you can above the school. Here's hoping their roof isn't that strong."

"Let's go," Trey says enthusiastically.

"Guess I'm the cheerleader, then? Eh, screw that, I'll just read the book," Luz grumbles, opening her tome of magic.

[John's affinity roll: 6-->6]
[Trey's affinity roll: 6-->3-1]

The two dudes look up at the sky righteously, and two solid black spots, almost invisible in the darkened, starless night sky of the city, appear out of nowhere - indeed, neither of the two mages would have noticed it had they not specifically willed them to be there. It is oddly satisfying to watch the spots grow closer and closer, and slightly disconcerting to see one of the spheres begin to disintegrate.

"Huh. Must not have secured them properly."

It takes a few minutes for the spheres to get close enough to truly appreciate their grandeur - the sight of hairy, rather appetizing-looking yetis (as frightening as that particular thought may be) packed up in a tight sphere followed by a disorganized bunch of methheads is indeed one of the stranger ones lately sighted by the people present.

"Hey, guys, I got Wave of... oh, look at that!" Luz suddenly says, tearing herself away from her literature and pointing at the incoming creatures. Mere seconds after she makes the fact known, the yeti sphere impacts the roof of the building with a thundering sound, the structure of the building collapsing inwards as the flesh of many succulent abominable snowmen is compacted against it with incredible force, creating a small shockwave and knocking up a whole lot of dust, which hardly has time to settle before the building is peppered with screaming, flailing methheads flying into it at terminal velocity, creating additional holes in the roof. Yet more gore splatters into the air as some methheads crash into the area around the building - John and friends are fortunately missed by the barrage, though they do get some bits on their clothes.

"Ew, man. I'm gonna have to wash these clothes pretty hard after the night is done, I think."

"Hopefully we won't catch anything."

What John is completely sure of, however, is that somebody definitely noticed that from inside the school - the sphere probably went through several floors from the sound of it, actually. It seems that the voice has not steered him wrong! Extreme magical violence does solve a great many problems! The fact that he can hear a bit of roaring from the now partially destroyed roof of the building is a little concerning, though.
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