The Staging Area"Hey there Alan, good to see you again. Good try with that wheel."
<<Hey, Zero? Any tips considering my expanded power?>>
"Modifications improve power, versatility and understanding and reduce the risk of catastrophic failure.
Disorientation is possible while adjusting. Experimentation with unfamiliar equipment is recommended.
Examination of another player's equipment during a mission has a high chance of providing useful data."Build myself a lawnchair with minifridge attachment and massage action.
It's surprisingly difficult to imagine this piece of equipment. The unrelated sections of the device keep getting mixed up in your mind. In the end, when your summoning and assembling is done, you end up with a lawnchair that looks sort of like the one you imagined. However the minifridge seems to be out of order and the massage-action feels kinda wonky.
You mess with my personality and even I have no idea what will happen. Maybe I will develop a new alter-ego. Maybe Artemis will return.
Zechariah looks around for a bit, and then finds a rock to sit by and have silent arguments with his subconscious.
Find a rock to sit by and argue with my subconscious.
You find a rock that's not too jagged and sit on it.
"So..." you can hear an entity talking to you.
"I've been meaning to ask you something. You said you share your head with a guy named Artemis, right? Well, my question is, what's with the name? Iisn't Artemis a... girl's name?"Thank you, John.
Walk away and summon a large pile of forks.
Throw them at people.
You summon a small pile of serving forks. Eh, better than nothing.
You then proceed to throw them at people. At least you try to throw them. You lack the strength and dexterity to launch them properly. Most of them fly with the speed of a snail, while the few that you manage to throw further than a meter from you fly so off course they might as well had been thrown at random. In the end you end up with the area around you littered with forks.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Littering in the wild. No care for the environment. Better hope Smokey the Bear doesn't hear of this."<Angel moping about stuff and people trying to comfort her.>
The shadow man appears in his rock in front of the waterfall and addresses Angel.
"You are right to feel this way. Your actions led to the deaths of many innocents. The damage your combined efforts caused on that world of mine will take centuries to repair.""What? Why are you doing that? That's mean! Can't you see she is sad about that?""As she should be. The words of comfort the others are offering her are lies, lies that aren't helping her. I am helping her. I am giving her the honesty she needs. Every child needs to learn that their actions have consequences, one as powerful as her doubly so.""I still think you're just being mean."The people in the staging area hear the yelp of a dog or a wolf faintly echoing. Sounds like it's coming from far away.
"Eh, best approach to weird stuff is to not worry about it too much. Don't hassle the weird, and the weird won't hassle you. So... what now? Do we just jump back into the next mission, or is there something else that needs doing first?"
"It's your mind, you know best.
Anyway, there will be a mission later. There are some things the others want to do and we've got to decide what to do next... It'll take a while.
You can rest a bit for now. You've earned it."
Jordan swishes the good whiskey around in it's glass a bit, then takes another sip. "My teammates? I think you are capable of asking them yourself." He smiles. "Seriously, I found them acceptable. At least in combat."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Although they do need to be a bit less squeamish. You can't change the world without getting your hands dirty. What's that funny little expression people from Earth use? 'You can't cook an omelet without squashing some eggs'? "
((Sorry I couldn't post last time. Had an exam. Had to study.))
Uhhh. Where am I? This isn't my fortress.
What did I drink last night?
Get up, look around, determine the situation.
((Eh, don't worry. I'd update faster myself but I have three projects to deliver by the end of next week.))
You seem to be in an abandoned mall or supermarket of some kind. The room you are in is made of concrete. Water is dripping from one of the rusty pipes in the ceiling, forming a small puddle on the floor near you.
Around you are overturned stalls and mounds of empty plastic and cardboard boxes of all kinds, their colorful exterior dulled by time and the elements. Weeds have started to grow on top of some of the moldy cardboard boxes.
Light is coming in from a hole in the concrete, from whitch you can see the gray sky and the snow outside.
There's a single door leading out of this room, a sliding door that has had its glass replaced by a wood and metal barricade.
"Had to... Had to what? Stellar? I don't understand. I... what's wrong? Why wouldn't I want to be your friend? You're here for me, aren't you? I still trust you. I still like you!"
I rock back and forth in her arms.
"Comon Stellar, stop being so mean to yourself. I need you Stellar! Please, can we please be friends? Please?"
I suddenly lick her cheek once.
"Gotcha! Comon! Please? I'm supposed to be the depressed one here, remember? Please, I just want to know what's happening to me. It's not that I don't trust you. It's that I can't help unless I know what I'm really doing, and why. What are the Games, really?"
"You don't understand. It's my fault!" She gently pushes you away. The ground beneath her rises about
half a meter, creating further distance between you.
"I- I made a mistake. I should had done a better job but I couldn't help you. I... don't know what happened, why it happened. I didn't fix the damage you had and he- he had to fix it for me or you would die and he- That's why you... you're different." She falls on her knees, her head hanging low. Ripples extend from her face to the rest of her liquid body, the returning waves merging with each other creating standing waves and other interference patterns.
"It's all my fault. If I was better, stronger, none of this would have happened. It's all my fault. Not yours."((Sorry for not answering all your questions but I don't think people who are emotionally in a bad place would suddenly start rambling and providing exposition like nothing is going on. That's why the answers are coming a bit slower.))
<ability description>
Tone this ability down a bit.
Or even better, choose something else since we already have people who can mess with fire and ice and I'd prefer to have more unique abilities.
Right now it is too powerful.
Anything you touch?
10 000 degrees Celsius? And the ability to direct this ability to wherever you want? I'm assigning points to abilities to see if I should give them drawbacks and right now your ability is a -4.3(!) based on the guidelines I have (for comparison, all characters start at +2). You're gonna have some major drawbacks with a -4.3, even if you roll a six during character creation.
EDIT: Either my mind is acting up due to lack of sleep or the forum is eating words. Either way, there were some missing words and sentences weren't making sense. I think I fixed them all now.
Peregrine
((Would it be funny that I voted 6? >_> I appreciate literary stuffs too much..I guess...yeah I'm weird blah blah <__<
I like how you merged those, though, despite me seeing both messages in all their clarity. You're awesome.))
Theri blinked. What she heard, she pushed aside as her thoughts of her past-wondering how River's own voice mixed in her stupor. He seemed a bit tense, probably fishing by the-wait, that was a cliff. An edge of a cliff!
The kitsune sprung up as her mind oriented sky from ground, and was utterly calmed that her friend was not actually falling-or at least the sky wasn't-and dropped to one knee.
...
:3
Hmm. Mr. Wolf seems preoccupied. Nervous? Afraid of heights? Doesn't seem to be like it.
..Oh dear do I feel like an opportunity is knocking.
Being a bit of a mischievous rascal--her youth wasn't all gloom and despair anyhow, she sneaked up towards River and decided to surprise him!
If he ever falls back-grab him and get him on solid ground.
If he...attacks or something, quickly explain its me and my plan.
I wonder if you can hear me, Mr. Wolf?
((Thank you. That means a lot to me.
And I just want to say that I like being able to write with you like this. Gives me an opportunity to write with less constraints. Although I am still bound by the game-stuff.))
You slowly get up and start sneaking towards River, a mischievous grin on your face. You carefully make your way around a couple of small bushes along the way, the soft dirt that makes up the ground helping to muffle the noise of your walking.
Even if you had made any noise, the wolf-man seems too preoccupied with whatever is on his mind to actually notice you. He keeps staring forward and slightly downwards.
You can see the waterfall as you approach him, a small stream falling off a cliff opposite to the one you are standing on. The sun creates a small rainbow in the mist generated by the falling water. (The waterfall and surrounding area looks somewhat like this. Only viewed from a higher viewpoint since you are at the same height as the start of the waterfall.)
When you get close enough to be in danger of being hit by his nervously twitching tail (he is a bit taller than you), you lean forward and playfully poke him at his back while yelling "Surprise!"
He emits a surprised yelp and quickly jumps around to face you. The surprise you can see on his face escalates when one of his legs lands on the edge of the cliff, causing him to loose his balance and start tipping backwards.
Seeing your newly made friend in danger, you quickly reach out and grab him by his arm. You dig your heels in, pull as strongly as you can (he's surprisingly heavy). After some mutually exhausting effort you manage to heave him back onto solid ground.
He collapses from the strain and the adrenaline, facing the sky, out of breath. His panting turns to laughter, a quiet one at first, but one that soon turns into a roaring laugh, his eyes closed an his mouth open wide enough for you to see his sharp canine premolars. He laughs like someone just told him the funniest thing in the world.
((I rolled for that by the way! ))