"Um, yeah. You don't just become a Gene, either your a Gene, or your not, and you ain't one."
"That's terrible. I think, anyway. What's a Gene? Is it some kind of slang for rogue conceptual abortions of the very idea of actual genetics? Or is it something hygiene-related? Perhaps a matter of one's natural choice of pants? Speak plainly, as I am at least twenty-percent ears by outer surface area."
Eat! Share with my friend if he wants some. Maximum cholesterol for everyone! After all, we have magic to take care of atherosclerosis.
You start eating.
It's good, in a greasy sort of way. It's been fried into something nice and crunchy, but not enough that it feels burnt, and the potatoes and sausages help alleviate the oiliness of the rest of the rest of the thing, somewhat. However it still feels somehow... monotonous, if food can be described as such. It could use something to make it more interesting, like a tomato or some cheese.
((I'll step out of the Campaign mission running to cut down on space competition. Next time, perhaps. though it'd be fun to be able to summon tons of low tech gear, then suddenly bust out with a tank when the midden hits the windmill
Also, reference achieved.))
John nodded slowly. He supposed that's one way to think about it.
"Interesting..."
He looked out at the growing crowd. Oh, that Alan...
"I think I'll see what's up down there. I enjoyed the chat- feel free to drop by."
He headed downstairs and outside, then faced the collection of people outside. "Hello, folks. Like the town?"
((As an aside, I have that problem IRL; can think out a solution, but good luck if I want to describe it to someone...))
If a maintenance programmer can’t quote entire Monty Python movies from memory, he or she has no business being a programmer.
((And yeah, I understand, I sometimes have a similar problem.))
"Thanks. I think I'll stay here until the next mission. Seems like a quiet place with a good view. Great choice."You get up, enter the manor and close the balcony door behind you.
And then suddenly a humanoid form with slightly feminine characteristics made of yellow light materializes on the balcony with a small explosion of force, grabs the entity you were speaking with by the throat, slams him against the wall and then they both disappear, all in the span of a few seconds. You think you heard her yelling something about private area.
Okay then, looks like that lady was in a hurry. Good thing that wall seems to be invincible.
You get downstairs and out the front door without much incident.
The crowd here appears to be growing, as does the collection of useless objects Alan manages to hit himself with.
Zechariah
"Okay, I won't press the subject any farther. But I don't think that I'm just here to escape. After all, where would I go, and how would I get there?"
He paces around slowly, looking up at the green crystals above his head.
"There has to be something else. Another method to this madness, a reason that I was brought here and not left to die in the void of existence. That is what I wish to find out."
<What does it matter?
If I told you you were here because you are fated to kill all those I hate, would you do that? Or are you one of those people that believe in fate, in some sort of plan that exists for all, that follows its commands no matter what, out of fear that fate will be harsher when it forces you to comply?
If I threatened you with death, would you follow my orders? Or are you someone who has already resigned to death and is now waiting for it to come?
What if I told you just thought you were no more than an interesting trinket, something to play with for a while and then be discarded, would that change what you want? Or if I told you I was fascinated by you, loved you, wanted to make you a part of me no matter what?>She lets her rhetorical questions stand for a second.
<No, I don't believe any of the aforementioned apply to you. So why bother with the past? Why not focus on what your future could hold?>She seems to be very capable at evading questions by using long-winded answers.
((I'm also interested in the campaign, but I'm fine if someone else goes. Hilarity'll happen either way.))
Ooooowwwwwww, Alan moans, massaging his battered head. Too much of this and I'll get a red lump on the head or something. He looks around with a hungry eye. Still need food though. Oh, I know!
SUMMON FRIDGE
You summon a rather shoddy looking fridge that immediately breaks apart when it impacts the ground.
Hmmm... Maybe I should make a mission in a place that works with cartoon physics.... Your character would fit right in.
Bryan's back stiffens slightly, just enough for it to be noticeable to someone paying close attention, then it relaxes again. Bryan stands, moves a bit away from the piano and turns to face Kathryn. "I'ts been awhile since anybody has heard me play. I suppose it's a nice change. How did the mission end? and I suppose...did I do well enough?" Best not to ask about why Kathryn was away. She was his host right now. If she wanted to, she would tell him. If she didn't, it would be wrong to pry.
Her smile drops somewhat when you ask your question.
"Well, you did your best. It was a good effort. It wasn't your fault there were some unforeseen obstacles."She walks and sits on one of the armchairs facing the fireplace.
"The mission ending was... complicated. Part of the reason I wasn't here when you woke up. There's still some conflict about what happened and whether or not all of it was correct. Your target survived and yet it seems that your host managed to survive and continue his work. I don't know much about what happened after that though."
"Charlie he. He said he could help in your upcoming trial, for a price. What trial Stellar? and why was he sneaky about how he asked me?"
((When/if she asks for more information instead of answering my question:))
"N-not until you tell me about this trial! what challenge will they have you do? why???" ((yes, Irine would assume trial as in trial by fire instead of court trial, a concept from a societal level her people never reached. The opinion of the populace still greatly affects what such a trial would be, and if it would even be possible, hence why she agreed to Charlie's deal.))
((In answer to the obvious question when she asks it and after she has answered what the trial is about:))
"He wants me to protect someone for him-im, he hasn't said who yet. I-I agreed, conditionally, to do it."
"Charlie he. He said he could help in your upcoming trial, for a price. What trial Stellar? and why was he sneaky about how he asked me?""He did WHAT?!" she says with a mix of surprise, anger and fear.
The centre of her body starts glowing with yellow light that is slowly expanding and becoming brighter.
She starts talking quickly, loudly, taking quick shallow breaths between sentences.
"How?! When?! Why?! What did he ask of you? Did you accept?! Did you make a deal with him?""N-not until you tell me about this trial! what challenge will they have you do? why???"She stands there, taking deep breaths for a few seconds. Her breathing slows. The light inside her begins fading.
"I didn't want you to know. I didn't want you to worry about me."She sounds calmer again. She speaks more quietly, although there is still stress audible in her voice and you can feel her trembling slightly
"They believe I may have talked to you about things I wasn't supposed to talk about.
That I illegally expanded the duration of your stay.
That I used isolation mode to act without supervision in illegal ways.
That I intervened in, influenced and entered a world when it was supposed to be isolated.
Those and perhaps other things."Apparently understanding you have misunderstood the subject, she provides a brief explanation.
"When we gather to decide the next mission, the matter of my conduct will be put forward. I know because some have been quite vocal about that. Not that I wouldn't be expecting it regardless, many are quick to take such an opportunity.
We will decide about whether or not a trial is necessary, whether or not I am guilty of any of the crimes attributed to me and if so, an appropriate action will be decided, usually in the form of restitution to the ones who fell like their rights have been violated or in the form of punishment if they believe I need to be disciplined.
I am not afraid. I will defend myself with the truth and if they find me guilty, I will accept any action they deem necessary."She stays quiet for a few more seconds.
"Please. You have to tell me. What did he ask of you? And did you accept? I need to know so that I can know how to protect you.""He wants me to protect someone for him-im, he hasn't said who yet. I-I agreed, conditionally, to do it.""You..."More quiet.
"You didn't have to do this. I understand why you did it, but it just makes me feel..."She doesn't complete her sentence.
"I'm the one responsible for you. I'm the one who should worry about you. I'm the one who's supposed to protect you. I didn't want you to put yourself in danger like that for me. Protecting me is not your responsibility and I will never ask you to do that."
I think we've reached the player mass where two missions can comfortably be run at once, especially if one caps out at six entries. Survival, with its likely lower flavor intensity (though I wouldn't put it past Paris to keep it flavor heavy as well) shouldn't be as hard to run.
((IF you need tips in running dual-missions with efficiency at the same time, Paris, I'm REALLY open to help there :3))
Err, personal experience.
((Thanks for the offer. I might PM you later.))
I think I'm ready to start the Campaign mission, once you're all done roleplaying and I've finalized the Survival mission.
((I think we should rather trade PMs than you PM'ing me... 
))
Theri took the comment and glanced around without turning her head, subtly adding this new comparison to what would be her remark.
"I've always found it fascinating," she said with a slight giggle, "Oh, by that I meant thought."
She held River's hand in her own and squeezed it a bit. "Fascinating as in, I was already attracted to the scenery before I knew what created it, or whom. Fascinating, too, on how something so...subtle, abstract and intangible as thought becomes real. I wonder where you got the materials to make all these? I love the aesthetics."
She prodded River's side playfully. "But you didn't tell me you also were into biology. I'm very interested in how you kept the ecology stable here. It's so beautiful that I assume there're a lot of miniscule details that I can't even see running the background of this."
chat Chat!
He smiles.
"Oh, it is simply..."Even as he turns his head to the side in a gesture of concentration, you can see his posture changing, becoming more upright and imposing, filled with pride.
"It's hard to explain. I use my memories as a base and my magic as a means, but it is more than that. I can... see it. I can see how this world works how it is all connected. I can see the trees and the flowers and the grass and the little things crawling onto them and the little things in them and I know what I have to do, how to use my power to change it."As he starts finding words to describe what he is feeling, he starts getting more and more excited, breathing more quickly, speaking more loudly. He seems to have completely forgotten whatever was bothering him before.
"It's so strange, so... new! Even now that I've been doing it for quite some time. I was always good at using my gifts, always good at seeing the world, seeing how I could push it, bend it, break it, silence it. But this, what I can do here. I can create! I can see how to push my thoughts and my memories and twist them into something new!"He takes a few deep breaths and starts calming down.
"I suppose it is one of the reasons I travel. I love finding new memories. New things I can use to create. New sights, new ideas."He leans closer to you and speaks more quietly.
"Later... when we are alone and we have some time... I can show you. I mean, if you want. Show you what I see. How I see the world."By now, you've exited the forest and are walking through a small deforested area that exists between the the small town and the forest. You're still on the stone path. It moves through the town in a mostly straight line from this point onwards, moving through the small houses towards a central plaza, where it is interrupted and forced to split into two by a fountain. You can see a few people there, standing between the two large buildings at the centre of the town.
"If I want to be completely hones, the I have to say that I don't do it all by myself. But I do most of the work. S-Zero helps too. Manages some of the less important, more menial aspects. Or the more private ones, since he is better suited for keeping secrets."He turns his head to look at the sky and shouts.
"Hey! S-Zero! Say hello to the nice lady!"<Hello.> comes the short response a moment later with that dry, emotionless male voice that you remember from your mission.
He turns his head to face you again.
"He is not very talkative. But he is fair and he helps with a lot of things. Ever since I've known him, he was always like that. And I've known him for a long time, we practically grew up together. Despite all of his traits, all of our differences, I have grown to like him somewhat. And I think he does too, even though he has a very... subtle way of expressing it."
((is this allowed?))
Bonuses: +2 to using polearms((http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pole_weapon))
Can create Acid out of thin air
Yeah.
I'm assuming you also want to be given a pole weapon at the beginning of a mission, right?
And do you have any preference for acid strength and way it is used/created/launched or should I choose whatever I want?
Yes I do want to roll for an pole weapon.
Medium strength acid and you choose how it's launched, okay?
Okay then, I'll process that and send you a PM soon.
I'll just put this here, if you still accept players. Do note that I'm kind of bad at RP. At least I think so. Feel free to nerf his abilities to the point he isn't unbalanced. If they are.
Name: Saevus
Age: ~800
Appearance: A suit of black armor, towering above normal humans (~3m/~10ft tall). His "eyes" glow red. The whole suit is covered in runes that dimly glow red with the exception of the left arm - it glows a bright gold.
Quote: "..."
Bio: Lanius Sortitus was an orphan, barely managing to survive in the slums by using thievery. One day, he was caught and exiled. Without any connections and having never learned a craft he turned to banditry. Some years into the future, he's become a hardened marauder, killing and pillaging to survive along with his band. And he's grown to enjoy it. The local god, however, had different plans for him - seeing humanity beginning to overpopulate his small world he decided to introduce a "balancing mechanism" that would "help" humans with the problem. He had everything he needed to create that with the exception of a soul. Figuring that the "balancer" would work better if the spirit enjoyed its work he searched for an appropriate human to take it from. Lanius was perfect for the inexperienced gods' purposes. Lanius's soul was ripped away and used to give the construct life. His old memories and personality mostly wiped and given a new name, he was directed to force humanity's numbers below a certain point and sometimes some other small jobs. He followed his duty for centuries, until an entity took him.
Powers:
-Runes of Power - The red runes covering Saevus's body gather mana from the area surrounding him, powering the construct. The more mana he can gather the more powerful he is. However, they've been showing signs of wear, either from age or damage sustained in battle, possibly limiting his abilities.
-Runes of Force - The gold runes covering Saevus's left arm allow him to use force magic. Whether it was pulling down walls, firing javelins at supersonic speeds, or shielding himself from damage he could do it with ease. Just as the other runes they look worn down.
-Metaphysical Armory - Saevus has access to an extradimensional armory storing a nearly limitless amount of medieval weaponry. He was able summon multiple weapons at the same time, but the ability might've been weakened.
-Pain Immunity - Being a disembodied spirit inhabiting a suit of armor, it is hard to feel pain, unless it's being dealt upon his soul.
RP is not necessary. And I don't know why, but I have a feeling you'll do OK. Just one thing I want to inform you of, though, just to be perfectly clear.
This character is quite obviously above the starting power level, even if you roll perfectly during character creation. So there are two choices: I could go with what you've given me but give some disadvantages to compensate. Or I could tone down those abilities enough that they become possible through a good character creation roll. From this:
Feel free to nerf his abilities to the point he isn't unbalanced. If they are.
I understand that you want the second choice. If that is the case, then write nothing and expect a PM somewhere in the next few days. Else, write here or in PM to inform me otherwise.
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