Staging Area
* Toaster distributes hugs to GM
John nodded. "I'm in. And knowing us, we're bad enough at not attracting attention already; I vote we don't bring an entity with us."
((The GM appreciates your hugs.))
<Player 5 is volunteered for the mission, as previously agreed.>"Excellent! I'm counting on you John. Show them what you can do." Charlie says, pointing at you.
John hefted the rifle. "Hey barman! Pull!"
Hopefully skeet shoot new rifle with Rodger.
Rodger pulls a brick out of the fountain and tosses it high up in the air. You pull the trigger and sweep the rifle upwards. You are prepared to track the brick as it goes, but it explodes the moment the beam bursts out of the barrel of your gun with a small explosion of hot air. You release the trigger and the beam stops. The remaining plasma travels for a while longer before dissipating into a glowing cloud and then disappearing completely.
"Well. There goes that joke."This feels really good. You don't have a way to describe this. Using it just feels... right. Like this gun was meant to be fired by you and you alone.
"That's a good piece you've got there. But..."He jumps off the fountain and approaches you.
"Do you have your one liners prepared? You know, maybe you want to show people how bad you are. Maybe you want to kill a big ugly monster. So you stick the gun in their mouth and pump them full of plasma until they explode. And then you say... 'Well, that thing sure made a lot of threats. But in the end it was full of hot air.'." (•_•) / ( •_•)>⌐■-■ / (⌐■_■)Kosak Durar, Mission 7 Briefing:
"If my trainer doesn't have any objections, I'm in."
"That's the spirit, boy! Get there and plant your foot in their butt!" he commends you.
"Much appreciated, Captain.""Don't get friendly on me, boy! You're still an incompetent commie child that can't keep track of his toys. And I don't like that."Charlie just shrugs.
"That's right. What are you going to do now, kid? I'll tell you. Nothing, if you know what's good for you, that's what you're going to do."((Dangit, I'm a face, not a good combat guy.
Ah well, only substantial harm in trying))
Yeah, I'll be voted in.
Well, any mission could involve combat. It could also involve other things. Assault missions are meant to have you working together.
<Your offer is enticing. We accept.>"Good. If your man is half as good as you in his job, I'm sure he'll do fine.""I am "in" as well."
Honora is IN.
"Pffft. Not in those clothes you aren't.""Nice to see some eagerness. But don't let that eagerness turn to stupidity. Do try to come back alive.""I definitely appear to be sufficiently expendable."
In me, in case that wasn't clear.
"I'd be hard pressed to find someone less not expendable." Charlie says with a chuckle.
<Wow. That's kinda cold man.>"No, I meant because he can- Ugh, never mind."<No, I meant I liked it.>"Oh. In that case I think you meant 'cool'."<Nah, just cold.>I would also like to be in.
"Snow! I had a feeling you'd want in on this. You seldom miss these sort of things, right?"<Yes.>"Talkative as always, I see.""I shall join this as well."
Saevus is in. Although, knowing my luck with these sorts of things, he'll probably end up perma-dead.
<If you find this fight suits you, then it shall be yours.>"My favourite tank! Nice to have such a skilled warrior along for the ride! This mission is turning into quite the all star match."<Be sure to work together with John. Cooperate and keep in touch if you lead your own group. That is what you desire as well, correct?><This unit rates Player 5's teamwork skills highly.><Svajoklis, Starting area>
Interdimentional ancient artifacts from planes unknown to both light and dark, Indy, eat your heart out.
I'm in.
"Yeah. I bet you're eager to try out your new toy on something nasty.""I...'m not sure how to feel about this. I thought your guy was some archeologist information gatherer.""And now he has a shotgun. Much more useful than a whip, I would say.""Eh, as long as he can keep himself alive long enough to get some useful intel, he can use hand grenade nunchucks for all I care. That's not the thing that worries me."
"Hey, before you kill me, would you happen to know what time it is?"
Push the dragon off me or block it from attacking me with the branches and keep shooting and charging. If that doesn't work, stab and shoot while charging. Use my will to suppress RMEs and charge faster. If I don't have time to fully charge before he kills me, force myself to detonate early or whatever I did in the 11 of Diamonds mission. My end goal is to go boom, preferably after making a cool one-liner about explosions and time.
You form a defensive wall with your branches and start firing at the dragon. In retrospect, that was probably not such a good idea. Your frenzied shots only manage to heat up his body again. He uses that energy to dig through the defences and burn through the branches. He slams you back in the snow and holds you down, his claw digging into your core. You can feel him trying to suck away the energy building up within you, but you are too pissed off to let him get away with that. You resist his attack, just barely. Some energy slips away, burning the surface of his paw like acid, forming weird symbols.
You feel the urge to release an RME but resist it. It's not pleasant. It's like trying not to sneeze but 100 times worst.
He pushes harder. You feel things being squeezed that are not supposed to be squeezed.
<I think it's time you boys stopped your dick fighting competition. That's what time it is.>He squeezes harder and growls.
<Come on Frosty. Don't ruin our investment just yet. Let him go.>He slaps you away and roars in anger.
Campaign
Get dressed.
Hmm, drink a small shot of Tsar Red Bull, to get rid of this hangover.
Leave the room.
You check your clothes while trying to wear them and find a can of Red Bull. Drinking some of
TRD does make you feel better.
You get out of the room with the half-drunk can still in hand. There's a man who has just finished cooking there.
"So. You're finally awake, are you? After last night I thought it would take a few days for you to get up again."
Alan, Chaotic Silly
As soon as I wake up, begin an enthusiastic dance of vegetables to keep my soul healthy.
((You're still as good at grasping the essence of characters as ever, Parisbre. That makes this game more than worth the wait.))
"I'm going to sing about avocados ear man. What are you going to do about it.""What would prompt you to do something so stupid, sir?""Guacamole."https://youtu.be/AnqPfbb0GlA
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