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[Sir Elventide]

((I love the idea of doll Tyranids.))

"I have the Ace of Spades, it's the best slicer I got. Never tested it against a safe before, but it should work."

You are near the door leading into the Staff Only area. You know there is at least one guard somewhere in there. The guards in the casino floor are still trying to figure out what's going on and struggling against the crowd.

: North access. Code 7. : comes a voice from the radio on one of the guards' belt.

((If Napoleon was a Tyranid, he'd be a combination of a Norn Queen and a Swarmlord. Of course he'll never touch their level, not that he wouldn't try. Fun fact: Napoleon's ability was largely inspired by the Tyranids.))

♚The Doll Prince: A Step Ahead♚


"If it can cut through steel then that's still better than nothing," Napoleon said as he continued to scan the main floor. Though there were security guards on the floor already, they seemed to be confused by the alarm and the panicking patrons. They don't know what's really going on... at least yet. Remembering the door that Jack knocked the guard through, Napoleon figured that they can get into the area and make a run for the vault. They should have about twenty minutes or so before the guards come to where they're currently located and see their unconscious comrades lying on the floor,one of which has possibly fatal cranial damage due to Jack's club.

"North access: Code 7," the radio on one of the guards squawked, causing him to jump slightly. Make that five minutes or so.

"Come, the guards don't know what happened here but they will soon enough," Napoleon said as he used one hand to pick up the radio. Turning down the volume, he clipped it to his pantaloons' waistband. "We can eavesdrop on the guards' communications and act accordingly once inside. Now, let's go find that vault!"

Napoleon, the fat doll, and Jack will enter the staff-only area. At the first junction they arrived to, Napoleon will leave a few knee-length dolls there, taking care to making them blend in with the color of the walls. These dolls will ambush any guards that enter the area, beating them up or at the very least stalling them so that the two men can find the vault. The fat doll will be used to take down any guards already present in the area.

[Parisbre56]

((Edit: Does anyone know why I can't change my profile picture? When I go to my "Modify Profile" to paste a new avatar URL, I save it, but then it reverts back to "No avatar" when the next page loads. It consistently does this even when I choose "Select avatar URL" and put in a valid URL.))

((The forum doesn't like https avatars for some reason (probably some very old, very strict validation script). Try changing it to http and it should work. That's how I solved it anyway.))

[Lenglon]

I failed to expand properly on a few of my last actions:

Irine's perspective on what Fire is:
A rapid exothermic chemical chain reaction oxidizing materials using the oxygen in the air and releasing large amounts of light and heat. The desire and drive to cause change, for things to change to be better. The purification of something though burning away all else, or reducing it all to the same basic components. It's the energy to take action. The burning away of shadows and fear. the purification of food through cooking and fire. in short: fire is heat/purification/change.

She'll want to compare that to the Sword's perspective of fire.

regarding Creation, she's going to not so much try to access that as herself as she accesses it as her old self if that makes sense. she suspects that though she doesn't really have a Creation link, She should have once had one, and if she can get back into her old mindset as much as possible from THAT standpoint she might be able to do it, from the perspective of the creator of the stars, her moon, and the gates between worlds.

One should note that Irine does not actually have any regard whatsoever for Laws as such, she has her own set of goals, rules, sense of justice, etc. She has a respect for systems, complexity, free will, and unpredictability. But those have nothing to do with anyone or anything but herself. She has a respect for natural law I suppose, and in a sense her self-rules could count as divine law? and she prefers openness and honesty... but she really doesn't care whatsoever about national law. just... putting that out there. From her perspective it quite simply doesn't apply to her.

Irine isn't so much trying to gauge her strength compared to the sword, as to get a feel for just how strong the sword and herself actually are. Compared to, say, the sword's memories of other fire-users, and how strong it would estimate they are compared to what they might encounter.
now for new stuff:

What is using order magic like compared to her own innate fire-realated abilites? is it still an extention of herself or is it actually a different sensation? Is she casting something or is she manipulating something?

and now for the really complicated one:
Can I shapeshift something other than myself? Normally it's a hard-coded ability but with how everything has broadened in scope and flexability it might be a thing... DO NOT TEST ON PEOPLE.

[Harry Baldman]

Campaign, Ike!

"All right, so actually getting to the Leviathan's lair would probably take too much time out of our itinerary plus it's also way too far away. We're gonna need to commandeer a well in that case. And also find a Dark wizzard of some kind to help us out."

"Also we're about to be clocked by that scout flier unless somebody with magnificent fire, crystal or miscellaneous artillery powers wants to shoot it down before it makes us, so take that under advisement."

Maybe somebody in our warband can shoot down that flier, ask around.

Also, consult the memoripedia about where we'd be able to find some Wizzards of Darkness.

Participate in the scouting thing, I'd probably be pretty okay at it.

Finally, get this caravan train rolling at the soonest opportunity. Eastward, to victory!

[NAV]

"We have a glider at twelve o'clock! Canon ready, archers ready, slingers ready! Hold fire until I say. Lune, prep the crossbow, standard bolts."

Brace a signaller on the ground like a mortar and tsar it. Try again if the results are underwhelming. Aim slightly ahead of the glider. Wait for it to come a bit closer. Fire! Hoping to either score a lucky hit or blind its pilot with the ultra bright tsar flare.

On the off chance the braced signaler becomes too large for me to handle myself, try using an innovative recruit-based tripod system.

"Irene, Zech, you're welcome to use this fire and its light to power your magic."


Which birds were we recently ambushed by? Those were monsterbirds, right? Use their talons for armour spikes.

[Lenglon]

"We have a glider at twelve o'clock! Canon ready, archers ready, slingers ready! Hold fire until I say. Lune, prep the crossbow, standard bolts."

Brace a signaller on the ground like a mortar and tsar it. Aim slightly ahead of the glider. Fire! Hoping to either score a lucky hit or blind its pilot with the ultra bright tsar flare.

"Irene, Zech, you're welcome to use this fire and its light to power your magic."


Which birds were we recently ambushed by? Those were monsterbirds, right? Use their talons for armour spikes.

<Okay...>
Flare the flare when it nears the glider, in a signifigant sort of way.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Zechariah to Nikolai, Irine: <I'm not sure if I can extend my powers to that range, but I will try.>

Try forming crystals from the flare's light into a sort of crystal grenade. Let it build for a bit, and then launch it at the glider. Try to bring down the glider without killing whoever is in there. If we are successful, then locate the crashed glider.

[Sir Elventide]

((Edit: Does anyone know why I can't change my profile picture? When I go to my "Modify Profile" to paste a new avatar URL, I save it, but then it reverts back to "No avatar" when the next page loads. It consistently does this even when I choose "Select avatar URL" and put in a valid URL.))

((The forum doesn't like https avatars for some reason (probably some very old, very strict validation script). Try changing it to http and it should work. That's how I solved it anyway.))

It's also likely due to the fact that the image is linked to a secured site, hence the 's' at the end of 'http', and the script is probably rejecting it for that reason.

[DarkArtemisFowl]

((Edit: Does anyone know why I can't change my profile picture? When I go to my "Modify Profile" to paste a new avatar URL, I save it, but then it reverts back to "No avatar" when the next page loads. It consistently does this even when I choose "Select avatar URL" and put in a valid URL.))

((The forum doesn't like https avatars for some reason (probably some very old, very strict validation script). Try changing it to http and it should work. That's how I solved it anyway.))

It's also likely due to the fact that the image is linked to a secured site, hence the 's' at the end of 'http', and the script is probably rejecting it for that reason.

((Yes, that seemed to be the problem. It's fixed now, thank you!))

[DreamerGhost]

<Svajoklis, Maximus>

Fire a shot at where the bot pilot might be from what I remember of his direction and speed. Then see if there are any cables or something to help Kosac get back on the ground.

[Zormod]

Brian Hoss, Maximus: Central Fore Way Station
Is John good to go, or should I bring him to the medbay?

[Toaster]

John, Inside the Maximus

"I'll be fine!  I just need to get a real weapon!"

Seriously, while the target is distracted, let's get those focusing lenses for this laser.  Melt him the second he attacks again.

[Egan_BW]

*puts on WORLDBUILDING cap*

Alright, so Fe is a twentysomething human-ish (looks human, internal organs are arranged slightly differently) from a "world" consisting of a bunch of barren rocks chained together, orbiting a stormy gas giant. Gravity on the rocks is present, but inconsistent, and there's no air. Fe's younger sister had worked up a large gambling debt to a weird psychic giant maggot thing, and Fe has agreed to help pay it off. Part of this deal involves the brain-slug thing, which keeps track of her location and thoughts, for security.

[Parisbre56]

Alright, now comes the fun part!- Oh, when I feel more like it. Think I will be called Fe, though. And dark purple hair, because... purple is a good color.

((YouGottaHaveBlueHair

I'd written a short intro but I think I should rewrite it in light of your more recent post. Next turn.))

((I love the idea of doll Tyranids.))

"I have the Ace of Spades, it's the best slicer I got. Never tested it against a safe before, but it should work."

You are near the door leading into the Staff Only area. You know there is at least one guard somewhere in there. The guards in the casino floor are still trying to figure out what's going on and struggling against the crowd.

: North access. Code 7. : comes a voice from the radio on one of the guards' belt.

((If Napoleon was a Tyranid, he'd be a combination of a Norn Queen and a Swarmlord. Of course he'll never touch their level, not that he wouldn't try. Fun fact: Napoleon's ability was largely inspired by the Tyranids.))

♚The Doll Prince: A Step Ahead♚

"If it can cut through steel then that's still better than nothing," Napoleon said as he continued to scan the main floor. Though there were security guards on the floor already, they seemed to be confused by the alarm and the panicking patrons. They don't know what's really going on... at least yet. Remembering the door that Jack knocked the guard through, Napoleon figured that they can get into the area and make a run for the vault. They should have about twenty minutes or so before the guards come to where they're currently located and see their unconscious comrades lying on the floor,one of which has possibly fatal cranial damage due to Jack's club.

"North access: Code 7," the radio on one of the guards squawked, causing him to jump slightly. Make that five minutes or so.

"Come, the guards don't know what happened here but they will soon enough," Napoleon said as he used one hand to pick up the radio. Turning down the volume, he clipped it to his pantaloons' waistband. "We can eavesdrop on the guards' communications and act accordingly once inside. Now, let's go find that vault!"

Napoleon, the fat doll, and Jack will enter the staff-only area. At the first junction they arrived to, Napoleon will leave a few knee-length dolls there, taking care to making them blend in with the color of the walls. These dolls will ambush any guards that enter the area, beating them up or at the very least stalling them so that the two men can find the vault. The fat doll will be used to take down any guards already present in the area.

You enter the staff only area and leave a few knee-high troublemakers to watch your back.

The fat doll is not as fast as you'd like, being more focused on being massive than on anything else (you weren't really planning that far ahead when you summoned it). You reach the hallway with the security door which now has a very alert security guard.
"Hey! You weirdos stay where you are!" he shouts as he sees you approach, reaching for his gun.
You and Jack immediately take cover. You direct the doll to charge while Jack gets a card ready. The guard is quicker than the doll, getting off several shots before it can reach him. He hits it center of mass with the first two, the head with the next. Professional aiming.
Jack throws the 9 of clubs at the guard. The card shines and disappears as it hits him but he doesn't even notice the strike.
When he sees how little the doll's been affected, he targets its leg next, tearing it to pieces with three more shots. Your ears are not pleased with such loud noises in such a confined space.
Jack throws the 10 of clubs at the guard. The card hits him straight in the head, knocking him back. While he tries to regain his bearings, Jack runs towards him.

Kosak Durar:

"Ow! Wait, where'd you go?!"

Um... Dwarf Fortress night vision from the previous mission?

Well, night vision can't do anything against active camouflage. That and a mild concussion prevent you from seeing your target.

Brian Hoss, Maximus: Central Fore Way Station
Is John good to go, or should I bring him to the medbay?

He probably won't bleed to death anytime soon but his arm is still unusable and still hurts like hell. You don't think you have anything that can heal him quickly. You'll have to take him to the medbay if he wants to regain use of his hand.

John, Inside the Maximus

"I'll be fine!  I just need to get a real weapon!"

Seriously, while the target is distracted, let's get those focusing lenses for this laser.  Melt him the second he attacks again.

You summon the focusing lenses and scan the area for targets. You can't see anything.

<Svajoklis, Maximus>

Fire a shot at where the bot pilot might be from what I remember of his direction and speed. Then see if there are any cables or something to help Kosac get back on the ground.

You make a quick calculation about where your target most likely is and fire a shot. You don't see the shell impact anything. You don't know if you missed or if it's camouflage is hiding the results of the shot.

Regardless, you can't see any activity around it, so you find a long cable and go fish Kosak. He's not making it easy, blindly punching the air and yelling about space ghosts. You manage to pull him back after he calms down somewhat.

[Egan_BW]

Alright, now comes the fun part!- Oh, when I feel more like it. Think I will be called Fe, though. And dark purple hair, because... purple is a good color.

((YouGottaHaveBlueHair

I'd written a short intro but I think I should rewrite it in light of your more recent post. Next turn.))

Haha, sorry. I may have procrastinated on that.
Now because I have to wait till next turn, I shall amuse myself with a pointless action! Ahaha!

Look at the pretty... frogs? I'm pretty sure there are frogs here. In this place. Where I am.