Evil RoyEvil Roy's appendages vaguely quiver at this acquisition.
Ineffably compliment the acquisitions of my fellows, then obtain another WEAPON and also a WEARABLE for my other 2 tokens. Wonder if rough equivalent of high school education is sufficient to create Reaver ammo. Could I, for instance, fill an appropriate syringe with 96% ethanol and call it a day?
[3] Evil Roy examines his crossbow and its ammunition in more detail. Though an ethanol-filled syringe should be easy enough to produce, it would likely not be quite that potent given the small quantities involved. He imagines it might do as a disorienting, highly-volatile poison ammo type in a pinch. Of course, he'd have to find a lab and materials first.
Turning his attention back to the Fabricator, Evil Roy punches in 'Weapon'. The machine thinks and rumbles.
[14 - Short Sword] It begins to hiss with steam.
[2 - Two Effects] Lightning arcs on its surface.
[Intensify] [Bear] A short, broad-bladed shortsword falls into his extermities. It has a fur-clad hilt and a pommel and guards of dull gold, with a blade that seems to buzz when touched. Roy looks up for the description.
This tech-sword from the uplifted Ursidae Clans seems deceptively simple, but the Amplifier Generator built into the blade is a scientific marvel. When this weapon strikes flesh, the Generator kicks in, hyper-charging the bodily and mental conditions affecting the target. Those bleeding out will bleed out faster, those drugged will reach higher highs, those burning will burst out in even more flames. Its steep price and secretive creators have kept it out of reach by most, but these babies are sought after both by brutal warriors and junkies who feel a little self-wounding is nothing compared to amplifying the effects of their next hit. The Amplifier can also be used on electronics and machines, though it's not exactly a precision tool. The hilt is wrapped in real bear fur from the creator of this particular piece - a somewhat icky mark of quality.
Damage: 5
Traits:
+Amplifier [A hit on an unprotected target amplifies all effects, beneficial and harmful, currently on that target, making them hit harder and last longer. A hit on a shielded target supercharges that shield, possibly overloading it. May also be used on machines like power generators... carefully.]
Putting that aside for a second, Evil Roy smashes in 'Wearable'. The machine beeps and pings happily.
[5 - Handwear] [1 - One Effect] Something begins to materialize.
[Demonic] There's a bang and the air is rife with the smell of sulfur and the distant screams of tortured souls. The air seems to ripple and twist, as if something is trying to break through. Then a pair of gloves fall to the floor.
Evil Roy reaches for them and
[3] lets loose a displeased sound as something snaps at his appendages. The gloves appear to be covered in tiny, shifting mouths full of sharp, bloody teeth. Occasionally, a maddened, bloodshot eye pops in from the flesh-colored - let's be honest, it probably is flesh - surface of the gloves. There's a low sound from the mouths like panicked whispering.
The inside of the gloves does not seem to contain mouths, so they should be safe to put on. Still, he looks up to see the description.
'Torment of Souls Chic', as the Infernal Fashionista, Maelocht the Blue, always called his works, these gloves are what passes for style in the fiery down under. Woven from the flesh and souls of screaming mortals, these Gloves bite and gnaw on anything they can get their little mouths on. Though a nasty surprise when shaking hands, the mouths do much more; when biting into flesh, they can try to steal memories, secrets or bits of the target's soul, which they then whisper onwards - though making sense of those whispers is another thing entirely.
Evil Roy reads the last few sentences and looks at where the little bastard tried to bite him, but, thankfully, it does not appear to have broken the... skin? Outer shell? Purpleness?
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Status: Evil. Purplish?
HP: 30/30
Possessions: -
'Reaver' Powered Crossbow [Damage 4/
Close-Ranged I,
Stunning +1, Special Ammo/Sadistic, Mind-Altering]
-
Ursus Amplifier Sword [Damage 5/Amplifier/Bear, Intensify]
-Maelocht's Gloves [
Soulgnawer]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Crit clicks happily to the generous machine. Then they go to follow around Vasillik.
"WONDERFUL! What is the code to your control console, and where is this console located?!?!"
Wander over to the fabricator, dramatically insert tokens and punch in WEAPON, PROTECTION, WEARABLE.
Lux is happy to answer.
'The code is 4400A! But don't tell the General I told you that! Or maybe you should. I don't know what'd happen!' she says.
'The AI Core, where my console is located, is under the Bridge! That's the only way in, I'm afraid. That, and the maintenance tunnels. Don't you love secrets?'Vissilik moves over to the Fabricator and gets to work. 'Weapon' seems like a good thing to start with,
[14 - Short Sword] and the machine obediently begins its process.
[1 - One Effect] [Wolf] There's a hiss of cold woodland air and Vissilik finds himself holding an unadorned, grey-bladed sword. He looks up for the description.
Greyfang is a weapon of the long-dead Wolfblooded, and possesses a tangible hunter's aura that drives any wielder forward seeking the thrill of the kill. With these unassuming swords, the Wolfblooded sought to make brave warriors out of even the most craven members of their clan. Unfortunately, bravery is not a replacement for skill, and the power of the weapon has led many young fools into reckless deaths. The blade is sharp, though of primitive make.
Damage: 2
Traits:
+Tearing II [+2 Damage against unprotected targets]
+Inspiring [+1 to user's Combat Rolls]
Vissilik then moves onto 'Protection'.
[2 - Two Effects] The machine rumbles and shudders.
[Servant] [Intelligence] There's a 'zzzap' and Vissilik finds himself staring at a buzzing white drone that begins to scan around them with loud beeping. He catches the text on the screens behind it.
This advanced assistant drone excels both in organization, logical processing and 'threat management'. It prefers to attach itself to its master, where it can project a rudimentary protective shield when needed, but it's true abilities lay in rapid scans of anyone or anything its master wishes, potentially revealing weaknesses and giving targeting solutions to deal with them more effectively. The Gordion is also a potent personal assistant that may do the boring scheduling and reading parts of an Important Person's life, all without demanding a single cent unlike flesh-and-blood employees.
Shield Damage Reduction: -2
Traits:
+Combat Scanning [May perform scan of any target in range, providing Accuracy bonuses and intel against them. Cannot be used when shield is active.]
True to form, the happily beeping Gordion attempts to find a place on Vissilik's shoulders to settle onto, like some pet bird. For his last Token, Vissilik decides to go for Wearable. The Fabricator gives out a blurt of binary and a drawn-out 'ping!', and
[1 - Headwear] something falls straight onto his head from nowhere.
[4 - Four Effects] [Poison] [Launcher] [Money] [Capitalist] He reads the description.
A surreptitious tool in a favorite pastime of the ultra-rich in the Neo-American Empire of the 2080s, this fashionable, if rather vividly green, tophat launches poisoned dollar bills into the air, to be picked up by the unsuspecting, greedy poor and then die for their efforts for the amusement of the players. Some players enjoyed giving out such money to charities, though in the bloody Revolution of 2091, many of these robber barons were executed by pouring their own Green Hats (and Gloves, and Canes, and Shoes, etc.) down their throats. The game and the Hats have since fallen out of favor, being rather frowned upon in polite society.
Well, it is stylish, there is no denying that.
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Status: Genial.
HP: 30/30
Possessions:-
Greyfang [Damage 2/
Tearing II,
Inspiring/Wolf]
-
Gordion Personal Drone [Shield DR:-2/Combat Scanning/Servant, Intelligence]
-The Green Hat [Can shoot out poisoned money. Stylish.]
0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
Status: Obsolete.
HP: 30/30
Possessions:
+Mega Seeds
+SGP Glue
+Last Resort Explosive Digger
+0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
"A bare bones, if effective, implement. Now if only this came in another size..."
let's go with Other Equipment.
Speaks decides Other Equipment is in order.
[2 - Two Effects] [Teleporting] [Terror] The machine hums and drops a small, wrist-mounted watch-like object in his grip. It appears to have a pointing antenna-thing and a single black, skull-marked button. He reads the text.
The Terrorporter is a rare and potent tool which quite simply teleports its targets away to face their greatest fear. The teleport lasts for a few moments, allowing the victims to usually return unharmed if thoroughly terrified (sometimes, though, both harmed and terrified). Effectiveness decreases when target does not know their greatest fear, when greatest fear does not exist in this universe, when target knows no fear, etc. The device must be recharged after each use.
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Status: Gnarly.
HP: 30/30
Possessions:-
Tooth Gun [Damage 3/
Precise, Special Ammo/Teeth]
-The Terrorporter [
Terror Port]
-Dazzle Suit (Variant IX) [Unuseable.]
-0 Fabricator Tokens
Traits: None
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I swear, I'm not giving Evil Roy all these evil things on purpose, they just keep coming.
I wrote most of this post while heavily sleep-deprived plus touchpad fuckery wiped half of the post out twice. But onwards anyway! London will arrive at the Teleporter Deck when the majority of the team do.
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