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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2055 on: March 21, 2017, 10:51:15 pm »

Assess my level of tiredness.

If I'm not feeling too exhausted, head to the kitchen. If I am pretty beat, go claim a room and hole up in there for a nap.
Either way, congratulate myself on managing to stay out of danger on my first real mission.


"Maybe this job isn't so bad after all, if you're smart about it," Thrips mumbles to himself under his breath.
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2056 on: March 22, 2017, 01:15:11 am »

...this missions objective was not worth all this loss.))
((How would you know that? If I understand the objective correctly then its probably worth more than the lives of the two teams sent after it, calous as that seems to say.))
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2057 on: March 22, 2017, 06:34:57 am »

Mission Briefing will be this evening.

Find the quatermaster

Hey when I got brought here I had some sharkskin clothes could I get that or is there a way to get some clothes that dont drag in the water as much as this loincloth

(I assume that new arrivals just get given some cheap crap clothes)
You get your sharksin back, no problem. It's even in good condition.

Evelyn wants to play with a ball of yarn.
(3) You requisition some yarn from the QM. It comes on a spool. You'll have to wind it into a ball yourself.

Go claim a room and go check out the others around the housing area
You grab a room, and wander the corridors. You don't encounter anything particularly interesting. There'sa n oddly colored mold on one of the walls, but that's rather boring.

Quartermaster! Gakh'xabnkkvn demands a knife!
"Come back with a mission chit, and we'll get you a knife. DO you have any preferences on the kind of knife?"

"Query: Okay, from those ideas, elaborate on the 'sanity drive' and the 'seed of carnage' for this one, if you would. Also, if you gentlegnomes know have anything that synergizes well with this one's clockwork magic, this one would like to hear about that as well. "

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The sanity drive is very simple.
Nothing to it at all, really.
Child's play!
You see, we simply link your core to a very strong power source
Tons of energy!
Megatons! Gigatons
The chances of backfire are minimal
It's not even a particularly HOT star, after all.

The seed of carnage is pretty much as it sounds. We craft a Core for you and install it, oh, in your torso. You will fed one fragment into the Core at a time. the fragment will build in power as you act, and especially as you act magically.
And then Kablooie!
Shush you!
When you release the power of the fragment, you unleash a wave of destructive force all around you.
Small chance that your body outside the Core will be annihilated in the ensuing destruction.
The exact nature of the blast is uncertain. Could be physical, could be mental, could be something else.
Yeah, but the bloodshed from the last one was very exciting!

Ah, too bad. I'll probably take a break until next mission and figure a character out in the meantime. Good thing I wasn't overly attached to her, although it stings a bit to have to start from the beginning.

It probably won't be Ebony's secret identical twin

Edit: Talked with Emp a bit, considering doing something like a sentient slime-person
that would be an interesting character. Try not to get stepped in too much :P

Assess my level of tiredness.

If I'm not feeling too exhausted, head to the kitchen. If I am pretty beat, go claim a room and hole up in there for a nap.
Either way, congratulate myself on managing to stay out of danger on my first real mission.


"Maybe this job isn't so bad after all, if you're smart about it," Thrips mumbles to himself under his breath.
You've had time to rest, so off you go to the kitchens. "I'm pretty great, after all." You proclaim quietly, a slight strut in your step.

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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2058 on: March 22, 2017, 02:26:41 pm »

Okay, fine, wind it into a ball.
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2059 on: March 22, 2017, 02:30:45 pm »

Poke the mold
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2060 on: March 22, 2017, 05:47:46 pm »

You all are gathered into the meeting hall above the cafeteria a small, weaselly looking fellow with bad hygiene and filthy clothing takes the stage. He ignores the podium and stands, slightly slouched, hands in his pockets, and eyes the lot of you - the spiderthing doing the knitting, the guy with mold on his finger, the half broken Construct surrounded by Gnomes, the sharkthing, the baker's assistant  ... He does not look impressed.

We~eellll. He says, after a time.
Guess you guys are it, then.

I've seen worse.

An officers walks up to him, and hands him a sheaf of papers, which he tosses onto the podium. A couple of the sheets fall onto the stage and are ignored. The officer leaves by the side door through which she came in.

We got a situation, see? trouble brewing, mkay? So we need to stamp down before this little cinder becomes a con-fla-grashun.

So, here's the thing. Bassoom City. It's a biggun' and real important-like, or so they say. Got a harbor and some really big roads going in and out. Lots of people from all over the Kingdom, and lots of people from other places, too. So, you know it's gonna be a real mess already. Cities usually are.

Problem is, this one, the mess is getting a little big. taking on a life of it's own, see? Making trouble. Organizing.
Someone real important got offed. Can't have that kind of thing. Oh, a response has been sent, that's not for you lot. But it drew the attention of the Queen, and She wants a little housekeeping done, 'kay?

So the thing is, we've settled on a mark. Not the biggest fish in the barrel, but a right ugly one, innit?

And the right bastard uses the least and lowest to do his bidding. So we're gonna help those weak and low ones. We're on a charity mission, right? A charity mission of murder.

He seems to think this is hilarious, and he laughs for thirty seconds, slapping his knee and doubling over. if you haven't already, you are beginning to doubt that this guy is anything more than another loopy inmate, impersonating an officer.

So we gotta go in, get cozy with this bastard, make all nice, and then POW! D. E. D. Dead. Right?

Questions?

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« Reply #2061 on: March 22, 2017, 06:18:52 pm »

"That did not sound very much like a detailed mission briefing. Would you mind handing over those papers? Including the ones you dropped."
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2062 on: March 22, 2017, 06:29:57 pm »

In response to the quartermaster:
"Bah, I was told you give out basic shit for free. Fine, I'll come back with a coin chit whatever the fuck."

In response to the briefing:
Gak shrugs, his expression mostly neutral. "Gimme a face."
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2063 on: March 22, 2017, 06:47:19 pm »

Clunkers does his best to give the gnomes a dissaproving stare, as much as someone without a face can do.

"Statement: Allright, both of those options sound, frankly, like terrible ideas. However, tell this one about how small the chance is for the seed of carnage to melt this one's body upon use. And what exactly is the point of the sanity drive anyway? Just extra power?

Query: And this one asks again, do you have anything that is particularely synergetic with this one's clockwork magic?

Musing: This one also toyed with the idea of a second, empty core, where this one would somehow absorb magical energies and the life force of living things to fuel this one's magic."


Keep conversing with gnomes.

Also, can I just take the same specialisation twice, to make it stronger? Like, "clowkwork magic II"?
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« Reply #2064 on: March 22, 2017, 06:47:42 pm »

"So we help poor people murder other poor people and butcher the cause of trouble....good, I think my master shall be sated with the blood of those I kill, yes....we'll sees the gifts I can recieve or not."
Rolland smiles as he licks his lips, almost giddy with glee
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Re: Omega Legion
« Reply #2065 on: March 22, 2017, 06:54:38 pm »

You all are gathered into the meeting hall above the cafeteria a small, weaselly looking fellow with bad hygiene and filthy clothing takes the stage. He ignores the podium and stands, slightly slouched, hands in his pockets, and eyes the lot of you - the spiderthing doing the knitting, the guy with mold on his finger, the half broken Construct surrounded by Gnomes, the sharkthing, the baker's assistant  ... He does not look impressed.

We~eellll. He says, after a time.
Guess you guys are it, then.

I've seen worse.

An officers walks up to him, and hands him a sheaf of papers, which he tosses onto the podium. A couple of the sheets fall onto the stage and are ignored. The officer leaves by the side door through which she came in.

We got a situation, see? trouble brewing, mkay? So we need to stamp down before this little cinder becomes a con-fla-grashun.

So, here's the thing. Bassoom City. It's a biggun' and real important-like, or so they say. Got a harbor and some really big roads going in and out. Lots of people from all over the Kingdom, and lots of people from other places, too. So, you know it's gonna be a real mess already. Cities usually are.

Problem is, this one, the mess is getting a little big. taking on a life of it's own, see? Making trouble. Organizing.
Someone real important got offed. Can't have that kind of thing. Oh, a response has been sent, that's not for you lot. But it drew the attention of the Queen, and She wants a little housekeeping done, 'kay?

So the thing is, we've settled on a mark. Not the biggest fish in the barrel, but a right ugly one, innit?

And the right bastard uses the least and lowest to do his bidding. So we're gonna help those weak and low ones. We're on a charity mission, right? A charity mission of murder.

He seems to think this is hilarious, and he laughs for thirty seconds, slapping his knee and doubling over. if you haven't already, you are beginning to doubt that this guy is anything more than another loopy inmate, impersonating an officer.

So we gotta go in, get cozy with this bastard, make all nice, and then POW! D. E. D. Dead. Right?

Questions?

Are you really an officer gone mad or are you just a nutcase?
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« Reply #2066 on: March 22, 2017, 09:22:12 pm »

Pas'qet beams up at the speaker. "And mmkay to you, mister. No questions, I just only wish to apprecify opportunity to serve the beloaved Questling truthfully and with great digilantism. Yes, sure will see to it that your cozy bastlard is housekept, no further questings needed to be axing. My beak is of yours. Sir, yesofsirsirm'aamsirofyessirindeedy, sir."
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« Reply #2067 on: March 23, 2017, 02:51:01 am »

Thrips stared about at the wild cast of characters surrounding him, clamouring for attention, then turned back to rigidly face the officer whilst doing his best to stifle a shudder and keep an expression of horror from his face. He'd thought the last bunch were weird enough, but this lot seemed somehow even more bloodthirsty. The word 'murder' was being tossed about a worrisome amount and with more than a little enthusiasm.   
The robot had seemed fairly dependable last time, but he was no expert on such creatures and had no idea how being so heavily-damaged and pieced together would affect its temperament. He remembered one of his old co-workers whose head the master baker had 'accidentally' slammed an oven door on... the boy lived, but was rather odd after that experience.

He didn't particularly want to ask any questions, but as everyone else spoke up at once Thrips somehow felt uncomfortable being the only one not to. He envisaged these lunatics going berserk and tearing him apart after somehow taking offence to his quiet reticence.

So, he hesitantly raised a hand, signifying his urge to ask a question.
"Erm, this city, would you says it's bigger'n that other place what I been sent to, that ah, umm, On-Gem-ia place or what's-it-called?"
Wait for a lull in the chatter, then raise my hand and ask for a comparison between Bassoom's size and that of Om'Genia.
Just for something to say, mostly. Try and position myself so I'm not completely surrounded by these weirdos, and keep an eye on them.
   
« Last Edit: March 23, 2017, 02:54:17 am by Yoink »
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« Reply #2068 on: March 23, 2017, 03:07:14 am »

"Ow yay. Killing low scum plebs. My favourite thing."
I seem very on board.
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« Reply #2069 on: March 23, 2017, 06:41:05 am »

"Ow yay. Killing low scum plebs. My favourite thing."
I seem very on board.
Pas'qet beams up at the speaker. "And mmkay to you, mister. No questions, I just only wish to apprecify opportunity to serve the beloaved Questling truthfully and with great digilantism. Yes, sure will see to it that your cozy bastlard is housekept, no further questings needed to be axing. My beak is of yours. Sir, yesofsirsirm'aamsirofyessirindeedy, sir."
"So we help poor people murder other poor people and butcher the cause of trouble....good, I think my master shall be sated with the blood of those I kill, yes....we'll sees the gifts I can recieve or not."
Rolland smiles as he licks his lips, almost giddy with glee
In response to the quartermaster:
"Bah, I was told you give out basic shit for free. Fine, I'll come back with a coin chit whatever the fuck."

In response to the briefing:
Gak shrugs, his expression mostly neutral. "Gimme a face."
"That's the spirit, lads! Right in the eye! Go get you some equipment. Nothing fancy. We'll be playing the part of lowlifes, dig? gotta look the part, ye scoundrels."

Are you really an officer gone mad or are you just a nutcase?
"hah! ha haha hah! Good 'un, lad. Mebbe I am, mebbe I amn't. Might think of me as a Specialist, or sumfin. Bit of an Ace up the sleeve, as it were. bUt either way, I'll be er contact in Bssoom, right? So get used ta me.

"That did not sound very much like a detailed mission briefing. Would you mind handing over those papers? Including the ones you dropped."
"Ah? Not what yer use ta, eh, miss? NAh, it's true enough. It weren't thorough. Here, I'll expound a bit: The man we're after in particular is one Jacob Carmello, goes by Jack the Knife, Jakie Two Fist, The Butcher, Johnny Carmello, and the Dirty King. Among others, I'm sure. He's a cunning, ruthles man, skilled in brawling, fast with a blade, and deadly from the shadows. For, you see, I misspoke when I said he's a 'man.' He's a shadeling. They thrive in the shadows and move almost surpernatuirally through dark places. Tend to live unnergroun' on account a' they don' like the light.

ol' Jakie, he's got him a band of ruthless types. Some mobsters, some lesser gnagsters, some from elsewhere. Seems he's got connections in the underworlds, right? We'll be targeting a few of his strongmen too, ain't we? Gotta thin the herd, innit?

Why do we care about some lowlife? Well, we don't, but the Queen her Majesty do, and we care 'bout what the Queen care 'bout. Sumthin' about smuggling and slaving. Ah, right, that brings me back to the point - Bassoom City has a lot of street kids, especially where we're goin'. The Queen Her Majesty has been building missions and organizations for the kiddos - get 'em off the streets, make 'em inta families and stuff. Give 'em jobs an' all. Ol' Jacko, he be interferin,' see? so we kill 'im.

Now, how we goin' about it? Well, we gonna go in lke a gang with a trade to offer. we got some goods, and want some goods, on the down low, innit? We gots some crates of rare, specialty tings an the like. Gotta have a local connection to sell 'em through. Jacko's got some competition, so we can go to them, or get word out that we're lookin for buyers. Ought ta generate some interest. If we don' get in direct-like with Jacko's lot, we'll get in with someone else, and work the streets til we fin' what we're after.

that's the plan, 'least. But, you know how plans go, specially round these parts.

anyway, you wanna look at dem papers, you go right ahead. Ain't got nuffin intresting to me on 'em.


Thrips stared about at the wild cast of characters surrounding him, clamouring for attention, then turned back to rigidly face the officer whilst doing his best to stifle a shudder and keep an expression of horror from his face. He'd thought the last bunch were weird enough, but this lot seemed somehow even more bloodthirsty. The word 'murder' was being tossed about a worrisome amount and with more than a little enthusiasm.   
The robot had seemed fairly dependable last time, but he was no expert on such creatures and had no idea how being so heavily-damaged and pieced together would affect its temperament. He remembered one of his old co-workers whose head the master baker had 'accidentally' slammed an oven door on... the boy lived, but was rather odd after that experience.

He didn't particularly want to ask any questions, but as everyone else spoke up at once Thrips somehow felt uncomfortable being the only one not to. He envisaged these lunatics going berserk and tearing him apart after somehow taking offence to his quiet reticence.

So, he hesitantly raised a hand, signifying his urge to ask a question.
"Erm, this city, would you says it's bigger'n that other place what I been sent to, that ah, umm, On-Gem-ia place or what's-it-called?"
Wait for a lull in the chatter, then raise my hand and ask for a comparison between Bassoom's size and that of Om'Genia.
Just for something to say, mostly. Try and position myself so I'm not completely surrounded by these weirdos, and keep an eye on them.
   
*blink blink* "No idea. Where? never mind. I don't know the place. Bassoom is big enough lad. Like ta be a million people in it. Never counted 'em all meself." He laughs at this, clapping his hands in front of him like a deranged seal.

Clunkers does his best to give the gnomes a dissaproving stare, as much as someone without a face can do.

"Statement: Allright, both of those options sound, frankly, like terrible ideas. However, tell this one about how small the chance is for the seed of carnage to melt this one's body upon use. And what exactly is the point of the sanity drive anyway? Just extra power?

Query: And this one asks again, do you have anything that is particularely synergetic with this one's clockwork magic?

Musing: This one also toyed with the idea of a second, empty core, where this one would somehow absorb magical energies and the life force of living things to fuel this one's magic."


Keep conversing with gnomes.

Also, can I just take the same specialisation twice, to make it stronger? Like, "clowkwork magic II"?

No more than one in six chance of total material destruction of the inhabited chassis
The first time.
Point? the point? What, is the point of the Sanity Drive?
*confused muttering*
Ah, the clockwork! We've repaired your staff, at least.
you were dissatisfied with the drones? We have a Black Powder that might be of use.
Control it from anywhere. It acts as an extension of your will. Comes with a Focus of it's own!
We should warn you though, it doesn't even erupt into flames.
never gotteen it to explode once!
*sorrowful headshaking*
An empty core to harvest souls? We might be able to rig something up. Gonna need to confer with the alchemists
*hopeful murmurings*

I don't see why you couldn't double up on a specialization.
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