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Re: Full Metal Dress: Shocking Developments!
« Reply #60 on: October 12, 2024, 08:39:43 pm »

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The kitchenette mold free, you move on to the pantry. it's nasty in there. The bacon is grazing on the lettuce. The ham is having an illicit affair with the prime rib, The potatoes see all, know all. A rat in boxer shorts smoking a foul smelling cigar is banging on a cabinet shouting about rent money.

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Re: Full Metal Dress: Shocking Developments!
« Reply #61 on: October 16, 2024, 02:43:38 pm »

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Anna-Leigh absorbed the recent developments.

Alright, absorbed was a strong word. She participated in recent developments the same way that stools participate in weaving. They're there, they're used by the weaver, but are about as capable of grasping the real construction of baktiari as Anna-Leigh was of adequately parsing what was going on.

"I'm... Anna-Leigh..." She heard herself say to Fren somewhat vacantly, taking care to stress the extra space in the middle so it didn't sound like 'Annalee'. "I'm really sorry about offending your bodyguard into being attacked by a green-sounding restaurant named Dragon. I assure you, that was not my intent." It truly wasn't.

Anna-Leigh found a place to sit down. She really didn't care where. Her brain was having difficulty working out a plan of action and her legs were deciding that meant they shouldn't have to continue working.  She looked down at the bodyguard again and mouthed 'sorry' at the fallen woman. There didn't seem to be a lot else to do for her.

"So... uh... Dragon. If we're safe here, and you're bound by law to make sure we're safe, does that make us prisoners here?"

Try very, very, very hard to neither be a prisoner nor make the situation worse.
« Last Edit: October 18, 2024, 09:05:27 pm by Draignean »
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Re: Full Metal Dress: Shocking Developments!
« Reply #62 on: October 17, 2024, 01:24:51 pm »

I'm currently unable to muster the ability to write.  So in interest of not holding up the game, plain boldtext.

Francesca will check her bodyguard to make sure she's healthy, both normally and magically.  Assuming the bodyguard isn't hurt, she'll nonchalantly tell Anna that it's fine, and gently admonish the unconscious catgirl.  Then she'll ask Anna if she can help her drag Shadesoul out of the building, as it would be best to get her home.

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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #63 on: October 30, 2024, 12:02:45 am »

Francesca hopped from her stool to squat over the unconscious Shadesoul, seeming more excited to see the results of whatever it was that Dragon did than concerned that the mercenary might be hurt. Anna-Leigh sits in the newly vacated seat, perhaps too overwhelmed to process the other available stools.
[color]"Of course not! I could never inflict harm on you by confining you to my own halls. Besides, there is much good for you to do out in the world."[/color]
[Medical 3d6: 4 Knowledge+2 = 6]
Fran puts a finger on Shadwsoul's neck to take her pulse, and breaks out into a cold sweat when she realizes that there is no pulse! Not sure what to do, she focuses her brain and tries seeing with her magic sight. Shadesoul bubbles with a calm gray light, whirling with hooked spikes which ever so gently glide over the surface of her aura. She gives the feeling of a sleeping tiger: power and danger in a resting, passive state.

That's when the door at the front of the shop swings open and Spice Falls On Ring Shadow flies in, followed by a girl who skids to a halt after leaping through the entrance.
[Continued below]

"Good luck??" Violet gives an awkward wave. "No, really don't get hurt out there!" She shouts after Icatrina, who ran off to the mysterious bistro with all haste. Spice Falls swings the door open and Icatrina flies through it, stumbling to come to a quick halt even before she has a chance to really survey the room.
What she sees is maybe cause for alarm, an augmented woman in a sharp suit lies on the ground, out cold cradling her firearm, and there are two other girls who are described like this:
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Slight of frame, Anna-Leigh is slightly on the taller side for her family - but this is saying only that she'd come just short of average. Long fingered and slim boned, Anna-Leigh tends to neutral or contemplative expressions - and her poor vision since birth means that while her facial expressions are honest - she's terrible at reading them and her own are a bit... off. Shy by nature, and having spent much of her young life training as a weaver, she rarely draws attention to herself and is often half-shied back from any significant grouping of people.
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Taller than average, and a little overweight.  She wears white pants, a heavy belt, and a long white coat, all festooned with many pockets and pouches--half of which tend to be filled at any given moment.  She only ever wears heavy boots (much to the chagrin of the maids), and of course, she's virtually always wearing a smile; you're never full dressed without one, after all!
... The former is sitting at the restaurant's counter, next to what appears to be a full breakfast. The other is crouched beside the unconscious woman.

"Everyone is here! Let's go, love!" The blue-eyed drone buzzes nervously.
"You're being hasty, Blue, I haven't even introduced myself to this one yet." The room itself replies.
"Seven might die! You can introduce yourself on the way!"
"Okay, okay. Everyone, brace for flight!"

But bracing is not necessary. The front of the shop is mostly one giant pane of glass, so all three girls are clearly able to see the ground and village outside suddenly grow very small as the entire building rises into the sky at an alarming speed. But rather than being thrown to the floor by the force, they're merely highly disoriented by the very fact that they're not thrown to the ground by the force.
"I dearly apologize for our haste, Icatrina Shinrasia. I am The Dragon. And my bumbling, rude partner here is Spice Falls On Ring Shadow. We were hoping for a more casual introduction, but one of the girls we helped awaken is in danger and we need your help extracting her."
Clouds are whipping past outside, as the restaurant flies to some unknown location...

Diane does a little hop over the ring of burning embers and beats a retreat. None of the small children pursue.

[Focus 3d6: 11 Awareness+1 = 12]
Once safely back in her room, she stops. Okay, focus. She closes her eyes and does her best to process and then ignore the various sounds and buzzes around her. With those eliminated, other, stranger feelings emerge, clouds of color and smell and emotion which blot a sphere around her, many-faceted and incomprehensible, for now. The buzzing radio static song of the sun, its light out of view, but other radiation still... visible? Audible? Both and neither. Rebels on walkie-talkies giving un-urgent, routine calls. Clear. Roger. Over.
None of it matters. However many senses she has, Diane doesn't need to heed them. Acknowledge and disregard. Her awareness turns away from all of these things and searches inside. She feels... anxious. Excited. Maybe just a tiny little bit guilty. Hurt. As the adrenaline and swirling perception and emotion fade out the pain in her burnt shoulder only grows stronger. It's... not the most terrible thing she's felt, but hardly ignorable either. Okay, acknowledged and not discarded.

What to do? This might be tough to explain to her aunt and uncle. Tough, but hiding her injury seems like a bad choice. Maybe it's best to be honest in this situation? How would they react? It wouldn't be hard to prove that she can use magic, but what are the consequences of that knowledge?

[Take Me Seriously! 3d6: 12 Charisma+1 = 13]
The taller of the two glares at Kora, stops to think, and then sighs, hesitant to engage.
"Fuck you mean whose in charge? If you ain't in the know then fuck off, lil' bit', yer probably just some 'sheriff's' daughter."
Ah! It's dismissive, but still speaking Kora's language. She's being told to fuck off, not ignored, which means...
"And if I don't leave, what then?"
Again, the taller gives Kora a contemptuous look, but obliges the challenge, hanging her coat and cigarette on her compatriot before stepping into the street. "And we were having such a good morning..."

Facing 1x tall punk. Her knuckles gleam with brass.

Seven brushes away at the dust, which seems to fall off her outfit more from the intent of the thing than her actual actions, leaving it pristine and leaving no potentially embarrassing remnants of her unplanned reunion with planet. Handy.
The three Rangers waste no time in making themselves known, rounding the corner of a tent with an eerie silence. One peeks into said tent and fires off a burst of three shots while the other two simply keep advancing. They wear all-black tactical armor and a smooth glass face shield which hides any expression, and each hold N13 assault rifles loaded down and an unnecessary amount of likely useless attachments.

The three walk up to Seven without any hesitation or outwards aggression. Seven greets them with her best attempt at de-escalation, which happens to involve calling their dead comrades an "eyesore" that was "bothering" her.
[Aggro 1d6: (need 5+) 6]
The one in the middle makes some hand motion which causes the other two to turn around and hold angles. He speaks. "Ma'am did you see what destroyed our support chopper? You should come with us, it's not safe here for a girl like you."




Spoiler: Anna-Leigh - Draignean (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Seven - VermilionSkies (click to show/hide)
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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #64 on: November 01, 2024, 03:01:39 am »

"Yeah.. I should tell them.  Magic is awesome.  And when I figure out how to use it properly, it'll only make it more awesome!

..I mean, what's the point of doing awesome things if I need to hide it forever.

..still, I think I should keep the best stuff hidden.  My best punch should be one nobody sees coming."

"And I'm hurt.  Lets try to fix that up first, with magic.  They don't need to know I burnt myself."

Shut my eyes again, and try to see the pretty colours again.  This time, focus on my shoulder, trying to see the burn and the pain of the burn.

..If I can manage that, use my creation magic to make something out of the burn.  Turn the concept of the damage into a small object, like a crystal.
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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #65 on: November 04, 2024, 12:59:01 am »

Been long enough for a bump.
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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #66 on: November 04, 2024, 04:12:22 pm »

Icatrina glanced around, her arm still limply holding the woodchopping axe by the axe head to her side. Her eyes first settled on the person on the floor, who apparently is already being cared for, then on the other people in the room, before looking out the window and seeing the motion, of the building taking flight. after a startled silence, she finally spoke up, still looking out at the
"Um, so... why do you need us? What can we even do to help?"
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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #67 on: November 04, 2024, 11:00:33 pm »

((Oops.))

"Yeah well now I'm having a good morning."

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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #68 on: November 19, 2024, 05:22:59 am »

I might have to take a policy of autoing characters if there's no action after 2 weeks. I say this because I really want to see FMD continue. Should I message the waitlisters?
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Re: Full Metal Dress: If I could fly...
« Reply #69 on: November 21, 2024, 08:43:27 pm »

Ah. They're clueless.
"Ah, I'm not sure. It looked like some sort of awful winged creature, but I haven't heard of anything like that?"
If they're offering to take me off of the battlefield, follow them. I'm an uninvolved civilian from what they seem to know, and I'm running out of mana to continue the fight. The gunner is down, and I have to hope that's enough to give the militia a chance.

// So far unheard of, Seven de-escalating a situation. //
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