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[Weirdsound]

I live with a family, which insists upon having family dinners. Anything before 7ish my time will involve at least a 15 minute chow break.

[KujiUn]

With permission from the original owner, I am now currently updating Criminal, and have gotten permission to keep developing for it.

Of course, this also means the Criminal advanced classes, and Biker is one of them.

Here's the list of changes I made for Biker. Please check and make sure they're balanced?

Biker
 
Bikes: can carry a number of people/Pokemon equal to Power - 3, including driver,
Biker Proficiency +: add half of DEXmod to all non-DEX checks, only requires one hand
Bike Modifications Mrk I: Weekly/5, Overland/Surface increases cost 200, Jump increases cost 500, Power increases cost 1000, POWER AND JUMP CORRELATE TO POKEDEX NUMBERS (whydidIhavetosaythat)
Bike Modifications Mrk II: Monthly/25, increase cost to 5000, may be taken more than once
Walk on Water: requires Overland 20 bike, all speeds required are 20.
Move Out Of The Way: added damage changed from half DEX stat to DEXmod * (power - 5) if Power > 5, 1 otherwise.If forcibly dismounted, all passengers take damage, and biker reqwuires full action (move + action) to remount bike

[Dwarmin]

XP to Polaris

Spoiler: Ruminations on Form and Function (click to show/hide)

Kathryn opened her eyes-that is to say, her new eyes-she was amazed at how far and clear she could see, how she could concentrate on a single blade of grass, take it in an entirely new dimension-her sense of smell, hearing and touch were similarly heightened. She vaguely remembered her former Human self, and the dull senses she had to work with...

Former? Huh. So, it had worked after all. She remembered she was Human. Officially. But this was a lot more pleasant...her mind seemed to work in only a few directions-sleeping, eating, playing, fighting, loving. That was it. Kathryn looked up the strange sky and was pleased to find it was all she needed to entertain her-nothing but time and watching the clouds pass by. It was a lovely sky.

Along with her senses came new feelings...she could feel a mild, yet very pleasant tingling in both her cheeks-she brought her small arms up and rubbed them, and that seemed to make it better. She felt almost like a soda bottle that had been recently shaken. The tingling wanted out-she wanted to let it out-so she did, not really caring. Visualized an imaginary enemy (Sylvester) and... *ZAP!*. A bolt of lightning arced out brilliantly, and for a moment her entire body thrummed with energy-Kathryn was amazed to find she could actually steer the bolt of energy, by flicking her tail in a certain direction. It was pure joy, amazing and wonderful-better than making love.

It landed a few feet away and made a perfectly Sylvester sized crater. Well, from her point of view. He was probably larger than her in his Human form. Hmm. The thought of him towering over her, when she was a pokemon, made Kathryn feel sort of intimidated. Her first thought on that, however strange, was to find a patch of tall grass and hide...

Now there was another feeling-warmth, deep in her stomach, but not a pleasant one. She was mad, and the angrier she got the hotter it was in her throat. Unlike the lightning, this actually sort of hurt...she didn't like the feeling-it felt slightly unnatural. It was like she had a bomb ready to go off inside her chest...get rid of it, she thought! Quick!

Kathryn sort of "belched", and a thin curtain of white hot flame jetted out. The pressure subsided, her emotions calmed. Hmm, interesting. She realized now, how fun it would be-to gather up that hot pressure, holding it in as long as she could, until just the right time...visions of destruction flitted through her waking mind-and she was pleased. If fire was her blessing-and somehow Kathryn realized it was also a curse-then why shouldn't the rest of the world enjoy it along with me?

In fact, as Kathryn ruminated more, she realized how natural this all felt. It was all a part of her-not like her blades, which only rarely seemed an extension of herself. She was quick, she was tricky, she was cute and beautiful (her self image had remarkably improved in her new body), she was the thunder and lightning, she was a roaring flame. She was all these things, and it was almost perfect...Kathryn noted once again, a slight current running through her-telling  her, in its own way, to grow strong-to change-to evolve...that would be fun!

And, fun was all that really mattered. Fun, fun, fun...

She smiled, idly flicking her long, pointed ears. That was fun. She did it again, about a dozen times...or two dozen. Normally she might have been impatient about wasted time, but time didn't seem to matter much. She was here, right now and everything was great. She sprang into the air. Wow! Her body was so light and...springy. She jumped again. Backflip!

This continued for a bit. For a few moments, Kathryn had fully embraced the other side-and, if some being had come along offering to make it permanent, she would have readily agreed...but it was just a dream, and eventually she had to wake up.

Wake up...that thought slowly brought her back to her sense. Eventually, a bit of Humanity resurfaced. Where am I? What am I doing her? Thoughts came slow, as if someone had to cross reference a file somewhere. Ah, I am KATHRYN. She remembered now. She was Kathryn, and she had a job to.

What was she doing here? That she couldn't quite remember, but her allies-each in their own forms-were no doubt thinking more clearly.

She felt her conscious mind growing stronger, crowding out the joyous wild thoughts, reminding her of things like money, her Swords, Team Ember, Rolf...duty, love, honor, death...it was like watching a brilliantly colored painting slowly turned sepia.

She sighed, with a audble sense of loss. Well, it had lasted a while. Somehow she had known the peace and newness she had felt was truly an ephemeral thing. Polaris had it pretty good, she thought, for a pokemon.

Kathryn shrugged, got down on all fours and loped forward to join the rest of her friends.

[Haika]

Ok, so Azure day. Not as prepared as I'd like, but should be good to go.

I believe we are still aiming for 5-9pm est(though to be honest, I'm more expecting 5-8 if we are lucky because of weird's mealtimes, and web being in class until 5ish we could be starting a bit late as well, but we will get something done at least.). I'll try and have the server up around 4pm, and that's when all journals must be posted to get exp for this current week.

As to the bike changes, I'm not really an expert on balance, but the riding a bike over water thing seems a bit... unnatural. Even with the speed requirements. Someone gets that and then can just ride the bike across the ocean? I'd rather it be replaced with like an amphibious module, transformer style. With the wheels turning into floats and a propeller coming out of the back or something. Might be a fluff type issue, but makes tons more sense to me.

[KujiUn]

That feat was already there when you accepted it. I just clarified the wonky speeds. Also, riding across the ocean would be impractical because of the HUGE waves you can find in the middle of the ocean, and that'd be the time the GM would say "lol you run out of fuel"

That feat is all about water surface tension, etc.

If you want (or need to), I may increase the speeds to something that cannot be gotten without bike modifications. 30m/r sounds pretty good, now that I think of it.

Change done.

Also, I have the classes until 4:50. It takes around 30-35 minutes for me to get home, so I'll see you at 5:30 EST.

[Weirdsound]

No server yet?

[Dwarmin]

@WS: Haika was resetting last I saw.

[Haika]

No server yet?

Server is up, you just happened to catch me rebooting to fix a memory leak. Should be fine now.

[Haika]

Short and sweet, less work for me, but don't forget this is a viable option to boost your exp.

Dwarmin - Jan 23rd, Ruminations on Form and Function = 250 exp to Polaris
Revolver - Jam 23rd, Journal Day 10 = 150 exp to Susie
Revolver - Jam 23rd, Unmissable Opportunity = 250 exp to Mars

[Dwarmin]

Question. Last night, Haika mentioned another session maybe happening tonight. I believe.

How many people could make tonight?

I think, since we've embraced bite sized sessions, we might as well try to eat more than one.

[KujiUn]

He did? I have class on Tuesdays until five (usually, this week is an exception).

Anyways, sorry for leaving early yesterday, depressive streak, yada yada yada, why hasn't my doctor given me medications for this, yada.

[Dwarmin]

Woo, game day come round again.

Journal entry XP for Polaris again, anyway.

Spoiler: This thing all things devours... (click to show/hide)

Present Day 3:42 PM

She looked so peaceful, he thinks. So vulnerable. So cold. He knows he could do things to her, while she's helpless...and he can *see* himself doing them. He see's many different futures. Which one to choose...though, he's wondered how much of a choice he really has.

What if it's all a joke, he thinks?

The man known as Tim Porter-or better yet, the Ember operative "Psyclone"-leans against the edge of the coffin and watches Kathryn as she sleeps, thick spectacles hiding the color and shade of his eyes. A ruminative psionic probe into her mind-just a brush off the top, really-confirmed she was more or less trapped in this ancient machine, some sort of forced dream.

Interesting. Psyclone knows he only has a few minutes until the little distraction he planned wears off, and the Watchers return. No matter-he's predicted the outcome, knows what's going to happen. Almost certainly.

He didn't get where is now by taking chances. He didn't want to kill the others...but he had to. If he was going to get her out of here, take her back. Protect her.

That's when Tim hears the click of a no doubt police issue revolver against the base of his skull. "Hands on your head sir! You are under..."

Present Day 3:37 PM

Tim makes sure to cut the communications before he moves into the temple-a land line, easily disabled. No chance of summoning the cops...he thinks it was the Doctor, that woman who did it before. This time he'll handle her first...then the rest of them. And,.

That's when Tim hears the click of a no doubt police issue revolver against the base of his skull. "Hands on your head sir! You are under..."

Wasted too much time. The officer was on patrol.

Present Day 3:33 PM

Tim waits. Ten minutes until the officer passes by on his rounds, and then he moves in. He waits. And remembers.

1 Year, 4 months and 12 days ago, 4:12 PM

The first time he saw Kathryn, Tim smiled. A new recruit to the organization, like him. She was pretty, too...he throws caution to the wind. He glances 10 seconds into the future...

1 Year, 4 months and 12 days ago, 4:22 PM

"Ma'am? I think you dropped this." Tim holds up a small piece of stamped metal-her base I.D card.

Kathryn nods, a bit warily.

"Thank you...um, Tim, is it?"

But, he can see a glimmer-he's the first one she trusted. He knows what he's going to say next, of course...and what she's going to say next...it feels good.

And then...

1 Year, 4 months and 12 days ago,4:11 PM, 

Tim Porter blinks. He feels sort of guilty, peering into her future...since it is hers...but, he doesn't want to pass up the opportunity. He thinks he'll walk over...catch it as it falls out of her pocket. She'll be impressed, and...something changes.

Another one-one of the senior members...Jerry West-steps in his view. Kathryns card falls out of her pocket just like he saw it. And Jerry is the one who spots the card on the ground. Picks it up...

"Ma'am? I think you dropped this."

Kathryn nods, a bit warily.

"Thank you...um, Jerry, is it?"

He smiles and says...

Tim bites back his disappointment, turning away, tears stinging his eyes. Fate has a cruel sense of irony.

This has happened before. The universe always seeks balance, an evening of the scales. He took a look-he saw what would happen. And he paid for it.

4:07 PM, 1 Year, 4 months and 12 days ago

...

Tim found himself watching the door, five minutes before that would have happened. He knew Kathryn would show. He knew. This time he would be ready. He had gone through permutations of this specific temporal strand at exactly 64 times. His brain was on fire-he could feel something about to break. Again...this time, he would do it right.

She comes in. He rises from his seat, and walks toward her-extending a hand...but the card doesn't fall. Kathryn just cocks her head sideways.

Tim doesn't know what to say. The silence strings out for 1...2...3...seconds...and then he hears the one thing he hates come from her mouth-it makes him hate her, and himself.

Pity. He feels himself losing control. Kathryn's hands go to her swords and...

1 Year, 4 months and 12 days ago, 4:08 PM

Tim sighs. Again. Again. 65th permutation. This time...this time...

He can't...Tim feels the world spin around. He falls out of the chair, blood gushing from his nose. He vaguely sees Karthryns cold, beautiful face-hovering above him. She seem's to be a bit scared, and calling for help...and some is picking him up, on a stretcher...and his head lolls to one side.

And he watches the I.D card fall out of Kathryns pocket again, like it did the last 63 times. And Jerry comes up behind...spots it...picks it up...

Tim wants to go back. He wants another chance. One more chance.

But there is none. He's carted off to the medical bay and to Dr. North, and Kathryn doesn't even learn his name for a week...when he knows Kathryn will visit him. It brings a weary smile to his face.

Present Day 3:43 PM

The officer walks by, oblivious.

Tim moves forward...this time, it will be right...this time, everything will be perfect. Just like last time, no one even notices he's entered the temple at first. They don't have a chance. The deed is done quickly.

She looks so peaceful, he thinks, looking down on her. So vulnerable. So cold. He knows he could do things to her, while she's helpless...he can feel her mind, lost in some sort of dream. He knows, just a little push...and she'll be his.

Present Day 4:02 PM

Kathryn is out of the machine, but she's...not right. Tim frowns. He looks into her mind again. Nothing.

She's broken beyond repair-little more than a shell. No memories, no thoughts.

"Kathryn?" He says-giving her his name. She turns to him, cocking her head to one angle.

"Thank you...um, Tim, is it?"

No, she'll be alright-and she'll be his, Tim Porter thinks. Once he fixes her, makes her remember what he wants her to remember. A dim part of his mind, what was once his morality, says this is a monstrous act-hardly better than murder itself. But that part is quiet, these days.

That's when he feels Rolfs axe bury itself into the base of his skull from behind with a scream of anger.

Damn. He thought Rolf was dead. He was sure this time.

Present Day 3:22 PM

Tim Porter looks at his watch and sighs.

He walks past the temple without incident. There's too many of them, too public. He needs to isolate the variables...change the equation. Stack the odds in his favor. It's the only way to win.

He's not discouraged today, not much. He's got all the time in the world, after all...

[Haika]

Unfortunately guys I have bad news. Family is going out to eat this afternoon, and while normally I wouldn't flake the game over that, my Father has surgery tomorrow for prostate cancer. So I kinda want to be there just in case, ya know.

We can try and pick this up later in the week if we get enough people interested, and I should be around later tonight to host for the GURPS game, just maybe a little late depending on how long things go.

[Dwarmin]

Heh, could have guessed it.

I don't mind if you have family business...but I'm getting annoyed Azure is being crowded out by gurps.

If gurps doesn't get enough of a showing tonight, would it maybe be possible for Azure to start late?

[KujiUn]

D. Stop being insensitive. It's REALLY pissing me off.

Haika, hope your dad gets through surgery okay. Take as much time as you need with your father; the game can wait.