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yearly reminder that I made the most obnoxious build for a forum game of D&D imaginable. I will never stop apologizing for making a reaction-based character lmao.
Zavakri grinned by the end of Gabriel's responding monologue. She ran a hand through her hair and pulled it back from her face, starting gently and dropping her hair at the unexpected pat on her shoulder. A laugh bubbled up from her, not at his words but from her own awkwardness.
"I'm all for living in the now and the future if we all are." She added gently to his thinking-aloud. She performed a facsimile of a toast, open palm raised upwards as she quietly chortled; 'To Us!' quietly. She nodded to herself, as if this blessing was sufficient to the occasion. Aurora's words were absorbed by Zavakri as she methodically pulled her hair back and bound it into a short ponytail that some would dub librarian-ish.
"Pshaw, I said I trusted you all didn't I? My only concern is that I'm technically an employee of a governmental body, being an astrologer of Baldur's Gate and all, so if this affair somehow spreads back home then I think I'd be up for a promotion into..."
She makes a finger wiggling gesture, as if balancing an abacus.
"Intelligence, under the duke's retinue, I believe. It's a net positive for income, but I'd refuse on general principles. Rirvudd makes enough money with the merchant caravan he runs."
She chews her lip, a brief moment of thought.
"I also don't know if these...er...bullywugs are good people, if this is how they resolve their leadership disputes. It can't do more harm for us to help out, right? I'm as refreshed as I'm going to get. I can tap into almost all of my magical power at the moment, and I haven't had a chance to do so as of yet but I can manage grid-coordinate positional manipulations, as well as fudge the numbers on some faulty mathematica should the need arise. In a pinch I've had good luck with unerring projectile production, but largely my magic is still rather utilitarian."
She certainly had a way with words, that Zavakri; with enough parsing in their minds her companions could surely suss out that she meant to inform them that she could teleport someone moderate distances, simultaneously damage an opponent and heal a companion in close proximity, fire magic missiles, as well as a few other supportive abilities.
"I don't suppose shrinking or growing quite large would benefit our scheme?" She offered hopefully.
"I'm all for living in the now and the future if we all are." She added gently to his thinking-aloud. She performed a facsimile of a toast, open palm raised upwards as she quietly chortled; 'To Us!' quietly. She nodded to herself, as if this blessing was sufficient to the occasion. Aurora's words were absorbed by Zavakri as she methodically pulled her hair back and bound it into a short ponytail that some would dub librarian-ish.
"Pshaw, I said I trusted you all didn't I? My only concern is that I'm technically an employee of a governmental body, being an astrologer of Baldur's Gate and all, so if this affair somehow spreads back home then I think I'd be up for a promotion into..."
She makes a finger wiggling gesture, as if balancing an abacus.
"Intelligence, under the duke's retinue, I believe. It's a net positive for income, but I'd refuse on general principles. Rirvudd makes enough money with the merchant caravan he runs."
She chews her lip, a brief moment of thought.
"I also don't know if these...er...bullywugs are good people, if this is how they resolve their leadership disputes. It can't do more harm for us to help out, right? I'm as refreshed as I'm going to get. I can tap into almost all of my magical power at the moment, and I haven't had a chance to do so as of yet but I can manage grid-coordinate positional manipulations, as well as fudge the numbers on some faulty mathematica should the need arise. In a pinch I've had good luck with unerring projectile production, but largely my magic is still rather utilitarian."
She certainly had a way with words, that Zavakri; with enough parsing in their minds her companions could surely suss out that she meant to inform them that she could teleport someone moderate distances, simultaneously damage an opponent and heal a companion in close proximity, fire magic missiles, as well as a few other supportive abilities.
"I don't suppose shrinking or growing quite large would benefit our scheme?" She offered hopefully.
Huzzah for a launch!
CAPTCHA raised her glass and took a deep drink. She let out a content sigh and giggled-- interrupting herself as Frost continued and spoke.
"Ah, drek, refill me then. I'll cheers to not getting shot. Kanpai!"
She held her glass out to be topped off from the bottle, then let out a cheer as she leaned back on the poker table and threw her head back in a display of professional alcoholism and downed the glass in a swift, mess-less, gulp. Her cheeks grew warm from the back-to-back shots of liquor, but her eyes did not lose their cunning edge nor did her coy smile diminish.
"Bah!" CAPTCHA chimed to Tenno's initial lamentation. "Flux state-- coming back-- It's not about the once-was, but the will-be. Chin up, omae." She dazzled a smile as the atmosphere seemed to grow more comfortable, and her posture shifted into a demure lounging on the table. She looked down and placed a finger on a playing card, flicking it with her middle finger to spin it in place. The Johnson had risen, it was time for biz. And yet, her attention wasn't on the Johnson. Not solely. Her meatspace eyes may be lingering in the J's direction, but Whetstone's augmented view was blessed by the corpse-bride Living Persona manifesting itself overtop CAPTCHA's physical space, a spectral being of digitized presence that superimposed itself atop her. As her meatspace gaze and ears heeded the briefing, her Resonant senses had faded from the visual Trid feeds and focused on Whetstone for these few passing moments.
As Tenno began to speak, CAPTCHA sent a message into Whetstone's display;
Hoi chummer, this going to be a friendly matrix relationship or are we both showoffs?
Her digitized distraction and seeming curiosity with a smudge on the bottom of her glass means that Tenno's initial subtle spellcasting washes over her without notice. She sits up more fully as the atmosphere becomes more serious, a look passing over her face that obviously lamented moving away from the comforts of alcohol and jokes and flirting with the troll. Her eyes slid to Tenno and her smile became less coy; instead a relaxed, easy-going, stress-free calmness claimed her lips as she let him ramble onwards.
"Omae, you're a chatty one for a youngling. Most kids these days go for the dark and the brooding and the mystery, but you're refreshing [Truth]. I may remind you of a little brother, but I promise you that it's seriously likely that I'm older than your mother [Truth]. Relax, I can take care of myself [Truth]- but I doubt I'll even need to. Look at this absolute beast of a woman over here!"
CAPTCHA swings an arm out to Frost, gesturing broadly to her...entire existence.
"Nothing can go wrong with muscle like this on the team [Lie]. I haven't seen a crew as confidence-instilling as this in some time [Lie]." Her lips twisted into an amused grin as she spoke. "Besides, we all know the rules..."
She wriggles her eyebrows provocatively as she surveys the team.
"Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never, ever, cut a deal with a dragon. Let's keep this simple, Tenno; I've enough eyes for all of us, myself included [Truth]. You're a peach, though."
"Ah, drek, refill me then. I'll cheers to not getting shot. Kanpai!"
She held her glass out to be topped off from the bottle, then let out a cheer as she leaned back on the poker table and threw her head back in a display of professional alcoholism and downed the glass in a swift, mess-less, gulp. Her cheeks grew warm from the back-to-back shots of liquor, but her eyes did not lose their cunning edge nor did her coy smile diminish.
"Bah!" CAPTCHA chimed to Tenno's initial lamentation. "Flux state-- coming back-- It's not about the once-was, but the will-be. Chin up, omae." She dazzled a smile as the atmosphere seemed to grow more comfortable, and her posture shifted into a demure lounging on the table. She looked down and placed a finger on a playing card, flicking it with her middle finger to spin it in place. The Johnson had risen, it was time for biz. And yet, her attention wasn't on the Johnson. Not solely. Her meatspace eyes may be lingering in the J's direction, but Whetstone's augmented view was blessed by the corpse-bride Living Persona manifesting itself overtop CAPTCHA's physical space, a spectral being of digitized presence that superimposed itself atop her. As her meatspace gaze and ears heeded the briefing, her Resonant senses had faded from the visual Trid feeds and focused on Whetstone for these few passing moments.
As Tenno began to speak, CAPTCHA sent a message into Whetstone's display;
Hoi chummer, this going to be a friendly matrix relationship or are we both showoffs?
Her digitized distraction and seeming curiosity with a smudge on the bottom of her glass means that Tenno's initial subtle spellcasting washes over her without notice. She sits up more fully as the atmosphere becomes more serious, a look passing over her face that obviously lamented moving away from the comforts of alcohol and jokes and flirting with the troll. Her eyes slid to Tenno and her smile became less coy; instead a relaxed, easy-going, stress-free calmness claimed her lips as she let him ramble onwards.
"Omae, you're a chatty one for a youngling. Most kids these days go for the dark and the brooding and the mystery, but you're refreshing [Truth]. I may remind you of a little brother, but I promise you that it's seriously likely that I'm older than your mother [Truth]. Relax, I can take care of myself [Truth]- but I doubt I'll even need to. Look at this absolute beast of a woman over here!"
CAPTCHA swings an arm out to Frost, gesturing broadly to her...entire existence.
"Nothing can go wrong with muscle like this on the team [Lie]. I haven't seen a crew as confidence-instilling as this in some time [Lie]." Her lips twisted into an amused grin as she spoke. "Besides, we all know the rules..."
She wriggles her eyebrows provocatively as she surveys the team.
"Watch your back, shoot straight, conserve ammo, and never, ever, cut a deal with a dragon. Let's keep this simple, Tenno; I've enough eyes for all of us, myself included [Truth]. You're a peach, though."
Almost certainly so they could go ‘this is our concept!’ And slap the old price tag on it.
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I’m willing to dip my feet into this, for the spirit of a noble future.
I hadn’t been trying to ignore or blow Gabe off before, Zav just got exclamation-pointed by Bullywug Schemes and now her rigid brain is playing catch up.
Zavakri tittered, chittered, chirruped, and assaulted the nails upon her left hand in a thinly veiled visage of anxious deliberance as Aurora cut her political deal with the bullywugs. The woman had thrown her lot in with her companions’ direction on these matters, but it wasn’t until the final deal thoroughly struck and notarized* that she seeemd to finally relax. She made a stiff bow, twisted on a heel, and trodded after Aurora into the semblance of privacy offered in accordance with Hospitality by their hosts.
As soon as Zavakri took a knee and leant upon the window, she seemed as if about to speak- but was silenced by the uproar of the Bullywugs. Her gaze shifted as if drawn by the outburst to the outer world, where she witnessed the rising of the balloon. Her eyes narrowed, then began to glow from within in the now-familiar clockwork display of her magic. She lifted her now teeth-hewn left hand and framed the balloon with her index and thumb fingers, a spectral grid projecting from her eyes and framing within her hand’s parameters. She shifted her hand slightly, the gridwork aligning with the hot air balloon as glowing points began to appear along the path of the carriage.
“…Mm, sloppy flightwork, could be smoother. Shape of that balloon makes for some strange aerodynamics, good gust of wind would set it right into a spin. At least it’s got the lads spirits up. We may have our work cut out for us if they’re a minority, though.”
She lowers her hand, the magical mathematica evaporating from her gaze. Without even looking up to make sure her intended recipient had, in fact, followed them into this period of rest Zavakri continued. She remained gazing out of the window at the balloon, simple curiosity rather than analytical graphing.
“This is a plan straight out of Rirvudd’s stories, but there’s one thing I want to clear the air with to balance the scales. Er, so to speak. If it’s not my place to say anything then so be it, but I just wanted to make it abundantly clear that unless you’re a remarkably different character than I’ve got you pegged for, it wasn’t your fault Gabe. I certainly don’t trust you any less, I don’t fear for your magic gone awry, I don’t find myself second guessing your judgement, and I certainly don’t find myself disliking your company. Accidents happen. We can’t… we can’t know every variable, every formula, every function. In my eyes, you’re a brave man who tried to help a friend in a time of danger and that’s what matters.”
She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
“The only thing you’re guilty of is being a better person than me. I don’t like to admit it, but part of me is still afraid of Brut and I can’t help but wonder if the cosmos would be a more balanced place without him in it. But I have to acknowledge that part of me, about how he seems to live a life so antithetical to my own, and remind myself that doesn’t make him unworthy of his own life and quest. If any of us are guilty of anything, it’s me for having to even debate if his dying would have even been such a bad thing.”
She grew quieter as she spoke. She tapped at her temple with her fingers, eyes half closed as she admitted this to herself aloud as much as them.
“We’re all bound together. By this place, by our dreams, by our purpose, by this quest of ours. If we aren’t honest with ourselves and each other, we’ll fall prey to the foul chaos of this place and end up facing ourselves and our reflections moreso than our foes and their machinations. I’m sorry for rambling, I was trying to clear the air and I guess I had some more murky thoughts in my head than I realized…”
She lifted her head to finally look around the room sheepishly, blinking as if she had forgotten she was even trying to speak to people aloud.
As soon as Zavakri took a knee and leant upon the window, she seemed as if about to speak- but was silenced by the uproar of the Bullywugs. Her gaze shifted as if drawn by the outburst to the outer world, where she witnessed the rising of the balloon. Her eyes narrowed, then began to glow from within in the now-familiar clockwork display of her magic. She lifted her now teeth-hewn left hand and framed the balloon with her index and thumb fingers, a spectral grid projecting from her eyes and framing within her hand’s parameters. She shifted her hand slightly, the gridwork aligning with the hot air balloon as glowing points began to appear along the path of the carriage.
“…Mm, sloppy flightwork, could be smoother. Shape of that balloon makes for some strange aerodynamics, good gust of wind would set it right into a spin. At least it’s got the lads spirits up. We may have our work cut out for us if they’re a minority, though.”
She lowers her hand, the magical mathematica evaporating from her gaze. Without even looking up to make sure her intended recipient had, in fact, followed them into this period of rest Zavakri continued. She remained gazing out of the window at the balloon, simple curiosity rather than analytical graphing.
“This is a plan straight out of Rirvudd’s stories, but there’s one thing I want to clear the air with to balance the scales. Er, so to speak. If it’s not my place to say anything then so be it, but I just wanted to make it abundantly clear that unless you’re a remarkably different character than I’ve got you pegged for, it wasn’t your fault Gabe. I certainly don’t trust you any less, I don’t fear for your magic gone awry, I don’t find myself second guessing your judgement, and I certainly don’t find myself disliking your company. Accidents happen. We can’t… we can’t know every variable, every formula, every function. In my eyes, you’re a brave man who tried to help a friend in a time of danger and that’s what matters.”
She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.
“The only thing you’re guilty of is being a better person than me. I don’t like to admit it, but part of me is still afraid of Brut and I can’t help but wonder if the cosmos would be a more balanced place without him in it. But I have to acknowledge that part of me, about how he seems to live a life so antithetical to my own, and remind myself that doesn’t make him unworthy of his own life and quest. If any of us are guilty of anything, it’s me for having to even debate if his dying would have even been such a bad thing.”
She grew quieter as she spoke. She tapped at her temple with her fingers, eyes half closed as she admitted this to herself aloud as much as them.
“We’re all bound together. By this place, by our dreams, by our purpose, by this quest of ours. If we aren’t honest with ourselves and each other, we’ll fall prey to the foul chaos of this place and end up facing ourselves and our reflections moreso than our foes and their machinations. I’m sorry for rambling, I was trying to clear the air and I guess I had some more murky thoughts in my head than I realized…”
She lifted her head to finally look around the room sheepishly, blinking as if she had forgotten she was even trying to speak to people aloud.
Short rest, gotcha boss. Time to remember if that does anything for Zav. Been a minute. I can at least update my sheet while on a train. Upon reflecting, indeed, the only short rest ability on a clockwork soul sorcerer is at level 20. Zavakri is thusly refreshed.
Her Aid spell would stay in effect, it theoretically lasts until we typically would next long rest. I’d like to retroactively shift the extra HP onto Zav if you don’t mind since Tsak hasn’t been active for a bit.
Her Aid spell would stay in effect, it theoretically lasts until we typically would next long rest. I’d like to retroactively shift the extra HP onto Zav if you don’t mind since Tsak hasn’t been active for a bit.
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