Bweoti

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Scarlett's eyes popped open wide with high eyebrows, "VAULT Hunters? You mean we're going to be Vault Hunters?!? That's awesome! I always hoped I could be a Vault Hunter. I've never met a Vault Hunter before. Have you guys met one before? That's awesome that we're going to be Vault Hunters." Her eyes rapidly darted over the gathered group and stopped on Lorenzo (at this point, her tattoos on the left side of her body started to glow, and glowed throughout the entire conversation). Her eyes verily LIT up as she skipped over to him, "Ooooo, you can be the Broody Assassin, so we'll call you BA." She then hopped over to Darren, "And you can be the Commando, with a splash of Technomancy, so we'll call you CT." She then bounded to TR-8C, "You'll be the Brick, here take this," she hands him a module to put on his belt, "It's a Turtle shield. And we'll call you BS, for Brick Shield."

She looked around and spotted the two females, and skipped over to Michelle, "You'll be the CBC, or the Crazy Biker Chick." At this point, people may have begun to realize that she's pointed out some capabilities of people that are not readily noticeable, her red tattoos beginning to shift form ever so slightly into different patterns. She apparently had not seemed to notice her tattoos glowing, the stares from the crowd of people that she had been addressing, nor that she had been stating what was obvious to her, but not necessarily to everyone else. Nonetheless, she bounded over to Nova as if nothing was amiss, "And you can be our Gun Slinger, or GS for short. Nice tail, by the way."

She then stood in the middle of the gathered folk and said, "And I'll be Scarlett." And with that, she gave a sharp nod, as if everything she said was entirely obvious to everyone. While everyone just stood for a few moments staring at the rambling redheaded woman, her tattoos then started fading away, staying in the shape they ended up in. And then a tumbleweed slowly ambled past.

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I have a question for the mechanical type characters we have. Considering that one of my Siren's abilities is the capability of controlling minds, is either of the characters 'immune' to this ability? This will be able to expand further into the possibility of mechanical creatures or Cyber-Psychos who have had their brains replaced or something of the sort.
I don't intend on ever controlling another, but I assumed that I could use the ability to 'reach' out and feel what's around, and Scarlett would have done that already.

Hellbent

An hour before dawn, Blake had woken up, splashed some cold water on his face, took off his tunic, and began to silently work out. Underneath his tunic lay a well tanned mass of muscles. He had a defined 6-pack and well defined muscular chest and arms. He wasn't the strongest man alive, but he certainly knew how to take care of his body. He began with menial push-ups, sit-ups, and the like for about 20 minutes, then tossed his tunic over his shoulder, grabbed his weapon belt and bag, and headed down the stairs.

The Inn's staff had barely started beginning their day as Blake headed out the back door and stepped into a small clearing between the Inn and the outhouses. His breath steamed the chilly morning air and his skin blossomed with goosebumps as he dropped his bag next to one of the outhouses, unsheathed his sword and deposited the sheath next to the bag, then walked into the clearing. His footsteps made the frosted over ground reveal the grass underneath. For the next 30-40 minutes, he practiced with his longsword. He wasn't doing any particular kata or maneuver, just what felt like needed to be done at those particular moments. His movements were all fluid, having used a blade for more than 25 years.

As he practiced, the frost around him receded due to his own body heat as well as the footsteps. By the time he finished practicing, the ground around where he began had been cleared of frost in a three foot radius, for he had kept his movements tight, expecting the upcoming fight with a thief. As the sun began to peak over the horizon, Blake finished up, sheathed his sword, tossed on his tunic and grabbed his bag, then headed inside. He went back upstairs and dunked his sweaty head in the cold bathwater and hand-washed a few choice areas of sweat. He then greeted anyone that was awake, and headed downstairs.

Shortly after everyone gathered downstairs (and yes, Blake did pull out the chairs again for the ladies), the large retainer of the lord ambled inside the Inn, gave his information out, and left. "Hmmm, that was short and to the point." Blake reached for the stack of notes and began to pour over them. As he read one page, he handed it to the next person, doing that with each page. "Anyone good with choosing horses? Not my specialty."

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Scarlett, bored, decided to leave her apartment that evening. Not wanting TOO much attention, she dressed down into a red strapless dress that had a split up her left thigh to a few inches below her waist. The split showed that her tattoos went all the way up. She then put on her metallic band of a bracelet from where she can digistruct her weapons and a black metallic belt where she stored her shield, just in case. Afterwards, she decided to head on out.

The Crimson Corner was a great place to hang out, so she headed in that direction. As she passed by people she knew, she waved at them, saying 'Hi' and other such greetings. Occasionally she would stop for a few minutes and chat with this person or that. All in all, the fifteen minute walk took her nearly an hour. She did love to talk. As she rounded the corner, she saw a bionic man leaving, and shortly there after, a well armed young man stalking in the shadows after him. This seemed odd to her, so she decided to follow the follower. At a distance, of course.

As she followed, she kept an eye on the younger man while she talked to others along the way. She did love to talk. Here and there, she would lightly jog to catch up, but only when others were not watching. She attempted to keep a distance of 30-60 feet, if the environment allowed.

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Sorry, thought there was a posting order.....until I realized that you said it was more of a joke, and that's when I realized that they were playing D&D, heh. Or B&B, as it were. Wasn't supposed to be a posting order :P

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Scarlett walked around Middlemist in relative comfort. She was dressed slightly provocatively due to the heat that a planet of forests requires. Occasionally she would walk nearer to the section of the town that was closer to the waterfall so that she could cool off a bit, that and she could get a nice sheen of moisture going on the bare skin. She had been here for the last year or so, attempting to hide in plain sight as a 'Lady of the Evening'. Tonight was no exception, for she had a client....errr, date.

She met the older gentleman at one of the nicer restaurants in town called Enchanting Mists. They had a laser light display that colored the mists near the restaurant, so you would be walking in a sea of varying colors. They chatted, he flirted, she flirted, and a general good time was had by all. Eventually, dinner ended and the man took her back to a seedy hotel/motel, because he didn't want his wife to know about his indiscretions. Once they reached the room, Scarlett turned on the charm, so to speak. She began to use her mind control powers the moment he walked into the room.

She gave him images and memories of what he expected to have happened in this room. She made it last hours, him laying on the bed and her sitting cross-legged on a chair, wrinkling her face as she watched him writhe. Once the 'scene' was completed, she left him tired on the bed and went to take a shower, which she also did in his head. This broke her line of sight with him, so he was able to rest, and this also gave her tattoos the time it needed to die back down. She came out of the bathroom already clothed, he compensated her for her time, and she went about her merry way. Much like every single one of her previous clients. Mentally exhausted and pleased, but not in reality. It was a good living, and one that she could feel comfortable with.

Once that was complete, she left the area and headed back up to the place she was living in. It wasn't much, but it was a place to rest her head while she saved up the money to head back home. She was done being a victim.

Hellbent

Blake tried to roll the foreigner's name around his tongue, "First off, Muta....Must....Mustafa. Yes, Mustafa. As I was saying, First off, we will be leaving when the lord's retainer decides to show up, and then shortly after that. We weren't given specifics, other than 'morning'. Then we will be given the information, maybe a bit of breakfast, and THEN I think we should leave, sir." Blake took a break from speaking as a serving wench came out of the back with a large tray of steaming bowls.

Trish, the serving wench, was a pale skinned redhead with too many freckles across the parts of skin that she was showing. Her long hair was pulled into a pony tail and her uniform was ragged and worn, but semi-clean. The bowl steamed as it warmed up the surrounding air. She then placed a chunk of fresh-baked-this-morning bread on the side of the bowl. She did this while smiling a yellow-toothed smile at each person. Afterwards, she refilled each person's drink. In a surprisingly gentle voice, "Is there anything else I can get you folks?"

"Can you have the bartender make sure that we have five fresh baths placed in the main room of the suite, ma'am?" She nodded her head and took a step in the bar's direction, then turned back to Blake, "Um, we only have two. I'll have him put them both upstairs and we can fill them tonight. Tomorrow morning we can dump them and refresh them, if you wish." "Thank you," Blake replied. With that, she left to go back into the back with her large tray. Blake stirred his stew, examining what was basically a potato stew with onions, carrots, and a small chunk of chicken. He took a bite of stew, one of bread, and then chewed and swallowed. "Now, I know that we're all weary from travel and have the road's dust in the unmentionable places that only our lovers should ever see. But a hot meal," he motions to the stew, "a bath, and a decent night's rest will have to recharge us for a while. I doubt we'll be following this thief into any place that could be considered luxury."

Blake ate a few more bites, letting others speak in the mean time. After more than half his bowl was empty, "Oh, and I agree with Mustafa. If you get wounded, get yourself bandaged and try to follow us. The duty of the forward pack is to make sure that those of us who've lagged behind can follow us. Snap some twigs, leave some torn cloth on a bush, carve an arrow into a tree.....Something that we can follow. But leave a trail so we can catch up. We're in this together, let's make sure that we all get paid in the end." After speaking, Blake returned his attention to his meal and the conversations that follow.

After the conversations and meal have been had, Blake plodded his way upstairs and dropped his gear on a couch in the three-room suite. "Better than a barn. I'll take the couch." He then moved his gear to the floor next to the couch and stretched out on the couch, head facing away from the baths that had been placed in the room. He tossed his cloak over his head, to ensure the privacy of those taking baths, then proceeded to close his eyes and began to snore.

Well into the night, Blake woke up, relieved himself, and took a bath in the cleanest of the two baths, cold water and all. Then redressed himself and went back to sleep.

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Rock 'n' roll

Hellbent

'Evening gents and, not so gents. Whata'ya having?' the barman asked, rubbing a dirty glass with a rag. After the turbaned foreigner asked for water, Blake stepped up to the bar and said, "I will have the same, sir. A water, but would you mind pouring it into my mug?" Blake proffered a leather mug from his backpack as he spoke. "Thank you, my good man. I would hate for you to needlessly clean another glass on my account." He drank the mug of water in one go, a little bit slipping out and down his cheek. Blake then rubbed his cheek on his shoulder, cleaning off the water. "One more thing, sir. Where is our room? Or would it be rooms?"

"You and your 'panions get the large suite at the top 'o the stairs. Yer patron's payin' for it. You get one meal, whether it be tonight or breakfast in the 'morn," the rotund bartender replied. He then leaned forward, handed Blake a key, and whispered, "An' I be suggesting that you get yer meal tonight, 'cause breakfast is cold dinner." As Blake began to open his mouth to ask another question, the barman raised up a finger, "There's stew and bread. Might even be gettin' yous a piece of meat in the stew with your patron payin'. Go grab yerselves a table and I'll get a wench out to serve yas." With that, the bartender stuck his head into the back room and shouted, "TRISH! Five specials at the big table. Get a move on!"

Blake shook his head at the uncouth bartender and walked over to the one big table in the room. It was situated near the fireplace, and occupied by two gentlemen. Blake leaned over, resting his hands on the table, "Excuse me, gentlemen." The two men briefly glanced around, wondering who Blake was talking to, then looked at him after realizing it was themselves he was talking to. "I've got a rather large group of people with me," Blake glanced back at the trio by the bar and the foreigner. "My friends and I would like this table to rest our well worn bodies and weapons at. Would you kindly move to a smaller table?" The two men looked at the well armed group, then got up and moved, not wanting trouble when it comes to look you in the eye.

Blake then waved his hand over the table, beckoning his companions to sit. While they drifted in his direction, he pulled out two of the chairs, for he had two ladies with him. After the women sat down, he set his own bottom in a chair. "Now, I think we should begin with introductions. Call me Blake." He then looked to the rest of the companions sitting at the table.

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Ya, I was going to have her tattoos appear and glow varying shades of red when she uses her powers and for a while afterwards. S'why I said 'apparent' :) But doing a bit of research, they were born with them, so I'll tweak.