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Awesome. Will you be introducing the staff right away, or are you planning on leaving a bit of time for players to introduce the remaining characters and finish their current topics?
Mr Allen J said
I like Shane's powah.
+1 XD
The picture is quite awesome as well :D
I believe it is because of the lack of length and capitalisation in your character sheet. If this were in the free section, it would probably be fine, but generally speaking, casual roleplays require at least a paragraph and better presentation. I would suggest that you go check out the section here: http://www.roleplayerguild.com/forums/12
Although it might not have appeared as though Cormac, seemingly engrossed in tinkering with his device, was not paying much attention to his surroundings, that could not have been further from the truth. With the aid of his auditory augmentations, he was subtly eavesdropping upon the conversations of dozens of different groups at once, while absent-mindedly striping the contraption of its components. Most of the students appeared to be introducing themselves to one another, sharing their names, impressions of the school and aspirations for the year to come. Most notably, however, he overheard several people detailing the specific nature of their abilities, such as a boy at the front with tactile retro-cognition and a young girl wearing a gas mask who exhaled acidic chemicals. Generally speaking, however, most of the students he observed appeared to be Class C, S or B metahumans, meaning their abilities tended to be either physical or parakinetic, rather than cognitive or metaphysical. Almost automatically, Cormac found himself devising contingency plans for countering their special talents in the event of a direct confrontation, simply to pass the time. He doubted he would ever find himself in a situation where he would actually need to use them, but he never knew...
As he was contemplating the newly acquired information, he spotted a young adult roughly his age looking towards him. He immediately took notice of several dozen insignificant details about his clothing and the way he held himself, concluding that he was probably an outgoing and sociable person. The man had pale Caucasian skin and bore long, lightly curled orange-blonde hair, falling slightly past his neck, tied in an unassuming pony tail.
“Hey gizmo, what's that ball thing you got over there?” he called out to him, using an excessively familiar tone, as though they were old friends.
"Gizmo?", he asked himself internally. "Really?"
After waiting a few awkward seconds to emphasise how profoundly unimpressed he was with the person's artificial familiarity, he responded. Now, a lesser, more immature person might have used the opportunity to make the obvious Freudian "ball" innuendo, but not Cormac. No, he was above such petty, childish antics. He was a person of a higher moral caliber, he aimed towards much more elevated levels of discourse and had no time for crude or disrespectful...
"Either an ioun stone, a very lame excuse to start a conversation or the world's least comfortable sex toy, take your pick."
Yeah... never mind...
As he was contemplating the newly acquired information, he spotted a young adult roughly his age looking towards him. He immediately took notice of several dozen insignificant details about his clothing and the way he held himself, concluding that he was probably an outgoing and sociable person. The man had pale Caucasian skin and bore long, lightly curled orange-blonde hair, falling slightly past his neck, tied in an unassuming pony tail.
“Hey gizmo, what's that ball thing you got over there?” he called out to him, using an excessively familiar tone, as though they were old friends.
"Gizmo?", he asked himself internally. "Really?"
After waiting a few awkward seconds to emphasise how profoundly unimpressed he was with the person's artificial familiarity, he responded. Now, a lesser, more immature person might have used the opportunity to make the obvious Freudian "ball" innuendo, but not Cormac. No, he was above such petty, childish antics. He was a person of a higher moral caliber, he aimed towards much more elevated levels of discourse and had no time for crude or disrespectful...
"Either an ioun stone, a very lame excuse to start a conversation or the world's least comfortable sex toy, take your pick."
Yeah... never mind...
Perhaps you could also mention a few NPC characters also in the crowd in the meanwhile?
Not necessarily IC, but just point them out for potential further plot development or things like that...
Not necessarily IC, but just point them out for potential further plot development or things like that...
"I don't suppose there is any way I could convince you that this is my inhaler, is there?"
Inexplicably, the customs agent seemed unamused. Cormac had just spent the past hour and a half with security exploring the contents of his luggage. Turns out, they tended to be a little wary of strangely clad people in trench coats carrying large amounts of power tools onto a flight. His numerous sub-dermal implants had also warranted some scrutiny. The object currently in question, incidentally, looked nothing near anything resembling an asthma inhaler. The device, roughly 30 centimeters in length, looked vaguely like some sort of strange cross between an energy gun, a spray can and a calculator. It had several small metallic canisters protruding from the back, presumably fuel of some kind, and a large battery built into the handle. Several buttons, triggers and switches of nebulous purpose were also built into its handle, and it bore no immediately apparent indications as to what exactly it might be intended for. It was promptly discarded into a nearby box, joining a set of strange dodecahedron-shaped contraptions, an exotic looking multi-tool, and the magnetic zip gun he had fashioned out of a mechanical pen earlier.
"I'm sorry," the agent responded exhaustedly as courteously as she still could, "But I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate it until one of our techs can examine it further."
"How about if I told you it is a can of hair spray?" he asked pointlessly, a childish grin on his face.
"Ugh..."
=+=
By the time that the technicians finished examining his various contraption, nearly two and a half hours had passed, and most of the other students had already arrived. They had finally decided to allow him to carry most of his luggage onboard under the condition that he moved them onto his non-carry on luggage, which was slightly annoying. Certain items had been confiscated however, including his "inhaler", his signal jammer and several other enigmatic devices which were deemed too dangerous to be taken onboard. No matter, most of the things that they had confiscated weren't particularly hard to fabricate, and didn't really have any hard to find components. They had also elected to have him remove his trench coat while onboard, especially upon finding out about the built in taser woven into the fabric. Despite his protests, they had also refused to let him carry his multi-tool and dremel on board as well, although they did permit him to carry a few manual pliers and screwdrivers. Not optimal, but it would do, he supposed. He could always use his lighter as a welding tool, if push came to shove. Not that he really intended to weld anything inside a pressurised craft with limited oxygen regardless, but he liked having options. Fortunately, they had failed to notice the retractable taser prongs on his smartphone, as well as the 2000 mW laser embed underneath the camera's flash. Despite having arrived several hours in advance of the other students, he was among the last ones admitted onboard, and the vessel began preparing for departure shortly after he was seated. He had chosen a seat on the edge near the outer wall, sacrificing safety and ease of exit for privacy, comfort and a nice view. He had been in space a few times before, coming with his father as he went to work on the lunar helium³ harvesters, but for some reason, he never tired of the experience. As the spacecraft slowly began to lift off, he decided to pull out his tablet, figuring he would exploit the satellite internet connection while he still could.
Cormac gave an imperceptible sigh as he watched the signal bars slowly fade from his screen. Although the establishment would probably have some sort of means of communication with earth, it would probably be very slow and inefficient, and might not be accessible to students. Not that that would stop him, but he hoped he would be able to stay in touch with the other chatroom members. For many years now, they had been the closest thing that he has had to friends. There really wasn't a lot to talk about with your peers when all they cared about was parties and drinking. Sure there had been a few people in his classes he could talk with, but never anyone with whom he could share technological discussions. In more ways than one, that chatroom had been his home more than his actual real life residence. His mother was always distant and pushing him to be more "normal" and less "weird" and all his father seemed to care about was his work, and only in an economical perspective. His siblings were scared of him, and he had no real friends to speak of. Although he didn't think that going to this school would miraculously change everything, he found himself cautiously hoping that maybe he might be able to find his place there.
"I suppose we'll find out..." he mused silently as he put on his headphones and began gently resting to the sound of the music, staring absently out at the tranquil void of space. He slept for most of the journey, occasionally waking up to check on the progress. A few times, the person sitting next to him tried to initiate conversation, but he quickly brushed him off. Eventually, the journey ended, and they docked onto the station. They quickly picked up their belongings, which in his case consisted of a large, oversized green duffel bag and a metal framed army backpack, and they were ushered into an elevator room vaguely reminiscent of a movie theater. After a cursory analytical glance at his surroundings, he elected to get seated towards the back, and began absently tinkering with a small, spherical device which he had taken from his bag.
Inexplicably, the customs agent seemed unamused. Cormac had just spent the past hour and a half with security exploring the contents of his luggage. Turns out, they tended to be a little wary of strangely clad people in trench coats carrying large amounts of power tools onto a flight. His numerous sub-dermal implants had also warranted some scrutiny. The object currently in question, incidentally, looked nothing near anything resembling an asthma inhaler. The device, roughly 30 centimeters in length, looked vaguely like some sort of strange cross between an energy gun, a spray can and a calculator. It had several small metallic canisters protruding from the back, presumably fuel of some kind, and a large battery built into the handle. Several buttons, triggers and switches of nebulous purpose were also built into its handle, and it bore no immediately apparent indications as to what exactly it might be intended for. It was promptly discarded into a nearby box, joining a set of strange dodecahedron-shaped contraptions, an exotic looking multi-tool, and the magnetic zip gun he had fashioned out of a mechanical pen earlier.
"I'm sorry," the agent responded exhaustedly as courteously as she still could, "But I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate it until one of our techs can examine it further."
"How about if I told you it is a can of hair spray?" he asked pointlessly, a childish grin on his face.
"Ugh..."
=+=
By the time that the technicians finished examining his various contraption, nearly two and a half hours had passed, and most of the other students had already arrived. They had finally decided to allow him to carry most of his luggage onboard under the condition that he moved them onto his non-carry on luggage, which was slightly annoying. Certain items had been confiscated however, including his "inhaler", his signal jammer and several other enigmatic devices which were deemed too dangerous to be taken onboard. No matter, most of the things that they had confiscated weren't particularly hard to fabricate, and didn't really have any hard to find components. They had also elected to have him remove his trench coat while onboard, especially upon finding out about the built in taser woven into the fabric. Despite his protests, they had also refused to let him carry his multi-tool and dremel on board as well, although they did permit him to carry a few manual pliers and screwdrivers. Not optimal, but it would do, he supposed. He could always use his lighter as a welding tool, if push came to shove. Not that he really intended to weld anything inside a pressurised craft with limited oxygen regardless, but he liked having options. Fortunately, they had failed to notice the retractable taser prongs on his smartphone, as well as the 2000 mW laser embed underneath the camera's flash. Despite having arrived several hours in advance of the other students, he was among the last ones admitted onboard, and the vessel began preparing for departure shortly after he was seated. He had chosen a seat on the edge near the outer wall, sacrificing safety and ease of exit for privacy, comfort and a nice view. He had been in space a few times before, coming with his father as he went to work on the lunar helium³ harvesters, but for some reason, he never tired of the experience. As the spacecraft slowly began to lift off, he decided to pull out his tablet, figuring he would exploit the satellite internet connection while he still could.
Cormac gave an imperceptible sigh as he watched the signal bars slowly fade from his screen. Although the establishment would probably have some sort of means of communication with earth, it would probably be very slow and inefficient, and might not be accessible to students. Not that that would stop him, but he hoped he would be able to stay in touch with the other chatroom members. For many years now, they had been the closest thing that he has had to friends. There really wasn't a lot to talk about with your peers when all they cared about was parties and drinking. Sure there had been a few people in his classes he could talk with, but never anyone with whom he could share technological discussions. In more ways than one, that chatroom had been his home more than his actual real life residence. His mother was always distant and pushing him to be more "normal" and less "weird" and all his father seemed to care about was his work, and only in an economical perspective. His siblings were scared of him, and he had no real friends to speak of. Although he didn't think that going to this school would miraculously change everything, he found himself cautiously hoping that maybe he might be able to find his place there.
"I suppose we'll find out..." he mused silently as he put on his headphones and began gently resting to the sound of the music, staring absently out at the tranquil void of space. He slept for most of the journey, occasionally waking up to check on the progress. A few times, the person sitting next to him tried to initiate conversation, but he quickly brushed him off. Eventually, the journey ended, and they docked onto the station. They quickly picked up their belongings, which in his case consisted of a large, oversized green duffel bag and a metal framed army backpack, and they were ushered into an elevator room vaguely reminiscent of a movie theater. After a cursory analytical glance at his surroundings, he elected to get seated towards the back, and began absently tinkering with a small, spherical device which he had taken from his bag.
Err... XD
What sort of devices would not be permitted onboard?
Because I'm pretty sure that Cormac is carrying at least fifty items which could be considered suspicious on his person alone.
(15 Lithium batteries, a high powered hand held dremel, a rather extensive set of pliers, a soldering iron, a huge collection of dremel heads, a highly customised, potentially weaponized smartphone, augmented reality sunglasses, custom tablet, several tiny flying robots, a sophisticated 3d scanner, a makeshift high intensity welder, what appears to be some sort of strange high powered flashlight with speakers, a potentially weaponized lighter, several magnesium fire starters, disassembled 3d printer, a metric crapton of miscellaneous electrical components, etc...)
Although none of that technically counts as a weapon, I'm pretty sure someone with a luggage full of power tools might have some problems at customs...
What sort of devices would not be permitted onboard?
Because I'm pretty sure that Cormac is carrying at least fifty items which could be considered suspicious on his person alone.
(15 Lithium batteries, a high powered hand held dremel, a rather extensive set of pliers, a soldering iron, a huge collection of dremel heads, a highly customised, potentially weaponized smartphone, augmented reality sunglasses, custom tablet, several tiny flying robots, a sophisticated 3d scanner, a makeshift high intensity welder, what appears to be some sort of strange high powered flashlight with speakers, a potentially weaponized lighter, several magnesium fire starters, disassembled 3d printer, a metric crapton of miscellaneous electrical components, etc...)
Although none of that technically counts as a weapon, I'm pretty sure someone with a luggage full of power tools might have some problems at customs...
Nevermind.
>:D I sure hope he eventually ends up attempting to possess Cormac... That would make for an interesting situation...
Given the fact that he would essentially have to affect the other person's nervous system to cancel out the pain, I don't really see why he would need to experience pain himself as a drawback, unless it were some sort of side effect of using the power in general, rather than getting an analogue of the other person's pain. Having your sensory apparatus tampered with can already have its own nasty set of complications. Chiefly among which an incapability to feel pain might lead someone to ignore dangerous injuries, causing additional tear and damage. Not to mention the possibility of temporarily losing some dexterity or fine motor control in the process. But that's not really my place to say... <_<
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