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1 yr ago
I have an RP idea in mind where you play either a militarized task force designed to eliminate paranormal activity, or something akin to the Umbrella Secret Service.
1 yr ago
I am trying to worldbuild god civs akin to the Time Lords or Xeelee, but so far I've yet to get anything concrete down. It is a tad frustrating, but I'll come up with something eventually. I hope.
1 yr ago
@Obscene: And that is true. I might try that with a character I'm making for a fic actually. Though they'll be no-nonsense in a largely jovial kind of way.
1 yr ago
Yeah. Static was just what popped into my head as the closest descriptor since those are less focused on the character's arc or internal struggle. Not the best wording to use admittedly.
1 yr ago
I just want more protagonists with that same resolve, or barring that ones who aren't confused young adults looking to find their place in life analogues.
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>This gives me The Magicians vibes. My main question here though is since this takes place in an alternate Earth for all intents and purposes, can we also perform magic that has been attempted in real life? Things like the rituals in Thelema perhaps? Or Enochian? Maybe not exactly the same but similar.




Location: Mandalore

Gretho and crew would stay silent for the majority of Satine's greeting, the hiss of recycled air from the respirators they wore being the only sound to emanate from their suits aside from the occasional whirring of hidden servos and other such mechanisms as they glanced at the guards that surrounded them, and two additional groups of disparate people. Their allies in all likelihood the captain surmised, though from which universes Daniel had fetched them he couldn't even begin to say. Still, it was far from the strangest thing any of them had witnessed over the course of their long lives, nor the most shocking, so he paid it little mind. At length, however, Gretho reminded himself of the job they had all been brought here to do and refocused his attention.

"Dimensional engineering is the long of it," he remarked, training his gaze on the Duchess at last. Or at least that's what it looked like anyway. In a fashion similar the facially concealing helmets the Mandalorians wore, it was rather hard to tell where any member of the Endeavor's was actually looking. A fact that was, in all likelihood, an intentional part of their equipment's design.

"The short, however, is a higher-dimensional entity did it. One going by the name of Daniel, that's what brought us all here."

He indicated the other two groups with a slight nod before falling silent. The Duchess didn't need an entire history lesson, only the basics.
>I'll be getting a post up this weekend if I can. Otherwise I am indisposed watching six dogs and doing coursework.
Elijah




Fowler watched as the rest of the townsfolk shuffled out of the building, leaving both himself and the other individuals the mayor had listed to stand awkwardly in the empty hall. Granted, that wasn't what really occupied his attention at the moment. No, that honor would go to all this talk of raiders holed up at the old munitions factory. As soon as Nicholas mentioned it Elijah had started drawing up battle plans, though without any sort of solid intel on the building's interior all these ideas would amount to little more than idle speculation, and that was the last thing he wanted to serve as the foundation of any operation's playbook — let alone one in which he happened to be involved. It was how people got killed after all. Regardless, he remained quiet for a time, allowing the mayor and the Mormon boy to say their piece; and himself some time to review the strengths and weaknesses of everyone else involved, before venturing some suggestions of his own.

"A small group can take care of this no problem, provided we have the right information and a concrete plan..." he began, taking his hand off his pistol for the first time that morning and crossing his arms instead. "The real issue will be getting into the place without being spotted."

He swept his gaze across the room, meeting the eyes of several people in the process before settling on the mayor once more.

"I suggest we go in using the surrounding tree line for cover. Maybe pick off whatever sentries and scouts they have in place, and once that's done breach the perimeter."

His mind on the matter spoken, Elijah fell back to thoughtful observation.
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>We got a bot here.
@Shu that isn't to say the dragonborn couldn't unite the Imperials and Stormcloaks against the Altmer. With the backing of the remaining Blades maybe? Doesn't mean they'd succeed but they at least would put up a fight. But eh good points.


>They couldn't. Pretty much all Bethesda protags move into the world via prophecy and then right back out again once the event is done. Just look at the Nereverine. Scurried off to Akavir (or the future if you look at it one way) once their business in Morrowind was done. Best thing would have been to try and convince Alduin to actually do his job and eat the current kalpa.

>Also the Dominion will still never be as based as the Dwemer.

The Elves were dividing; some, like the Altmer, did their best to advocate "the will of Anuiel" and so embraced the chrysalis of the Convention; others, like the Chimer, refuted all orderings and aedric measures, following their prophet to "the Stone that is not a Stone that is." The most nefarious Tower, Walk-Brass, refuted even more, refuting unto dis-creation, but we shall come to its role in the present danger to Emperor Actual in a moment. It is but a lesser pawn to the greater evil:

The Tower of White-Gold, whose Stone is Chim-el Adabal, Amulet of Kings, whose masters are returning. I speak of course of the Ayleids, for which "sometimes" was not good enough.


>Refuted existence so hard they stopped existing, or so the Moth Priests say. Besides, why bother stopping the foolish Mer in their pursuit of godhood long lost? We have AMARANTH to obtain.
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>Unfortunately, due to the number of other roleplays I've taken on at the moment, not to mention the coursework I need to do, I'll have to withdraw my interest for the time being. I wish you luck, however!




Location: Mandalore

"We've got a reply," Drin said after some time had passed. "They've requested we land and meet their Duchess. Most likely a dignitary of some sort, if not their leader outright judging by the way the speak of her."

Gretho took a second to digest that information before answering.

"Relay our acknowledgement and acceptance of their request. That means hands off the stasers Persi."

The Gallifreyan in question rolled her eyes and threw her hands up dramatically.

"Fine! But I better get to blow something up later."

"You'll get your chance when we take the fight to the Replicators newblood," Zevo remarked as she rummaged about in one of the ship's compartments. "For now come grab your gear and suit up. The last thing we need is our biodata mucking with the natural history of a planet that isn't even our own."

Maz gave a small shake of his head as Persi moved to do as she was told; being followed shortly thereafter by Drin, Qor, and Zevo herself.

"The newblood Houses always loom such... intense personalities."

The corners of Gretho's mouth quirked downwards as he gave the command to INTRA to bring the ship down to Mandalore's surface.

"Indeed."

With that the captain of the Endeavor rose to his feet and made his way towards Zevo and the others, Maz following close behind. The two of them took some easily concealed sidearms from one of the weapons lockers—nothing major, just a couple of low-powered stasers they could use to stun potential enemies if need be—along with a pair of specialized breathing masks. A minute or two later and the crew of the Endeavor had finally geared up. Their faces lay concealed behind ornate rusty-red masks designed to recycle the air they breathed, while their eyes had been reduced to baleful halos of electronic red. The attire they wore had changed also, from the mobility and combat oriented armor they usually sported, to bulky environment suits designed to minimize the overall impact they had on the world below. All that remained was the rest of their descent which, thanks to INTRA's efficiency and their drive's power, passed quickly. Having gathered near the landing ramp, the only indication of their passage through the planet's atmosphere was a slight vibration that died out as quickly as it had come.

Ultimately the ship navigated its way to the planet's capitol, coming to rest in the air a few feet above one of the many exterior landing pads. A boarding ramp lowered a few seconds later with the slight hiss of some unknown chemical particulate, and the Endeavor's crew disembarked. Surveying their surroundings briefly they trundled their way towards the nearest guard, inquired as to the location of the Duchess, and then made their way to her. Under armed escort and careful watch of course.
>It's less that they think it's big and more me pointing out the obvious size difference as part of the narration. Recall that their usual war ships can become whole cathedral embassies, and that in one story even the Capitol itself on one Gallifrey was going to be a TARDIS before the Doctor put an end to it. Although if they do note the size, being the rather arrogant race they are, they'll probably end up remarking on how unadvanced it is.

>This isn't out of malice on my part mind, it's just based on the Time Lord's track record so far, which has been...

>Less than stellar attitude wise.

>It's probably why they keep getting involved in so many universe breaking wars come to think of it...
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