@ERode Considering you yourself acknowledged they're walking into a slaughter, I'll give you a bit more leeway than most. I don't see a lot of this band surviving.
That step had it in for me....
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Tsukimichi Moonlit Fantasy has an ordinary-looking MC that to the world he'd been Isekai'd to, the humans find him incredibly ugly.
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Gkids did a special theater showing of My Neighbor Totoro, tonight was the last night. Pity.
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Woke up Christmas night and there was Santa glaring at me from the door. At least I think it was Santa. We had a marine neighbor, or maybe it was dad? Only neither one had a beard.
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I am a seven-foot tall minecraft-playing hindu guru drag-queen alien.
Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
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Possessor of an Ancient Device™ Model 17. No, I don't know what it does. No, you can't play with it.
Pronouns: It. As in: "What is it? What does it want? Why is it here? Oh my god, it's got my... <insert random body part or object here>"
Likes: World Domination, Writing, Rpg, scifi/fantasy, anime, sketchup 3d models, and anime music videos.
Companions: a host of characters from other games, my personal muse Penny (as in Bad), and the Badger gang - Toothpick, Buttons, Shark, and Mongo. They grew up in the balcony of an old theatre that played a lot of gangster movies. Normally benign, but may invade the OOC forums.
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That step had it in for me....
Oh, but water is a classic medium for rebirth. Pity. Still, the cleaning staff will be happy they don't have to mop up afterward.
Bring on the pantheon!
Bring on the pantheon!
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Ooh, I like that idea. That Morganna gives reincarnations fanfare
Meanwhile, Drasil's rescues pop out in mid-air in the middle of no-where and fall to the ground. "Be glad to be alive."
Just guess work on my part, but I think any reincarnation Morganna will do with a bit of flair. Reincarnations may find themselves underwater, having to swim to the surface where a crowd of her worshipers are there to cheer them.
"So, what are we doing?" Jack asked himself, shaking his head. It didn't make sense for the captain to split up the crew like this, leaving the ship in the control of the engineers. Vulnerable, with fewer hands to defend it. While his team was heading off with the Cervitaur Glen, the ones that wanted to use them to win their game, while the captain was off to meet the leader of this empire who's lands they were on the edge of.
Was she hoping to make use of the cameras in his head to catch Silbermine in some compromising situation, making them the bait? If that was so, the captain was basically sacrificing them. A not unexpected situation. If the lordling's word could be trusted to return them, then he could be trusted to make an attempt on the ship, too.
Maybe the'd get lucky, maybe the Captain could convince the queen of this empire to make them autonomous, a protective enclave. If so, the rest of the crew had a good chance for survival.
His team, on the otherhand, were going to have to try and conserve their masks and hope they didn't drown in their own fluids. The human body evolved on a world with 21% oxygen in the atmosphere, not 30%. Not even the doctors were sure what would happen without their masks. Their alveoli could burst, their lungs collapse, or develop pneumonia. Overstimulated, their minds could slip into delusions.
And what tests could they do on the atmosphere zones? Under greater pressure and higher oxygen, the atmospheric layers were closer together. Radio might not stretch as far as they were traveling, not that they had any distances.
Nothing he could do about it now.
Was she hoping to make use of the cameras in his head to catch Silbermine in some compromising situation, making them the bait? If that was so, the captain was basically sacrificing them. A not unexpected situation. If the lordling's word could be trusted to return them, then he could be trusted to make an attempt on the ship, too.
Maybe the'd get lucky, maybe the Captain could convince the queen of this empire to make them autonomous, a protective enclave. If so, the rest of the crew had a good chance for survival.
His team, on the otherhand, were going to have to try and conserve their masks and hope they didn't drown in their own fluids. The human body evolved on a world with 21% oxygen in the atmosphere, not 30%. Not even the doctors were sure what would happen without their masks. Their alveoli could burst, their lungs collapse, or develop pneumonia. Overstimulated, their minds could slip into delusions.
And what tests could they do on the atmosphere zones? Under greater pressure and higher oxygen, the atmospheric layers were closer together. Radio might not stretch as far as they were traveling, not that they had any distances.
Nothing he could do about it now.
"... The intermix chamber and containment field are stable," Miles said, pausing for a moment. "Initializing the reactor in three, two, one, activating!"
On the power board, a panel of gages and buttons lit up as needles and readouts began to move and spin up. A barely perceptible vibration could be felt through the deck as the massive matter/antimatter generator came to life at its most minimal level. While not ready to send power surging though the warp core, it was enough to take over powering the ship's systems. As if in agreement, a bank of relays made a soft clunk as the left side of the power board, traditionally the port side, switched to standby.
His eye swept over the console, no doubt mirroring the more experienced operators behind him.
"Chief engineer to bridge," Miles stated, holding down the intercom button, "reporting that the matter/antimatter generator is online as of 15:48. Starbase power is on standby. We can disconnect the umbilicals at your command."
Now, would the bridge order him to shutdown the reactor and restore power from Starbase One, or....?
On the power board, a panel of gages and buttons lit up as needles and readouts began to move and spin up. A barely perceptible vibration could be felt through the deck as the massive matter/antimatter generator came to life at its most minimal level. While not ready to send power surging though the warp core, it was enough to take over powering the ship's systems. As if in agreement, a bank of relays made a soft clunk as the left side of the power board, traditionally the port side, switched to standby.
His eye swept over the console, no doubt mirroring the more experienced operators behind him.
"Chief engineer to bridge," Miles stated, holding down the intercom button, "reporting that the matter/antimatter generator is online as of 15:48. Starbase power is on standby. We can disconnect the umbilicals at your command."
Now, would the bridge order him to shutdown the reactor and restore power from Starbase One, or....?
I'll try to get a post up tomorrow.
Posted. Sorry, I ran out of time and dashed this off.
Samantha
Samantha had just poured herself a cup of coffee when her co-worker popped into the doorway of the break room, her eyes wide and her smile wider.
"Sam! Are you ready for your date tonight!"
"Rhianna?!" Sam replies, feeling her cheeks burning. "Yes, uh, thank you?"
"Brian said you had to change the time to 8:30?" she asked, coming over. "What's that about?"
"I have to run home to change, I can't go out like this!" Sam replied, stepping back with her coffee cup. "And there's an errand that might run a little long."
"An errand? Can't you just do it later?"
"No, there's been so many changes lately with their schedule, this is the only time I have to see them."
Rhianna froze, then turned to Sam with an anguished face. "Is it another date? Did you double-book on my brother...?"
"Oh! No, nothing like that," Sam replied, feeling the blush in her cheeks grow hotter. "It's purely professional. I have to see someone about a contract."
"Legal stuff? Are you being sued?"
"Just a small settlement," Sam says.
"Oh, you were a marine before, is it that Camp Lejeune poisoned water thing... Wait, are you sick?!"
"No, no!" Sam said, waving her hands dismissively. "I'm fine, but there's some things I have to talk to them about, that's all."
"So late?" her co-worker asked, turning back to pour herself a cup of coffee
"They're doing me a small favor," Sam lied. "I really need to get back to my desk. I'll see you later."
"Well, if you're sure you're alright..." Rhianna said, turning with cup in hand, but Sam had already left the break room.
At five P.M., the office stirred to life as the assistants shut down their systems and gathered their things. Rhianna glanced over to Sam's desk, but the other woman was already slipping out of the door before she could get out a word.
"Is that a marine thing?" Rhianna griped.
Sam's car drove west for several blocks before pulling into a storage facility. When she came out, she was wearing a trench coat over a Fratello pizza delivery uniform, carrying a pizza delivery bag. Keying in her code, she waited as the gate retracted before pulling back out into the street.
The guard looked up as the Fratello delivery driver entered the lobby, a blonde woman.
"You're not the usual guy," he said as she walked up to his desk. "Better looking than the usual guy."
"Yeah? Well, he broke his arm last night," Sam smiled, remembering the snap. "So they sent me, instead. A delivery for Mr. Temor?"
"Yeah, sign the book then go to the 47th floor."
The guard glanced down at the almost unreadable signature, then watched as Sam sashayed towards the elevator, shaking his head in regret.
The man who opened the suite door frowned at Sam, but before he could say anything her hand chopped at his throat. Eyes wide and choking, he fell back, and Sam strode in, her guns barely making any noise thanks to subsonic ammunition and her suppressors.
"What's... this about?" Temor demanded, still sitting at his desk.
"What's it about?" Sam repeated. "You really should be more careful when you poison your customers' babies, Mr. Temor."
"What? No, the courts cleared me...!" he protested.
"Your lawyers got you off on a technicality," she corrected, raising her pistols. "There will be no repeal, Mr. Temor."
"What?" the guard asked as another Fratello driver showed up with pizzas. "They having a party up there or what?"
"No, just the regular order. That moron broke his arm last night..."
The guard's jaw dropped, just before he hit the security alarm.
"What the hell, buddy?" the pizza guy asked as the guard drew his side arm. Nobody noticed when a side door opened over the sound of the sirens.
She changed back at her car, driving off before the police arrived, heading downtown.
The parking garage was packed full on the lower floors, so Sam finally gave up and went to the almost deserted top deck. However, as she got out of her car, she saw the sign on the elvator.
Sam swore, then headed towards the stairs. "I'm going to be late," she grumbled, running down the stairs. On the fourth floor, however, her shoe got caught by something and she fell through the window.
"Whoa, look dude," the kid filming his buddy said as she came flying out the window, staring at the electrical wires below.
"I wish I could fly," she managed before landing on the wires, electricity arching as she shorted the power, then bounced to the street below. She managed to raise her head to see a horrified clown driving an ice cream truck before it all went black....
I'm doing okay. Got sought out by another gamer I know for a funny D&D game. Basically we're all lost souls and if we want to avoid the dark, we have to do something.
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