Would Muslim or Catholic be her only choices, or would she also be introduced to Protestant, Sikh, Judaism, Daoism, Buddhism, Wiccan, Humanism, Jedism, Agnosticism, Nihilism, Atheism, etc, etc, etc?
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Sounds interesting, but I'm not sure what characters players would be. Do we take on the roles of the Seasons, the Flames, or just ordinary, doomed humans?
I was thinking of the group being 'survivors' from the different raider groups who had been left alive after the "kill-all" order had been sent, and who had blacked out for several hours before waking up to find themselves covered in their friends' blood and viscera.
After hearing stories of Synths having attacked people at random at roughly the same time as the blackout some of them would've put two and two together and realised the truth about themselves, but given the hellscape they lived in decided to ignore the truth aqnd keep on raiding. Of course given that raiders aren't the most gifted intellectuals, some would've put two and two together and realised they must've had some really good chems before the blackout and now want to find out what the hell they were so they can get more.
How long did the signal last for, and did the sleepers return to a stable mode once it ended?
After hearing stories of Synths having attacked people at random at roughly the same time as the blackout some of them would've put two and two together and realised the truth about themselves, but given the hellscape they lived in decided to ignore the truth aqnd keep on raiding. Of course given that raiders aren't the most gifted intellectuals, some would've put two and two together and realised they must've had some really good chems before the blackout and now want to find out what the hell they were so they can get more.
How long did the signal last for, and did the sleepers return to a stable mode once it ended?
How would you feel about a raider who had just becoming aware that they weren't natural, their synthetic nature a new discovery to themselves and a secret to hide from others?
With their own gang killed during a recent 'inconvenient incident' they collected together a small group of similarly afflicted raiders to keep their secrets hidden, while continuing with their booze and chem fuelled lifestyle.
With their own gang killed during a recent 'inconvenient incident' they collected together a small group of similarly afflicted raiders to keep their secrets hidden, while continuing with their booze and chem fuelled lifestyle.
Location: Camp Equinox airstrip
Slapping the release on her harness Trixie leapt up onto her feet calling out "Sir Yessir!" in a bright, cheery tone before turning to her pack. Quickly pulling the oversized rucksack onto her back the technician began marching down the ramp onto the tarmac, seemingly oblivious to the sheer amount of things falling around her as she bounced from foot to foot. In her wake some items began to follow on their own legs, lifting and pushing the rest along to follow her as Trixie followed the lights across the runway towards the nearby cluster of buildings.
Peering around her the tech took in her surroundings, examining every detail she could as she tutted to herself. "Whoever's in charge of the air conditioning around here has no idea about the correct placement of ducts and vents," she murmured under her breath, eyes tracing the walls from one armoured shutter to the next as she mapped out the paths as if she could see through the walls.
A moment later she turned her attention down to her ankle, where one of the small droids was pulling incessently on her cuff. The small automaton was urgently gesturing in a different direction, and it took a minute for Trixie to realise she'd wandered off of the assigned path. Quickly she broke her stride to scurry back into line with her fellow cadets, before once more bouncing along in what she thought was a properly military fashion. "Thanks sparky," she 'whispered' down at her little friend, "That coulda been embarrassing."
That's what allows her to precisely target body parts when aiming, but she still needs to actually aim herself.
Unfortunately her speed of 8 meant she wasn't fast enough to act quicker than Arton with his speed of 3, so he managed to take out the undead soldier she fired at before her arrow could hit it, leaving the arrow flying towards Rio instead. I take it that this was due to the number of things she was doing simultaneously (Light Step to launch into the air, aiming, channelling mana, launching arrow compared to just swinging a sword.)
Unfortunately her speed of 8 meant she wasn't fast enough to act quicker than Arton with his speed of 3, so he managed to take out the undead soldier she fired at before her arrow could hit it, leaving the arrow flying towards Rio instead. I take it that this was due to the number of things she was doing simultaneously (Light Step to launch into the air, aiming, channelling mana, launching arrow compared to just swinging a sword.)
She'll be sitting on the sidelines for the first round or so, using her Keen Eye ability and Darkvision racial trait to learn more about her enemies before committing to an action which almost sets fire to a teammate. :p
Rolling out of bed Miranda took a moment to simply stand there, wondering whether standing up had even been a good idea for several long moments. Finally Jasper's incessant presence against her leg made the former executive give out a deep, heavy sigh, and with sluggish steps she made her way over to the kitchenette of her small but functional apartment. It wasn't much to look at, the large bed/sitting room with the open-plan kitchen attached, the bathroom with a surprisingly large tub hidden away behind a frosted glass window to one side and the balcony giving a shaded view out over the communal garden to the rear. These days it was more than adequate for Miranda's needs though.
Reaching up into the cupboard, the lonely woman pulled down a box of cat biscuits, before pulling open another door down by her knees and fishing out a can of cat food to go with it. Taking the time to carefully measure out the food to the proportions the internet advised were the best for a balanced diet, Miranda filled the two cat bowls and set them down on the floor in the corner where the colourful mat had been laid to denote the feeding spot for her two pets.
Almost before her hands had left the bowl Jasper's face was already buried in the wet mess, hungrily gobbling down the nutritious and apparently tasty grub. A few seconds later Calypso appeared, arching her back as she rose from her own slumber before sauntering casually over to her meal. Sitting herself down she sniffed at the offering a few times before lazily beginning to eat, judging the food worthy of her ownership.
Miranda smiled as she watched the two. Both of them were individuals and so different, but at the same time they both reminded her of herself in different respects. As she ruminated on the thought her hand reached out to the fruit bowl and pulled out the last banana, which had been resting by itself in the sculpted glass tray. without even thinking she peeled off the skin and began to chew the slightly dried out flesh, making her way over to the bathroom to clean herself up a little.
Standing in front of the mirror she quickly peeled off her clothes, examining the bruises running up the side of her body as she prodded them carefully. They were healing up well, with only a little tenderness remaining, but the bright livid marks still stood out plainly against her paling skin. It had been quite a while since she'd been out during the day and her once tanned, healthy skin was beginning to fade into a shadow of its former glory. Looking into the mirror Miranda saw a ghost of her former self looking back at her, which seemed all too fitting given her current circumstances.
Letting out another heavy sigh she quickly washed and dressed herself in some casual clothes before making her way out onto the balcony. The Beat was loud in her head today, so she quickly pulled her headphones over her ears and turned up the volume, giving herself something, anything other to listen to instead of the repeating, steady rhythms which accompanied her every second of every day. Lighting up a hand-rolled cigarette, with a little added extra thanks to Manny, Miranda lowered herself into her recliner and lifted her legs up onto the rail, assuming her comfortable, habitual pose ready for another day doing nothing.
Reaching up into the cupboard, the lonely woman pulled down a box of cat biscuits, before pulling open another door down by her knees and fishing out a can of cat food to go with it. Taking the time to carefully measure out the food to the proportions the internet advised were the best for a balanced diet, Miranda filled the two cat bowls and set them down on the floor in the corner where the colourful mat had been laid to denote the feeding spot for her two pets.
Almost before her hands had left the bowl Jasper's face was already buried in the wet mess, hungrily gobbling down the nutritious and apparently tasty grub. A few seconds later Calypso appeared, arching her back as she rose from her own slumber before sauntering casually over to her meal. Sitting herself down she sniffed at the offering a few times before lazily beginning to eat, judging the food worthy of her ownership.
Miranda smiled as she watched the two. Both of them were individuals and so different, but at the same time they both reminded her of herself in different respects. As she ruminated on the thought her hand reached out to the fruit bowl and pulled out the last banana, which had been resting by itself in the sculpted glass tray. without even thinking she peeled off the skin and began to chew the slightly dried out flesh, making her way over to the bathroom to clean herself up a little.
Standing in front of the mirror she quickly peeled off her clothes, examining the bruises running up the side of her body as she prodded them carefully. They were healing up well, with only a little tenderness remaining, but the bright livid marks still stood out plainly against her paling skin. It had been quite a while since she'd been out during the day and her once tanned, healthy skin was beginning to fade into a shadow of its former glory. Looking into the mirror Miranda saw a ghost of her former self looking back at her, which seemed all too fitting given her current circumstances.
Letting out another heavy sigh she quickly washed and dressed herself in some casual clothes before making her way out onto the balcony. The Beat was loud in her head today, so she quickly pulled her headphones over her ears and turned up the volume, giving herself something, anything other to listen to instead of the repeating, steady rhythms which accompanied her every second of every day. Lighting up a hand-rolled cigarette, with a little added extra thanks to Manny, Miranda lowered herself into her recliner and lifted her legs up onto the rail, assuming her comfortable, habitual pose ready for another day doing nothing.
@OliveYou Trixie just got herself comfortable on the transport. Are you going to be the one to break her heart and tell her her promotion's been cancelled, or will you make the chief do it, breaking the old man's heart as well?
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