Genni

Mana-Script Academy: Alteration

How would you feel about a girl whose skin could change colour?

To start with she wouldn't be able to control this ability, and it would change based on her emotional state, but over time she could learn to blend into her surroundings or even gain resistance to elemental damages based off of the colour she became. The downside would be her emotional control, with her having to keep herself focused in order to use her powers, and any sort of emotional distress would make them go haywire.

Streets of Dolorragh: A Dark RP

Figure 1: Typical Dolorrites

@Ubermensch

Armour? Pah! Cowards.

A REAL Dolorrite

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

At the moment I'm just throwing out ideas hoping other players will want to collaborate in some way. Isabel might even be drawn to the charismatic signals coming out of the CPLA, since she'd have no prejudice against the Chairman's seemingly egalitarian message.

Then again, she might just like the sound of Curie's voice over the airwaves, given that Isabel prefers to deal with robots than humans.

Fallout: Danger Within - a deception based RP

I'd need at least five players to make the idea work well, and while I could play as characters myself this would undermine the idea of it a little too much since it would effectively eliminate anyone I was playing as a suspect for the other players.

Unless I was being really tricky with what was going on to keep everyone on their toes.

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

@NecroKnight@Wampower Travis's broadcast might have unfortunate consequences for Piper.

In the game Isabel saw the Silver Shroud as a miscreant deserving punishment after mistaking the Sole Survivor's actions as hostile, and she might misread Travis's message as a confession that Diamond City is a nest of raiders who've just lost one of their number to her fully functioning and in no way mistaken 'justice droids'. This might lead to her building up for a full blown attack on the stadium, believing they need to be driven out to Nuka-World along with their fellow raiders.

On the other hand, she might make a push for the Nuka-World Transit Center in order to make it more difficult for any raiders to use the monorail to re-enter the Commonwealth until she can build an army large enough to attack the park directly.

@Polaris North The third option would be for her to listen in on Kent's Silver Shroud broadcasts and decide that Goodneighbour has a fellow defender of justice active there. She might make an attempt to try and meet up with the hero to try and form 'The New Unstoppables'.

She might be a little unhappy if she finds out the Silver Shroud isn't real, unless someone tries to trick her into helping Goodneighbour instead of slaughtering everyone in the neighbourhood. This could offer Hancock another source of 'security' for his expension plans, rather than relying on the Triggermen.

Heirs of the Dark Lord

“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence.
Storm I know you are coming.”
^{- Robert Fanney}

As the convivium convened the echoing voices of whispered conversation purred around the chamber, filling the little empty space there was with rumours, gossip and secrets. At one time the chamber had been nothing more than a stairwell in the great fortress, but at some point in the last few hundred years an enterprising Sister had realised that the unique acoustics combined with the solid stone walkways connecting multiple levels for easy access made the location perfect for the informal gatherings of the Council, and since that time any major gathering was called to the well.

Standing on the lowest level, at the very base of the staircase, the Triplets let the sound of conversation wash over them. Where they stood the three women could easily eavesdrop on almost every word echoing above them, even those whispered at the very highest level of the tall, thin chamber. Listening carefully each took note of the news filtering in through the network of believers, agents and followers scattered across the fallen kingdom, taking note of items of interest as they drew the elder Sisters' attention.

Several floors up a Sister stepped forwards, taking a bold position on the very edge of the ancient staircase before raising her voice above the general hubbub around her. "Sisters," she pronounced, drawing many hushed whispers to order as she waved a sheaf of parchment over her head. "I have a matter which must be brought to your attention. A grave matter which potentially threatens the very bedrock of our order."

Pausing for a moment to let the gravity of the proclamation sink into place even as the handmaidens loyal to the Sister made their way through the crowd distributing copies of the pamphlet in question to the gathered ladies. "This vile document strikes at the heart of our honour, deriding the respect and social position many of us have worked for years to establish amongst the faithful, and I call for immediate action to be taken to quash its intent with all due speed."

Conversations burst around the chamber as the gathered masses began to debate the issue, the copies of the document in question being passed between the Sisters as they quickly perused the content before handing it along for others to consider. Some became enraged as they read the words contained in the pamphlet, while others covered their mouths to try and supress a chuckle at the same content. One or two slipped the parchment into their robes for more detailed perusal later in the privacy of their quarters, preferably with a glass of wine.

After several minutes another Sister stepped forwards, only a few levels above the first. "I'm sorry, but the story of Sister Lascivious and her comforting ways don't seem to be an issue which needs to be taken too seriously. It is, after all, just an erotic novel with none of the details about our order being correct in anything but the most generalised way."

As the conversations around the stairwell broke down once more, Sister Evangeline stepped back and made her way over to Sister Brokentusk's side. "You have to enjoy the cut and thrust of debate, don't you find?" She asked her orkish friend.

"I find it all a little tedious," the green-skinned elder responded, glancing down at the pamphlet she'd been handed for a moment with casual disdain, before tucking it away inside her robe for later. "It keeps the younger Sisters in order though, which is always a good thing."

Sister Brokentusk was one of the oldest of the Council, and but for her race would've been named as a Triplet many years earlier. Her insight and wisdom was still called upon by her colleagues often enough for her to understand her true place amongst her fellow Sisters, and many looked to her for leadership in troubled times.

Moving closer Evangeline reached inside her robes and pulled out another piece of parchment, carefully unfolding it before handing it to the elder. "I think you might find this missive more entertaining," the younger Sister said, handing the message over. "It seems the vampires are looking for a little assistance once more."

Turning her gaze to the document, while still keeping an eye on the proceedings around her, Brokentusk quickly read over the proposal before handing the parchment back to her colleague with a nod. "Mirabella. We've had dealings with her before I recall, but not for quite some time. Can she be trusted in upholding her side of the bargain, do you think?"

Nodding her head Evangeline tucked the document away once more. "I see no reason to doubt her," the Sister replied, "She has no reason to act against us, and Rotwatch is less important to us than a stable relationship with the Alliance, even one held at arm's length."

Waving her hand Brokentusk smiled at her fellow Sister as she turned away to listen to the brewing debate filling the chamber around her. She was beginning to wonder how long it would take before anyone asked where exactly the erotic novel had been written, and wondered if anyone considered that one of her favoured handmaidens had been the author. "Send word to our people and have them make preparations. I'm sure they know how best to act so as not to draw too much attention."

"Certainly Sister," Evangeline smiled, plans already unravelling inside her head as she calculated which agents would be required to not only aid the vampires but also to filter off the sufficient number of 'survivors' to pay the levy for the rest's miraculous escape. There was also the matter of where the new followers would be housed after the attack, with various settlements throughout the low lands within easy walking distance for the peasants springing to mind.

Taking her leave Evangeline stepped back from the well, quickly making her way out into the connecting corridor and along the passageway to her quarters. There were many letters to be written this night, the first to the vampire to accept the offer, along with the maps and garrison details of Rotwatch which would make the assault all the easier for the bloodsuckers.

Heirs of the Dark Lord

Looks like the Widows' plan to poison the Isle of Shipwrecks' food supply managed to kill off the old lich after all. :p

Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

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Day One

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The Mechanist's lair, formerly Robotics Technology Facility RB-2851

As she looked over the reports trickling in from her units on the surface, Isabel smiled to herself with pride. Her plan had worked, or at least it appeared to have from what she was seeing. All across the sectors she'd released her peacekeeping robots into All Clear signals were coming in. Finally the villains who'd preyed on the innocents for so long had been brought to heel under her watchful eye.

"Looks like we're winning this war on injustice, Sparky," she said turning to her eyebot companion. "The Commonwealth is safe and free once more."

As the hovering droid beeped and whirred in response Isabel couldn't help but feel an emptiness inside. Her mission was complete, at least for now. She had no illusion that the forces of darkness would return in time, rising up against the innocent and helpless as they strove to plunge the world once more into chaos, but for now all she had to do was to watch and wait diligently for the next threat to appear.

Glancing over at the polished chrome helmet of her armour, Isabel began to wonder if now would be the best time to present herself in person to the world above. It had been years since she'd last walked on the surface, instead relying on her metal minions to act in her stead, but perhps this period of peace and tranqulity offered the opportunity to once more become a part of the world above.

Turning back to her console, Isabel began to scan the radio frequencies for signs of civilisation, hoping to detect some signal which would let her know that other heroes and valiant individuals were also at work to help make the world a better place for all.

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Fallout: Chaos (Retired)

@Polaris North Is Kent Connolly still making his 'Silver Shroud' broadcasts from Goodneighbour?

The Rhythm of the Night

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Checking to make sure both of her cats were comfortably asleep in their cradles, Miranda pulled her hoodie up over her head and slipped out the front door. Quickly making her way down the stairs to ground level she let the Beat flow from inside her, wrapping itself around her as her body faded from sight. It was useful to be able to move without being seen, but Miranda still had to be careful not to make too much noise just in case any of her neighbours were around.

Stepping out into the side alley linking the gated garden area to the main street Miranda relaxed for a moment, letting herself become visible as she let her hand glow to release the built up energy she'd gathered in the few moments it had taken to slip out of the housing complex. As the energies flowed out of her, the Beat filling her ears as she let it flow freely, her eyes gazed up at the renovated block of apartments at the far end of the block.

Only a couple of years earlier she'd have been living in that building, rather than the cheaper run-down residence she was in now. She didn't regret a thing though, her life back then had been one of compromise and daily regret for the things she'd been forced to do to afford such a rich home, and she was far more comfortable with herself in her new place than she'd ever been in the old one.

With the excess energy bled away Miranda moved out into the street. The block was far enough from the town centre to avoid too much traffic this time of night, but there was still the sound of merrymaking and companionship coming from the bar, tempting the former executive inside with the warmth and light spilling from inside.

Turning her back without a second though Miranda instead darted across the road and vanished into an alleyway leading to the next street over. Somewhere out there someone was committing a crime, and she really needed to find that person and punch them until they agreed to stop.

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