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That little blurb at the end is all I get for my masterfully crafted stick-poking? I'm disappointed... ;)
Cora entered through the main door of the building, having already been up and about for a good hour before the meeting was to take place. She had not stayed in the accommodations provided by Hawk, as the others had, but instead had retreated back to her father's estates. Suspicion was a difficult thing to avoid from a man such as her sire, but she managed it with stories of young men and entirely indecent outings, told in hushed secrecy to the maids, who in turn told other maids, who in turn told the stable boys, who in turn told the menservants, and so on until the tales reached her father. If she gave him something to be suspicious about, he might not bother casting his nets for anything deeper, and the harder she made it for him to find this tales of indecency, the more believable they became.
And so it was that she was now able to come and go at almost any hour, without arousing any suspicion of the wrong sort. She had to be careful, however, to at least put on a mask pf propriety. Act as though there actually was something to hide. Sneak in late, leave the house early, and always create a believable excuse so her father could discover her planted rumors on his own. It would have been quite an exhausting chore for most, but for her it was simply another piece in the never-ending game of stones they played. Except her father didn't even realize he was playing.
Closing the door behind her, she turned to those who had already gathered in the room, nodding to Hawk as she took her seat at the table. Her gaze then swept to regard the others. "I take it you all slept well?" Her eyes fixed pointedly on Solomon. "How did you find the beds?" There was a slight emphasis on the plurality of the last word. "Comfortable, I hope. I myself have never stayed a night in the accommodations Hawk provides, but I've heard they are always quite well furnished. I've even heard it said that the chairs themselves are soft enough to sleep in."
And so it was that she was now able to come and go at almost any hour, without arousing any suspicion of the wrong sort. She had to be careful, however, to at least put on a mask pf propriety. Act as though there actually was something to hide. Sneak in late, leave the house early, and always create a believable excuse so her father could discover her planted rumors on his own. It would have been quite an exhausting chore for most, but for her it was simply another piece in the never-ending game of stones they played. Except her father didn't even realize he was playing.
Closing the door behind her, she turned to those who had already gathered in the room, nodding to Hawk as she took her seat at the table. Her gaze then swept to regard the others. "I take it you all slept well?" Her eyes fixed pointedly on Solomon. "How did you find the beds?" There was a slight emphasis on the plurality of the last word. "Comfortable, I hope. I myself have never stayed a night in the accommodations Hawk provides, but I've heard they are always quite well furnished. I've even heard it said that the chairs themselves are soft enough to sleep in."
So your solution to a lack of posts is to continue the lack of posts...
If you're going to post, then post. It's like the bad guy monologue. Don't talk about it, just do it. I don't want to be the guy that starts the double posting.
If you're going to post, then post. It's like the bad guy monologue. Don't talk about it, just do it. I don't want to be the guy that starts the double posting.
Ooh... I'll start thinking up some clever monikers. ;)
"Oh, them. They're downstairs in the lobby. A couple civvies, but mostly cops. Didn't put up much of a fight, if I'm honest. I felt bad about that. Figured I'd come turn myself in."
He remained facing away from her the entire time he was speaking, his hands behind his head like she'd told him to place them, his feet shoulder width apart and his body relaxed. Or as relaxed as he could be, at any rate. He was getting kind of tired of these little mind games. If she hadn't moved, and from the sound of her voice she hasn't, she was a mere eight feet away from him. His staff was six when fully extended, and his arm could make up the difference. He was starting to doubt that his ploy would work, she just kept getting more cautious the more she talked, so he decided to opt for a more active approach.
Without doing anything prior to give himself away, things like saying a few witty words to the tune of "on second thought" or "you know, I've had a change of heart", he spun back to face her, left hand gripping the end of his staff as be moved and pulling it free of his back. It swung out in a horizontal arc as it extended, aimed for the girl's right hip. If it struck, it would be hard enough to crush all the affected bones then and there, and the electrical charge it would generate would be more than enough to kill a human.
He remained facing away from her the entire time he was speaking, his hands behind his head like she'd told him to place them, his feet shoulder width apart and his body relaxed. Or as relaxed as he could be, at any rate. He was getting kind of tired of these little mind games. If she hadn't moved, and from the sound of her voice she hasn't, she was a mere eight feet away from him. His staff was six when fully extended, and his arm could make up the difference. He was starting to doubt that his ploy would work, she just kept getting more cautious the more she talked, so he decided to opt for a more active approach.
Without doing anything prior to give himself away, things like saying a few witty words to the tune of "on second thought" or "you know, I've had a change of heart", he spun back to face her, left hand gripping the end of his staff as be moved and pulling it free of his back. It swung out in a horizontal arc as it extended, aimed for the girl's right hip. If it struck, it would be hard enough to crush all the affected bones then and there, and the electrical charge it would generate would be more than enough to kill a human.
The only reason he's not dead is because a second one of Drall's character's who was not given a sheet or approved for the fight swooped in out of nowhere and miraculously saved him at the last second. Anywhere else, that would be GMing.
The only way I'd be okay with Adrian rejoining is if Drall comes back before LeeRoy posts and finds a legitimate way to not die from my last attack. Being saved by your ethereal father from hell in the last instant before your brain fries is not a legitimate way, unless summoning said father to teleport you out of danger is one of your listed abilities and was approved for use.
I apologize if this sounds harsh, but by all rights Adrian's miraculous rescue shouldn't have been allowed in the first place, and the only reason I didn't object was because he was out of the fight either way and exactly how that happened is irrelevant. I'm not willing to allow him to use a GMing move to survive my attack then jump back into the fight entirely unharmed. It goes against every combat RP bone in my body, and would be a cheap shot to Arty. Sorry Drall.
If he wants to create a new character and join with him, I'd be perfectly okay with that, but if Arty was beaten by one of you I wouldn't expect to be able to bring him back into the same fight at prime fighting level just because he wasn't technically dead, even if the avoidance of death was a legitimate one.
Also: Dynamo has decided not to participate in this fight, so you can remove him from the post order.
The only way I'd be okay with Adrian rejoining is if Drall comes back before LeeRoy posts and finds a legitimate way to not die from my last attack. Being saved by your ethereal father from hell in the last instant before your brain fries is not a legitimate way, unless summoning said father to teleport you out of danger is one of your listed abilities and was approved for use.
I apologize if this sounds harsh, but by all rights Adrian's miraculous rescue shouldn't have been allowed in the first place, and the only reason I didn't object was because he was out of the fight either way and exactly how that happened is irrelevant. I'm not willing to allow him to use a GMing move to survive my attack then jump back into the fight entirely unharmed. It goes against every combat RP bone in my body, and would be a cheap shot to Arty. Sorry Drall.
If he wants to create a new character and join with him, I'd be perfectly okay with that, but if Arty was beaten by one of you I wouldn't expect to be able to bring him back into the same fight at prime fighting level just because he wasn't technically dead, even if the avoidance of death was a legitimate one.
Also: Dynamo has decided not to participate in this fight, so you can remove him from the post order.
Read the IC posts so far. Everything you need to know is there.
That shimmery blue thing surrounding the woman could be trouble. He'd probably have to find a way around it before he could take her down and collect his bounty. Scenarios started racing through his head, various ways of forcing her to drop the shield or simply bypassing it entirely, until suddenly she handed him the Trojan horse he needed. He'd turned his mask's vocalizer back down to normal levels, and was now speaking at the same volume she was.
"Alright, alright, you got me. I'll come quietly."
He turned away as ordered and dropped the broken megaphone as he raised his hands behind his head, very conveniently placing the staff and sword sheathed on his back within easy reach. Maybe she wouldn't notice that bit, after all, miracles DO happen. Even if she did though, he doubted he'd need them to beat her in close quarters. What little intel he'd been able to gather indicated most of her power was ranged, whereas he was the exact opposite. Stick him in close and there are very few people he can't beat.
"Alright, alright, you got me. I'll come quietly."
He turned away as ordered and dropped the broken megaphone as he raised his hands behind his head, very conveniently placing the staff and sword sheathed on his back within easy reach. Maybe she wouldn't notice that bit, after all, miracles DO happen. Even if she did though, he doubted he'd need them to beat her in close quarters. What little intel he'd been able to gather indicated most of her power was ranged, whereas he was the exact opposite. Stick him in close and there are very few people he can't beat.
We're all in the same location, so yes.
I told you he was underpowered from the get-go. Lol.
Since he controls fire and it's his main power, I'd suggest a base temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius for focused attacks (unfocused attacks should have reduced heat due to their drastically increased difficulty to avoid. This would prevent a PG move like lighting up the entire forest instantly with 2,000 degree fire, since otherwise you technically could do it), and you could charge it up at a rate of 2,000 degrees per charging post.
That would be my suggestion.
Since he controls fire and it's his main power, I'd suggest a base temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius for focused attacks (unfocused attacks should have reduced heat due to their drastically increased difficulty to avoid. This would prevent a PG move like lighting up the entire forest instantly with 2,000 degree fire, since otherwise you technically could do it), and you could charge it up at a rate of 2,000 degrees per charging post.
That would be my suggestion.
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