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Aabcehmu posted:It’d be pretty fun if we went from a party of 1 to a party of 3 with our party members being ‘one of the primary bosses of the game’ and ‘a suit that we upgraded until it self-animated’ And a roomba
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BigFactory posted:And a roomba A dog roomba!
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Wait, would it be a roomba, or a chicken knight mounted on her valiant mechanical steed?
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That is a good point, though given that Kwiat's artifact is holy-element she might be a paladin rather than just an ordinary knight.
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Train up Kwait to be as swole as us imo We can go on merry adventures together!
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+1 i think we're gonna want to keep ҉ and [!ER_INVALID] in mind as options more than we have recently. 「Tourmaline ▮▮▮ns」, too, for that matter. The Player's still thinking of this as a slay mission with "but it'll be worth the unique of having the Fifth Lord march to her own death" so a certain amount of game fuckery between them and us/[____] might be needed edit: and it's worth pointing out that for ҉ we really need to *mean* it. i've been taking that as a sign of radical acceptance/forgiveness/love in the face of death and/or utter horror/despair/etc and with Burner/Red i think we really do mean those things Dr_Gee fucked around with this message at 18:30 on Jan 3, 2023 |
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We need to farm endlessly for blessed stat potions and dose our chicken with them until she can peck Death to... well, death.
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 OST: Waters of the Sun She smells so strange. Bittersweet. Faded burnwood. Nuclear spices. It soothes you as you clutch her and bury your head to her shoulder, shaking out the horror as Heaven answers you with a dream. Your Counselor is here for you. She's going to see this through with you. Finally, finally, finally- someone cares. ANXIETY: [1%] Red comforts you until you can breathe right again, and you sit back to wipe your face and shiver with overwhelm. You start to scoop all of your stuff into your bag as you chabber excitedly, and you don't notice that you've casually tangled up the little gold plate with your Kadath suit, poke-catching on it as it's crammed to the bottom of the pack while you force in more junk on top. Too distracted talking to her. Real her. True her. Not just a fevered dream of hell. A renegade Sunburner! She was probably in the echelons below the likes of the Thundering King, so it'd be especially important to keep her hidden safe while trying to walk to assassination. Oh, the blessing makes you sick. Red can guide you through the nightmare of the Lorded Land! She'll know the safe ways, she'll know how to keep you from screaming in the glowhot of radiance. She's squatted thoughtful on the couch while you tell her all your plans, and you're fighting with your crown to keep to that instead of telling her everything that's happened. She nods slow and mulls over something, and only breaks it to startle when you screech in realization, pointing at the huge executive case slammed on the counter. She shakes her head and arms in a [wha??] at you, and you struggle with your speaking issue to make yourself clear. You slap the case and point at all the weird danger symbols while doing a weird little hop-foot dance, and then finally get it out as she walks over; this case! It's sealed! It- one of Burner's weapons! One of her Petals!  Red's reaction startles you back. She drops into a dryadism, by seizing up treelike as she stiffly leans and snaps her face to stare at the case, frozen for a long while in plantpose before she un-rigids and slams her hands on the case. She examines it with manic intensity, and you carefully sit on the couch as you explain that absolutely nothing you've tried has opened it, and you're afraid to go to extremes in case you set off what's inside. The dryad drums her fingers on it with a weird shake of her body that might be an involuntary laugh, before she presses on the lock and makes a slow mark, fingernail glowing hot enough to deform the air. She waits a second and... and she stops what she's doing and stares at the case. She tries to open it, without success. She stares some more. The case is then thrown to the floor with an angry toss, before she squats and digs into her robe, yanking out a tiny handle-corked bottle. It's filled with a brilliant garnet paint, which she spreads a tiny amount across the edge of the case. There's a deeply uncomfortable smell and dry-heat sensation that makes the entire room crackle for a few seconds, and... nothing. Red tree-seizes for another second with disbelief. She punches the thing a few times and yanks her robe, digging inside of it to pull out a host of other little reagents, scriptwrits, inject-generators, and one novelty palm tree lighter. Red spends the next five minutes setting up a complicated miniature local-array heater, ending with her point-locally applying a truly enormous explosive blast to the case, all of its murderous sound and force cleanly popped around a 5th corner slit so all you see is the case deforming into a vibrational mess before going still again. Although it's red hot and sizzling... nothing.  Your Counselor crumples to the floor, wilted with defeat. You walk over and kneel down to comfort her, and tell her it's OK - this case was designed to contain the most powerful weapon of Burner, a Lord. Of course it'd take her level of power to force it open. Red bends her neck to a really uncomfortable angle to face-on maskstare you. You smile. She gets up slowly and looks at the case for another dryad-long time, before she kicks it and limps over to the kitchen to rummage around. You repack the case after it cools, setting up near the door with the assurance that at the very least nobody was going to be using the superdeath weapon against you two. Wait, could the greater Sunburners get it out?? God you hope not. You'll just have to keep it downplayed and hope that none of them can smell it through the case's berserk protections. You absolutely cannot bring it into the fight with Burner. If she finds out, she'll pop the case like a tricklock candybox and then blast you to Kingdom Come and a few zones past that. Hm. This sword, which hates fire. Clutch it? No, you're going to wait until you're actually down in the poo poo of the Land before that goes to hand. You look at Red and say you're ready to go, and she comes out of the kitchen with a bendy straw, which she uses to sip some sink water out of a grubby plastic bag. You ask if she's ready and what the travel plan is, as the rain picks up in strength and the world hues a deeper shade of blue. The dryad walks over and thinks, realizing that you both will have to be doing a lot of rough gesturing. She moves with stiffened grace, pulling a scrap of some flash paper from her robe, and then uranium crayon to draw a little sketch of the rough ways she's thinking.  That wasn't what you expected. A weird circumvention of a lot of the unknown area, taking it all the way down to the fenceline before heading in. But then, no, of course! She knows the hidden road. This must mean the safest paths possible to avoid anyone and anything else! You wonder why she's drawn some weird big threatening circle just to the southeast. Did you miss something that way? You could have sworn you've been there at some point, but before you can further realize something's wrong, Red has stood up and taken to the door, waiting for you. All other thought is gone. It's really here. You're going to leave your apartment, in this sad beautiful forest, with your nuclear Counselor to take a secret mission to take out an even more nuclear Lord. It's- it's not OK, but it's finally better, isn't it? God, imagine. Imagine the sheer relief a walk like this would be, with the thunder of a hundred loving souls at your back... ANXIETY: [1%] Out in the hallway, you recheck everything a fifth time and catch up to the jangle-striding dryad, though she does swing into the blue bathroom to take a minute to stare at herself in the big mirror while she looks over her outfit and thinks. You stand there and then make another excited gargle, startling you both as you do another hoppy-dance of too much energy not allowing your thoughts to get out cohesively. You dig into your pack for a while and then drag out a few things, taking a second to size up Red. Hm. Ally Status Check posted:Red can equip up to 3 Relics. It's a few minutes later, and there she stands in her shorts and t-shirt. Her robe is now a heroic cloak and hood, as she awkwardly limp-holds the wood sword and dire allmetal shield. Her waist is tied with the plain white cloth belt, which speaks of someone who has only begun their ways. You clap and say she's now a wandering (and harmlessly low-level) Hero! From afar. Before they see the burn scars. And the mask. And the robe which is pretty signaturely hers. And start to smell the ammonia, whew. But this is why the belt, so it casts a gentle doubt over the strange disguise, just enough to get away with it. You quickly leave the bathroom, as it's too small an enclosure to not start suffering tiny seizures from the steady nerve gas leaks coming from Red's hundred witchpockets of junk. Hero Red! The Red Hero? Meanwhile you look like a 'Hero' who belongs on some kind of trendy liquor bottle with a garbage fruit flavor. Good enough. You're both finally in the elevator, and you tell Red that the shield can hide her and keep her safe from the rain, while the sword is just to look cool and have something to whack things with if poo poo starts to go down. It's cool if you're not a good swordfighter. You're not either to be honest, you just fight like such a scrabbly maniac that stuff just has a hard time avoiding you. Red listens with her tree posture, the sword dragging as you both quiet into the lobby while you ghost ahead to scout. Hmn. No signs of life. Red, wait! You just need to focus...  (!PSI ESP β) 11 [1]+[2]+[2] = 5 - Success. Anything is possible if Red is with me. It's so easy to concentrate. You assume a kinda silly pose without realizing it, falling deep into the silver with a warming psychic splash. Red feels it and sways back, adjusting her mask and perking up when she can then sense something; your mushrooms. They tingle in your skull as they wake with a pip of psilolight, expanding to see the massive current of silver channeling liquid reflection. They follow the psychic stream to look over and see Red, perking up brightly at her return. Your mushrooms have grown vastly more colored and dense since the Camp, and they glow just enough to make passive contact while you're lost in the silver static. Fungus greets Plant, and a very loose little tether snaps into place. The mushrooms don't feel a full-contact greeting back, but they do feel a warmth and curious orbit-distance from the Sunburner, who just watches with a witchly mental silence. It's comfortable. Meanwhile, you're walking and gesturing bizarrely, your body overtaken by the sudden rushthoughts of all life in surround, sending you through a series of snapshot sensations as your psionics explode through the tropic oasis centered on the apartments. You're not at all aware of what you're doing, moving with a supreme confidence which Red follows carefully. You pause at one point to pull around a corner and just stand there in silence, looking at Red, and you both calmly wait as a whistling old clown drunks his way pratfall-steady back from where you came, to go crash on your comfortable couch. He didn't see a thing. You're back to a silver streamline of thought, acting instinct until outside and under the loving cover of densing rains. You exhale and open your arms out to the sky to feel them; they're warmed and clean! The atmosphere of this place... you take Red by shield-arm and take her along, knowing which exact ways to walk to avoid eyes glancing out of apartment windows, or fool subliminal senses from noticing your patterns. You let Red take lead when you make it out into the Rivergreen, where she begins to speed her stiff pace in lead. She sticks to the steeps of the forest, hills and dips that constantly obscure sight, through ravines and quiet watergilt passages, until the crownrung hills begins to climb into your rain-misted vision. You're specifically avoiding the treewalks above, the great platform bridges running roads in the treetops, which could easily see down to the forest floor. The greater Sunburners went walking on those... even if they go for miles, you still know you'd run into them 100% and within minutes of stepping foot on them. So it's shadow and dirt, the true plant way, while you both squeeze on through to the first river by the great hills. Red, of course, knows a crossing over its immensity, finding a well hidden series of cables and ropes which can winch into place for a longwalk. You take it and end up inside one of the hills, arching skywrought with a brilliance of green-cleft stones, crumbling riverdirts, massive roots from the pebbly trees, and an endless of waterfall flow through a steady foot-shallow channel winding all way through. It's a wind up and down the passways in the split hill, but you quickly catch on that a lot of it is oddly curated, worked, and clearly wish-dusted. Before you can begin to make out the beginnings of what waits around the masscleft corner, you get an ugly shock to the still-raging current of silver that's singing inside of the rainfall chorus. There's something waiting ahead! A LOT of somethings! You keel and grab on to Red to steady, woofing and gun-stalk stepping as you try to collect your thoughts into a black-crowned coherence of assessment. What is that?! MC&D? It just reeks of those mindtypes you smelled so strongly inside of the containment halls. Is that Backup, too? Do you smell rainbow juices reflected somewhere in the silver? Has to be. God, what else though? Chaos! Panic! Fear! You take off to reach the sides of the hill walls, ducked in the puddle stones and gun held high as you motion to the Hero at your side. You motion that there's some kind of commotion ahead, and that you need to be stealthy and on guard! Red nods and ups her shield, peeking, as you both hurry on to get ahead of the coming threat. Thing is, the Silver Mind is so shiny that it can pick up just one more thing to inform you- there's something else here, also from containment, now out and raging free to bring havoc. But what is it? Its shape, its colour? Does it resolve into something squaring red? Something ellipsing yellow? Something circling blue? What does the Silver say is true? 
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I continue to want to give the Protagonist and Red/Burner a hug. Despite the intimidating name, I voted for the Murdering Space in hopes that it's the Cat of Saturn (which is from space and presumably enjoys murder); seems like we'll want to snip that loose thread at some point.
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Anything to do with yellow or Carcosa is pretty reliably awful, so let’s avoid that one. I was laughing at Burner being unable to open her own nuke as we try to comfort her by saying the worst possible things, though!
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Razakai posted:Uhh, everyone should check our inventory.  well, hope you fuckers enjoy the results of your voting.
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Also note that it's S+ rank. Even the nuke cannon is only S rank. So if we can figure out wtf it is and how to use it, probably pretty sweet. Although taking a day trip to see Azazoth sounds challenging.
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Regallion posted:
Nah, it's fiiiiiiiine. We knock out Deimos and give him an all-expenses paid trip to the court of the demon sultan.
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Randalor posted:Nah, it's fiiiiiiiine. We knock out Deimos and give him an all-expenses paid trip to the court of the demon sultan. I'd be a little worried that Deimos would come back in triumph, having somehow secured a new contract for MC&D; we haven't had the best luck using Mythos shock-and-awe with him in the past. (Though of course this is a step above the Kadath Suit...) On a different note... in my head I'm pronouncing the name of the deluxified suit as "Al-zis-ee-ehn," and something about the rhythm of the syllables (and listening to too much Jimmy Buffet during car trips as a child) made something questionable pop into my head... To avoid dying Deluxifying One of the items in my big pack Made a small error Suit's now a terror If it goes on, I might never come back Wasting away again in the Alzisian Searching for my long lost sanity Some people claim the Daemon-Sultan's to blame But I know... this is all on me.
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Mhm. New suit sounds like it has a sidequest baked in if we want to use it properly. Not a complicated one, but one we aren't really prepared to return from at this time.
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Interestingly, we still seem to have the deluxifier in inventory - is that intentional? But yeah, this is basically the exact thing I was worried about - we’ve lost the Kadath suit and gained a liability.
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or we gained a loving awesome like our good demon bud who sold us the delux in the first place has always been on the up and up i see nothing wrong here
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We shouldn't assume that it's all bad yet. At the very least, we can probably touch base with the Duke to find out just how feasible a trip to the daemon-sultan's court actually is now that MC&D have hosed with the Dreamlands. Or it's something to follow up on after we either take on Hunter or can somehow get her help to give us a lift there, even if it's in the "Going there is a suicidal one-way trip, and you want me to drop you off at the front door? Sure, I can do that to get rid of you." sense.
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VOTING CLOSED - Our Nuclear Summer Vacation The Murdering Space - 8 The Carcosan Festival Knight - 12 The Ocean Sensation - 6 LOADING...  ...LOADING pumpinglemma posted:Interestingly, we still seem to have the deluxifier in inventory - is that intentional? But yeah, this is basically the exact thing I was worried about - we’ve lost the Kadath suit and gained a liability. Ah, sorry, that was just docs not updating. Deluxe-be-gone.
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Maybe MCD have already occupied the court and turned it into a strip mall or something. Might be even more dangerous then before in that case.
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Good god our new suit is terrifying. The best case scenario: consider that it was previously kadath regalia. Likely, this new suit can open a portal to Kadath, and when you step through, nobody fucks with you, because what you’re wearing de facto defines you as Actual Royalty. Recognized as Royalty, a sultan may bless each us with new power and techniques. The issue with all this is that Kadath stuff is incredibly alien-evil, and, it’s gifts are corrupting. We should treat it as a “wear when backed into a corner” option, I think, though it would be going from a frying pan into an oven.If we do get mindfuckery powers, I wonder if they would be effective on the congregation….
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The Blue Book posted:"...unique modifications to your stats. The Six Sustaining Rings qualify, though they can be a trap since for them to work optimally you can never take them off, which makes them a risky commitment if you can't expand your Relic slots beyond..." Black August fucked around with this message at 20:55 on Jan 15, 2023 |
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The lords won't target or notice Kwiat? Clearly the optimal strategy to beat each lord is to unleash the chicken and hide as they get pecked for 1 hp at a time until death.
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Hope everything is going well for you, BA! And hopefully everything will go all right for Red and the Tyrant Child with their upcoming encounter!
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taiyoko posted:Hope everything is going well for you, BA! And hopefully everything will go all right for Red and the Tyrant Child with their upcoming encounter! Thank you. Sorry for the long quiet; I've got a hip issue I'm managing while working extra on top of it to save up for some expenses, and I've just haven't had as much time to write this month. I'm trying to pick back up again today or tomorrow.
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Black August posted:Thank you. Sorry for the long quiet; I've got a hip issue I'm managing while working extra on top of it to save up for some expenses, and I've just haven't had as much time to write this month. I'm trying to pick back up again today or tomorrow. No fun. Hope you feel better soon
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 OST: Riverrains Crocell was regretting absolutely everything about the last waking-month. All of it. She regretted her reticence. She regretted her silence when she should have spoke, her speaking when she should have shut up. She regretted her insistence on trying to pretend that the order of things hadn't been radically upset. The collapse of the Dreamlands? That was a big part of it, sure. But that wasn't the radical upset. No, Crocell had been front and center for that secret. The anticipation had been what happened at Eaumur, domino first and small. Then the real first cause - the Superevent. Then it was Kaigen's insanity. Then it was D-21's escape. Then it was the cults. So now? Well, the arctic dryad excelled at administration, and preferred the logistical roles. But her employers knew she was an ace over all out in the field, and this is where the Prince of Cold was now stuck; in a hellish patchwork of displaced lands crawling rife with mad wild life and the signature corruptions of the cults that roamed. God save, these cults. Surely the most powerful collective the new world had seen yet. They were Mythos-matching and falling towards some unholy revelation, one which would impact the world. Such were the Agent's tasks - study them. Take from them. Assess them. Look for D-21, and trap them. Look for anything to do with the Superevent and take it. Kill Merkja if you see her. Kill products that escaped from the Emain Ablach incident if you see them. Kill ogres if you see them. Kill Kaigen if you see him. Tell Deimos to get downside or else if you see him. Assess the value of the cultic lands and harvest for containment. Sell, Count, Purchase. It was those and a dozen more directives that made Crocell's head spin with the assurance that something big and bad was going down that she hadn't pieced together yet. She looked over at Yan'Tyr, who she had taken along without any real permission; the old troll Thanatologist-turned-Omnibiologist was safest if she was right at the frontlines, and the dryad carried more than enough chem/alchemicals to help keep her slowing body going. They were currently pinned down in a strange place with a dead task force, angry cult locals, and one escaped 'product' that was decaying the surroundings with the horrible ghost of its long-dead city and King. It was pitiful how it marched with parade in desperate exultance of the Black Throne City. It could never live again, but it simply wouldn't die, trapped somewhere just behind what was between. So on the carnival-funeral would go, and to let it bleed into the waking world was too much for the watery life of the Rivergreeen to bear. But that was the other issue, because it wasn't just the yellow rot assaulting the forests; it was warring with something that had already infested the area first. Where the split-hill crevice was most narrow, a structure had come into existence to bridge it chaotic across six rough levels. It looked like a mad amalgam of stores, game rooms, public gathering spaces, unusual galleries, and animate complexes. It was all tied together with a riot of overgrowth from a water fountain system that acted like a curtain veil between the two halves, though it was currently devastated with overflow from the falling rains and failed maintenance. All of these incredible systems was why Crocell was bothering to get into this trouble, because the entire structure wasn't displaced from another time; it was wish-made. A wish this potent and stable is something MC&D would pay dearly to have just one reliable use of, but the cult made it clear they had access to infinite wishmight. And that was just one of the cults! To secure any of this power would guarantee the complete corporate takeover of the waking and dreaming worlds. It was bad enough MC&D was now able and willing to process the Mythos into products, to add the cults to their grasp was... is this why Kaigen went mad? Is this why Deimos is barely on the cusp of betray? What was going to happen to her? Crocell left the thought by speaking up, since she noticed yellow silk curtains were now growing softly out of the artsy rectangle-slit window patterns in the walls across from their squat behind a collect of arcade booths. She knew what that meant. "Our task force is gone to the Ghost City. It's just us and Cassandra."  Agent Ladan was dead for sure. No response to check-ins since he left the ogre encampment. So it was three Agents now assigned to this waking sector- herself, Deimos, and Cassandra, who was trapped topside because she had been surviving witness to D-21, and because the burning curse of the Carnelian Chance had socially wounded her into the misfortune of this assignment. The single respite was that Amey was part of the supervision team, but even they were half-mad with the sheer weight of dealing with Kaigen on top of everything else now demanded here. Carter's easygoing sadism had multiplied with Marshall's overwhelming orders, both of them having spoken with the rare authority of Dark's direct demand. So now they were all grossly underfunded for a true suicide mission, which was the intent - to the victor go the promotions. Yan'Tyr was already up and steady, her field robe dripping with rains and yellow ghost-molds. "Can we try the radio?" Cassandra was trapped on the other end of the huge structure, pinned down by some of the chemical dryad cult. Crocell shook her head as she thought through her last check-in with the pyromancer. "No. Some of them can smell radio waves, too. We have to push to the other end and try to convene at her last known." The old troll re-buckled her gear, trying to not become hypnotized by the ghostly flutter of the thousand yellow silks. It was this refusal of fixation that allowed her to notice the tiny flash of movement out of the corner of her eyes. "Hey. Ground floor- what is that?" Crocell snapped to lean over the edge of the opening, looking with her pocket sights, staring down to the rocky ravine already clogged with silks and molds. Where... two figures, there! Moving low and quick across the rainy rocks. One of them was really weird looking- clearly some kind of psychopath, since they wore nothing but a filthy shirt and shorts, and fluttered around with a wretched cloak, sword, and shield. Maybe another Hero driven mad? Too hard to say for sure at this distance. The other figure was far harder to lock on. They were swift, irregular, and the eyes just wanted to slide off of their outline. They were shade and gloam, small and gremlin, and Crocell could swear that- "poo poo." "..." "Confirm sighting of D-21." "Confirm D-21, and they have an ally." "poo poo." Crocell went back to hunker while Yan'Tyr took over sightline on the indistinct shapes of the two down below. They each took a second to think through the protocol, before Crocell took the decision away and made up her mind with little necessary deliberation. "No record. Keep it off. I'll write this one for personal tracking. We are not going to pursue D-21 for now. We have officially not seen them." The troll moved in and put a hand to Crocell's back, comforting. With their task force dead, there wasn't going to be any more backup. They were truly alone until Carter or Marshall felt like generosity was warranted. After what had happened at the Emain Ablach... the words 'Euclid Red' were burned into the base of Crocell's thoughts. That meant no crossing D-21 until the situation was better under control. That was the joy of the suicide runs- what would you compromise and abandon, lie about and hide, all to make it seem like your every decision was the luck of an S-Rank performance? "Our action is we sit and wait and watch what they do. Then we move to Cassandra when favorable. You keep sight and dictate, I'll write and keep sight our exit." Yan'Tyr complied and leaned over the edge to get the best view, and began her researcher tone while she watched the two figures make their way towards the wish structure. Crocell took out her pad and a wand, and began the quickwrite while her iceing eyes glued themselves to the arcade entrance they would have to exit from.  "D-21 and the Herotype are moving to the paved rocks. D-21 is, is behaving differently than last time- they're excited? They spotted the silks." Crocell underlined something. She was thankful she had trained herself to quickwrite without having to look. Her mind went cold and assessed what came next. "They seem friendly with the Herotype. Unsure if it's a cultist, but if they are, they're weak. They're moving fast now... I think I see one of our Dark-Grade cases!" The dryad's stomach plummeted. They have it still. They actually have the goddamn thing. Euclid Red. Euclid Red. Her eyes refused to blink as she stared starrydim at the means of escape. "They're provoking the entity." Her stomach decided to do an olympic leap right back up into her eyeballs. She was already writing it down- "They're setting fire to the banners and ribbons." Then came that dreadful sensation. An entire ocean of cold silks moving with festival fury, gathering into stage and display at the wetted stone ground of the hillsplit bottom. "They're absolutely engaging. Is this exit? It has festival costumes ready for us still, what do we do about it?" The Pitiless didn't want to think about how close to the Ghost City they already were. Would the festival find them again, regardless of whether the entity was still hunting? No, they can't escape yet. "We wait long enough to see what D-21 does. If we feel full attention is on them, we make exit. What's our tourist doing?" The Thanatologist re-positioned and relayed. "D-21 has drawn a weapon. They're encouraging the Herotype. The entity is full armed approach. ...they've engaged." ! BOSS FIGHT ! OST: War In Hell  Boss Fight Log posted:It unfurls silks octopine, and thrents with such arrogant celebration. It will not even allow you the utter of its name.  [Warning! The Arcade Hole has been permanently Lorded by Burner! It's fused with the yellow of the ghost city and the blue of the original wish-make, but it's her nuclear red might that reigns over this place now.] [The Nuclear Arcade is now open.] Yan'Tyr didn't have many regrets, but one that was out of her control was that she and Crocell couldn't have had more time to study D-21 and the cults. She was trying to outrace the immaculate heat, as the lovely stones of the mallways and carpets of the storewalks all went midnight with atomic growths of terrifying life. Lingering for even a second was going to be more bad news than she could handle, especially since the environment was scrambling her dryad's brains. There wasn't much of the alchemical cocktail left in her but it'd be enough to clear to the other end, where with luck Cassandra had found safety. At least the chemical witches wouldn't be in the area for long. One of the wish-cultists had made it clear that they were here to raid for snacks and supplies for a deepwood cultic celebration. That meant they'd be in one place, and it'd give them the window to find a retreat and regen after having lost their entire task force. All of the day had been bad, but it was the one new secret that would rob Yan'Tyr of sleep that night; D-21 is able to manipulate gravity. Euclid Red.
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 I wonder why the fact that the tyrant child can manipulate gravity is so unsettling to Yan'tir? Is this not the same power that Hunter uses? Is MC&D not aware of just how powerful the Lords are? Is gravity manipulation incredibly rare among the magic abilities? I think I remember there being other "oh poo poo" reactions to our use of gravity powers, at least. I also wonder how our powers differ from Hunter's, given that hers are from the Island, but ours are because of (I went back and looked at the character sheet and re-read some of the early parts, and I didn't see anything specifically connecting the Tyrant's presence to the Black Crown, though I could still have forgotten/missed where they were connected. Also kinda wondering how we came by the crown in-universe.)
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I would imagine that gravity manipulation is tied to being a Tyrant. Which kiiiiiinda strikes me as Big Deal type of thing.
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Won't lie, I'll never get tired of hearing that our low-level rear end is still powerful enough to make MC&D agents poo poo their pants in terror at what we can do. Also, gently caress MC&D for wanting to reduce everything into "products". Do we know what the Superevent is, or was that just MC&D's term for the original event that made the Lords? Also, do we know when the Dreamlands collapsed? I'm wondering if that may have been the "event" that led to the Holy End and Hell End (have we seen any mention to MC&D being a massive entity in Heaven End, or even that MC&D even still exists there?)
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Black August posted:[Warning! The Arcade Hole has been permanently Lorded by Burner! It's fused with the yellow of the ghost city and the blue of the original wish-make, but it's her nuclear red might that reigns over this place now.] Sounds like a pretty radical place. We should go back some time again.
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It may be valuable to remember that Red has the white belt on, which is probably interfering with the agents’ ability to identify her.
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