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HP: [ -12 / 30 ] FP: [ 10 / 15.▒ ] [Rapid Exhaustion] One moment you're limping to bed. The next you're making a sound like a small dragon forcing its dislocated joints back into place, before you crawl under the covers too exhausted to think. You wish you could always, always, always be like this. Sleeping forever. You're curled up under the comfortable blanket, thankful for the mercy after such a stomach-bleeding anxiety of the Land's cruel Law. But it fades, and soon you're asleep. While you sleep you turn over in your bed to talk to the guy who's standing in the lovely little Sunburn-Bathroom. He's leaned over the sink, methodically washing his face. His maroon shirt is off, revealing the silver-white of his undergarb. He shivers and keeps washing, and eventually responds by kneeling in front of the toilet, gagging. I'm having a nightmare I don't think I've woken up from, he says. You look at the ornate little spectacles he has neatly placed on top of his tucked shirt on a shelf. Is this a nightmare, you ask? He laughs and gags again, with the stink of quicksilver and gasoline. He cries and holds the rim, shaking and nodding. Yeah, he thinks so, he tells you. Oh, you say. That sucks. He says it's alright. It's novel to have a true nightmare after such a long time of mastering dreams. It means the Dreamlands are changing. The Dream is going to change. Except for the cats, you tell him. He vomits, but nods inbetween one of the gasoline expulsions. He sobs once and spits, and then nods scholar-like. Except for the cats. They've been there since before there was a Dream. You smile and tucker into the blanket more. So warm. You change the topic while the svelte man inhales in a fight for his life against near-fatal gasoline poisoning. So... whose pad we crashing, you ask. Silver in his eyes as he thinks in a drunk-purge delirium. He thinks uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........  The Silver Gasoline posted:Dead... yeah they're Dead. Dead Apartments. It's this main building primarily but it's the whole block really. Utterly dead, and absolutely maggot-wrot with every evil memory and malice that such places can mass-produce. This creates a unique hellish living space of evil rules and strange happenings. Horrible poo poo, like you saw. Just horrible. Every apartment another deathtrap. Endless belongings and things of power to pilfer, but just a poo poo-rotten awful tradeoff for any of it. But somehow you managed to luck into selling off truly hot information, and got yourself a key to THE penthouse place. Whose? Who knows. The answer is drowning in gasoline. What matters is that her bed is soft. And... also... stuff... uh... well, it's a big nice apartment for guests, and there's an escape to take down and out the side-back alley to begone. Since you paid the rent for 5 months, you have full access to this place for that long. Good for the day needed, at least. Can check it out after you wake up. The scholar shifts. Hey. You sniff. Yeah? You're in a real bad place with a real bad feeling. Right? You pull the covers up and curl right tight. Yeah. That's right. No good to ask you to meditate on silver void. I'm vomiting. Okay, you say. He vomits and cries for a while, because his head feels like it's going to explode from pain. You're going to spend the whole day and night here, and not care at all and hope nobody comes in. He stands weakly to wash in the above-toilet sink again, gagging. He says that it's okay. You did a lot of stupid things and you don't think you're going to win this, you mutter into your blanket. Silence for a while as he washes. Respite for now. He sits by the toilet and rubs his temples. He says nothing stupid happened. You're in a warm safe bed and closer to your goal. You know that's right but there is a gravity the shape of a singularity forcing your soul and worth into cosmic mud, and you just bury down and cry instead, holding the melting-hot book. He stays with you. He has to. The bottom shelf has a rainbow fungus hiding under it, and he needs it to blossom before he passes out. He knows the shadow will come back too, but it always does.  You don't even realize you're awake until you've stumbled back to the still-open bathroom, head slamming into the lean-down sink to sup it up from the God-thank-GOD working magic water tap. Full thirty-second inhale and when you finish you fall over coughing and making the weird sounds an animal does when it cleanly sates a painful thirst. You get up and get down another five seconds of clean sink-draught, pulling back to spit and swish and then wash your dry face. You cough a lot of gunk up. All ashen andaaaauhhhh? Gold flecks?? And weird clumps of ruby, too. You shiver and stand straight, itching yourself fierce before noticing that your veins have a glow to them! Instead of the weird ruby glitter, now they're... dark deep gold. You'd be disturbed by this change, but you feel so good after the long sleep that you trick yourself into going with it for now. Blood Chemistry Welcomes... posted:
HP: [ -8 / 30 ] [+4 HP Extended Sleep] FP: [ 15 / 15.▒ ] You don't feel great, no. But you feel warm. Limber. Well-slept for once. Clear-headed! Hungry... you tear into the soup ration you looted, gulping the rest of the stew down in a frenzy. Oh, that's even better on top of an already-good. What a relief! You stare around the huge weird apartment, noting how it's rooms in outer rooms contained in a huge room. You peek and see a second exit in the form of a large stair descent to some hidden doors way far below. Otherwise there's a living room platform... one more probably dinner parties... little fountain plant area waaaay down bottom level... breakfast nook... and drinking couch. Still, barren other than that. You stare out the window to see the overlook. Hm... you'll need to take the fire access out to get a proper look of the where and how. You don't want to really. You kind of putz around, going to the bathroom to admire it again, and then down to living room on the couch, looking at the weird shine of your veins while you lie there. You need to leave. But. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] [Disquiet, Blunted By Heavy Sleep] Not now.
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[...] [Is the game hanging? The character went to sleep, and now it's just sitting there. Best to let it sit. No need for the dire of mashing for escape just yet. In the meantime, the looming hope of victory of the nuclear nightmare means that it was likely Jandoubi would be next. With the promise made... would the suicidal Jandoubi Backup be surmountable? There's over 20 of them, all lethal.] [The Blue Book lends insight on some of the most lethal.] Black August fucked around with this message at 01:05 on Nov 25, 2023 |
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This Molten Gold Blood sure is versatile. Synergy with Cheeseburger Magics! And burning out some stuff. Had to go with Tha 1-2 Blood Kid.
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I voted for the Red Right Hand to be enhanced by molten gold, it's nice to see that we CAN choose to use our Molten Vein to enhance it anyway.
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Anything that involves paying HP involves spending blood, so it makes sense that molten hold blood would potentially apply.
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Empowering our Parasite with molten blood sounds like a horrible idea and I can't wait to do it.
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hm. honestly, thinking on it not sure what kind of vampire powers the parasite has to offer; since we've mostly either ignored it or given it treats/drugs for the sake of it. (Which it did/does deserve. It didn't ask to be in one of the more hostile biologies in the region, but has chipped in anyways here and there.  )Maybe we could give the molten blood a test drive, give the parasite a little for a menu of whats on offer?
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Oct 25, 2023 19:30
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IIRC the Parasite lets us pay HP to increase...ST? I think? I remember it being similar to Vehemence.
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Aabcehmu posted:IIRC the Parasite lets us pay HP to increase...ST? I think? I remember it being similar to Vehemence. You can pay HP to access all kinds of vampire powers, but boosting ST is the most basic and affordable one. There's also stuff like super-smelling, resisting bullets and arrows, super-speed, and so on. Marluxia posted:I voted for the Red Right Hand to be enhanced by molten gold, it's nice to see that we CAN choose to use our Molten Vein to enhance it anyway. Correct, though it won't be as powerful as a fully-blessed version, and it comes with the corruption cost. Since Molten Blood is an always-on passive, the cursed-strength of Molten Gold is blunted and kept sane/optional.
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Huh. Picking the passive actually might have been smart! And here I thought I was being reckless...
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Vampires have regeneration, right? Pay HP to gain HP, maybe? I'm getting nervous being in the negatives for so long.
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Us and 🪱 had a rough go of it to start, but we're chill now. 🪱 Has done right by us, we do right by 🪱
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Oct 26, 2023 12:23
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vomit without rhythm and we won’t provoke the worm
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VOTING CLOSED - The Blue Book Is Trying To Put It To Words Slow roll the low blow: Tha 1-2 Blood Kid - 4 Oh you hot loving idiot: Jenny Invincible!! - 11 God-ripped with lionous royals: Dywysogeshashmal - 6 On stage with the love song: Diamanté - 8 Goat-gait like the Gods who Thunder: Thunderglot - 2 LOADING...  ...LOADING
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Mechtroid posted:Vampires have regeneration, right? Pay HP to gain HP, maybe? I'm getting nervous being in the negatives for so long. Vampires have a mechanism by which they can expend FP to restore HP in dire emergencies, but since the character is not actually a vampire, and has instead enslaved the parasite, they don't have access to all the true powers of a biology fully converted to be a vampire.
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To be fair, we have Bubbleblood instead.
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I mean, ideally we don't want to kill Jenny anyway, what with our promise to Blue, but it seems like we don't have to worry too hard about trying to bluff her ... If we can just keep our cool about it, she'll probably believe almost any ridiculous poo poo we can come up with. Maybe she'll give us a tour of the best sights in Jandoubi with the "tourist" story?
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I want us and Jenny to be idiot BFFs running around Jandoubi leaving a trail of unintentional devastation in our wake.
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Oct 27, 2023 02:12
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I don't know about the armor, but the blaster and polish sound like nice things to have. Stubbed toe/finger immunity is an underappreciated perk to have, after all.
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So we become BFFs with her, and because we're her friend, all the other Jandoubi will at least pretend to be our friends. Sounds easy enough.
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Randalor posted:So we become BFFs with her, and because we're her friend, all the other Jandoubi will at least pretend to be our friends. Sounds easy enough. 
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Randalor posted:So we become BFFs with her, and because we're her friend, all the other Jandoubi will at least pretend to be our friends. Sounds easy enough. 
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Update coming tonight. Would have done one way sooner but roll20 isn’t working for me the past few days, so I’ll use Random’s light-dice instead and just denote it.
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Black August posted:Update coming tonight. Would have done one way sooner but roll20 isn’t working for me the past few days, so I’ll use Random’s light-dice instead and just denote it. Nice for update soon, boo for roll20 being a butt for you. Appreciate all the work you put in to this great story! 
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 You startle, sending the many concerned cats scattering to naught. It's only been an hour or so. You sit up and stare at nothing for a while, hating the idea of leaving the apartment. It sickens you, what lies ahead. There's something terrible waiting at the end of this, and it's going to hurt bad. Then it's going to get worse after that. Worse, worse, worse, until scythe, scythe, scythe. You lie uncomfortably on the couch, trying to convince yourself to just be here until you're fully healed. One more day. One more. Right? But you don't know... how many days has it been already? You feel so disoriented and nervous. Restless. Shame there's no bath here; you don't trust that pool downstairs, and you're staying irrationally far away from that exit. Your brain tweaks nerves and paranoid, and then your crown blurts out that you need to leave. That if you delay and go back empty handed, she'll kill you. Instantly. With agony. You just know it. You muffle a scream because you just KNOW that having your soul erased is unimaginably painful. It's an eternity of ultimate torment before true nothingness. She'll do it. If you don't show up soon with at least two souls, she'll End it. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [Disquiet] You get up and pace around. It's like it's about to happen right now, and she'll just walk through the door. You NEED to escape. Escape. Get out. Now. How? Look at the windows again. Right there.  See it? You bust the window open with a sword-smash as the panic begins to make you disassociate, the long rest of sleep having only served to give you disturbing energy to feel unsafe with. There's a fire escape ladder down the side, and you're not risking roof access to get at it. No, they'll EXPECT that. If you leave this apartment, they'll come for you again!! Not risking it. You got away with so much sleeping like that. Run! You stare at the distance of the ladder. Hmmhnnhmmm...   You're thinking of when you ladder'd wrong and snapped your arm. It's hot and itchy where it broke badly. It didn't heal right, you bet. It's going to break again, soon. It's ruined. It'll fail you. Like going down this ladder. You're going to fall and your crown won't save you. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][60%] [Disquiet] You sway back and dry-swallow. You have to leave: someone will come in to kill you if you stay. But you'll gently caress up and die if you go down the ladder. Something bad is happening. Something worse is about to happen. You pace and hold your gun, as all the accumulated stress of this entire walk to Megalith starts to creep out of you with strangling dark clouds. You bite your arm and tear away gagging from the awful taste of your lovely nasty plastic suit. Your heart goes mad, waking the parasite up with a cry as it realizes it's swimming in heated gold. You smash your chest with a scream for it to SHUT UP OR ELSE. You sit down and bite your hand instead, tapping your revolver on the carpet mad-eyed. You dig through your pack. Nothing in your kit to use. Shovel no good. You refuse to look at the photo of him. Ticket... this sewing thing you can use on your suit... the little orbit toy; no, the rat tail; no, the potion... no... no. Not now. It- this is a bad place. You frown pissy at the Backup doll, shaking it meanly, and finally pull out and put back in the weird smelling emergency burger, and then the weird blue plates you found on that dead ogre. Something about that thought makes you so grouchy you smash the plates a few time, nearly snapping them, before you force them back in. No! You don't want to read! You get up and kick some things over while you hyperventilate, horrible over your panic of inaction. Can't stay, no, can't leave front door, no no, can't escape back door, no no no, can't death-ladder down, no no no no. You beat up more innocent furniture, your freak strength crushing it easily, and then rage over to the broken window with a choked-back noise. Listen. Listen. 「Lionheart」 Think- think of Red. Of Red! She said she was counting on you to be west, at the fence! On the map! Oh God. You have to. You must. You're crying now, and you know if she sees you like this she'll think you're gross and weird, because you keep being like this around her and it'll teach her to hate you. But you still have to try, because she was nice to you, and she might still be nice even once she knows how bad you really are. At least, she wants Burner dead too. That's enough. You miss her. You don't feel safe and you want your Counselor more than you fear the fall. So you get near the broken window, and growl as you approach and start to climb out to the narrow penthouse ledge, body on fire with sweat and nerves gone numb from anxiety. Please. Please God, please. You need victory. Pray for it. You leap at an angle out the broken window, to catch the escape ladder as you drop to the darkness below. [LD] (DX - Deathleapt) 11 [3]+[2]+[3] = 8 - Success. It's clean. Out into the heat immense of a dead evening. You grab onto the ladder and shout terrified, certain you're falling. But no, no your freak corded physique holds on just fi- [LD] (ST - Climbin') 30 [3]+[6]+[6] = 15 - Success But Still Close. You slide down a few rungs when your unhappy body goes slack for a second, and you scream like a siren echo across the skies before you tense and hold on, gasping for air and shaking desperate. You're fine. You're fine. You did it. You can climb so easily. It's okay. You can climb down now. But you stay still for a while, desperate to go back up and be on carpet, or to instantly be on the ground. You hang on until your hands hurt, and then, scared you'll let go from exhaustion, you force yourself to start to go down, knowing that going back up means being murdered for breaking a window and then screaming loud enough to disturb the peace. Gotta go down. So you do so at a glacial pace, thankful you're not freezing cold. Not a lot of fires in this area, so the air is fresher, wet even, cleaner of the mass ash and smoke constantly drifting to the mountain distant. Not much thought passes as you go down with the minutes passing by, your senses instead a constant hyperalert to all changes in sound and presence. The constant hellish creaking the of the giant unstable wooden building is bad enough, on top of the endless distant explosions. When you finally manage to look down, you nearly fall again, but see you barely have any distance to go, three stories at most. You get to the bottom after what was likely more than an hour, bringing night evil-close to your lost self. You've landed in a back alleyway at the west end of the building, dark and rubble-dense, silent. You find a filthy little hide-hole and cower there, completely worn out from the stressful descent. Your hands are raw. HP: [ -8 / 30 ] FP: [ 10 / 15.▒ ] [Worn Out] ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [Disquiet] The one saving grace right now, the only thing keeping you from remaining inert in the dirty hole, is the sheer warmth from within and without. You stare at your veins again, and bubble a coughing sniff as you wrap Red's shroud over you for more warmth. Just... one more minute, then. You're so grateful for her gift. Proof of Black Crow Championship. Like always having a heated blanket on. Protection. You sulk and stare as the world suddenly grows deep dark red, and you look up a second later to see the massive fiery hellstreak tear down out of the sky, and rocket-land somewhere a few blocks away.   Whhhwhhh??!
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As an aside, the sheet has been updated with Burner's Apartment as a Safehouse on a 5-month rental.
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Very good writing with self sabotaging anxiety and disquiet
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 It's really not a good sign when you sleep that much and still wake up this exhausted and ready to go inert. You're pressed to the far wall, gun held high in ready. Horrible echo in your head... nothing else yet. Just a dull drone of wind and flame. You edge closer to the exit of the alley, and then decide that you need absolutely nothing to do with whatever just happened. You need to move. Get to the end of the alleyway. Ignore how there's a great red light slowly subsuming the area. Run. Scuttle-walk. Limp-stumble. Drool mad with teeth grit, eyes flicking around to assess every possible danger. There! Main road. Stay near this building, burnt out stone. Get ready. Lean͊͏̥,̲ͩ̕ ̞͊͞s̷̱͑o̬̍̕ ̞̈͠y̵̙̆o̵̝͑ŭ̪͢ ̵͇̪̐̔͝ ̵͈̯̎͌͝ ̵͔̰̓̊͜ ̑̑͏͔͍͢ ̷̢͕̗͑͑ ̢̼̹̋̋͠ ͈͎ͮ̑͝͞ ̨͙͚̏̈́̕ ͍̺̰̓ͪ͗͟͝͝ ̷̸̮̲̺͒͋ͬ͘ ̶̨͚͇͓̓̾ͩ͟ ̨̧̩̬̼ͭ̏͂̕ ̸̢̻̜͖̓͆̌͝ ̧̾̐͐͜҉̘̜̞ ̧̫̭̭̄ͪ̉͡͝ ̈͐̀͏̸̢̞͍͇ ̵̶̮͖̪̼́ͧͨ̈́̀ ̧̆̌̉̚҉҉͍͍̝̘͢ ̧̛ͬ͒̌̆́҉͕͓̩͓ ̨̖̞̥̼͑͒̾ͩ͘͟͡ ̴͍̪͓̫̄̏ͩͦ́̀͟ ̴̨̯̗̫̻ͫ͗̏̀̚͘ ̡ͭͤ͛͐͜҉̬̩̬̼͟ ̡͚͚̱͔ͭ͛̓ͦ͘͡͠ ̸̛͎̣̩͓͂̆̎̃̀͠ ̨̋ͮͣ̈́͏̵͙̳̹̫͜ ̸̨̧͍̝̞͚ͫ̌͑͋͝ ̿̇̂̓͏̵̧̲̬̦͕͟ ̴̢̛̩̣͎͑̍͐̃͠ͅ ̶̴̮̣̤̬̂̐̏̒̕͞ ̷̩̖͙͋̌͋̂͢͢͡ͅ ̵̑ͮͮ̈́҉̨͚̯͕̠̀ ̷̵͇͙̰̉̔͒͜ ̶̧͈̗ͧ̃̐͢ͅ ̧̺̟̖̈ͥ̔́͜ ̴̨͖̪͈ͮ̔̚͘ ̢̫̥͈̇́͆̀͝ ̴̲̩͖͋̏̂͟͝ ̸̢̟͎̘́̅̔͡ ͭ́͋͏̢͓̬̘̀ ̢̞͖͂ͧ͠ ̨̳͚̒ͩ͝ ̠͚̑ͨ̀́ ̺̝̈́ͨ̕͝ ̷̨̤̳̏̉ ̣̳͋̓̀̕ ̵̩̤̒̾͡ ̷̤̯̏̀͟ ̶̖̀I̵̬ͮv̷̗ͬa̛͉ͮr̊͏͕ ̭̾͘p̟̽͜e̵̙ͯers around the corner. Ahead, they could see what now compromised Hutijin. All they could discern was a nebulous distortion of blackness and light in the air, roiling with heat and blur. Sometimes, they could catch the bare afterimage of some burning titan inside the distortion, a single still image, of an arm raised in pain, or a posture bent with might. The Emperor of Hell looks offended, whispering "The gently caress is that about?" Even at this distance, they could all feel the awful waves and static-crinkle lick of irradiated heat. The titan was shifting about and melting all it came near, acting erratically. Ivar and Omelio had done a far retreat with the others, leaving just the Wanderers and Cassandra in range of the monstrosity. Cassandra tells Rienne, "It's- it's doing the thing! Captain, the thing I told you about once, how sometimes with stars, certain types of fire getting really angry!" The sylvan looks blank. Her ultimate royalty compelled her to shrug with a dumb look: no, she didn't know. But Lumes clicked it, shouting "BOMB! IT'S GONNA BOMB!!" The young elementalist nodded and pointed at the hyaenidae. Technically that wasn't the right term; what Cassandra was hearing spoken in the ogre's flame was more commonly known as 'going critical'. Survival was not going to happen this time. Burner was too far back in the remnants of the army to cast any throw of atomic survival. Cassandra, even if she spoke again to that ultraviolet spark of nuclear within, wouldn't be able to shield it. It didn't seem like anyone could get in range of its horrific heat fast enough to kill it in one strike, and even the 8th Lord's arrows wouldn't be able to land without melting mid-air. There was no solution that seemed to make sense that was possible with the seconds to spare. Hutijin was about to wipe them out. The Valkyrie was itching her neck with thoughtful irritation. "I have a cool idea." The Ranger, who had been hedging her bets against a life-ending speedplay, forgot about it and said, "Awesome. Do it." The Valkyrie smiled, mostly because she was half-bullshitting off the back of half-remembered science lessons during her self-tutelage, and because this counted on her doing several runes, quickly. Despite her skill, nearly every time she tried to go past two runes, something seemed to go wrong like a curse. Not every time, but it was starting to be a 60/30 sort of deal. But then, she had 6 to 3 seconds to live: Hutijin was letting out a sound like a siren, like a scream, and the air was dancing with atoms. The Queen of all Witches moves her hands and shouts, "LOOK AWAY NOW!"  Dealing with the grenade superexplosion had given her the idea. This mini-nuke was a lot of heat. And heat is close to light. Right? Just had to time it. Trace the air with Valkyr care. Witness me, my noble Einherjar. (Levity - Fire Rune) 14 [1]+[6]+[3] = 10 - Success... (Levity - Transformation Rune) 14 [5]+[2]+[2] = 9 - Success. (Levity - Light Rune) 14 [5]+[6]+[3] = 14 - Exact Success! (Levity - Motion Rune) 14 [4]+[4]+[6] = 14 - Exact Success!! It was just a frequency shift, really. Yes, converting the unknown megatonnage of a nuclear ogre was just enough to blow Levity's spine out and bring her to the edge of sorcerous death, but the Valkyrie stood casual as she finished the motions right as Hutijin sent out the destroying meltdown flash. The flash didn't end, and all witnessed their bones in perfect clarity for seconds upon seconds, as photons gouted out in a superfountain radiant, carried to the sky by the lazy lines of Hell's Emperor. Hutijin starstreamed up to the blackness, banishing the black and revealing sparkling night above. Levity conducted with all of her will, bearing the lifeburn of making so much energy depart without permanent harm. She was the only one to witness it, as everyone else felt their blind eyes remind to sight. The Valkyrie watched Hutijin depart to the higher atmosphere, now a strange phenomena of mighty light, freed of the Sunburner curse. She could see for a single flashing frame the motion of a mighty body in celestial flight, living sign of the Hol͠y̸ ̵̛ͫEͨ͏̴ņ̷̋̂͜d̡̅͂͛́͟͡ ̴͊ͥ͛͜͡͞ ͣ̌̾̓́͡͏̛͜ ̴̧̂̋͌͋͜͞͞ ̓̅̅͌͏҉̨҉̀ ̛͆ͬͬͦ̕͜͝͞ ̶ͮ̐ͩ̇͘̕͜͡ ̵̴̛̛ͤ̔ͦ̎̕ ̛ͭ̅͊ͭ̀́͟͞ ̸̡̉ͧ͊ͧ͝͏͠ ̡̆̑̈́̆̕͜͞҉ ͑͋̐̂͏͠͏͘͞ ̎̏́́͟͢͟ ͬͣ̎͏̕͢͟ ̐̅͜͢͝ ̧̊͆͜͝ ̧̄́ ̸ ҉ ͠ ͞ ̧̥͡ ̸̸̝̺͟ ̵̸̨̘̣ ̡́͜҉͔͙͖ ̴̧͖̘͚͟͜ ̴̷̛̠͖̦̫͘͡ ̴̜͓̠̤̀́͡͞ ͏͏҉̳̺̗̗̕͟ ̴̧͟͡҉͖̹̖̠ ҉̸̷̨̬̠̺̫͢ ̨͚͈̰̙́͟͟͞ ̶҉͟͏̴̺̝͇͎ ҉͏̷̻̩̯͝͝ͅ ̢̲̙̬̟͜͢͜͜ ̨͙̟͔̖̕̕͢͢ ̣̜̠͘͜͞͞ ͠͏̛̝̹̱͠ ̴̱͈̕͜ ̡̨͕ ̶̯͞ ̨HELL WAS THAT?! YOU'RE BLIND! No, not, not fully but, but there was this flash that went through the buildings and the walls and the everything and it was so bright it blinded you!! Gravity rushes over your panicked body, and you only stabilize when you realize that your eyes are very slowly recovering, and the Dark allows you to 'see' anyways. It's still disorienting, and you fight against the sudden need to start crying and sitting down in a huddle. Not now, dammit. Don't. Your crown... it's going to roar awake with anger, and you're going to be forced to wear it again. You're going to think really really really bad thoughts and you're already kind of are. You need to stop!! Just shut up and keep going. It's over- that heat and dark roar is gone. It's silent now, so you take advantage of your gravity sight and forge on with gun clutched and body moving in a panic. You want your suit on. But you have to wear this lovely lovely awful sweaty itchy scratchy slick nasty greasy horrible nuke suit. You just know the chemicals it keeps staining you with is going to make you sick and dead somehow. You can't stop itching yourself. But it keeps on, sometimes, once in a while- it pings. Little purple pings! Something bad. CAN'T take it off here. Your molten hot auric blood is an inferno, your panic making it hurt to be blessed with. It aches to feel the weight of your crown. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][60%] [Disquiet] [horrible stuff wont stop happening and i cant rest and i cant see and i dont know if im too hot or too cold i hate this] Scuttlebug down the long roadways of awful quiet. This place is so dead that it threatens to make you lie down and truly never get up with the sheer ash sadness of it all. Thankfully, there's something on the wind that was stirred up by the weird meteor lightbomb. Smells like plants. All your senses start to lend an evil sharpness: blindness, stress, psychic, monster, vampire, all biting at the sheer texture of this plant scent. It's so perfumy. But in a savory way, not sweet. Not... spicy either, light clove or pepper. More spiced with sharp pollens and strange minerals in the soil. You inhale the smell's deceptive, and follow. That's west. That's out. Leave. Leave. Scream into the lost woods. Safer than a soft apartment room. Crawl with gun in teeth, which stops the crying, so the body can do it instead with the hellish movement you make. You have to run as fast as you can now, which is hard blind and near full panic. You try to focus. [LD] (PE-Based !Darkness - Clarity of Darksight) 17(-6) [1]+[1]+[2] = 4 - Critical Success!! AHHH! You fall over and gasp for air, cough bubbles, looking around with incredible vertigo. The world!  You wrench yourself up from the sudden sensation of seeing the sheer helldriven weight of all gravity, your crown growing supergranular in vision. Something weird has happened! Your psychic senses are being hijacked by a still-sleepy sorcerous tyranny! You collapse with a groan as you clench your head, the world a ringing darkness of too-clear insight of gravity's most exacting disturbances and waves. You breathe more easy, standing up more tall, holding your gun more sure. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][40%] [Disquiet] You don't see. You feel. You walk as if on air. You feel the droplets of wet violet dew, the most minute pulls of mass. You lean on a wall and sway at the sensation of it forever falling down, damned to the core in obedience. You don't dare look at the sky and its unbound. You can't think of a mighty shape of light, set free to the night. You heave up and walk on, to the west. It's not long before your sense of gravity feels so many more finer details, of leaves and flowers and woods. It's near. The end of the endless suburbs. A savory awful waiting just beyond. 
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If we just, like, downed the Joy potion, would it get rid of the disquiet?
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Crit success of the 'palpable sense of relief' variety
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MC is just uttering "Don't look up, don't look up, don't look up..." in the cadence of a tightrope walker with vertigo.
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Dr_Gee posted:If we just, like, downed the Joy potion, would it get rid of the disquiet? Oh, well, of course it would. ... But what if you REALLY need it later? What if something so horrible happens that the only survival is the potion? What if you suffer mind control that induces depression and you need to defeat it? What if this depression isn't even 10% as bad as the coming depression? What if you could combine it with something to make it even more effective? What if you can transform it into something even more potent? What if. What if. What if.
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Black August posted:What if you can transform it into something even more potent? Can we suitify it? I want a joy suit! Does it turn us into a clown? Do we bring joy with us whenever we wear it? Can we combine it with something Evil or Vile beforehand to unlock the full potential of Clowndom's power?
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Black August posted:Oh, well, of course it would. So..... we could A) use it B) succumb to giant robotic crab syndrome / mega-elixer-itis C) maximum goon-run i.e., Radiant Clown
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The Silver Mind posted:The Farmer was awake earlier than usual. She had the dream again.  You stumble in vertigo down the gravlit road. World forever falling down, down, down. Your feet skating the thinnest ice of the event horizon. Look. At the end. That thin divide between ashen warmed stone and water cooling flora. The Silver Mind posted:Hijgan dragged her cleaver over the counter with steady thought. Hadn't slept well. Had too much to think and do when awake in the near of dawn. How to manage the raw abundance of Home and its surround (had it really always been this giving?). How to pray for the end of the Lords (had Lumes always really been the Holiest?). But realistically, it was how to prepare for Anidus' soon-coming arrival. She was no fool about it. They'd be conquered. They were sent here to die, not thrive. Criminals and cowards and undesirables all. But the sky was tourmaline and nobody was starving and she had every simple thing she ever wanted and she was pounding the cleaver into the block with fangs bared and eyes weeping.  OST: Like An Angel Intoxicated With A Radiant Sun It's so soft. The leaves- wetted with unseen rains. Clean and cool and so willing to hide all tears. They part with slow infinite, but there's no fear to be had: the silver of mind reveals no chittering insects, scuttling smalls, stalking talls. Lifeless. Flora only. Ever and ever. Ever. You open your arms, holding no weapon, as you endlessly push against the beloving of nature's softest. The Silver Mind posted:The Psychic shuddered as he finished the injection. With the silver syringe out, he waited patient while trying to make sense of his encounter with the Ex-Councilor. With... Frankie? He kept wanting to call her that. Or did he, and she kept responding the affirmative? The first minute of twilight saw him crying on the fields of Home, near-death with gasoline poisoning. She found him, and he had begged, right? It was fractal in clarity. He begged Frankie for help in getting back to his tent, and to deal with the gasoline. He was raving about the crash. Like being turned into a mass of jellified screaming nerves, free fall into shattering pain and reformation. Screaming mad about how Frankie had hosed up pushing the body that hard. Wait- what? He shook mad as the injection cleaned him out in a violent swoop. They had been screaming at each other in delirium. Neither coherent, but then she had dragged him back to his tent, made him smell something powder-awful, and then he was back in and sweating insane while looking for the needle. Old concoction. Helped with the endless biological agonies of leaving the thousand addictions of being one of the ruling Fae. Silver purge. Colloidal care. An hour of horror to get it all out, and then a collapsed recover as memory returned in its last fragments. Someone- someone? There. There!  Your light-scalded skin soothes at last. Your eyes calm their tears as your gravity endlessly unfolds into the fractal shapes of ocean leaves. Unbearably gentle. A wade through silks. It opens to cavern vast, a sacred world of dripping waters bouncing off of wafting leaves, your psychic darksight turning it all into a slow dance of rippling sensation. Gravity pulling each droplet down like a curtain of relief over your cleansoaked face. You wade and loosely let go of your pains, only knowing you have to follow the westward follow. Even if you never leave this place... as long as you fall west with forgiveness following you... The Silver Mind posted:Aitvaras scratched at the ground of the field just outside of town. It was weirdly cool that morning, just before the Sun rose. He had wandered out to stare at the sky above the immense mountains of the valley, noting how they seemed dark in weird patches and drifts. It dampened his mood further, compounding a bad yesterday and night. Galen had been in a weirdly bad mood, talking reluctant about Teal and some kind of incident that the chicken harpy hadn't been around for. It ended tersely with him leaving, and now he was walking around with a bad feeling. The work of the Holy Chicken Knights was back on the shelf for a few days. He was fine, Sadalfas was fine, but... well, depression was winning again and the thing of love to do was give the asked distance. No Lumes to talk to about it, an absence he was almost starting to resent. But he knew, looking again at the dark skies, that the threat was real and hunting. He hadn't experience the Camp, but the stories of the one they called Burner had been almighty enough to give him daily pray for no great and final light leaping up over the horizon.  You've sunk to your knees in a flow of dim crystal, and the tears come again, slower. You're staring at your own gravity in the water, your mass and self and shape minuscule standing atop the infinite plunge, water desperate to waterfall down to nothingness, the stubborn earth refusing its passage as it squats on its right to be gravity's most loved. Even knowing the immense of your crown, you can't help but feel helpless to ever achieve your deathsent goal. But right now, if you pretend, you can wade in the waters and forget all but the softsoak leaves and the endless westfall. Is this what Eden promised? Alone of life, save for the endless welcoming green. What was it that the shrine begged you to sing, in the lands of the Seventh Lord? Life... The Silver Mind posted:The Traitor sat folded on the dirt floor. She shook with the rustling mania of murderous intent, her hands clutching the swatch of bird-crushing wood as she felt the Sun whisper obscenities and her dead eye spin and dilate with the unseen millions of her arms driving the blade down, down, down into head after head after head. Like little nightbirds. She wanted them all broken and splayed out under the face of the Sun over a red finality. She wanted so many things with conflicted frenzy. But they all keep smashing into a lovely stone wall. They all kept dragging her eyes, alive and dead, over to the hulking form sleeping peaceful in the bed. She looked at the one she loved, comatose but alive, and let herself go mad with the need to know if she'd ever hear their voice again. If not, if not, then she could leap. She could break. Her broken spine would blossom with awesome strength, and the Sun would know every injustice witnessed was now to be repaid.  So tired. In every way that fatigue can learn to crawl into your existence. Entropy coming from the redshift end to talk to you about mortality. Tired from pushing through so many leaves. Tired from so much pain. Tired from lack of sleep and too many drugs, tired of not being able to explain. You stop and sniff as you stare shoulder-deep in a grassy waterpool, currents rushing crystalline in the darksight past your slumping wade. You're looking up at an incredible ascent before you. Currents gravitons, current hydroflow, pouring over the leafen mountains of eternal green. You claw over to the cliff, knowing you'll be suffering a slow long climb. But if you fall, only soft waters and silken leaves will catch you. You begin to ascend. You forget to notice that your suit if growing dark purple. You just can't think enough to care about anything but the sheer exhaustion of the sorrowful water-greens.  Look. Light. Leave. ... You sit by the last incline, slowly coming aware. You realize that once you go up this hill, there's going to be something terrible. You don̛̖̗̘̙̍̎̄̅̀̕'̛̖̍̎̄̅̀́̕͘t̛̖̗̘̍̀́̕ ̖̗̍̎̄̅̿̕r̖̍̎̕e̛̖̗̘̙̍̎̄̅̀̕a̛̖̗̍̎̄̀́̕͘l̛̖̗̘̙̍̎̄̕l̛̖̗̘̍̀́̕y̖̗̍̎̄̅̿̕ ̖̗̘̙̍̕k̖̍̎̄̕n̖̗̘̙̍̎̄̅̿̕o̖̗̘̍̎̄̅̕w̛̖̗̘̙̜̍̎̄̅̀́̕͘ ̛̖̗̘̍̎̄̅̀́̕h̛̖̗̘̙̜̍̎̄̅̀́̕͘ơ̖̍̀́̕w to feel, dissociation a great gray over memory and intent. You're lethargic, water dripping off the last of the leaves and down over your darkening suit. YouRIENNE is here. LEVITY is here. LUMES is here. GANDIVA is here. BURNER is here. rolled over and crying again, and you're doing it as deep into cover as you can to hide it from the scythe. It's so quiet and gentle here. She'll know for sure you wept if you make a sound here. Someone is listening. You're suffocating. You dare to bubble air and hold it, straining mad against the urge to scream. You KNOW ascending is going to lead to the worst possible thing. You know it. Someone is listening, and you know it. You're blacking out from the strain, buried in cool soft leaves, dreaming mad of a massive crowd of people all cheering the Black Crows victory, all begging you to go to the cabin where the party was waiting. For you, #1 Camper. You want to tell Alyssa why Nyx is so amazing despite what happened to her. You have no idea what you want, but it's anything but this. ... But Red. Red. If you ever want to see Blue again, you know you have to save Red. You know you have to stand up for her. Just her. Not for the scythe and its tithe. Not for your own wretched live. For your Camp guardian. Come on. Get up. Try. Try. (WL - Walk.) 20(-5) [3]+[6]+[5] = 14 - Success. ANXIETY: [ X ][ X ][ X ][ X ][50%] [Disquiet] You slowly pull up in ascent. Limbs weak and soggy with sullen. Your one grace the warming gold of your inner molten, like Red's hands over your heart.  
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I'm worried about how our zolty suit is doing... since it started orange, i can only assume that the darker it gets, the closer it is to hitting its rad protection limit, and I can't imagine that however it vents that radiation will be good for us, or possibly the wanderers as the barrier between realities seems to be thinning again.
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The Blue Book posted:"...theme of powerful cursed item sets made of unusual and fell materials, such as Molten Gold, Raw Steel, Slade, Quicksilver, Prayer Diamond, False Adamant...
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Do we have the attention of the big three of MC&D, or just of their agents and facilities? Because I kinda forgot they existed until brought up in that entry.
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Randalor posted:Do we have the attention of the big three of MC&D, or just of their agents and facilities? Because I kinda forgot they existed until brought up in that entry. We absolutely do. If I could remember the two agents with a personal threat rating system's name I'd quote the relevant posts.
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