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Well, I'm trying to be good and not jack the GM's thread :)
Don't worry about it. I have humongous experience with the roleplaying thing. I've been doing it since the late eighties.
Here's the deal, Jax is totally new to the school. He doesn't know what CrimsonWarrior might now. There's a degree of separation between yourself and character. For example, CrimsonWarrior might know that there are a bunch of thugs at the end of an alley but his character would not... so the character walks in heedless to any danger while CrimsonWarrior bites at his nails hoping things won't go too far sideways.
In this case, however, Bamf has been around the school for a long while. That's why he's giving the tour. Think about this. You, Crimson Warrior are new to a school and getting a tour when a few weirdos walk by talking stuff that makes no sense. What would you do? What would any of us do? You'd ask... what the hell is up with that or something similar to the person who knows the lay of the land.
So, anticipating this I shoot Bamf's player a quick message on what the heck is going on since his character would know about such things where Jax wouldn't. This allows the narrative to develop naturally. At this point Nighthawk could spin the conversation with Jax any number of ways and makes for more realism as the world around the characters is revealed to extend beyond just the PCs. Forums make this delightedly easy in the way tabletop games could only dream.
This is the true power of the NPC!!! mwah hah hah hah hah!
Here's the deal, Jax is totally new to the school. He doesn't know what CrimsonWarrior might now. There's a degree of separation between yourself and character. For example, CrimsonWarrior might know that there are a bunch of thugs at the end of an alley but his character would not... so the character walks in heedless to any danger while CrimsonWarrior bites at his nails hoping things won't go too far sideways.
In this case, however, Bamf has been around the school for a long while. That's why he's giving the tour. Think about this. You, Crimson Warrior are new to a school and getting a tour when a few weirdos walk by talking stuff that makes no sense. What would you do? What would any of us do? You'd ask... what the hell is up with that or something similar to the person who knows the lay of the land.
So, anticipating this I shoot Bamf's player a quick message on what the heck is going on since his character would know about such things where Jax wouldn't. This allows the narrative to develop naturally. At this point Nighthawk could spin the conversation with Jax any number of ways and makes for more realism as the world around the characters is revealed to extend beyond just the PCs. Forums make this delightedly easy in the way tabletop games could only dream.
This is the true power of the NPC!!! mwah hah hah hah hah!
Nah, you see it in fiction all the time, extraneous characters that set mood or provide exposition and sometimes, admittedly rarely, philosophical commentary. It's a shame that you don't see it more often in forums.
I use them all the time on the tabletop. Sure, you can simply have a demon walk into the town and describe him.... but if a harried farmer in a leather skullcap rushes in carrying a torch, wild eyed and breathing heavily, suddenly calls out, "The demon comes! The Demon comes!" and throws the town into panic... then the mood is set and when I describe the demon finally arriving the players are irked.
Instilling emotion, whether it be tension, heartache or exultation is what a writer exists for.
Edit: Mind you, unlike a movie or novel, there's nothing stopping anyone from walking up to any of these characters and chatting with them or asking Bamf about them :)
I use them all the time on the tabletop. Sure, you can simply have a demon walk into the town and describe him.... but if a harried farmer in a leather skullcap rushes in carrying a torch, wild eyed and breathing heavily, suddenly calls out, "The demon comes! The Demon comes!" and throws the town into panic... then the mood is set and when I describe the demon finally arriving the players are irked.
Instilling emotion, whether it be tension, heartache or exultation is what a writer exists for.
Edit: Mind you, unlike a movie or novel, there's nothing stopping anyone from walking up to any of these characters and chatting with them or asking Bamf about them :)
*grins* What, you thought the mansion was empty? :)
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"Oh... believe me," Sarah answered, considering Laura's question and biding for time, "It does. Just not here."
There was so much more to it Where to begin? The blond mutant considered what to reveal and what not to. One thing that was certain was that Laura kept secrets. She was trained to do so. That made things different than with some of the other students. She'd told Bamf, errr... Magnus, a little bit of it but she didn't trust even him. He was far too playful and free spirited, too much like herself. Unlike Laura, Sarah knew she was something of a gossip and couldn't be trusted.
"That's probably because I was made this way by someone, a telepath with power that almost matched Xavier's," Sarah explained, "Before him I was rather timid and ordinary. I read fantasy books and hid myself away from the world. My own power gave me nightmares and those nightmares spawned shadows on my bedroom wall that spawned more nightmares. I didn't use curlers, wear makeup and I wore baggy clothes.
Sarah stepped away from the railing and spun on her bare feet, keeping to her toes and pirouetted, letting the ebon silks she wore floated around her limbs and the waves of golden hair spilled out with the force of her spin. She then leaned back against the rail for she realized that, having moved away from the railing that Laura was forced to choose between looking at her and the ship they were preying upon.
"Then he came along and rewrote my brain. He made me...." Sarah continued and then paused, trying to figure out how to euphemize what she was going to say, "Oh, who am I trying to kid. He made me his slut- and made me totally obedient as well. I was practically his slave. The professor fixed a lot of the damage in my head but I found I liked some aspects of what he'd done to me. For one, I'm a hell of a lot braver. I'd never do the things I do back then but then there are the drawbacks. I still like being tied up and being submissive and I have to resist that all the time-"
Sarah noted that the ship had grown quite close. It wouldn't be long now before everything went to hell. Which was the good part she had to admit. The cannonades, the boarding and then, of course, killing the captain and taking the ship for yourself.
"-and I think you're about to do your thing." Sarah noted and withdrew slightly to allow Laura a moment to concentrate.
There was so much more to it Where to begin? The blond mutant considered what to reveal and what not to. One thing that was certain was that Laura kept secrets. She was trained to do so. That made things different than with some of the other students. She'd told Bamf, errr... Magnus, a little bit of it but she didn't trust even him. He was far too playful and free spirited, too much like herself. Unlike Laura, Sarah knew she was something of a gossip and couldn't be trusted.
"That's probably because I was made this way by someone, a telepath with power that almost matched Xavier's," Sarah explained, "Before him I was rather timid and ordinary. I read fantasy books and hid myself away from the world. My own power gave me nightmares and those nightmares spawned shadows on my bedroom wall that spawned more nightmares. I didn't use curlers, wear makeup and I wore baggy clothes.
Sarah stepped away from the railing and spun on her bare feet, keeping to her toes and pirouetted, letting the ebon silks she wore floated around her limbs and the waves of golden hair spilled out with the force of her spin. She then leaned back against the rail for she realized that, having moved away from the railing that Laura was forced to choose between looking at her and the ship they were preying upon.
"Then he came along and rewrote my brain. He made me...." Sarah continued and then paused, trying to figure out how to euphemize what she was going to say, "Oh, who am I trying to kid. He made me his slut- and made me totally obedient as well. I was practically his slave. The professor fixed a lot of the damage in my head but I found I liked some aspects of what he'd done to me. For one, I'm a hell of a lot braver. I'd never do the things I do back then but then there are the drawbacks. I still like being tied up and being submissive and I have to resist that all the time-"
Sarah noted that the ship had grown quite close. It wouldn't be long now before everything went to hell. Which was the good part she had to admit. The cannonades, the boarding and then, of course, killing the captain and taking the ship for yourself.
"-and I think you're about to do your thing." Sarah noted and withdrew slightly to allow Laura a moment to concentrate.
I rather assume the real detail will be in the initial OOC post. The story skeleton is rather succinct one what to expect.
Jax found himself being passed by what appeared to be an infant now more than a year old that had half kicked off its blankets. He lay back in a small floating egg of sorts that moved at a walking pace, bobbing slightly as he made his way through the school. The baby peered at Jax as they passed one another. Behind him, a large young man, nearing seven feet, walked by wearing a wide visor that looked much like those the X-Man Cyclops wore and bore hands that looked quite grey, almost like they were made of stone.
"What chu lookin at?" the baby said in a deep baritone that would have better served a plumber from Brooklyn. His small electronic collar blinked green in time with each syllable, as if it were speaking on the baby's behalf.
"I'm sorry Face," the larger one continued, as if they were continuing a conversation that Jax had only just come across, "I forgot to put on my glasses before brushing my teeth."
"Yeah, except now you ain't got no hands so who's gonna do crap for us?"
"Come on... It won't last forever." the grey handed boy stated as they started to go around the corner and their voices faded with distance, "Just got to let it wear off after all."
"What chu lookin at?" the baby said in a deep baritone that would have better served a plumber from Brooklyn. His small electronic collar blinked green in time with each syllable, as if it were speaking on the baby's behalf.
"I'm sorry Face," the larger one continued, as if they were continuing a conversation that Jax had only just come across, "I forgot to put on my glasses before brushing my teeth."
"Yeah, except now you ain't got no hands so who's gonna do crap for us?"
"Come on... It won't last forever." the grey handed boy stated as they started to go around the corner and their voices faded with distance, "Just got to let it wear off after all."
Hmmm... now we're just waiting on Helsing. The poor lad hasn't been on for five days.
Hmm... I could get into this.
AkiBlue said
You must take into consideration that not all educational systems are the same, and not all may try to further their knowledge as you might have...
Only in America could a statement like that be uttered.
You know, I was feeling apologetic but given the response... I hereby rescind my apology and hit unsubscribe. Oh, and in case there's some confusion, "rescind" means "take back".
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