Just wanted to be clear. After all, I have two posts saying two different things. I normally take the GM's post as gospel over a player's :)
I'm going to wait for Crimson to post before I post piling into the Blackbird.
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Oi? Was Plasma recued or not? This seems a little unclear.
Shadowtits? Plaything? Sarah rolled her eyes. She supposed she should be used to the nickname by now. Still, she hadn't really expected Aya to continue using such strange nicknames outside of training. This was a real mission after all and not a romp through the danger room.
"If we manage to get out of here," Sarah replied as Aya extended a hand and helped her up, never once taking her blue eyes off of the dark nimbus that was their adversary,"you can play with my tits all you want."
She really didn't like the way that the Shadow King was fixated upon her, his crimson glowing eyes seemingly poring through her flesh, into the marrow of her bones and somehow deeper. It was not a sensation she relished, somewhat like a group of drunk guys leering at you after midnight, their loose inhibitions festering dark thoughts to prominence.
Eying the Shadow King warily as he circled and approached, Sarah wasn't the only one surprised to find the very earth around him rumbling. She would have to thank Mantle later for that, as the ground began to seemingly bubble and attempt to rise.
"If we manage to get out of here," Sarah replied as Aya extended a hand and helped her up, never once taking her blue eyes off of the dark nimbus that was their adversary,"you can play with my tits all you want."
She really didn't like the way that the Shadow King was fixated upon her, his crimson glowing eyes seemingly poring through her flesh, into the marrow of her bones and somehow deeper. It was not a sensation she relished, somewhat like a group of drunk guys leering at you after midnight, their loose inhibitions festering dark thoughts to prominence.
Eying the Shadow King warily as he circled and approached, Sarah wasn't the only one surprised to find the very earth around him rumbling. She would have to thank Mantle later for that, as the ground began to seemingly bubble and attempt to rise.
Yeah, poorly crafted bump... but at least there was a response! Still, who knows what the GM has in mind for the midway twist
A real ninja would have instinctively rolled with Aya's push and come up in a crouch. Sarah, however, was only partially trained. Stumbling and falling, spreading her length across the savannah floor with her tresses askew. The blond X-Man quickly propped herself up with one arm and turned her gaze back in the direction of the Shadow King. She was prepared to roll, to skitter across the landscape, anything to escape falling into the clutches of the black mist with an all too human visage and crimson gaze.
Darkshadow gazed up at the small Japanese girl standing in front of her, wondering whatever it was that Aya could be thinking. Whatever did she hope to accomplish?
She considered trying to help, to throw some conjured shadow stuff at the psychomorphic entity but Aya was in the way.
"Uhm... Shouldn't we bail?" Sarah asked as she rolled over and crab crawled away from the Shadow King.
Darkshadow gazed up at the small Japanese girl standing in front of her, wondering whatever it was that Aya could be thinking. Whatever did she hope to accomplish?
She considered trying to help, to throw some conjured shadow stuff at the psychomorphic entity but Aya was in the way.
"Uhm... Shouldn't we bail?" Sarah asked as she rolled over and crab crawled away from the Shadow King.
If you ask me, a bionic arm would make perfect sense. The primary weakness in real life technology is power generation. If Aya could power the bionic arm using her own mutant ability it wouldn't even need batteries. Mind you, she wouldn't be able to lift anymore than a regular girl her size without some form of additional enhancement like skeletal reinforcement.
Let the alien invasion begin!
The inn's door swung open, the golden rays of the sun outside streaming in and illuminating the rising dust motes. Assa'alliyeh Kressair stood within that coruscative nimbus, the sunlight reflecting off her golden tresses, giving her what appeared to be a divine halo. She was a thing of darkness surrounded by light, her ebony translucent silks doing little to obscure her figure. She was perfectly aware of the what was happening, was using it to effect her own dramatic entrance.
After she'd assumed the majority of those within had witnessed her entry she moved into the common room, her sleeves trailing behind her like a wraith's. She moved like royalty, like a goddess, her posture straight and her bare feet slipping across the worn wooden planking in the manner of a dancer. Behind her came the lizard thing, a kobold, though one possessed of black scale mottled with red as opposed to the usual bright crimson. The little creature who scarcely came up to the diminutive elf's waist followed timidly, eyes darting about and taking in the world of the big folk in a manner that suggested he expected to be attacked at any moment.
"Come Char," Assallya beckoned as she turned slightly to address the kobold, "Do not tarry."
Though the elf spoke in common, the implication was clear and Char hastened to follow. Striding over to the bar, Assallya took a seat, legs dangling from the stool. Her kobold companion leaped, catching hold of his own stool and pulled himself up atop it. Though, with his small size he had to kneel in order to put his claws comfortably on the bar's surface. Silently he watched the bartender, his posture much like a bird's, as if it was trying to understand his new environment and what the barkeep's purpose was standing behind the wooden wall and why he was idly rubbing the polished wood with a rag.
"Greetings barkeep," she said, delivering a friendly smile, "May the gods bless this establishment which is most propitiously located. I would like a real meal, if you please, for myself and my companion. Then I would speak with thee concerning purchasing supplies and leaving these woods."
After she'd assumed the majority of those within had witnessed her entry she moved into the common room, her sleeves trailing behind her like a wraith's. She moved like royalty, like a goddess, her posture straight and her bare feet slipping across the worn wooden planking in the manner of a dancer. Behind her came the lizard thing, a kobold, though one possessed of black scale mottled with red as opposed to the usual bright crimson. The little creature who scarcely came up to the diminutive elf's waist followed timidly, eyes darting about and taking in the world of the big folk in a manner that suggested he expected to be attacked at any moment.
"Come Char," Assallya beckoned as she turned slightly to address the kobold, "Do not tarry."
Though the elf spoke in common, the implication was clear and Char hastened to follow. Striding over to the bar, Assallya took a seat, legs dangling from the stool. Her kobold companion leaped, catching hold of his own stool and pulled himself up atop it. Though, with his small size he had to kneel in order to put his claws comfortably on the bar's surface. Silently he watched the bartender, his posture much like a bird's, as if it was trying to understand his new environment and what the barkeep's purpose was standing behind the wooden wall and why he was idly rubbing the polished wood with a rag.
"Greetings barkeep," she said, delivering a friendly smile, "May the gods bless this establishment which is most propitiously located. I would like a real meal, if you please, for myself and my companion. Then I would speak with thee concerning purchasing supplies and leaving these woods."
Y'know... as much as I want to post maybe I should wait and give Knighthawk a chance to catch up.
It comes from many years as a tabletop GM. When you have to adjucate insane situations like how many dice to roll when you plunk a grenade in a motorcycle's gas tank and ram someone with it, or how to handle your players when they hire the antagonist in your story arc instead of fighting him, you start getting good at thinking ahead.
On my way to a movie in a short little bit but I'll post afterwards.
On my way to a movie in a short little bit but I'll post afterwards.
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