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That could work in an Apocalypse ruled alternate universe. His love of the "survival of the fittest" concept would be most appropriate. I could easily see him setting up tournaments and Roman style skirmish games that you vokunteered for in hopes of winning vast rewards or to seek a pardon for some felonious activity.
When Bloom failed to reply, Sarah shrugged an popped a piece of the sushi that Magnus had whipped up into her mouth. That was Bloom for you. She spoke out- and spoke loud when she had something to say but otherwise said little. Things were getting boring here. Starry Eyed had run off. The cat person thing hadn't said a word and was standing like a bump on a log. Honestly, weren't cats supposed to be more playful?
"Gotta go," Sarah said to those remaining, "I've studying to do."
Right, studying, that was about as likely as a flying chicken. Then again, what was to stop a mutant chicken from actually flying? Mutant Chicken? Were there such things as mutant animals? Sarah couldn't reason why not. Whales predated man by at least tens of thousands of years. She'd have to ask Dr. McCoy or somebody that wouldn't laugh at her for asking such a stupid question.
Striding through the living room, past a half dozen young people watching television, surrounded by a half dozen reading textbooks, Sarah entered the front hall and mounted the staircase to get to her room, golden tresses streaming behind her as she took the stairs two at a time. That was one of the advantages of being an X-Man, even if she was a rookie; She got to have her room inside the main building instead of the student dormitories at the periphery. Mind you, it also meant she'd be in the frontlines in any attack against the mansion. That part sucked.
Once in her room she grabbed her duffel bag full of costumes before quickly turned on her heel and heading down towards the danger rooms. The costumes had been crafted in the facility below. The costume fabricator, a piece of alien technology, was capable of producing a surprising variety of different articles of clothing and could be custom programmed if one knew how. Of Shi'ar manufacture, the original fashions were a little- ostentatious.
She descended through one of the hidden elevators and under the recessed lighting of the facility's corridors until she opened the reinforced hatchway leading into the danger room. It opened into a medieval city, wooden structures, and cobblestone streets. Empty for the moment but when she told the program to begin the rabble and riff raff of the fantasy world would materialize first appearing as silhouettes composed of random bits. Then they would resolve themselves into their proper images like a television antenna picking up the signal.
"Gotta go," Sarah said to those remaining, "I've studying to do."
Right, studying, that was about as likely as a flying chicken. Then again, what was to stop a mutant chicken from actually flying? Mutant Chicken? Were there such things as mutant animals? Sarah couldn't reason why not. Whales predated man by at least tens of thousands of years. She'd have to ask Dr. McCoy or somebody that wouldn't laugh at her for asking such a stupid question.
Striding through the living room, past a half dozen young people watching television, surrounded by a half dozen reading textbooks, Sarah entered the front hall and mounted the staircase to get to her room, golden tresses streaming behind her as she took the stairs two at a time. That was one of the advantages of being an X-Man, even if she was a rookie; She got to have her room inside the main building instead of the student dormitories at the periphery. Mind you, it also meant she'd be in the frontlines in any attack against the mansion. That part sucked.
Once in her room she grabbed her duffel bag full of costumes before quickly turned on her heel and heading down towards the danger rooms. The costumes had been crafted in the facility below. The costume fabricator, a piece of alien technology, was capable of producing a surprising variety of different articles of clothing and could be custom programmed if one knew how. Of Shi'ar manufacture, the original fashions were a little- ostentatious.
She descended through one of the hidden elevators and under the recessed lighting of the facility's corridors until she opened the reinforced hatchway leading into the danger room. It opened into a medieval city, wooden structures, and cobblestone streets. Empty for the moment but when she told the program to begin the rabble and riff raff of the fantasy world would materialize first appearing as silhouettes composed of random bits. Then they would resolve themselves into their proper images like a television antenna picking up the signal.
Why skip the hair dressing? Why not take the opportunity to learn something and throw some accuracy into the posts by watching a youtube video on how to make a French twist or any whatever style is most suitable?
*giggles* Darkshadow has no appreciable skills. Does exotic dancing count or a broad knowledge of faerie tales, popular culture and Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
Sarah used to have nightmares and they would animate the shadows in her room. Considering the number of "damaged" characters already I decided to drop that aspect of her background. She's still, surprisingly, afraid of the dark though. With the ability to see in the dark naturally the idea seems silly but it's that which makes her scared of the dark. If one has always been able to see, day or night, losing the ability to see or going blind would be terrifying.
*giggles* Darkshadow has no appreciable skills. Does exotic dancing count or a broad knowledge of faerie tales, popular culture and Buffy the Vampire Slayer?
Sarah used to have nightmares and they would animate the shadows in her room. Considering the number of "damaged" characters already I decided to drop that aspect of her background. She's still, surprisingly, afraid of the dark though. With the ability to see in the dark naturally the idea seems silly but it's that which makes her scared of the dark. If one has always been able to see, day or night, losing the ability to see or going blind would be terrifying.
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I can only assume thanks to the MMORPG reference that there is some magical element to this? If so, how much? I'm assuming also that wizards of significant power have better means of making coin than helping out rogues.
An interesting something I've used in my tabletop RPG events is not prohibiting warrior types but making the open carry of a bow or any blade longer than six inches illegal. That way the warrior types are dependent on the rogues for smuggling in the very weapons that the warriors use to defend the rogues!
An interesting something I've used in my tabletop RPG events is not prohibiting warrior types but making the open carry of a bow or any blade longer than six inches illegal. That way the warrior types are dependent on the rogues for smuggling in the very weapons that the warriors use to defend the rogues!
I was planning on being a simple harlot in Nassau, Tortuga or Kingston. After that, perhaps she'll become a captain's woman and eventually a pirate (Considering a British, Portuguese or Spanish captain would never stoop so low)
-and all at once! Someone is very talented!
I'm trying not to play Assassin's Creed 4. I've put almost thirty hours into it in the last week. There's just something about sailing around in circles in your brig, firing off cannonades at Man'o'wars and shouting, "Loosen Stays. Spanker Starboard. Let's catch that wind!"
I'm trying not to play Assassin's Creed 4. I've put almost thirty hours into it in the last week. There's just something about sailing around in circles in your brig, firing off cannonades at Man'o'wars and shouting, "Loosen Stays. Spanker Starboard. Let's catch that wind!"
"He'll live. He may spend some time alone with his hand but he'll live." Sarah assured Bloom with her typical audacity, "It's his own damn fault for being so easily flustered."
Well, if you go according to the books I'll be flying around with a bubble force field around myself using force plasma bolts :)
So, let's not...
The funny part is, how rarely you see a force user actually use the force for guidance. That's the most powerful ability of the force. When you don't know which corridor leads towards your captured teammates you simply listen. The force won't tell you which way they are, but you feel good about certain directions and that success lies down that way. Mind you, one might think it'd take you to your comrades so you can free them... only to discover that you're instead being led to a power junction you need to disable because your friends have already freed themselves and are about to be recaptured without a good distraction.
So, let's not...
The funny part is, how rarely you see a force user actually use the force for guidance. That's the most powerful ability of the force. When you don't know which corridor leads towards your captured teammates you simply listen. The force won't tell you which way they are, but you feel good about certain directions and that success lies down that way. Mind you, one might think it'd take you to your comrades so you can free them... only to discover that you're instead being led to a power junction you need to disable because your friends have already freed themselves and are about to be recaptured without a good distraction.
Enh... I am so bummed. I don't know why I bother with posting.
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