If I see a GM return I'll get a post up, but till then...
Also plus I've been hella tired.
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I was also waiting for some others to post...or for our GM to say something <.< to long with out a word from the GM always makes me nervous for a games survival
Bump for great justice
I feel like starting at first contact, while interesting, was a poor choice :/ to many questions about set up and what really will/should happen.
I think things would have gone better if we stared like later in the point of equestrian involvement in galactic community.
I think things would have gone better if we stared like later in the point of equestrian involvement in galactic community.
Guess this is dead :/
The further he walked from the group, the less clearly he felt the guiding force. But it seemed to hold out long enough for him to be hiding nearby where the group of defeated thugs had gathered. They moved unnaturally, some of them clearly supporting themselves on broken limbs or hardly at all as if they were puppets being held aloft by invisible strings. The sight of it was enough to turn Ito's stomach a bit. Partially in fear and partially in disgust. Something weird was clearly going on.
He figured he could rule out drugs, as he doubted even the most potent of narcotics could produce the effect he was seeing before him. It was truly skin crawling, like a sight out of a horror movie. If it were the subtle movement of their chests from slow-unsteady breaths, He'd swear he was looking at the walking dead. Though a few of them he wasn't so sure he could see them breathing at all, and that really gave him the shivers.
Now that he was hear that sense of knowing and seeing was almost totally gone. It felt more like a memory, and a vague one at that. Why had he been so stupid as the follow something like a feeling? Why hadn't he called the police, or picked up a pipe or something and tried to help like that? How was running away and finding the group of thugs ALONE when he wasn't exactly much of a fighter going to help anyone. It really seemed like it would get him killed honestly. He cursed his stupidity, but the fact that whatever that feeling was had actually lead him to the spot where the thugs had gone to post roughhousing had to mean something right? Or was he simple that unlucky.
As he half begged to no one in particular what he should do next, One of the figures stood out to him. It wasn't standing moving quite like the others were. It was moving much more like a normal person. Not perfectly like a normal person, but not something that would get weird looks when they made their way down the street. The feeling, now barely a whisper in his ear compared to the loud pull at his core it once was, told him that person was the center of this madness. But what was he to do about it?
'Smite the wicked, in the name of justice' the whisper said, but for a split moment it was that loud, overwhelming feeling again. And thought it was only for a second, it was enough to push Paul Ito into movement. He dived from his hiding place towards the leader of the group reaching out place both of his hands about the man's face; intending to grab hold as hard as he could and not let go and hope against hope that he didn't get beaten to death.
He figured he could rule out drugs, as he doubted even the most potent of narcotics could produce the effect he was seeing before him. It was truly skin crawling, like a sight out of a horror movie. If it were the subtle movement of their chests from slow-unsteady breaths, He'd swear he was looking at the walking dead. Though a few of them he wasn't so sure he could see them breathing at all, and that really gave him the shivers.
Now that he was hear that sense of knowing and seeing was almost totally gone. It felt more like a memory, and a vague one at that. Why had he been so stupid as the follow something like a feeling? Why hadn't he called the police, or picked up a pipe or something and tried to help like that? How was running away and finding the group of thugs ALONE when he wasn't exactly much of a fighter going to help anyone. It really seemed like it would get him killed honestly. He cursed his stupidity, but the fact that whatever that feeling was had actually lead him to the spot where the thugs had gone to post roughhousing had to mean something right? Or was he simple that unlucky.
As he half begged to no one in particular what he should do next, One of the figures stood out to him. It wasn't standing moving quite like the others were. It was moving much more like a normal person. Not perfectly like a normal person, but not something that would get weird looks when they made their way down the street. The feeling, now barely a whisper in his ear compared to the loud pull at his core it once was, told him that person was the center of this madness. But what was he to do about it?
'Smite the wicked, in the name of justice' the whisper said, but for a split moment it was that loud, overwhelming feeling again. And thought it was only for a second, it was enough to push Paul Ito into movement. He dived from his hiding place towards the leader of the group reaching out place both of his hands about the man's face; intending to grab hold as hard as he could and not let go and hope against hope that he didn't get beaten to death.
Best wishes with that, that is rough.
I plan to get a post up tomorrow.
EDIT:
And thus my post is up!
Officially regretting having my character run away now, guess He'll get introduced to the gang at a later date lol
Prince, please let me know if the actions I took in my post are okay.
I plan to get a post up tomorrow.
EDIT:
And thus my post is up!
Officially regretting having my character run away now, guess He'll get introduced to the gang at a later date lol
Prince, please let me know if the actions I took in my post are okay.
The birds can be raven cleaver if they are summoned as 'ravens', but she normally summons them as 'tools' where she can control them first hand or give them orders to follow. All ravens released in the ship are of the latter; basically nen-bot-birds doing their best to follow a command. After exacting the peck on your head, it would go back to prioritizing exploration. If you tied a thread about it's neck and forced it to the ground and kept it from flying or going in a certain direction it would simple learn to walk and go in an opposite direction. So yeah that could work lol
Does mars have a 5th dimensional hat? If not I can make these black birds smaller than her stander ones (Her standard Raven being roughly the size of a Red-Tail Hawk; So 35 pound bird you got in your hat there )
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