I'll cook up some general ideas for discussion, and PM them when I have a minute. Glad to see it's accepted.
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I'm interested.
I'm not in a position to toss up a CS, right now, since I'm curious if it's possible to be a powered around a Rafflesia? Core Power is using scent, either from her sweat, passively, or parasitic bulbs, actively, to create areas of denial with the overpowering scent of corpses at a minimum, and summon/control vermin at her current refinement by marking targets with different scents for various purposes.
VERY emo girl with a not-so-marketable-for-kids power incoming, if it is possible.
I'm not in a position to toss up a CS, right now, since I'm curious if it's possible to be a powered around a Rafflesia? Core Power is using scent, either from her sweat, passively, or parasitic bulbs, actively, to create areas of denial with the overpowering scent of corpses at a minimum, and summon/control vermin at her current refinement by marking targets with different scents for various purposes.
VERY emo girl with a not-so-marketable-for-kids power incoming, if it is possible.
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EDIT: Nevermind. Looked at the OOC, and saw it was full.
Mistress. Creator. Lady. Each title drew inward pain and regret, as Faetalis was forced to confront the fact that she was all that remained of her once illustrious guild: Infactorium; now, a shambles of ruins, beset upon a mountaintop forest, and nothing more than a shadow of the dungeon it once was - like Aztec Ruins, in a beautifully, ironic way. However, she couldn't face that challenge further than a moment, as she refocused, and reached out a colossal forepaw to caress Levia's head with a single talon that was as long as she stood tall. “You've done well,” she says, “As have you, Tungsten. And, you've done fantastically Mae.”
Despite the sovereign depths of harshness in Havern's voice, there was an undeniable kindness and genuineness from Faetalis's own speaking. Looking around, she noticed the absence of Gamma and Cormac, but, as she needed Levia and Tungsten more than either, that was fine enough for now. There was a suddenness with the watch that Havern's body seemed to crumble inwards, and the forgery of wood and metal flexed outwards, to crumble and collapse to the ground - leaving a skyclad Faetalis to be head-patting Levia, before her dress reformed around her.
“I have surveyed the area around us, and I have... little to report, beyond an oddity...” Faetalis admits, “However, I will supply that report at a later date. What needs to be known is that we are being set upon.” Faetalis turned, “This is a problem we can prevent, however. Tungsten, I need you to use your sonar to ping the area that I'll be taking you and Levia to, as I wish to identify structural weaknesses to soundly smooth out a mile of the mountain face for Levia to destroy so perfectly that no-one can climb up with ease.”
Faetalis turned back, “Canology Mae, your presence is serendipitous. If it would not trouble you, I have a request of yourself, your staff, and Gamma - although, it may be a demeaning request to you both,” she frowned, “Before I had Levia and Tungsten reshape the mountain face, I request that you and Gamma repel the expedition that strays near us - instill a sense that something demonic haunts this mountain, so they won’t get hurt by the collapse planned.” Sighing, Faetalis rubbed her cheeks, as if frustrated, “I’d rather not imply that you’re only purpose is to be monsters, but alas, such is what I need and request of you. If you find this agreeable, please relay this request to Gamma, and seek me out as swiftly as possible.”
Despite the unspoken notion that Cormac would be unnecessary in this plan, Faetalis had designs in mind for the most human of her Overseers; though, giant as he was, his physique was still entirely human, as was his overall progress of thought. As such, once the humans were sufficiently cowed by her current plan, she could put into motion the idea of using Cormac by her side as an envoy’s assistant of sorts.
After all, how better to blend in, than to look the same. It was the reason she kept up her human appearance, after all. Plus, with his taciturn nature, Faetalis had little reason to worry about Cormac speaking out of turn - unless the matter was that of blacksmithing, but that was for another day’s worry.
Right now, she just needed Mae’s answer, Levia’s destructive nature, and Tungsten’s sensory prowess.
Despite the sovereign depths of harshness in Havern's voice, there was an undeniable kindness and genuineness from Faetalis's own speaking. Looking around, she noticed the absence of Gamma and Cormac, but, as she needed Levia and Tungsten more than either, that was fine enough for now. There was a suddenness with the watch that Havern's body seemed to crumble inwards, and the forgery of wood and metal flexed outwards, to crumble and collapse to the ground - leaving a skyclad Faetalis to be head-patting Levia, before her dress reformed around her.
“I have surveyed the area around us, and I have... little to report, beyond an oddity...” Faetalis admits, “However, I will supply that report at a later date. What needs to be known is that we are being set upon.” Faetalis turned, “This is a problem we can prevent, however. Tungsten, I need you to use your sonar to ping the area that I'll be taking you and Levia to, as I wish to identify structural weaknesses to soundly smooth out a mile of the mountain face for Levia to destroy so perfectly that no-one can climb up with ease.”
Faetalis turned back, “Canology Mae, your presence is serendipitous. If it would not trouble you, I have a request of yourself, your staff, and Gamma - although, it may be a demeaning request to you both,” she frowned, “Before I had Levia and Tungsten reshape the mountain face, I request that you and Gamma repel the expedition that strays near us - instill a sense that something demonic haunts this mountain, so they won’t get hurt by the collapse planned.” Sighing, Faetalis rubbed her cheeks, as if frustrated, “I’d rather not imply that you’re only purpose is to be monsters, but alas, such is what I need and request of you. If you find this agreeable, please relay this request to Gamma, and seek me out as swiftly as possible.”
Despite the unspoken notion that Cormac would be unnecessary in this plan, Faetalis had designs in mind for the most human of her Overseers; though, giant as he was, his physique was still entirely human, as was his overall progress of thought. As such, once the humans were sufficiently cowed by her current plan, she could put into motion the idea of using Cormac by her side as an envoy’s assistant of sorts.
After all, how better to blend in, than to look the same. It was the reason she kept up her human appearance, after all. Plus, with his taciturn nature, Faetalis had little reason to worry about Cormac speaking out of turn - unless the matter was that of blacksmithing, but that was for another day’s worry.
Right now, she just needed Mae’s answer, Levia’s destructive nature, and Tungsten’s sensory prowess.
No worries. As long as you're interested enough to wanna post, I'm happy enough.
Posted as soon as my shift started. So, almost two hours late, but post is up, lol
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Absolute confidence. That's what Faetalis wanted to put on display for her remaining Overseers, for her remaining family; she had access to her HUD and menus - unbeknownst to her, a simple product of her Android design, and not what she hoped - which allowed her status of her Guild Members. Zero. They always say, that one is the loneliest number, but what is zero, if nothing at all - the peak of loneliness? Shaking her head, Faetalis attempted to dispel those thoughts that would haunt, like tacos after Tuesday, and focused on the ground beneath her.
Dragons had eyesight keen enough to pull a single human race from a crowd of thousands, and ne'er lose sight of it, even under illusion and witchery. As such, even in the blinding midday sun, it was child's play to take in the village so far below her, and every face that hustle and bustle about. It was a quaint thing; provincial and, most likely, ancestral to many of the people that she spied on from the cloud layer. It was impossible to know how they would react to a dragon, so she daren't go lower than she was, but they seemed to be acutely aware that something was amiss.
After all, they were communing on the side of the village adjacent to where Infactorium had crashed.
Unwilling to risk more, Faetalis took into the clouds, and saw something standing taller than any building in YGGDRASIL Online ever had; a tower into the clouds, that went beyond the skyborne ceiling, and out of her sight. Her demihuman eyes had not even glimpsed it, yet Havern's eyes could see it plain as day - yet, even to his eyes, it seemed ethereal, unreachable. Faetalis had so many questions, and knew, instinctively, there were no answers at this present moment.
For now, that shining tower was to be regarded as an errant model with bad coding. Havern was a monster, and Faetalis was not. It was probably that simple - had to be - so she turned her attention back to the village...
...it was dark.
“W-What!?” Faetalis stammered, as she started at her "in-game clock".
[12:32 AM JST]
“I've been up here... for twelve hours...” Faetalis realised with a chill.
In YGGDRASIL Online, even the most basic of Transformation Magic was timed. Faetalis could maintain, with her Mana Pool and Divine Magic, Bronze Raid Boss transformations for ten minutes; sacrificing power for time.
Twelve hours, however, was a far cry away.
Again, her mind reeled with questions too numerous to truly have answers, and she had to tear herself away from the turmoil of her own mind, and race back to Infactorium. As she soared through the clouds, she could see small fires burning along the mountainside - campfires.
While she was staring at the clouds, so to speak, an exploration party had assembled beneath her... aimed for Infactorium. Now, she had bigger problems. In their current state, Infactorium while had guards to defend her, she was in a state of being recycled, and her only forces were doing said recycling.
In the cover of the dark, she swept over the campsite - the darkness lending her a cover most welcomed - and landed before Infactorium. Her tongue darted from her maw, and she tasted the air; immediately, she could taste Levia’s dragonic taste, and Tungsten’s metallic taste. Setting off, she squeezed through the halls and rushed through the open spaces to the freest of her Overseers - forming a plan, as she ran.
Dragons had eyesight keen enough to pull a single human race from a crowd of thousands, and ne'er lose sight of it, even under illusion and witchery. As such, even in the blinding midday sun, it was child's play to take in the village so far below her, and every face that hustle and bustle about. It was a quaint thing; provincial and, most likely, ancestral to many of the people that she spied on from the cloud layer. It was impossible to know how they would react to a dragon, so she daren't go lower than she was, but they seemed to be acutely aware that something was amiss.
After all, they were communing on the side of the village adjacent to where Infactorium had crashed.
Unwilling to risk more, Faetalis took into the clouds, and saw something standing taller than any building in YGGDRASIL Online ever had; a tower into the clouds, that went beyond the skyborne ceiling, and out of her sight. Her demihuman eyes had not even glimpsed it, yet Havern's eyes could see it plain as day - yet, even to his eyes, it seemed ethereal, unreachable. Faetalis had so many questions, and knew, instinctively, there were no answers at this present moment.
For now, that shining tower was to be regarded as an errant model with bad coding. Havern was a monster, and Faetalis was not. It was probably that simple - had to be - so she turned her attention back to the village...
...it was dark.
“W-What!?” Faetalis stammered, as she started at her "in-game clock".
[12:32 AM JST]
“I've been up here... for twelve hours...” Faetalis realised with a chill.
In YGGDRASIL Online, even the most basic of Transformation Magic was timed. Faetalis could maintain, with her Mana Pool and Divine Magic, Bronze Raid Boss transformations for ten minutes; sacrificing power for time.
Twelve hours, however, was a far cry away.
Again, her mind reeled with questions too numerous to truly have answers, and she had to tear herself away from the turmoil of her own mind, and race back to Infactorium. As she soared through the clouds, she could see small fires burning along the mountainside - campfires.
While she was staring at the clouds, so to speak, an exploration party had assembled beneath her... aimed for Infactorium. Now, she had bigger problems. In their current state, Infactorium while had guards to defend her, she was in a state of being recycled, and her only forces were doing said recycling.
In the cover of the dark, she swept over the campsite - the darkness lending her a cover most welcomed - and landed before Infactorium. Her tongue darted from her maw, and she tasted the air; immediately, she could taste Levia’s dragonic taste, and Tungsten’s metallic taste. Setting off, she squeezed through the halls and rushed through the open spaces to the freest of her Overseers - forming a plan, as she ran.
Been busy af with the rona vaccine released and life returning to its usual hustle and bustle while still working at home. I’ll try to get a post up by the weekend.
Glad to hear you're okay. I'm so leery of that vaccine. It's best if I take it, but... eeegghh... needles and possible side-effects make me hella paranoid.
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