This blew up from when I checked it out this morning. I'm interested, for sure, but, I gotta ask, is there even a point to being a villain/villainess, since that will align you against a great deal of the cast?
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Tis what happens when you get quoted verbatim.
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...man, nothing like overlooking a typo, and seeing it nine days later as a copy and paste.
An update on the plan, since I didn't post yesterday. A collab is in underway and we're making progress. It should be enjoyable when done!
Looking forward to what happens.
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I have no particular preference either, though I might suggest a two-way collab instead of three-way, only because in my experience, collabs take longer the more people are involved.
For me, it's just a matter of finding a day that all three of us could be in the same place for, at least, an hour to write without interruption.
Oh! Lol!
Falling, as in, falling victim. Basically, you would get two humans, because this is a small village. Not a lot of available strength.
Falling, as in, falling victim. Basically, you would get two humans, because this is a small village. Not a lot of available strength.
Sounds good. I'll get a post up today or tomorrow. If Mae and Gamma are clear to engage (after receiving Faetalis' latest missive via a skeleton) any guidelines for handling the humans? That is, what level of agency do we have in making them or writing out their actions, or will you be playing all the humans?
That's depending on if you two would like to collab the scene together or as a trio.
If you'd like to just going in a collab as you two, then you merely need to make a small party of ten, mixed genders and ages, and one will end up falling for Mae and Gamma each; make them as you wish, from top to bottom.
If you two would like a three-way collab, it will be slightly different in terms of the party structure and how the events play out.
Both options will lead to the same overall ending, so I'll leave that decision to you and @Stern Algorithm.
Upon receiving Mae's rather agreeable confirmation, Faetalis would see her scamper off in her adorably rotund and jolly way; if not for the utter lack of head, Mae would make a picturesque Mrs. Santa Clause. Tungsten and Levia agreement was a foregone conclusion with the obedient nature of the Bardic Engineer, and the excitable puppy nature of the Dragonoid Wrecking Ball - perfectly suited to the desires of their creators, but less so for her. It wasn't like telling her Guildmates what to do, and calling the shots during GvG, but more like telling their children what to do.
It felt awkward, to say the least.
Still, she needed to keep the image that they saw of her, so they could keep their own morale. If they saw her as a leader - no, as the Leader - then... she couldn't stop leading.
CRAK!
Faetalis pivoted her arm, “[Craft Self: Prosthetic Arm] [Craft Form: Tyrant Maw] [Divine Artisan: Tyrannical Cannon]” and her arm erupted with metal and wood, forming a dragon-mouth cannon out of her arm, “[Rebirth: Genesis]” which came to life, as the dragon growled, and dripped molten drool, as it scanned the trees.
...only for a young buck to burst out of the treeline, and race beyond sight once more. It would seem, Mae still had some vittles to round up, in the future. Faetalis would need to assure she didn't over-hunt. “[Release]” the Technomancer Crafter sighed, letting the weapon crumpled into its component parts, as the life within died. “That was embarrassing,” Faetalis pouted, her shoulders dropping in embarrassed shame. “Idiot...”
Scratching then back of her head, she turned to Tungsten and Levia, “So, anyways, let's talk a walk, you two,” Faetalis says, hiding the pain, “The plan is simple, but bears repeating, as such,” she looked to the distance, “Tungsten, you will draw a circle a mile deep, and Levia, you will use your destruction precisely as told to cleanly carve it out. Then, Gamma will - ” Faetalis froze, before she had a moment of panic, “I forgot to tell Mae that Gamma had another role!”
Faetalis, rather suddenly, groaned in clear and evident frustration; turning away, she scrubbed her hands in her hair, fitfully. She was clearly agitated, but didn't wanna be seen weak. Her mind raced for a moment, before she turned, “Tungsten, can you pass a massage on to Gamma with a Cyber Skeleton? I need her to, once she and Mae are done, if she choose to go, start having her colony dig an elevator shaft to the bottom of the mountain, and tunnel door outwards from the centermost point of Infactorium. However, I need the entries to be made discreetly; a door for us to know, and no other.”
Faetalis looked back, her eyes glowing as she looked positively monstrous for a Human, “Another thing, have Mae and Gamma both understand, the humans aren't to be physically harm by them, but if any should harm themselves and be left for death, they thusly spoils of war. They deserve something in return for being used in such a vile way by my hand. That's all.”
“Levia, I will require the brilliance your father instilled in your mind, for when we are done, I will ask you to breed a specialized breed of Slime,” Faetalis says, approaching her, and taking her hands in her own. “I believe you can do so without fail. Before that, however, if you two and ready, let's be off.”
Turning on her heel, Faetalis headed off for the cliff where the approaching expedition was camping. Hardly a threat, alone, a scouting party represented the potential for a bigger threat to mount in the shadows.
Infactorium was not yet online. All threats, no matter size, would be efficiently routed.
It felt awkward, to say the least.
Still, she needed to keep the image that they saw of her, so they could keep their own morale. If they saw her as a leader - no, as the Leader - then... she couldn't stop leading.
CRAK!
Faetalis pivoted her arm, “[Craft Self: Prosthetic Arm] [Craft Form: Tyrant Maw] [Divine Artisan: Tyrannical Cannon]” and her arm erupted with metal and wood, forming a dragon-mouth cannon out of her arm, “[Rebirth: Genesis]” which came to life, as the dragon growled, and dripped molten drool, as it scanned the trees.
...only for a young buck to burst out of the treeline, and race beyond sight once more. It would seem, Mae still had some vittles to round up, in the future. Faetalis would need to assure she didn't over-hunt. “[Release]” the Technomancer Crafter sighed, letting the weapon crumpled into its component parts, as the life within died. “That was embarrassing,” Faetalis pouted, her shoulders dropping in embarrassed shame. “Idiot...”
Scratching then back of her head, she turned to Tungsten and Levia, “So, anyways, let's talk a walk, you two,” Faetalis says, hiding the pain, “The plan is simple, but bears repeating, as such,” she looked to the distance, “Tungsten, you will draw a circle a mile deep, and Levia, you will use your destruction precisely as told to cleanly carve it out. Then, Gamma will - ” Faetalis froze, before she had a moment of panic, “I forgot to tell Mae that Gamma had another role!”
Faetalis, rather suddenly, groaned in clear and evident frustration; turning away, she scrubbed her hands in her hair, fitfully. She was clearly agitated, but didn't wanna be seen weak. Her mind raced for a moment, before she turned, “Tungsten, can you pass a massage on to Gamma with a Cyber Skeleton? I need her to, once she and Mae are done, if she choose to go, start having her colony dig an elevator shaft to the bottom of the mountain, and tunnel door outwards from the centermost point of Infactorium. However, I need the entries to be made discreetly; a door for us to know, and no other.”
Faetalis looked back, her eyes glowing as she looked positively monstrous for a Human, “Another thing, have Mae and Gamma both understand, the humans aren't to be physically harm by them, but if any should harm themselves and be left for death, they thusly spoils of war. They deserve something in return for being used in such a vile way by my hand. That's all.”
“Levia, I will require the brilliance your father instilled in your mind, for when we are done, I will ask you to breed a specialized breed of Slime,” Faetalis says, approaching her, and taking her hands in her own. “I believe you can do so without fail. Before that, however, if you two and ready, let's be off.”
Turning on her heel, Faetalis headed off for the cliff where the approaching expedition was camping. Hardly a threat, alone, a scouting party represented the potential for a bigger threat to mount in the shadows.
Infactorium was not yet online. All threats, no matter size, would be efficiently routed.
A post is coming soon. Just been second-guessing my writing lately. Apologies for the wait.
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