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@Dark Cloud
NGL, it comes off as kinda critical when you're legitimately expecting other characters to come and make your character "activate" and "participate" in the narrative, instead of just... getting out of bed and being proactive.
Sam's not stuck in his scene 100% like, say, Alice is. After all, she can't just walk away from an active combat scenario, and dick around, so I have to wait for her scene to proceed, whereas Sam can, again, get up and go do things.
Speaking of, @PaulHaynek, I realize it's a lot to ask and a hell of my own making, but can I get any solo updates to Alice, since she's legitimately by herself, and her scene only moves with the GM Update? If not, it's fine. Again, hell of my own making, lol.
NGL, it comes off as kinda critical when you're legitimately expecting other characters to come and make your character "activate" and "participate" in the narrative, instead of just... getting out of bed and being proactive.
Sam's not stuck in his scene 100% like, say, Alice is. After all, she can't just walk away from an active combat scenario, and dick around, so I have to wait for her scene to proceed, whereas Sam can, again, get up and go do things.
Speaking of, @PaulHaynek, I realize it's a lot to ask and a hell of my own making, but can I get any solo updates to Alice, since she's legitimately by herself, and her scene only moves with the GM Update? If not, it's fine. Again, hell of my own making, lol.
@PaulHaynek
"It went in deep, but not deep enough," Carroll says, as he spread his corrupting goo across Alice's body, and bandaged the wound - more or less, as it was pulling the separated flesh together. "Still, that movement was unlike anything I've ever seen. If you can, bait it out a few more time, and I think I can counter it."
"Very well," Alice says, as she weathered the flurry of blows from the assaulting swordsman. "Forgive me, sir," she says, "If would be better for you to use your best attack, that Heavenly Strike technique. This is nothing in comparison," she skipped on her heels, and held Carroll in her left hand alone,"Allow me to show you..."
Alice, suddenly, planted her heels, and dashed forward; scooping Carroll upwards, in an arc, and with her sudden reach, created a bloody rainbow above her with the completed arch.
Returning to a two-handed hold, Alice would retreat from her target and keep the other two in sight.
"Don't hold back!" Carroll barked. "Use your right hand, not your left, dummy!"
Alice meeped, flailing her arms. "B-Buh-Buh-But, I thought it was okay to take it easy on Humans!" she whined, "I'm not insulting them, am I!? Am I insulting you!?" Alice looked at the men; pleading for an answer with her big eyes. "Nnnn..."
EDIT: Made the couplet rhyme.
"It went in deep, but not deep enough," Carroll says, as he spread his corrupting goo across Alice's body, and bandaged the wound - more or less, as it was pulling the separated flesh together. "Still, that movement was unlike anything I've ever seen. If you can, bait it out a few more time, and I think I can counter it."
"Very well," Alice says, as she weathered the flurry of blows from the assaulting swordsman. "Forgive me, sir," she says, "If would be better for you to use your best attack, that Heavenly Strike technique. This is nothing in comparison," she skipped on her heels, and held Carroll in her left hand alone,"Allow me to show you..."
"Against the rain, the Queen never shrinks or shies;
Inciting fear in the clouds, and splitting the skies...
Rain Breaker: Inverse Rainbow!"
Inciting fear in the clouds, and splitting the skies...
Rain Breaker: Inverse Rainbow!"
Alice, suddenly, planted her heels, and dashed forward; scooping Carroll upwards, in an arc, and with her sudden reach, created a bloody rainbow above her with the completed arch.
Returning to a two-handed hold, Alice would retreat from her target and keep the other two in sight.
"Don't hold back!" Carroll barked. "Use your right hand, not your left, dummy!"
Alice meeped, flailing her arms. "B-Buh-Buh-But, I thought it was okay to take it easy on Humans!" she whined, "I'm not insulting them, am I!? Am I insulting you!?" Alice looked at the men; pleading for an answer with her big eyes. "Nnnn..."
EDIT: Made the couplet rhyme.
Cool! Being able to just place things like in Sims would definitely speed up the process over ordering construction and all that. Thanks!
LOL. Yeah, we don't have all year, and Infactorium comes from a massively high-tech expansion pack, so the idea that you can place orders, and that shit gets 3D printed is not that far fetched, when your Guild Leader turned into a cybernetic fusion of a drider queen and an undead dragon. XD
Just for the sake of clarification, are the new factories already built? Earlier in the meeting (although six months ago IRL time) it sounded like we just had the blueprint, and it would be up to the overseers to design their floors. From the most recent post it sounds like they're done and ready to be turned on and explored though. In either case, could I also ask who built/will build them?
The floor plans are up to the Overseers to design like a house in Sims 3, but Faetalis already put the infrastructure in from the digging she had done. I'm skipping the whole narrative process of describing the whole construction of all ten skeletons, and just letting you guys get straight to your design plans.
So, effectively, you're flipping the lights on and powering up two massive, empty rooms with infinite freedom to make them your own.
Alright. New cycle start. Not much to say about this update. I'm just happy it's up. I was back and forth on it for so long, and eventually, just hit the button. Looking forward to everyone's post, now.
@The Irish Tree
@Guess Who
@Lugubrious
@Stern Algorithm
@Lucius Cypher
@The Irish Tree
@Guess Who
@Lugubrious
@Stern Algorithm
@Lucius Cypher
Faetalis would take the covering offered, and suddenly grow a second pair of arms and two pairs of legs, as her lower half burst open at seamed into a mess of simple, copper wires and panels of the vaunted Carbon Steel; reconfiguring herself, Faetalis would rise above them all, and flexed the form of the Lv75 Raid Boss [Horrorqueen Drider, Alpharancne] - however her body seemed incomplete, as the blanketing cloth seemed to glue to her skin and veil her eyes, as her upper body took on a phantasmal, decaying state and look, as she took on the body of the Lv70 Raid Boss [Poltergeist Dragon, Gravewurm] and her upper body took on scales and needle-sharp claws to gouge and sever flesh from behind the pale.
Before any member of her Raid Council could register the fact they were in the presence of two fused Raid Bosses, they would feel something punch into them like a breeze.
Before anyone could raise their guard, before their instinct could even process the idea of it, they would feel the breeze rummaging through them.
Before anyone could even question, "Why," the breeze would be gone...
Faetalis withdrew a string of silk from their bodies, and a strange phantom was attached to the thread by the base of its spine. Roaring, Faetalis would put her quartet of dragon arms and spider spinnerets to work, as she powered through every phantom until it was packed into a jacket like the one she'd donned.
Once again, Faetalis had set her Raid Council to a semi-rigged test. Again, the point wasn't to pass or fail, but to put their all into the task set before then. Even if they had picked an existing skinsuit, she would have tailored it to fit them, and suit them. In the case of Tungsten and Cormac, the "old men" of the group, she expected them to choose off the rack, after introspection. Equally, she'd expected the pushback from Levia, in concerns to her form and her pride in what her Creator had given her; in the same vein, she expected the same of Gammatron, as her parasitic nature didn't have a lingering permanent form, as she changed with her host, so having a permanent body would be off-putting.
And, Mae had lived up to that expectation, perhaps, the most thoughtfully of all. Such was the nature of her Head Chef; to inquire and ponder; to question and experiment; to put her pride on the chopping block and slice, dice, and mince it into whatever "dish" was on her mind, until it "tasted" perfect.
And, to these ends, Faetalis would tailor their own, unique features in.
For Mae, the [Home Sweet Home] Passive, which gave Mae the warmth of a rolling kitchen, and the embrace of a new home; the unbridled kindness that children would flock to, and the unblemished potential that adults would revere. In conversation, she could draw no ire and soothe flames of anger with a few words.
For Levia, the [Wildwoods Dracoling Hatchling] Active, allowing her to embrace the form of one born a [Wildwoods Dracoling] and coat her arms and legs in gleaming, verdant scales; tip her fingers and toes in sharp, digging claws; and, edged her teeth in sharp fangs, while gifting her a short, but powerful tail to sound the darkness of her tunnels.
For Gammatron, the [Swarming Queen] Active, allowing her the power to draw vermin to her aid; creatures of simple minds and simple natures, and gift them the intelligence of her Ants, and the power to set them in a direction aligned with her own Hive. From ants to rats to wasps to butterflies, the vermin far and wide will follow her Will beset upon them, as if she were their Goddess.
For Tungsten, the [Industrious King] Passive, which gave him a supernatural sway and charm in the matters of business and industry; a man of the markets, and a scion of sales, his opinion is well respected and sought after, once given and proven. As it is well-known, he that controls the banks, controls the markets, and he that controls the markets, controls what sells and what doesn't.
For Cormac, the [Soulflame Forge] Active, allowing him to smelt metal as if it were the next stage of metalworks and quality, by investing the fire of his very soul into the hammer, anvil, and forge when he works. Each hammer strike, a part of himself is ground into the metal; every fold, a spiritual success to the next last one. The Will of the Fomorian imparted upon every creation.
After uncounted minutes of marveling at her craft, Faetalis's Dollhouse would fall silent of snips and snaps, and she would hold the jackets in her many arms, as she spider-walked to her Raid Council in turn, as she presented their jackets.
“My Raid Council, you've reached the last hurdle and surmounted it,” Faetalis says, before presenting Mae her jacket, “Mae, hold on firmly to your warmth of hearth and home,” she walked to Levia,“Levia, never surrender your wildness, but learn to embrace your civility, as well,” she presented her jacket, and continued, “Gammatron, start small, do not fear failure, so you may ascend naturally,” she presented her jacket, then moved on, “Tungsten, turn that industrious mind towards the future, and help shape this world,” she presented his jacket, and stood, finally, before Cormac, and presented his jacket, “and, Cormac, forge that iron will of yours to steel, and ready your hammer for the coming demand.”
“Take the rest of the day, and savoir your new position. Get yourselves used to your new skin, and the power that they bare,” Faetalis says, dispelling her transformation, and standing skyclad before them once more,“and visit your new Factories. Power them up, and explore your new domains. Then, prepare yourself - in a week, we will move upon Anzelgrad.”
“Raid Council! Dismissed!”
Before any member of her Raid Council could register the fact they were in the presence of two fused Raid Bosses, they would feel something punch into them like a breeze.
Before anyone could raise their guard, before their instinct could even process the idea of it, they would feel the breeze rummaging through them.
Before anyone could even question, "Why," the breeze would be gone...
Faetalis withdrew a string of silk from their bodies, and a strange phantom was attached to the thread by the base of its spine. Roaring, Faetalis would put her quartet of dragon arms and spider spinnerets to work, as she powered through every phantom until it was packed into a jacket like the one she'd donned.
Once again, Faetalis had set her Raid Council to a semi-rigged test. Again, the point wasn't to pass or fail, but to put their all into the task set before then. Even if they had picked an existing skinsuit, she would have tailored it to fit them, and suit them. In the case of Tungsten and Cormac, the "old men" of the group, she expected them to choose off the rack, after introspection. Equally, she'd expected the pushback from Levia, in concerns to her form and her pride in what her Creator had given her; in the same vein, she expected the same of Gammatron, as her parasitic nature didn't have a lingering permanent form, as she changed with her host, so having a permanent body would be off-putting.
And, Mae had lived up to that expectation, perhaps, the most thoughtfully of all. Such was the nature of her Head Chef; to inquire and ponder; to question and experiment; to put her pride on the chopping block and slice, dice, and mince it into whatever "dish" was on her mind, until it "tasted" perfect.
And, to these ends, Faetalis would tailor their own, unique features in.
For Mae, the [Home Sweet Home] Passive, which gave Mae the warmth of a rolling kitchen, and the embrace of a new home; the unbridled kindness that children would flock to, and the unblemished potential that adults would revere. In conversation, she could draw no ire and soothe flames of anger with a few words.
For Levia, the [Wildwoods Dracoling Hatchling] Active, allowing her to embrace the form of one born a [Wildwoods Dracoling] and coat her arms and legs in gleaming, verdant scales; tip her fingers and toes in sharp, digging claws; and, edged her teeth in sharp fangs, while gifting her a short, but powerful tail to sound the darkness of her tunnels.
For Gammatron, the [Swarming Queen] Active, allowing her the power to draw vermin to her aid; creatures of simple minds and simple natures, and gift them the intelligence of her Ants, and the power to set them in a direction aligned with her own Hive. From ants to rats to wasps to butterflies, the vermin far and wide will follow her Will beset upon them, as if she were their Goddess.
For Tungsten, the [Industrious King] Passive, which gave him a supernatural sway and charm in the matters of business and industry; a man of the markets, and a scion of sales, his opinion is well respected and sought after, once given and proven. As it is well-known, he that controls the banks, controls the markets, and he that controls the markets, controls what sells and what doesn't.
For Cormac, the [Soulflame Forge] Active, allowing him to smelt metal as if it were the next stage of metalworks and quality, by investing the fire of his very soul into the hammer, anvil, and forge when he works. Each hammer strike, a part of himself is ground into the metal; every fold, a spiritual success to the next last one. The Will of the Fomorian imparted upon every creation.
After uncounted minutes of marveling at her craft, Faetalis's Dollhouse would fall silent of snips and snaps, and she would hold the jackets in her many arms, as she spider-walked to her Raid Council in turn, as she presented their jackets.
“My Raid Council, you've reached the last hurdle and surmounted it,” Faetalis says, before presenting Mae her jacket, “Mae, hold on firmly to your warmth of hearth and home,” she walked to Levia,“Levia, never surrender your wildness, but learn to embrace your civility, as well,” she presented her jacket, and continued, “Gammatron, start small, do not fear failure, so you may ascend naturally,” she presented her jacket, then moved on, “Tungsten, turn that industrious mind towards the future, and help shape this world,” she presented his jacket, and stood, finally, before Cormac, and presented his jacket, “and, Cormac, forge that iron will of yours to steel, and ready your hammer for the coming demand.”
“Take the rest of the day, and savoir your new position. Get yourselves used to your new skin, and the power that they bare,” Faetalis says, dispelling her transformation, and standing skyclad before them once more,“and visit your new Factories. Power them up, and explore your new domains. Then, prepare yourself - in a week, we will move upon Anzelgrad.”
“Raid Council! Dismissed!”
I must have rewritten that short scene, at least, ten times...
"Is this it, then," Alice asks, taking up Carroll in both hands; his parasitization started to creep up her left arm like a plant setting root. His roots dug in deep, claiming the whole of her arm. However, in contrast, a tangle of messy roots spilled over from Alice's right hand, and reverse parasitized him, selfsame, from his pommel to the base of his blade.
Because a Mad Hatter was already a creature corrupted by a parasite, Carroll couldn't just stake a claim on the body with ease, and Alice couldn't, instinctively, allow his transgression.
Thus, their symbiotic relationship held instinctive evenness.
"Don't underestimate them. They stand firm. They will neither buckle nor bow, if you approach them without intent to kill," Carroll says. "So, throw all notions of kindness to the wind, and breathe..."
Alice nodded, and breathed in, and out, in steady measure...
In her hands, she held Carroll like a rank amateur; her two-handed grip absolutely clumsy on a one-handed axe - she'd garner more power upon her swing, sure, but her control was halved with the additional arm, and her range was quartered in addition. In mechanical terms, she went from a Standard Action to Full-round Action, from a Range of 5-feet to Range of 0-feet, and all for an increase of Damage plus Strength to Damage plus Strength-1/2.
However, there was a reason for that. Alice was built for Close-quarters Combat, due to her racial advantages. Mad Hatters were a walking plague of perversion, and their bodies where made firm by the colonization of the parasitic mushrooms from the cap they wore; which, in turn, generated new spores for parasitic breeding that were expelled as large clouds or copiously salivated to infect normal men and women - making the men more susceptible to their wiles, and women more willing to be turned into Matango.
In time, a Mad Hatter could take over entire villages by simply breathing - such was the madness of Wonderland.
However, Lady Kyouko's most dearest wish of her was likely for her to not do that again without explicit permission.
Unfortunately, this was combat, and she was alone, so that was a wish she couldn't grant...
"Haaa..." Alice exhaled an almost invisible cloud of spores.
"It's three-on-one, so take them on one-by-one, and keep that in mind," Carroll says. "Don't divide your attention unnecessarily."
"Understood! Let's go, Carroll!"Alice says, dashing forward to her nearest for, counting on her spores to have set him off-balance.
Because a Mad Hatter was already a creature corrupted by a parasite, Carroll couldn't just stake a claim on the body with ease, and Alice couldn't, instinctively, allow his transgression.
Thus, their symbiotic relationship held instinctive evenness.
"Don't underestimate them. They stand firm. They will neither buckle nor bow, if you approach them without intent to kill," Carroll says. "So, throw all notions of kindness to the wind, and breathe..."
Alice nodded, and breathed in, and out, in steady measure...
In her hands, she held Carroll like a rank amateur; her two-handed grip absolutely clumsy on a one-handed axe - she'd garner more power upon her swing, sure, but her control was halved with the additional arm, and her range was quartered in addition. In mechanical terms, she went from a Standard Action to Full-round Action, from a Range of 5-feet to Range of 0-feet, and all for an increase of Damage plus Strength to Damage plus Strength-1/2.
However, there was a reason for that. Alice was built for Close-quarters Combat, due to her racial advantages. Mad Hatters were a walking plague of perversion, and their bodies where made firm by the colonization of the parasitic mushrooms from the cap they wore; which, in turn, generated new spores for parasitic breeding that were expelled as large clouds or copiously salivated to infect normal men and women - making the men more susceptible to their wiles, and women more willing to be turned into Matango.
In time, a Mad Hatter could take over entire villages by simply breathing - such was the madness of Wonderland.
However, Lady Kyouko's most dearest wish of her was likely for her to not do that again without explicit permission.
Unfortunately, this was combat, and she was alone, so that was a wish she couldn't grant...
"Haaa..." Alice exhaled an almost invisible cloud of spores.
"It's three-on-one, so take them on one-by-one, and keep that in mind," Carroll says. "Don't divide your attention unnecessarily."
"Understood! Let's go, Carroll!"Alice says, dashing forward to her nearest for, counting on her spores to have set him off-balance.
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