SimplyJohn

The Echo Game! Something Different! Always Recruiting! Exclamation Marks!

"Aaahhh...Now, what exactly do you think you could help me with? I doubt it has anything to do with the casino..."

@SpookySquid

Reaching out slowly and calmly, not wanting to give Craleeti any reason to assume hostile intent, or get a reason to get any payback for Chuck's humiliating assault, Chuck plucked the glass eye... 'one of the eyes from the Great Wizard of the Ring', he recalled Mateel having said, wondering why the goblin hadn't mentioned a figure held in such reverence by the posturing nobleman sitting before him. It may have been because this 'Great Wizard' was not in the country at all, which would make him someone important somewhere out in the world. Chuck made a quick mental note to find out more about the mysterious Wizard as soon as he could, but now was not the best time for that.

"In my line of work I rarely run into people who couldn't make use of my talents in one form or another. I'm sure there's someone who owes you something or holds something which should by all rights belong to you; someone who has upset you, either professionally or personally; or someone who stands in your path to greater things. Any of these people could be... dealt with for you." Chuck smiled broadly, letting Mateel catch a glimpse of his sharp teeth for a moment before concluding, "With the utmost discretion, of course."

It was a risky maneuver, but one worth making. Hopefully Mateel would fall for the bait and name his older brother, the favoured son of the family, in which case arrangements could be made for Chuck to meet the great noble, placing him one step closer to the reins of leadership in this country. If not, any other contacts Mateel might provide would only help Chuck gain a power base from which to act, a network of colleagues, accomplices and dupes who could provide him with information and resources for the right price, even if that meant turning on his new friend and sacrificing their burgeoning relationship in order to secure a more favourable position.

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer (Accepting CS's)

@Revans Exile

Whatever could two attractive female AIs do in the middle of a steam-filled room together? I'm guessing pedicures, but may be mistaken.

The Fog

@TheUnknowable "Well, that was an interesting fight. With enemies like that out there, we'll have to be more careful. First, though, is anyone hurt? I can heal you. Otherwise, we need to eat and discuss this. We definitely need guards too."

@Light "They will keep watch over the camp. Any objections?"

Retrieving her blades from the bandit leader's neck as his corpse stood next to her Kismet quickly patted herself down, checking for any injuries. She hadn't felt any pain at all, but she'd learnt that in the heat of the moment you didn't always feel the wounds until it was too late. There was plenty of blood over her, but as she wiped it away she assured herself that none of it had been her own.

"I'm fine over here," She called over to Siana with a smile, waving her arm to show it was still attached and still working. Turning towards the necromancer, she watched him quizzically for a moment before stepping a little closer, iving the two of them a little privacy from the rest of the party as they went about looting the bodies. Kismet had already gathered her fill of the booty, and felt it best not to push her luck while others were paying attention.

"That's a useful spell to have," She said to Adamar by way of an introduction, "But that armour of his seems like a very useful piece of equipment to have. A little too sophisticated for mere bandits, wouldn't you say? Would you mind giving it a closer examination and let me know what you uncover?"

While she knew enough about magics to survive in the crazy world she found herself living in, Kismet would be the first to admit she knew little of their actual operation. At times like these it was usually better to rely on an expert's opinion on the matter.

Omnipocalypse [open]

@TheUnknowable "Ok, the ship is about a kilometer in that direction. Big, red ship, with a bit of corrosion but no openings that I could see. Another hundred meters in, though, and the Alpha radiation starts to increase, so I'd take my rad meds now. I've got some if you need them."

"No need," Harry replied, listening in over his radio, "I brew my own."

Reaching back into his bike's storage compartment Harry pulled out a complicated looking device made of of straps, a syringe, sealed test tubes and a whole lot of tubing. Strapping the thing tightly over his left bicep, the mechanic pushed the plunger on the syringe down until the needle pierced into his vein, letting the homebrew radaway seep into his bloodstream. "Should be good for upto eight hours. I've used this stuff for years, I would share but it can be a little toxic to anyone without a resistance to gecko venom."

"We taking the vehicles any closer, or are we on foot from here?" He asked, peering back over his shoulder towards the horizon. Whoever it had been in the dust cloud back outside of Johnsville had followed them for a while before turning away, either deciding the runners weren't worth the wasted fuel or worried about crossing into another gang's territory. Not that the territory was worth much, all Harry'd seen for hour was rad-scorched wasteland, luckily with most of the radiation down under safe levels now, at least that's what the Geiger counter on his handlebars told him.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

but you do know that the number fitting in between 2 and 4 is 3 and that the half-life of 4 is 2, right? And that is obvious evidence that Half Life 3 will come. Undeniable logic!

@Ellri

All logic is undeniable when taken out of context. :)

Operation Shadow Sabre

"Well, the short answer is 'a lot.' More so than the rest of us, actually."

@Light

Tilting her head Saf frowned inside her helmet, that sounded just a little too glib to be true, and for a moment she wondered if the Great Creator was just a little too proud of his accomplishments. "So, what? I'm invulnerable then?" Saf asked, her voice dripping with doubt. "Could this shielding of yours stop an entire enemy squad? A tank? An airstrike!?! How about if you dropped me from orbit? Would it protect me from the heat damage from the friction, or just eliminate the friction altogether?"

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer (Accepting CS's)

@Revans Exile

I went for water, you're going for fire. :)

Before RvB there was; Project Freelancer (Accepting CS's)

As he watched Washington get thrown back over the wall Georgia grinned inside his helmet. "Worst charge ever. Of all time." He muttered to himself. Georgia's first reaction was to back away as far as he could, preferably onto another planet, but that was hardly an option right now so instead he let himself fall backwards as he fired a burst from his rifle into the closest robot, letting the recoil propel him into a backwards roll which gained him a good couple of meters, and ended up with him standing beside a tall pillar.

Quickly rolling on his heel the armoured warrior spun into the cover just as a smattering of return fire smacked into it, showering him with fragments of the tough material. "Hey, wait a sec, are they using live ammo too?" He called into his radio, asking anyone and everyone at once. If this really was going to be an unfair advantage from the get-go then the recruits wouldn't stand a chance.

It can't be as simple as that, Georgia thought to himself, letting his eyes gaze around the room as he leaned back against the pillar, feeling the reverberations of weapons impacts on the far side while looking for some sort of advantage hidden in the terrain that he might be able to use. This is supposed to be a test after all, and they wouldn't have shipped us all out here just to kill us.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Heeeeyyy, you spelt it 'arsehole'. Are you a resident of the Commonwealth, too?

@HHShetland

Only arseholes spell arsehole 'asshole'.

I've heard from tour guides who've worked in Jerusalem (the one currently in Israel, not the one in Massachusetts :P) that the Golden Gate, which Jesus is said to have entered Jerusalem through while riding on an ass, is sometimes jokingly referred to as the Ass-Hole.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

@Pripovednik@Genni

Geoff looked up at the head dangling from the ceiling with the attitude of a man who's seen it all before and reached over towards the sink. "Sorry about this little fella', looks like we're gonna be needing another burp out of you." He said as his fingers closed around the throat of the baby ice drake. It was lucky for his guests that the local caves held an abundance of the creatures, and that all they needed to sustain themselves was a steady diet of water and puppies. "I'll be sure to add a Dobermann to your bowl tomorrow morning as a special treat."

Stomping up the stairs, wary of leaving Hilda on her own yet again with so many customers in, Geoff quickly made his way straight to Elderi's room. The barman knew the Drum like the back of his hand, even with the multidimensional madness it tried to pull off sometimes, but even if he didn't the blazing light glowing out from under the door was a sure sign he was in the right place.

Kicking open the door, Geoff yanked the ice drake's tail hard, sending a stream of ice shooting into the room, instantly freezing everything in sight. Fiona's blazing inferno was instantly changed into an intricate sculpture, each flame held suspended in a timeless frieze blending into the wall behind her. At the core the petite sprite lay trapped, entombed in her prison as her eyes darted around the room, trying to find a way to escape but finding none.

It took Geoff a moment to realise that Elderi hadn't been alone in the room, and as his eyes settled over the two frozen goddesses a bashful look settled over his face. "Oh dear," he mumbled, unsure what he should do next. He knew any number of spells which could release the deific divas, the real question was should he? From what he'd seen both of the beauties had wicked tempers and the hole ripped in the far wall showed that they probably weren't in the best of moods right now. That, or Elderi had been in the middle of what must've seemed the greatest night of his life.

Bending down the half-troll peered under the bed to where the metamorph was still hiding. "My my my," Geoff began, his voice practically dripping with playful innuendo, "What have you been upto here, my friend? I hope they were both worth it, 'cos this damage is going to cost a pretty penny to repair."