Stitches

The Saltaire District

@Lord Orgasmo would Victor and Adrian recognise any sort of monster/entity that uses the abilities you described in y'vanna's response? Asking for the Collab.

The Saltaire District

Wonderful posts everyone, I'm really glad we've made it through the Christmas period and I'm looking forward to posting more frequently with all of you. I'll work on a Collab with Dino tomorrow!

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Thanks so much for accepting her, I'm glad I managed to get it right on the first try. Just to double check, is this going to be an 18+ roleplay? My character's pretty dark (compared to what I usually make) and I want to know just how explicit I'm allowed to be. Is drug use, violence and the mention of erotic things (without going into detail on those things) acceptable or should I tone it down into mere implications?

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Susan Kelby - BAMBI

Citizen Registration: 6987541
Name: Susan Kelby
Alias: BAMBI
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Blood Type: B-
Height/Weight: 5’6/110lbs
Occupation: Actress/Movie Star/Dancer
DOOM Counter Reading: 98yrs 10months 33weeks 6days 12hrs 34mins 19secs

Physical Description:
As if you need a description of BAMBI. Her face is plastered literally everywhere - anything with a price tag on it, anything that could be and would be sold, has her modelling it with a smile. Her porcelain features and proportions are just too good to be true, her hair is always flawless and her outfits perpetually revealing. She’s slim, athletic, pale, with almond shaped eyes, smooth skin and pink hair that slips into blue curls. Her profile is vaguely asian, but it’s been perfectly manufactured to be a default and statistically appealing for the largest range of demographics. This isn’t the only face she ever wears, though - an intense array of cybernetics have allowed her extensive control over her appearance to better suit her career and role (see History and Enhancements).

Personality:
If we’re looking at Susan instead of her stage persona, then she can briefly be described as defeated. She’s bitter, resentful of her life, but sees no better alternative nor any easy escape, so she suppresses her own thoughts and opinions whilst regurgitating whatever her managers tell her to. She suffers from an identity crisis, meaning she often feels disassociated from her surroundings, lost, or apathetic after years upon years of being someone you really aren’t. Susan teeters on the edge, obsessed with any brief glimpses of privacy or freedom. She’s observant, quick-witted and paranoid - as anyone would be after an extended period of captivity.

BAMBI on the other hand is the epitome of pop idol. She’s sweet but sultry, playful and provocative - she adapts according to the situation and the mood to a different flavour of attractive, according to the wishes of her superiors. She meticulously organises her life to portray it as fantastical and sweet because the cameras are always watching. Contrary to popular belief, it’s been proven that BAMBI directs most of her day-to-day activities from the plating of her meals to the uniforms of her staff. She’s a people pleaser at heart.

Summary:
When Susan (then Susie) Kelby was chipped, she did what many other starving, vaguely pretty teenage girl would unfortunately turn to in order to make a bit of cash. This was the start - and the end - of her life as she knew it; moving from mediocre pornography to networking her way into television, she took on the alias of BAMBI to protect her anonymity. Work absorbed her life; it was too dangerous for young girls to be walking the streets during Happy Hour so she used her free time in a dingy apartment practicing, and practicing, and perfecting her acting abilities in front of the tarnished mirror. She would study and use the internet for references whilst becoming a bit of a shut-in, ordering most of her things to be delivered to her door. Her only interaction with people came through the job, and all those pent up emotions were translated beautifully onto the screen. She made friends, and made connections. She went out a bit more - but only to particular social events with particular people in it. From the very start, Susan knew exactly what she needed to do to survive. She had a plan.

With nothing to her name, Susan profited from her body. Anything that involved showing a bit of skin became an option; people still needed waitresses and bar staff for Happy Hour and she took it willingly. She devoted hours on end to practicing make-up, working out and carefully choosing her outfits. There were no other hobbies and she didn’t have any ‘free time’. Susan never transitioned out of that feeling of being a captive and she did not integrate with the society she was thrust into beyond showing herself off for them. All the while, the figures in her bank account increased and people started to take notice. As Susan diversified her acting abilities and took audition after audition, bribing and negotiating her way into larger gigs, she started to wade into the celebrity status and her income swelled significantly.

This was Susan’s first foray into cybernetics. It was the plastic surgery of the future - changing her eye colour at will was the first augmentation, then it was skin that’ll heal over at surface level to remove acne, wrinkles, scars...all of them were subtle and discreet. They didn’t go too far into her body and were almost entirely cosmetic. This helped her qualify for different roles, because she could make herself appear older and younger without CGI or extensive make-up. The voice became her trademark feature but the rest of her body was malleable and she broke into film because of it.

This is when BAMBI started to take over her life. Susan’s second (leading) role in “Download Diaries”, an action thriller where she played the busty no-nonsense Lieutenant Kyomi hunting down her lost memories from her time in the hands of the enemy, was the one that really kickstarted her life of fame and fortune. She bought herself bodyguards, she had her own entourage. Her life became as staged as the sets she worked on. Gone were the days of isolation in her apartment, and with it came a new influx of intrigue in the more explicit forms of media.

Susan never wasted anything. She could sell discarded lingerie, locks of hair, even the spoons she used for her cereal - at this point she had the money to replace them anyway. She had the regulars of her staff wearing masks to preserve anonymity. Instead of waiting for someone to inevitably hack her surveillance, she just put it behind a subscription paywall. Her privacy disappeared; even in the bedroom she would take requests from her fans. She never got into any committed relationship for fear of breaking the fantasy of her more ‘dedicated’ fanbase. The few channels of communication that she kept private were encrypted and protected a thousand times over, thanks to a few ‘favours’ she did for the Ministry. Tiered subscriptions kept cycling her audiences through her day to day life - as the hours got late, the family-friendly tier swapped into something a bit more adult. There were no guarantees of any performances unless she took back to her roots, which she did from time to time to keep people’s interest.

And behind all of this, Susan pulled the strings and dictated what went where alongside teams of designers. She was the star of her own perpetual performance, and whatever was left of her personality now had a pricetag. Somewhere deep down, buried under layers of silicone smiles and haute couture, laid a hollow shell of a very lonely girl. The allure and the varnish faded, but with nowhere else to go but up, BAMBI continued to thrive off the attention and Susan withered because of it. She became paranoid to the extreme, knowing full well that her private shows for the Ministry have put her DOOM counter up to an obscene level. More than anything, she wanted to send her business empire crashing down; destroy it all and go back to being a nobody. These days she knows the blind spots in all her usual routes and indulges herself in a game of cat and mouse, using her cybernetics to turn into a plain, slightly ugly stranger to give herself a fresh breeze of anonymity. This is where she finds her thrills these days. This is how she will escape - one day.

Cybernetic Enhancements: As stated in her backstory, Susan/BAMBI have delicate, high-end cybernetic enhancements that allow her to significantly change her physical appearance. The only dead giveaway is her DNA these days; she’s continued to modify, specify and intensify the level to which she can customise herself so she’s capable of evading security systems all over New Babel with the sole intent of getting some alone time. Some of the augmentations are Hyperion-approved - some of them are not. She keeps a mix and often switches between official and unofficial providers to avoid any hacking or interference from either end.

Possessions:
At this point, it’d be easier to list what BAMBI doesn’t have. Assuming that we were to list what she will always be seen carrying on her person regardless of circumstance, she has:

Ultrasmart Phone: A communication device with internet access, state of the art encryption and guaranteed privacy. One cannot have enough discretion these days...It is equipped with a flashlight, scanner (which then researches the scanned object to bring up information) and a camera with an impressive amount of zoom. Solar powered, too!

EMP Lipstick: A short-range EMP mine disguised as a woman’s essential. Functions as lipstick too, it’s merely the base that contains the machinery. Susan had this nifty tool commissioned after a paparazzi leak; it is reusable, but requires recharging for half a day to get back to the right intensity. Good to use when you want to get rid of all the cameras and microphones.

Holomirror: Exactly one second after opening this compact mirror, it produces a fullbody hologram of whatever Susan happens to be wearing. These things aren’t exactly state of the art technology, and you could find them in almost any sort of drugstore, but they’re just good to have around to check for wardrobe malfunctions. They also record the clothing you’ve worn, provided you use the same mirror each time.

Pocket Knife: No amount of technology can surpass the efficiency of poking a six-inch hole into somebody’s torso.

Skills:
Entourage: BAMBI isn’t just a pretty face; she’s a brand, and any good brand needs employees to maintain it. Provided she has access to the internet, BAMBI can ask trusted members of her entourage for help. (To balance this ability, the NPCs should be GM controlled so that their usefulness is not decided by the player, conforms to the limitations of the setting and doesn’t derail the plot. Limited 3 uses per in-game day.)

Chameleon: Susan didn’t spend all that money on Cybernetics just for show; she is capable of changing her physical appearance, from facial features to skintone. The only limitations are her physique (Aka skeletal structure and muscle/fat ratio) and her voice.

Actress: Susan lies for a living. It only makes sense that her acting abilities justify her fame. Whilst she has a range of accents and voices under her belt, it’s probably her achilles heel.

Get Me Out Of Here: Susan’s acute obsession with escape has affected the way she sees things. At the cost of paranoia and anxiety, Susan is very observant about her surroundings. She picks up on things like the subtleties of body language to the position of surveillance cameras faster than the average joe.

Deficits:
Since my character has a lot of money and connections that might overpower her in the RP, I have decided to make a list of weaknesses that should bring her down to a reasonable level. Let me know if I should add any more, these are all I could think of.

Celebrity: The first, and biggest, is that everybody knows BAMBI. If she’s too sloppy with her disguises she risks detection. There are paparazzi on her heels almost constantly. It’s harder to pass through surveillance unnoticed. Not to mention the stalkers and particularly violent perverts that lurk the darker corners of New Babel...

Bullseye: BAMBI’s DOOM counter is so high that she’s on a wanted list for every man who wants a longer life.

Civilian: It would have ruined BAMBI’s innocent persona to gain any meaningful combat training or appropriate means of self defence. Strip her of her bodyguards, her fancy cars and her connections, and she’s pretty much dead meat.

Pampered: BAMBI hasn’t had to deal with hardship in a long, long time. She’s used to free internet, copious amounts of electricity, central heating and three meals a day. Taking away her luxuries throws her off at best, and can make her more prone to illness. She’s quite useless living ‘rough’.

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I hope you're still open. I'd love to join this! My friend DinoNuts is working on a CS to work as my character's 'bodyguard'. Excuse the lack of formatting btw, I could never get the hang of it ^^" TLDR, she's That One Cyberpunk Girl On All The Billboards In Every Cyberpunk Setting Ever - a disillusioned celebrity trapped in a gilded cage.

(Edit: I should probably warn that there are explicit themes in her backstory. Nothing overt or graphic save for mentions and implications of sex and pornography.)

Susan Kelby - BAMBI

Citizen Registration: 6987541
Name: Susan Kelby
Alias: BAMBI
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Blood Type: B-
Height/Weight: 5’6/110lbs
Occupation: Actress/Movie Star/Dancer
DOOM Counter Reading: 98yrs 10months 33weeks 6days 12hrs 34mins 19secs

Physical Description:
As if you need a description of BAMBI. Her face is plastered literally everywhere - anything with a price tag on it, anything that could be and would be sold, has her modelling it with a smile. Her porcelain features and proportions are just too good to be true, her hair is always flawless and her outfits perpetually revealing. She’s slim, athletic, pale, with almond shaped eyes, smooth skin and pink hair that slips into blue curls. Her profile is vaguely asian, but it’s been perfectly manufactured to be a default and statistically appealing for the largest range of demographics. This isn’t the only face she ever wears, though - an intense array of cybernetics have allowed her extensive control over her appearance to better suit her career and role (see History and Enhancements).

Personality:
If we’re looking at Susan instead of her stage persona, then she can briefly be described as defeated. She’s bitter, resentful of her life, but sees no better alternative nor any easy escape, so she suppresses her own thoughts and opinions whilst regurgitating whatever her managers tell her to. She suffers from an identity crisis, meaning she often feels disassociated from her surroundings, lost, or apathetic after years upon years of being someone you really aren’t. Susan teeters on the edge, obsessed with any brief glimpses of privacy or freedom. She’s observant, quick-witted and paranoid - as anyone would be after an extended period of captivity.

BAMBI on the other hand is the epitome of pop idol. She’s sweet but sultry, playful and provocative - she adapts according to the situation and the mood to a different flavour of attractive, according to the wishes of her superiors. She meticulously organises her life to portray it as fantastical and sweet because the cameras are always watching. Contrary to popular belief, it’s been proven that BAMBI directs most of her day-to-day activities from the plating of her meals to the uniforms of her staff. She’s a people pleaser at heart.

Summary:
When Susan (then Susie) Kelby was chipped, she did what many other starving, vaguely pretty teenage girl would unfortunately turn to in order to make a bit of cash. This was the start - and the end - of her life as she knew it; moving from mediocre pornography to networking her way into television, she took on the alias of BAMBI to protect her anonymity. Work absorbed her life; it was too dangerous for young girls to be walking the streets during Happy Hour so she used her free time in a dingy apartment practicing, and practicing, and perfecting her acting abilities in front of the tarnished mirror. She would study and use the internet for references whilst becoming a bit of a shut-in, ordering most of her things to be delivered to her door. Her only interaction with people came through the job, and all those pent up emotions were translated beautifully onto the screen. She made friends, and made connections. She went out a bit more - but only to particular social events with particular people in it. From the very start, Susan knew exactly what she needed to do to survive. She had a plan.

With nothing to her name, Susan profited from her body. Anything that involved showing a bit of skin became an option; people still needed waitresses and bar staff for Happy Hour and she took it willingly. She devoted hours on end to practicing make-up, working out and carefully choosing her outfits. There were no other hobbies and she didn’t have any ‘free time’. Susan never transitioned out of that feeling of being a captive and she did not integrate with the society she was thrust into beyond showing herself off for them. All the while, the figures in her bank account increased and people started to take notice. As Susan diversified her acting abilities and took audition after audition, bribing and negotiating her way into larger gigs, she started to wade into the celebrity status and her income swelled significantly.

This was Susan’s first foray into cybernetics. It was the plastic surgery of the future - changing her eye colour at will was the first augmentation, then it was skin that’ll heal over at surface level to remove acne, wrinkles, scars...all of them were subtle and discreet. They didn’t go too far into her body and were almost entirely cosmetic. This helped her qualify for different roles, because she could make herself appear older and younger without CGI or extensive make-up. The voice became her trademark feature but the rest of her body was malleable and she broke into film because of it.

This is when BAMBI started to take over her life. Susan’s second (leading) role in “Download Diaries”, an action thriller where she played the busty no-nonsense Lieutenant Kyomi hunting down her lost memories from her time in the hands of the enemy, was the one that really kickstarted her life of fame and fortune. She bought herself bodyguards, she had her own entourage. Her life became as staged as the sets she worked on. Gone were the days of isolation in her apartment, and with it came a new influx of intrigue in the more explicit forms of media.

Susan never wasted anything. She could sell discarded lingerie, locks of hair, even the spoons she used for her cereal - at this point she had the money to replace them anyway. She had the regulars of her staff wearing masks to preserve anonymity. Instead of waiting for someone to inevitably hack her surveillance, she just put it behind a subscription paywall. Her privacy disappeared; even in the bedroom she would take requests from her fans. She never got into any committed relationship for fear of breaking the fantasy of her more ‘dedicated’ fanbase. The few channels of communication that she kept private were encrypted and protected a thousand times over, thanks to a few ‘favours’ she did for the Ministry. Tiered subscriptions kept cycling her audiences through her day to day life - as the hours got late, the family-friendly tier swapped into something a bit more adult. There were no guarantees of any performances unless she took back to her roots, which she did from time to time to keep people’s interest.

And behind all of this, Susan pulled the strings and dictated what went where alongside teams of designers. She was the star of her own perpetual performance, and whatever was left of her personality now had a pricetag. Somewhere deep down, buried under layers of silicone smiles and haute couture, laid a hollow shell of a very lonely girl. The allure and the varnish faded, but with nowhere else to go but up, BAMBI continued to thrive off the attention and Susan withered because of it. She became paranoid to the extreme, knowing full well that her private shows for the Ministry have put her DOOM counter up to an obscene level. More than anything, she wanted to send her business empire crashing down; destroy it all and go back to being a nobody. These days she knows the blind spots in all her usual routes and indulges herself in a game of cat and mouse, using her cybernetics to turn into a plain, slightly ugly stranger to give herself a fresh breeze of anonymity. This is where she finds her thrills these days. This is how she will escape - one day.

Cybernetic Enhancements: As stated in her backstory, Susan/BAMBI have delicate, high-end cybernetic enhancements that allow her to significantly change her physical appearance. The only dead giveaway is her DNA these days; she’s continued to modify, specify and intensify the level to which she can customise herself so she’s capable of evading security systems all over New Babel with the sole intent of getting some alone time. Some of the augmentations are Hyperion-approved - some of them are not. She keeps a mix and often switches between official and unofficial providers to avoid any hacking or interference from either end.

Possessions:
At this point, it’d be easier to list what BAMBI doesn’t have. Assuming that we were to list what she will always be seen carrying on her person regardless of circumstance, she has:

Ultrasmart Phone: A communication device with internet access, state of the art encryption and guaranteed privacy. One cannot have enough discretion these days...It is equipped with a flashlight, scanner (which then researches the scanned object to bring up information) and a camera with an impressive amount of zoom. Solar powered, too!

EMP Lipstick: A short-range EMP mine disguised as a woman’s essential. Functions as lipstick too, it’s merely the base that contains the machinery. Susan had this nifty tool commissioned after a paparazzi leak; it is reusable, but requires recharging for half a day to get back to the right intensity. Good to use when you want to get rid of all the cameras and microphones.

Holomirror: Exactly one second after opening this compact mirror, it produces a fullbody hologram of whatever Susan happens to be wearing. These things aren’t exactly state of the art technology, and you could find them in almost any sort of drugstore, but they’re just good to have around to check for wardrobe malfunctions. They also record the clothing you’ve worn, provided you use the same mirror each time.

Pocket Knife: No amount of technology can surpass the efficiency of poking a six-inch hole into somebody’s torso.

Skills:
Entourage: BAMBI isn’t just a pretty face; she’s a brand, and any good brand needs employees to maintain it. Provided she has access to the internet, BAMBI can ask trusted members of her entourage for help. (To balance this ability, the NPCs should be GM controlled so that their usefulness is not decided by the player, conforms to the limitations of the setting and doesn’t derail the plot. Limited 3 uses per in-game day.)

Chameleon: Susan didn’t spend all that money on Cybernetics just for show; she is capable of changing her physical appearance, from facial features to skintone. The only limitations are her physique (Aka skeletal structure and muscle/fat ratio) and her voice.

Actress: Susan lies for a living. It only makes sense that her acting abilities justify her fame. Whilst she has a range of accents and voices under her belt, it’s probably her achilles heel.

Get Me Out Of Here: Susan’s acute obsession with escape has affected the way she sees things. At the cost of paranoia and anxiety, Susan is very observant about her surroundings. She picks up on things like the subtleties of body language to the position of surveillance cameras faster than the average joe.

Deficits:
Since my character has a lot of money and connections that might overpower her in the RP, I have decided to make a list of weaknesses that should bring her down to a reasonable level. Let me know if I should add any more, these are all I could think of.

Celebrity: The first, and biggest, is that everybody knows BAMBI. If she’s too sloppy with her disguises she risks detection. There are paparazzi on her heels almost constantly. It’s harder to pass through surveillance unnoticed. Not to mention the stalkers and particularly violent perverts that lurk the darker corners of New Babel...

Bullseye: BAMBI’s DOOM counter is so high that she’s on a wanted list for every man who wants a longer life.

Civilian: It would have ruined BAMBI’s innocent persona to gain any meaningful combat training or appropriate means of self defence. Strip her of her bodyguards, her fancy cars and her connections, and she’s pretty much dead meat.

Pampered: BAMBI hasn’t had to deal with hardship in a long, long time. She’s used to free internet, copious amounts of electricity, central heating and three meals a day. Taking away her luxuries throws her off at best, and can make her more prone to illness. She’s quite useless living ‘rough’.

Let me know if anything needs fixed, especially in the balancing of her power. I wanted to make an investigative/helper build instead of anything combat orientated, so whilst she's really good at getting names and snooping around, she's not so good in hardship.

The Saltaire District

Is this RP still around?

The Saltaire District

Victor Strade and Adrian
Trade District - Central District

Heston was a city of vibrance. The crowds called out their signature market cries as ripples in the undulating crowds moved citizens to and fro, each elaborately and cheerfully dressed in brightly dyed clothes. Bunting fluttered in the breeze and the sun glinted off the metal flagpoles, holding banners and tapestries. The noise of hooves on the cobbles rattled its steady rhythm to the din of the market in the Trade district as Adrian, trembling, affixed the oil-soaked bandana around her nose and mouth and did her best to appear utterly impassive as her bony fingers gripped tighter and tighter still onto Victor’s hand.

Even on the worst of days, Adrian had a little edge on the usual limits of human perception in the state she was in now. Colours were brighter, sounds just a little sharper, and movement in her periphery stood out just enough to be irritating. Smells...it was hit or miss, and most of the time it missed dismally and left her nostrils perpetually assaulted with body odour. The sleepy hamlets and lively townships that Victor took her through couldn’t hold a candle to the sensory onslaught that was the city of Hestor, and that’s why she had the peppermint bandana to - at the very least - cut through some of the torment. Still, it gave her an atrocious headache when coupled with the thumping, droning noises and the dizzying array of unfamiliar sights.

Fortunately, Victor had sent word by courier from one of the outlying villages and once he arrived at one of the many taverns on the borders of the Trade district, situated far enough from the noise of the market, all it took was a brief introduction and one of the maids brought them to their room. The moment Adrian entered she ripped off her bandana, drew the curtains shut and landed face-first on the bed.

“Aaaaaaargh. Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh,” Adrian let out muffled groans of pain into the sheets. Her head was pulsing and the afterimages of the day were burned into her eyelids in splotches of colour.

“It’s okay, there there.” Victor absentmindedly comforted her as he waddled around the room, impressed with the stature of their room. Then again, anything was more fancy than what he was used to. “We can rest up for a bit but there’s still some important rules we have to follow. Well… -you- have to follow” he continued unpacking their gear as he spoke to Adrian.

Adrian continued grumbling until things took a relatively sensible shape again, at which point she lifted herself from the bedsheets and squinted at Victor confusedly. “Rules?”

“Yeah. Like the ones we have for hunting. Same applies when you’re in the big city.” he went on to explain. “Our contractors are nobles - the Prince in fact. The way we conduct ourselves has to be a bit more… “in line” then when in the wild. You follow?” he paused his unpacking, waiting for a response.

Adrian continued to stare at Victor. There was a pause, then a slow “Yes.”

“You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?” he stared back at her.

Adrian picked at a loose thread on the bedsheets’ embroidery in a sullen silence.

“Just… behave, yes?” Victor sighed defeatedly, clapping his hands together once. “Now come on, we have to go or we'll be late.”

“So soon?” Adrian grimaced and slid off the bed, grabbing the bandana. “Okay. But no more…” she gestured out, vaguely, towards the window. Victor just snorted bemusedly and went downstairs to check the city map.

The route to central District was fairly uneventful; even without a map it was simple enough to navigate yourself towards the middle of Heston. Here the bustle of the city diminished into large, opulent houses with beautiful gardens. Adrian had dared to take the mask off by then, and though the new experiences set her on edge there was nothing too severe in the centre that could make her feel physically overwhelmed. The difficulty lay in finding the right building to enter, but that was in and of itself a simple affair since there were guards patrolling every street. They were not the first, nor the last to walk in.

The room was pleasantly decorated despite its vast emptiness. Whilst Victor listened attentively to Roman's briefing, Adrian's gaze kept wandering around the room to take in the many complexities of the ornaments - and of the other people gathered around her. When a lull in the speech finally came around, it was enough to draw Adrian's attention back in time for the court's mage to come out of an adjacent door. Victor snatched a stern glance at Adrian but softened upon seeing that she was up to her usual pastime of staring at strangers, so whilst he listened to the words, Adrian focused on other things.

When Roman finished his spiel, Adrian glanced up at Victor, who glanced down at her. The pair exchanged glances again. Victor inclined his head towards Roman and Adrian cleared her throat. “In the…” she paused and Victor made a cough that sounded eerily like 'letter’, “...letter, you said people disappeared slowly. Not at same time.” Her voice was strongly accented, and raspy. “Did you check for pattern? Did you do anything outside of district, before sending people in?”

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Double post.

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As a cantrip, is she able to add that to her current list of spells? Also, how will you handle the use of equipment, given Victor will need to prepare before setting out? How many things can we bring?

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@Lord Orgasmo can Adrian detect magic? Are there any side effects of being in the First World for so long? I was under the assumption she's able to sense magic like many Spellcasters but since you're using an established system I thought I'd check