thewizardguy

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Good news, I updated mah avatar! Once more, I look amazing.

The Blood Compact

Akje, you do realize that Mithy and Gabe are in Oklahoma, right? I'm not entirely sure where Kilo Point is, but I'm pretty sure it's nowhere near Oklahoma City.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

<Snipped quote by thewizardguy> (Sorry to keep you waiting!) Ven, steeling his nerves, walks through the door, making sure to be cautious of any possible traps of impending doom that could await him inside Mia's lab. As he entered, he could already feel the wavelengths being given off by Michael's Wayfinder, signifying that he really is here. That, or somehow, Mia was able to get a hold of the object in question and use it to her advantage and summon him here. "Hello there, Mia...thank you for allowing me to enter unharmed...is Michael here..?" He decided to get straight to the point on this one, somewhat reluctant to be here for longer than he had hoped.

@ShadowVentus

((Ditto)) "Oh, he's been here for quite some time now. Fully of his own volition, of course. I wouldn't dream of kidnapping someone so respected." Mia smiles, as Ven walks into the room. It was a large area, every surface clad in metal. Hooks and spikes seemed to be placed at random intervals, and long chains hung from the ceiling, occasionally supporting a dangling body. Some of said bodies were still moving. Large, high-tech devices lined the walls, some of them having an interface and some of them lacking one. As many people knew, Mia was capable of controlling these devices directly with her mind, utilizing her capability to control the Black Blood. It also meant her systems were nearly impossible to hack or break into without her permission. The entire area smelled of blood and fear, an acrid stench quite familiar to those who had visited Stein's labs. It was tinged with an edge of disinfectants, presumably caused by the chemicals that kept Mia's victims alive no matter how much torment she visited onto them. Standing up, Mia walked over, standing slightly shorter than the warrior and yet still managing to strike an imposing figure. It was as if her reputation had physically manifested around her, a shroud of fear and gruesome experience that made even the bravest of men paranoid. Of course, this was only enhanced by her expression of sadistic glee, never quite leaving her eyes but only waxing and waning in intensity. It gave the impression that she was always just about to cut into a fresh victim. "He came to me to ask me to... help him with some issues he's been experiencing. There's nobody in the universe more skilled when it comes to joint physical and Soular surgery, besides maybe my dad. And somehow, I rank higher on the trust scale than he does - don't ask me, I don't know how that works either." "So, all of this answers your questions, but it doesn't answer mine. First off, what are you doing in my humble abode. Secondly, are you expecting to leave any time soon?"

The Metahuman Revolution

Damnit. Deja Vu. I'm waiting on Makarov again >.>

S.H.I.E.L.D: New Heroes Initiative

This seemed to have died down for reasons unknown to me. However, because I am interested in seeing it continue, I would like to offer to make some kind of opposition, or 'bad guys'. It's a superhero story, but up until now there hasn't been much heroic going on. Perhaps Fury shows up and starts some intense trining regimen, perhaps the base is attacked, maybe there's aliens, or demons! My plan is simply to give the players something to do, and active contribution they can perform to further the story. However, I'm placing this here so I can see the opinion you guys have on the subject. Whether you think it should be done, how it should be done, or what alternative proposals you have to keep this thing rolling.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Here's the new plan, which Tyki has failed to update after discussion. HCL2 isn't going away, and nobody wants it to die. I'm not abandoning it, and it's not going to be dropped. Furthermore, there will be no HCL3, and we're not moving to a new thread. No changes will occur to this roleplay. Tyki, instead, is attempting to create a structured system and apply it to a setting with similar principles to HCL. No Primals or Daemon or anything like that, but definitely a multiverse. Also, far lower power levels. If you're interested, you're free to join, once he's created it he's sure to post a link. This is the end of this broadcast.

The Blood Compact

<Snipped quote by thewizardguy> Then I don't see your problem. But Camelot is protected through the 1500 years of it's existence. The fact that it still stands means something. Despite it being buried underneath the centuries.

@The Grey Dust

Being old does not justify nuke-proofing, it's age is irrelevant. The fact that I'm not actually throwing a nuke at you is irrelevant to the fact that you just stated a nuke would be insufficient to destroy camelot. There is no level of firepower above 'nuclear warfare'. There is nothing higher than that. So you're basically stating that Camelot is immune to any damage inflicted by anything, ever, until we develop Antimatter Explosives. Your character's one supposed weakness is that he can be killed during the day, but if he sleeps in a magical impregnable fortress immune to any and all damage surrounded by a vast network of spies and soldiers in a country filled with vampires, that isn't really a weakness.

The Blood Compact

He doesn't have a nuke! Of course he doesn't have a nuke! He's bluffing so much it's practically dribbling from his mouth. Mathew has a vast emporium of trade relationships, and has amassed vast quantities of wealth. If it can be bought, he can buy it. However, nukes cannot be bought. The fact that it's mythical doesn't change anything. What's your point here?

The Blood Compact

In that case, feel free to kill off Matt. However, as you did not list Nuke-proof shield around Camelot in your CS, and it has not been approved by any GM, Camelot is not Nuke-proof.

The Blood Compact

"An offer of servitude isn't an offer at all." Mathew smiled, as he sat down, finally. "But then again, this is a last-ditch offer. Someone got too close, potentially it's seen as some kind of test. With the kind of knowledge I have, I'm a threat. Now, I was unaware that the Collector was such a racist, I'm honestly kind of offended." He pulls out a tablet, as he places it in the middle of the table. "On a side note, do you have any idea how hard it is to buy nuclear weaponry?" The Tablet displayed, in large block numbers, a timer. A countdown, seemingly counting down from the three minute mark. "I mean, there's an incredibly strict guidance on nuclear waste nowadays. All the materials you'll need are locked away, behind rows upon rows of guards. And up there, people have already been checked for anything that could be used to blackmail them. Getting a mole in that high in the government is a serious problem, with high risks." Mathew sighs, shrugging, knowing he'd suddenly garnered their attention. "Now, I don't know much about the Collector, but I know he doesn't care about you two. In fact, I'd garner that you don't care about you. A thrall, maybe. But even if you did care about you, threatening you is mostly pointless. Hell, you're probably not even important. Instead, I'm going to threaten the one thing he knows he likes." Mathew stands up, as he turns away, leaving the tablet behind. "Lucy, if I make it out of this building alive, please do halt the countdown. If I don't, obliterate the entirety of Britain. If I'm to die here, I'd like that I go out with a bang." [Yes, sir. Setting course now. Deploying sabotage orders for AMC batteries. Deploying countersignals. Deploying orders for Project Wipeout. All preparations have been completed.] "Thank you, Lucy. That will be all." Smiling, Mathew waves at the vampire and the old man. "I might be bluffing, of course. Hell, I'm amazing at bluffing. Your call, my friends. Hope you can handle the responsibility." Everyone had something they cared about. Even a fellow as mysterious as the Collector, and even a mindless thrall. Everyone could be threatened, could be coerced, could be forced. The trick was to find it, and to put a gun to it's head. Operation Wipeout was to initiate were he to die, an action that would instantly set all his assets towards the complete and utter liquidation of Brittain, economical and physical. It was one of many contingency plans he had developed, to be activated moments before entering situations much like this. It did pay to be prepared.