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It's only 13 episodes.
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I'm not sure if forcing people to play only one half of the Logicalist/Foreigner pairing is workable given that Trance makes said Foreigner into magic armor?
Also, why over PM? Usually people post it in the OOC first, then move it to the character tab once it's accepted. Any particular reason you're doing this differently? Just curious.
Also, as far as I'm aware, Trance generally gives a character two abilities or weapons to work with, rather than a broad powerset. Tamaki got a healstaff and super kill ribbons, Olga had magic missle and black hole, Yoshichika got barrier and reflect, etc. Are we keeping with that general philosophy here, as well? I ask becuase I note your Foreigner has some sort of broad water/weather power stuff rather than a fancy weapon or something, so I just want to clarify.
Also, why over PM? Usually people post it in the OOC first, then move it to the character tab once it's accepted. Any particular reason you're doing this differently? Just curious.
Also, as far as I'm aware, Trance generally gives a character two abilities or weapons to work with, rather than a broad powerset. Tamaki got a healstaff and super kill ribbons, Olga had magic missle and black hole, Yoshichika got barrier and reflect, etc. Are we keeping with that general philosophy here, as well? I ask becuase I note your Foreigner has some sort of broad water/weather power stuff rather than a fancy weapon or something, so I just want to clarify.
THUNK
"Whoops!"
THUD
"Sorry!"
BANG
"Aw, clams!", the girl hissed as her tentacles fiddled with dials and levers spread out across a poorly-rigged instrument board dominated by a large red button marked GO. She was a mermaid from the northern tribes, floating upside-down in a thick glass capsule filled with water, which was itself attached to a bizarre ceramic disk-shaped device studded with what appeared to be yellowish marbles of some kind. The whole assembly floated in air as if by magic and rotated slowly around the Z-axis as the girl fiddled with the console and muttered to herself.
"Alright, Proco. You can do this. Altitude steady, pitch parallel to the ground, yaw set to thirty degrees starboard..."
She punched a button, the craft streaking forward like a startled horse and missing an older gentleman's head by mere inches. She was brought to an equally sudden stop when her craft slammed abruptly into a stall advertising some local delicacy known only as "Meat Onna Stick", leaving a deep dent in one of the stall supports.
"Sorry! This is only a prototype, see, so-"
"Ay, I don't care about any a' dat, lady!", the vendor, a swarthy, bearded man, shook some kind of kebab at the flying saucer, "What I wanna know is if you're gonna buy some a' dis here meat on a stick!"
"Oh."
Proco eyed the dent. Maybe he just hadn't noticed? Maybe topsiders just didn't care about property damage. She sure hoped so- Proco hadn't brought a whole lot of money to begin with.
"...What kind of meat?"
"Eh?"
"What kind of meat is it?"
"Stick meat. Meat on a stick. You can read, can't ya?"
"But-"
"-But what?"
"...On second thought, I don't think topsider meat would sit very well with me."
"Ey, suit yaself, kid."
Proco rotated the Octo Slug Mk. I (patent pending) once more, streaking off towards a small bazaar. The craft halting its momentum by slamming into a nearby wall. She checked her craft's face, adjusted, prayed that she wouldn't hit anything, hit the ignition button...
...And ran full on into some wiry nerd with sideburns for days, the impact letting out a sound, meaty THUMP. She righted herself, unscrewing a hatch that lay at the bottom (or top, depending on your perspective) of the machine. Throwing open the hatch, she hauled herself out of the hole and looked over the edge of the disk.
Okay Proco, now it's time to put your knowledge of surface culture and dialect to the test. What was the traditional topsider response to accidentally running someone over?
"S-sufferin' coelacanths, buddy! Even a topsider like you should know how to cross the street! Didn't your mother ever teach you to look both ways first?", she folded her arms and shook her head, "What if this had been a cart or something? You would've been squashed flat!"
Nailed it!
"Whoops!"
THUD
"Sorry!"
BANG
"Aw, clams!", the girl hissed as her tentacles fiddled with dials and levers spread out across a poorly-rigged instrument board dominated by a large red button marked GO. She was a mermaid from the northern tribes, floating upside-down in a thick glass capsule filled with water, which was itself attached to a bizarre ceramic disk-shaped device studded with what appeared to be yellowish marbles of some kind. The whole assembly floated in air as if by magic and rotated slowly around the Z-axis as the girl fiddled with the console and muttered to herself.
"Alright, Proco. You can do this. Altitude steady, pitch parallel to the ground, yaw set to thirty degrees starboard..."
She punched a button, the craft streaking forward like a startled horse and missing an older gentleman's head by mere inches. She was brought to an equally sudden stop when her craft slammed abruptly into a stall advertising some local delicacy known only as "Meat Onna Stick", leaving a deep dent in one of the stall supports.
"Sorry! This is only a prototype, see, so-"
"Ay, I don't care about any a' dat, lady!", the vendor, a swarthy, bearded man, shook some kind of kebab at the flying saucer, "What I wanna know is if you're gonna buy some a' dis here meat on a stick!"
"Oh."
Proco eyed the dent. Maybe he just hadn't noticed? Maybe topsiders just didn't care about property damage. She sure hoped so- Proco hadn't brought a whole lot of money to begin with.
"...What kind of meat?"
"Eh?"
"What kind of meat is it?"
"Stick meat. Meat on a stick. You can read, can't ya?"
"But-"
"-But what?"
"...On second thought, I don't think topsider meat would sit very well with me."
"Ey, suit yaself, kid."
Proco rotated the Octo Slug Mk. I (patent pending) once more, streaking off towards a small bazaar. The craft halting its momentum by slamming into a nearby wall. She checked her craft's face, adjusted, prayed that she wouldn't hit anything, hit the ignition button...
...And ran full on into some wiry nerd with sideburns for days, the impact letting out a sound, meaty THUMP. She righted herself, unscrewing a hatch that lay at the bottom (or top, depending on your perspective) of the machine. Throwing open the hatch, she hauled herself out of the hole and looked over the edge of the disk.
Okay Proco, now it's time to put your knowledge of surface culture and dialect to the test. What was the traditional topsider response to accidentally running someone over?
"S-sufferin' coelacanths, buddy! Even a topsider like you should know how to cross the street! Didn't your mother ever teach you to look both ways first?", she folded her arms and shook her head, "What if this had been a cart or something? You would've been squashed flat!"
Nailed it!
I'll put my interest in, too.
So is this the Japan branch, America, what?
So is this the Japan branch, America, what?
You're a freeform GM.
Freeform GMs hate fair mechanics by default.
This isn't something against you, it's just a basic fact of how these sites work.
Freeform GMs hate fair mechanics by default.
This isn't something against you, it's just a basic fact of how these sites work.
The question isn't so much if he can fight off foreign circuits as much as it's if he can force those circuits to work within his body via loopholes. But sure if that isn't gonna work I guess I can just roll in with no plan and let Dracula kill everyone becuase yeah, that's tons of fun.
Also no external rollers since I know you'll just fudge it on the off chance it does work since you're already so against this.
Also no external rollers since I know you'll just fudge it on the off chance it does work since you're already so against this.
Cool then I'll go with that justification if it ever comes up.
I'm pretty sure this site doesn't have a diceroller yet actually.
EDIT: Actually come to think of it couldn't the large intake of genetic material from actually physically eating a person be integrated as well and used to fool the circuits themselves? This issue is the genetics mismatch, right?
EDIT: Actually come to think of it couldn't the large intake of genetic material from actually physically eating a person be integrated as well and used to fool the circuits themselves? This issue is the genetics mismatch, right?
People with weak immune systems get better odds on organ transplants though.
Fairly sure homunculi have weaker individual souls than humans, though, given that's the justification for the crappy od they get. the "autoimmune response" should be weaker as a result.
And as for the other thing does that mean if Rasputin was to process it using alchemy first he would be able to transplant efficiently?
EDIT: Also you're leaving out the part where there's a readily available procedure to make the guy's liver work for you.
And as for the other thing does that mean if Rasputin was to process it using alchemy first he would be able to transplant efficiently?
EDIT: Also you're leaving out the part where there's a readily available procedure to make the guy's liver work for you.
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