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[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXLVII
*Upon entering the tavern you find it to be rustic, dim, cramped, and smelling of spilled beer. Moving through the crowd, half of which seem to be deadtiming, you spot a fireplace with a banjowood carving on the mantle, you also make out through the haze the curving bar and private booths hidden behind ferns. A side door leading to a patio outside reveals a hungry looking dumpster mimic sneaking towards an unsuspecting customer.
Near the stairs to the second floor rooms is a small white stone platform with a blue tree-like symbol on it. Standing on this platform will teleport someone to the Sanctuary Fortress located Inside where healers are always standing by in case of bar-brawls.
Trog's can be found right around the corner from any place in the Nexus. Somehow. It's best not to question it.
Staff:
Owner and Proprietor: Trog
Manager: El Jaspero
Bartenders: The Watchers (they're nice deranged cultists, really!), Phoebe, Ashna, Ambrosia
Trog's Tavern hires only the finest NPC servers:
((Since all are NPCs they are up for communal control. Feel free to say what they do or say to you or any other patron. To a point.))
Bouncer: Baby (NPC, a dwarf who was raised by orcs and has the intellect of Thog.)
Servers:
Nina - A fiesty and vivacious tiefling. Mean, self-centered and completely unavailable. You may have seen her recently on the WotC 4E cartoon.
Paige - A sweet, wholesome, flirty elf working her way through PC school.
Cosmo - A quick-witted and oppressed gnome scoundrel. Truly a monster. RAWR!
DRINK MENU:
Wines:
Catoblepas Sauvingnon
Chimera Cabernet - A hearty red with a hits of oak and black cherry.
Chuul Lounge - Bacardi Limon, Aberration , creme de bananes and juices into a Chuul shaker half-filled with ice cubes. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass half-filled with ice cubes, and serve.
Constitution Crushing Wine - Fort. DC 35 or pass out!
Cormyrian Fireamber - Imported and very good.
Eladrin Carbernet - Official Feywine of the Wild Hunt
Feline's Fancy - A purplish, swirly mixture that any feline will adore.
Funky Llama - A rich fruity wine, available in white or red.
Iames Agonia - This tart, dark red wine will stun you and leave you feeling good for hours.
Kobold Chianti - Tart. Tangy. Shifty.
Merfolk Merlot - Full-bodied with a hint of rose.
Powerlust Pinot - For those corruptable humans
Shadar-Kai Shadowine - Served in a jagged, broken glass
Spoonake Chablis - Straight from the Underdark!
Warlock Wine - Best served cold
Xorn Zinfandel - Sweet and fruity!
Mixed Drinks:
A Drink - Generic booze with ice that can be shaken, stirred, or you know, whatever. Try to be more imaginative next time.
Aboleth Absinthe - Far Realmilicious!
Black Shadow - A strong concoction guaranteed to send a chill down your spine at any temperature.
Coffee Martini - Buzzzzz.
Djinn and Tonic - Whirling ice cubes, fizzy soda, and one drunk genie.
Dragon Liver Buster - Strongest drink in the house
Dwarf Spirits
Fire Archon Asylum Rum - "FAAR!!!"
Haley's Liquer - Named for the redheaded rogue, a sweet creme liquer, excellent over ice.
Hemo Colada - 100% less coconut, 100% more ichor
Ice Liquer - From the Plane of Ice: guaranteed to cool you down.
Ichor Liquor - Made from a fermented mix of various kinds of blood
Jasphattan - El J's Secret Recipie, vermouth & bitters
LEVEL UP LIQUER - Need a few extra XP? We gots XP in a bottle!
Long Island Iced Tea - Tastes better than it will make you feel in the morning
Murderita - Wasted away again...
Piña CoLlama - If you're not into yoga and have half a brain.
Rampaging Rail Mixer - Mad strong!
Rust Monster - Scotch, drambuie shaken in a wooden mixer.
Sneak on the Beach - Peach vodka, cran-pineapple juice, a cat hair
Swampwater - Phosphorescent lemon-lime
White Russian Wukei - for bounty hunters who dig dairy
Wizard Blizzard - Crushed ice and Bourbon. The effect depends on the spell stored in it.
Beers & Such:
Ales: Archon, Guilders, Balthor's Best
Grim Brewery Ginger Beer - Death-o-licious!
Mind Flayer Mead - Mmm... brains.
Other Fine Beverages:
Celestial Soda Pop - Soda specially brewed in Celestia. Tastes divine.
Darknight Coffee - cream has no effect
Dragon's Fire Breath (cherry Kool-Aid) - for the kids!
Fox Cola - the choice of the furry generation
Llamonade - That cool, refreshing drink for quadrupeds
Oni Tea - From the far east.
Red Minotaur Energy Drink - a-MAZE-ing energy!
Root Beer
Save vs. Slow Slurpees™ - C-c-c-cold
Hot Chocolate - Mmmmmmarshmallows
MUNCHIES MENU:
AbyssalNuts - damned and spicy
Baked Goods - Scones and Muffins and Brownies oh my! We have no cake - the cake is a lie!
Bamhacon - where the ham meets the bacon. Served with eggs.
Court of Stars Salad - Fresh fey greens
Hero Sandwiches - what else? Served with Villain vinegrette
Velvet Elfish - Trogtilla chips and hot meat and cheese dip
Yuan-ti Gyros - Lamb. Or halfling. We're not sure.
Trog's Floor Chili - Don't ask Trog where it came from and Trog won't tell you "the floor"
SMOKABLES:
Dwarven Cigars - From our axe-hewn humidor
Coffin Nail™ Cigarettes - Get Nailed!
Halfling Pipeweed - Bogart™ brand
((When this thread reaches page 50, anyone can make the next thread. However, if you want to make changes to the OP, please check in the OOC thread first to make sure everyone agrees.))
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Re: [Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXLVII
A portal appears, and spits out...
A box of chocolate?
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And thus someone wholly unremarkable enters the tavern.
Or maybe she's been in the tavern for a while and no one really noticed her. That someone being Specialist Allomyrina of the Altaran Irregulars. She's human, unremarkably so. So unremarkable that one is very likely to overlook her unless she's somehow calling attention to herself.
At present she's out of uniform, so she must be off duty.
That's pretty important, after all. Everyone needs some time off now and again.
Allomyrina places an order for a salad and retreats to the fireplace where she settles into a chair and pulls out a tablet to fiddle with. Specifically for the purpose of reading a book. They may not be much like the thaumatics back home in the physics underlying them, but the electronics are certainly similar enough in their function that Allo was able to quickly adapt.
There's a whole universe of literature out there she was previously unaware of. And she's barely scratched the surface thus far. At the moment she's reading through a fictionalized historical account set in some human nation called 'China'.
And then?
Then a box of chocolates appears in front of her.
Allo quirks an eyebrow at the confections before glancing up at the ceiling.
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Another femae person seems to be in the tavern, close to the fire. For Nexus standarts she might not draw much attention, but some people might pay attention to a woman with fox ears and a fox tail.
At the back of the char lays a heavy winter jacket and the young woman sits close to the fire holding a mug of hot choclate in her hands. It seems like she just arrived a few moments ago.
She looks up as the box falls down, but is to shy to approche it, because the other woman she barly noticed is there.
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In Allomyrina's experience anything that suddenly falls out of a portal in Trog's Tavern is almost invariably dangerous in some capacity. It might be monsters. Or killer robots. Or even skelecopters.
After scrutinizing the box for a few moments and noting the absolutely unmistakable scent of chocolate Allo does the only reasonable thing one might do with a container filled with mysterious confections.
She picks up the box and tosses it into the fireplace. They might be hazardous, somehow. And someone might get hurt if they eat them. Allomyrina isn't about to let such a thing happen. Better safe than sorry and all that.
And then?
Then she leans back and starts reading her book again.
The salad she ordered arrives shortly there after.
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Allo may be surprised to see...
An upside-down smooth-foreheaded N'alae with this odd black uniform appear in the air, staring down at the fire, having appeared out of nowhere.
"Records indicate that objects from random portals are not to be trusted. Although I would have recommended feeding it to the dumpster mimic outside, Contingency Firewood is an acceptable substitute."
...yeah, that's definitely that hologram again.
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Allomyrina jumps a bit when the hologram begins talking.
Why you ask?
Well, when you're a race that's naturally empathic and a thing with no emotions starts talking to you all of a sudden it is rather jarring. It would be like a human being pestered by someone who's invisible.
It takes a few moments for Allo to realize what's going on here. Clearly this...thing... is that phantasm that Emissary N'alae had programed to help with security inside the tavern. Is she supposed to talk to it like it's a person? Or just ignore it?
Or... what, exactly?
"Ah... thank you for the advice? I'll consider that in case any more candy is lobbed into the tavern."
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"I might simply cover it in tribbles." There is suddenly a little pink-gray ball of fluff in the air above Allo. Gravity soon comically takes effect, sending the holographic tribble to land on her head.
Gravity, of course, is clearly only applying to the holograms when the security program says it does. Why said security program keeps up with this tribble obsession even I have no idea.
"Of course, that would not actually do anything unless I used the razortribbles..."
Why.
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Allomyrina is about to ask what a tribble is, but her question is suddenly answered in a rather unexpected way.
"Buck!" Allo swears when she feels the fuzzy thing bounce off the top of her head. Her forehead ignites with a tongue of livid green faerie fire whilst a similar plume of scintillating emerald light seeks to entrap the holographic nuisance in a telekinetic field.
Assuming she manages to snag the phantasmal tribble she'll move it away to a more comfortable distance and take the opportunity to glower at it.
The hologram she was chatting with will find itself glowered at shortly there after.
"I would appreciate it if you would respect my personal space."
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Makaria just stares at the Tribble and the hologram.
What are those things?
Makaria asks Ashara, surprised.
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"An interesting response. My database indicated that organics usually like tribbles." The security hologram lady flips right side up and lands, no longer hovering around.
"Further testing required."
The holographic tribble vanishes.
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Aaaaand then the fuzzy thing vanishes.
Had the tribble been real Allo might have reacted to it differently. But as mentioned before holograms unsettle her. The look and move like living things, but they lack emotion and thought. They're downright unsettling, really.
Or at least from her perspective, that is.
That and her home world has a species rather akin to tribbles.
Major difference?
They fly.
No one likes horrifically destructive pests.
"Like them or not, I don't appreciate having phantasmal animals thrown at me."
Seems like a reasonable thing to dislike.
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A rather attractive girl in leather armor with short blue hair, unnaturally pale skin, and purple eyes walks into the tavern.
Something alcoholic. Surprise me.
Ashe requests. she's 19, but the bartender doesn't need to know that.
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Another portal appears!
A bunch of water pours out, and a dolphin appears!
WHERE'S MY BUCKING CHOCOLATE!?
The dolphin demands, gesturing to the patrons with his gun.
This is a picture of the dolphin.
http://thefootbawlblog.files.wordpre...with-a-gun.jpg
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The security hologram stares at the dolphin.
Then she/it just walks up to him. "Probability of knowing what in your religious plane of punishment of choice you are doing: Zero percent. Stand down."
I'll let you post in case he fires.
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Originally Posted by
Darkcomet
The security hologram stares at the dolphin.
Then she/it just walks up to him. "Probability of knowing what in your religious plane of punishment of choice you are doing: Zero percent. Stand down."
I'll let you post in case he fires.
You! Do you know where my BUCKING CHOCOLATE is!?!!!!?????
The dolphin demands, pointing his gun at the hologram.
GIMME MY BUCKING CHOCOLATE!
If anyone examines the smoldering chocolate box, they'll se it's labeled "Bucking Chocolate".
Uh-Oh.
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All the holographic facsimile of a smooth-foreheaded Emissary N'alae says in response is a simple, blunt "No."
Followed by a conspicuous raise of the arm in an attempt to backhand the revolver out of the dolphin's...flipper.
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Originally Posted by
Darkcomet
All the holographic facsimile of a smooth-foreheaded Emissary N'alae says in response is a simple, blunt "No."
Followed by a conspicuous raise of the arm in an attempt to backhand the revolver out of the dolphin's...flipper.
*BAM*!
Ya shot me! ya shot me!
The dolphin cries in pain!
Not true: he pulled the trigger as he was backhanded and therefore accidentally shot himself in the tail
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And all the while Allomyrina just watches the scene unfold with a look of reluctant acceptance.
"I really shouldn't have expected to be able to read my book in peace here, should I?"
That's a rhetorical question, right there.
Hopefully no one is going to be answering it.
Allo gives a slight huff and pulls her tablet closer to her nose. Maybe if she just ignored the dolphin really hard it would go away.
Probably not.
But it's worth a try!
Maybe next time she'll go to that tea house she heard about. What are the chances of random insanity breaking out in a tea house?
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"You shot yourself in an attempt to shoot me. For the record, the weapon, however you were holding it, is not capable of harming me, as this form is nothing but a combination of photons and forcefields." The security hologram then just walks over and picks up the gun.
"...I do not know what I am going to do with this, although I may submit it to a research group. Firearms do not normally take kindly to water, or so I believe..."
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Originally Posted by
Darkcomet
"You shot yourself in an attempt to shoot me. For the record, the weapon, however you were holding it, is not capable of harming me, as this form is nothing but a combination of photons and forcefields." The security hologram then just walks over and picks up the gun.
"...I do not know what I am going to do with this, although I may submit it to a research group. Firearms do not normally take kindly to water, or so I believe..."
IT'S STILL YOUR FAULT!
Dolphin bull rush!
The gun works on rule of BECAUSE WHY THE **** NOT?
So in other words, it completely ignores the laws of physics and belongs in an anime
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A huge pile of fuzzy grey-pink ball-lookin' things (more tribbles) spontaneously appears between the dolphin and the hologram.
Said dolphin is likely to plow right into the fuzzy, tribbley mass. They make cooing noises, because they're holotribbles.
"Probability that belligerent has realized it cannot do anything to me: Zero percent. Demonstration required." The demonstration comes in the form of...
Putting the gun to its/her head and firing.
The bullet breaks through the forcefields, causing a visible distortion in her/its head, before flying off into another forcefield in place, which stops it fully.
The hologram's head, of course, returns to normal afterwards. There's never any gore at all.
"Demonstration complete. Is the futility of your violence clear yet?"
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Originally Posted by
Darkcomet
A huge pile of fuzzy grey-pink ball-lookin' things (more tribbles) spontaneously appears between the dolphin and the hologram.
Said dolphin is likely to plow right into the fuzzy, tribbley mass. They make cooing noises, because they're holotribbles.
"Probability that belligerent has realized it cannot do anything to me: Zero percent. Demonstration required." The demonstration comes in the form of...
Putting the gun to its/her head and firing.
The bullet breaks through the forcefields, causing a visible distortion in her/its head, before flying off into another forcefield in place, which stops it fully.
The hologram's head, of course, returns to normal afterwards. There's never any gore at all.
"Demonstration complete. Is the futility of your violence clear yet?"
DOLPHIN PLOW!
No. Let me demonstrate why.
The dolphin will try to take the gun and shoot an NPC.
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The dolphin learns that hard-light constructs/forcefielded holograms in full control of the projector systems giving them their form and strength are very hard to take anything from.
I'm not sure how it tries to grab a gun from someone whose hand is much better-suited to holding it, anyway.
"Very well. Now I will shoot you."
Blam. At point-blank, considering he was trying to take the gun and failing.
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Originally Posted by
Darkcomet
The dolphin learns that hard-light constructs/forcefielded holograms in full control of the projector systems giving them their form and strength are very hard to take anything from.
I'm not sure how it tries to grab a gun from someone whose hand is much better-suited to holding it, anyway.
"Very well. Now I will shoot you."
Blam. At point-blank, considering he was trying to take the gun and failing.
Great, now there's a dead dolphin in trog's tavern!
:smallyuk:
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"Can someone drag that out to the dumpster mimic outside? I cannot leave the building." Says the hologram who just shot a land-mobile dolphin dead, seeming completely uncaring.
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The gun is, for a time, pointed at a nearby NPCs. For a brief moment Lasandra Evans' life flashes before her eyes, her pupils dilating as her heart begins pounding in her chest. This is it. This is the end of the line. She had been lucky so far, lucky that she hadn't been pinned down by anything too terrible despite being a normal human Inside.
But now?
Now her luck had finally ran out.
Her mind wandered to her child, to the fight she had had with her daughter just that morning over something stupid. She would never get a chance to hug her daughter and make amends. The last words of the joy of her life stung her heart.
'I hate you.'
If she survived this, somehow, she would find a way to really really reconnect.
Lasandra squeezed her eyes shut.
And then the gunshot sounded.
But... there was no pain.
Cautiously, slowly, one eye opened.
Then the other.
The dolphin was laying on the floor in a pool of its own blood.
Seems the NPC's luck hadn't run out, after all.
Meanwhile!
There's not better way to enjoy some time off than to be subjected to the sound of a gun being fired in an inclosed building.
As soon as the weapon is fired Allo springs into action, taking cover behind a couch and willing her 'don't notice me' aura to ramp up a few orders of magnitude. While it doesn't cause her to become invisible, it's probably the next best thing.
Buuut then the dolphin dies.
Well.
That's that.
Cosmo walks over to grab the marine mammal by the tail and haul it off.
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Arkhosia
Makaria just stares at the Tribble and the hologram.
What are those things?
Makaria asks Ashara, surprised.
"Errr... Solid illusion and same, but I don't know beyond that?"
Ashara shrugs, stepping protectively in front of Makaria during the fighting, then turning to her with a smile, and, if allowed, leading her over to a table in a shadowy corner.
"Like the atmosphere?"
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C'nor
"Errr... Solid illusion and same, but I don't know beyond that?"
Ashara shrugs, stepping protectively in front of Makaria during the fighting, then turning to her with a smile, and, if allowed, leading her over to a table in a shadowy corner.
"Like the atmosphere?"
To the table!
]It's... interesting. Rather chaotic.
Makaria replies.
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Arkhosia
To the table!
]It's... interesting. Rather chaotic.
Makaria replies.
"Heh. Yeah... Holo-girl's new, though. Have to come back later and see what a little jolt'll do to her."
Ashara grins wickedly, the flames in her pupils flaring up at that idea. Seems she's not fond of unkillable things taking up residence in her favorite bar...
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C'nor
"Heh. Yeah... Holo-girl's new, though. Have to come back later and see what a little jolt'll do to her."
Ashara grins wickedly, the flames in her pupils flaring up at that idea. Seems she's not fond of unkillable things taking up residence in her favorite bar...
I think the result will be shocking.
Makaria jokes, returning a similar grin.
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Arkhosia
I think the result will be shocking.
Makaria jokes, returning a similar grin.
"Heh. Nice one... And yes. It ought to be an electrifying show," Ashara answers, ruffling Makaria's hair, if the other Tiefling allows her to, then leaning back in her chair.
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C'nor
"Heh. Nice one... And yes. It ought to be an electrifying show," Ashara answers, ruffling Makaria's hair, if the other Tiefling allows her to, then leaning back in her chair.
Well, my parents always said I was rather bright.
Try to make it flashy.
Makaria replies as her hair is ruffled.
so... what drinks do they have here?
It would be awful if the hologram heard them! :smalleek::smalltongue:
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Now that she's sure the shooting and fighting and immediate danger is done Allo walks back around the couch and flops into it again.
Did Trog's always have a couch by the fireplace?
Seems it does now.
Without any threats to deal with Allomyrina dials her 'don't notice me' glamor back down to more reasonable levels. It isn't the sort of magic she's best with and it tends to get rather draining if she leaves it active for too long.
Right as she's about to return to perusing her book the nearby conversation catches her attention. May as well speak up if only because it'll prevent someone from doing something stupid and getting hurt.
"It's a security phantasm manifested by batteries of emitters spread all over the tavern. It's just a collection of light and force fields being controlled by a program in a computer. You can't hurt it."
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Said security hologram just pointedly stares over at that conversation about holo-murder attempts.
She/it kinda just stands over by Allo, probably having had something in mind before.
"This must be the 'ingratitude' emotion I was warned about. I save someone from being shot by a maniac marine mammal and everyone wants to kill me for it. What do you believe I should do about this, Specialist?"
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Allomyrina frowns a bit at that question.
"You can't control the emotional reactions of others. At least not without using magic of questionable ethical standing."
Using glamor to warp someone's emotional state without their express consent is illegal on her home world. Usually legal written consent. It's a matter that's taken very seriously.
"All anyone can do is act on their best judgement. You probably saved someone's life today, though I think it would have been wise to avoid killing that... creature."
She still isn't sure how the dolphin was walking around.
"Though to be fair things that get dumped out of portals into Trog's are usually hazardous in some way."
Random encounters and all.
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Makaria meeps as the two appear.
Uh... what's a battery, emitter, and computer?
She asks, confused by their vernacular
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Allomyrina heaves a sigh and begins rubbing the bridge of her nose. It's a gesture she had picked up from her humanoid coworkers over the past few months. Obviously in her natural form that kind of thing isn't wholly possible.
Is she really going to have to explain these things?
She could just ignore the question, but that would be a bit rude.
After a bit of waffling she decides to indulge the questions.
Allo reaches into her pocked and retrieves a palm computer! Otherwise known as a smart phone. She had considered buying some NexSpecs, but the technological glasses would be awkward to use when she shape-shifts.
"This is a computer," Allo says as she fiddles with the touch screen and brings up a rather long classical piece that begins playing over the machine's speakers. "It's a tool that's able to process and store information. This particular computer is a multi-functional device that can serve a rather wide number of functions."
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The young kistune seems to not even move when fighting brakes out. It's like she was frozen for a moment. After it ended she nips on her hot choclate. She listens, but still things like killing, even a hologramm isn't a theme she wants to talk about.
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"It was resorting to lethal force over a box of confectioneries. While much of the chaos about, including that from sudden portals, is rather nonlethal despite the rampaging, I believe that fit into a different category. The category of 'going to kill someone over something incredibly petty.' Were I more capable of pity, I doubt I would be experiencing it over that creature. Would you like to bring the waterproof firearm back to base for research?" Well, that's a sudden topic shift. But she/it isn't programmed to be really great at being social.
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Allomyrina gives a small huff and takes the firearm. Having long since reserved herself to the fact that she isn't going to be getting any reading done she'll begin unloading the weapon before storing it. Given that it looks like a fairly normal revolver she isn't sure if there will be anything particularly useful about it. If she were to wager a guess Allo would say that there's probably just a good seal on the cartridges so the gunpowder doesn't get wet.
"Maybe it's just a cultural difference," she comments with a sigh. "Someone with broken mind would probably be subjected to a court-mandated regiment of reform spells so that they can be reintegrated into society."
Wait, what?
Are we talking brain washing here?
"The death penalty hasn't existed in my home world for... a long time."
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"Maybe I'm just not fond of stuff that's unkillable taking up residence here and enforcing its own rules. Especially not when you don't know **** about normal people and like to mess with them out of curiosity, as well as not even having emotions to temper your reactions.
'Sides, I don't know her. Why the hell should I be grateful to you for saving the life of someone I've never met?"
Ashara glares at the hologram as she explains her point of view, her hair starting to stand on end as she gets up from the table, pupils entirely replaced by a bright flame now.
A moment later, a highly powerful EMP shoots out from her, filling the entire tavern, in an attempt to short out as many of the emitters as possible, since presumably, shielding them all well enough to prevent such attacks would prevent them from actually functioning, too, though of course, she could be wrong about that.
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Makaria stands up, and her hands erupt into flame, ready to defend her friend and master.
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Shut Up! shouts Spade from the next table over, making a bit of a show of blocking a large section of the EMP which passes him.
"Some of us are sittin' here trying to have a conversation and now I've got to deal with electrical pulses flyin' around? 'Sides, what you just said sounds more sociopathic than the AI. And tryin' to fry her is just as much murder as you're complaining about, according to the laws of this city. So shut up and sit down!" huffs the mouse, his voice projecting surprisingly well for someone this size.
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Oh dear.
Given that Trog's was revealed to be a holodeck, this has some interesting effects. The pulse proves rather unpleasant for many, some chairs and stools and such vanishing at random, and numerous other fixtures appearing distorted and warped as the systems are attacked.
It doesn't seem to have fried everything, though. Trog's has the remarkable capability of repairing itself, probably partially related to those holosystems, I would guess.
The security hologram warps and distorts as well, portions of her/its appearance scrambling from the pulse. "Please-refrain-frrrrOM damaging-the HOLODECK. Self-preservation PROTOCOLS dictate use of lethal force response. Distress signal ssssENT." The speech is choppy and scrambled, kind of obnoxious and grating-sounding, really.
That bit about a distress signal is kinda ominous, though, given who set that thing up...
"SurrENDER or safety protocols will be disengaged." That translates to 'then I can actually use lethal force without having to get a real weapon first'.
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Makaria pales.
Ashara, I'm not sure this is really a smart idea, could we leave?
She asks Ashara, her voice full of worry and fear.
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Fun fact: the amount of current or radiation put out by an electro magnetic pulse strong enough to cause significant damage to electronics also happens to be strong enough to cause significant damage to organic life forms. Or in other words, The Matrix lied to you.
What does this mean?
Radiation burns for everyone!
Yay!
Everyone loafing about in the tavern who wasn't shielded in some way probably just got the mother of all sunburns.
Allomyrina screams when the pulse hits her, a horrible, inhuman keening sound. Emerald flames lick across her as her body seems to almost stretch away from something below it, causing her whole form to crackle and warp and waver. The human illusion stretches thinner and glows brighter until it winks out altogether, revealing a creature below that is wholly inhuman.
She's a tall, leggy looking alien clad in black carapace that appears to be some sort of cross between a deer, a reptile, and an insect. A long, backwards swept horn on her forehead ends in a four pointed star rather akin to a rhinoceros beetle's. The creature's eyes and hair are a vibrant candy-apple red.
She's also sizzling a bit.
Aaaand just slumped into a heap on the floor.
Her phone, still sitting at her table, is crackling and popping and sparking.
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"Yes!"
And, with that, Ashara attempts to grab both Makaria and Allo, then activate a ring to emergency-teleport all three out of danger! After all, she did just fry the person trying to help, the least she can do is kidnap her to heal her up, right?
Err... Now that it's put like that, maybe it's not such a good idea after all. There is that portal to the Sanctuary Fortress, if nothing else. Surely someone would have tossed her onto there, so that at least she wouldn't be being dragged off by the same person who just attacked her, even if that part wasn't intentional?
Suppose she should have though of that before she did anything, though. Bit late now, after all. And... Well, this is Trog's. It's just as likely she'd simply have been left there to smoke peacefully on the floor for a while.
In any case, if it works, all three will find themselves in Ashara's house, in the Home thread.
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Spade huffs and shakes his tail, sending a small wave of relief which should help alleviate the slight skin aggravation given to a few NPCs just now before returning to his previous spot at the table.
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Welp!
Given that Allomyrina is currently stunned from spell-feedback when the EMP toasted all her active spellwork there really isn't much of anything she can do about being abducted.
Aside from, perhaps, making some moaning plaintive noises.
For what it's worth Allo isn't exactly small in her natural form. Even discounting her horn she stands a bit over five feet tall and probably approaches four hundred pounds.
Though...
Given how powerful most teleporters in the Nexus are her weight probably wouldn't matter.
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Welp!
Given that Allomyrina is currently stunned from spell-feedback when the EMP toasted all her active spellwork there really isn't much of anything she can do about being abducted.
Aside from, perhaps, making some moaning plaintive noises.
For what it's worth Allo isn't exactly small in her natural form. Even discounting her horn she stands a bit over five feet tall and probably approaches four hundred pounds.
Though...
Given how powerful most teleporters in the Nexus are her weight probably wouldn't matter.
Makaria is teleported!
Why would she not want to?
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Indeed it doesn't! It's more a limit on the number of distinct living entities, though trying to transport, say, an SUV and its occupants would be at the extreme limit, and it's probably best not to try that just in case.
Don't want to end up with anyone leaving bits behind, after all, or ending up as part of the car. Teleportation fields being unstable is generally not a good thing at all.
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"Photon and forcefield emitters stabilizing." After a bit of continued distortion, the effects on the security hologram and various holographic bits of scenery stop.
She/it just...stares blankly at nothing in particular.
"Canceling alert and forwarding recording of events to program controller."
More blank staring.
"...Why? I do not understand."
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The kitsune woman throws her hot choclate off as she ries her arms up. She may understand how the emp works, but still her instinct says she should cover her face. The mug with the choclate might land anywhere and the kitsune is crouching in her seat.
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Spade tilts his head a bit.
"Um, no. I'm-what even is that? Aren't Furies female?"
Livia smiles and shakes her head. "I guess you don't have them here, hm? That is strange, but I don't know if the lands over the seas have them, either. Furies are... Hmm... Spirits, of a sort. They're a part of the land, the air, the water. We use them, tame them, work with them, to help us protect ourselves and to civilize our lands." She explains.
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Spade looks a bit indignant.
"I'm Spade, God of the Downtrodden. I'm not one to be tamed."
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The door to the tavern slides open and in walks a rather frail looking man.
Back bent, the product of far too many years of life, there isn't much else to remark about on him.
Then again, the important thing is what he holds and stares at with a desperate expression.
A torn fragment of a small dress, charred along an entire length.
His mouth moves, but nothing comes out.
Keeps on making the same movements, even as he looks up towards the many tables around him.
Silent, painfully silent.
Help me.
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Livia holds up her hands. "I wouldn't dare try."
The shouting woman hardly catches her attention, just another belligerent patron of the tavern. As she turns back to Spade, however, the notices the man at the door. His expression holds her attention, and Livia slowly pieces things together in her mind. That slilent plea pulls her from her chair, and she cautiously approaches, not wanting to startle the man.
"Sir, what happened?" She asks him.
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Livia's attention is noticed with a faint relief, buried under a greater desperation.
The man makes a rough gesture at his throat with one hand, mouth speaking noiseless words again with an expression begging her to understand.
I can't speak.
His gaze flicks down to the cloth in his hand and back up, pointing his hand now back out the door.
Outside.
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Spade hops off the table and goes with her.
"I'm really not supposed to take direct action helping people, but I supposed I'm not being stopped..."