Flag of Inside, flown over all Remnant and Government Installations
Current Events: Superheros and Supervillains Unite!
The title is a misnomer, of course. No doubt the moniker of this place was settled on after a brief conversation that started with, 'Wouldn't it be funny if...?'. But now the name has stuck.
But what is this place, you ask?
Inside is everything within the City Walls. As opposed to Outside, which is everything without. This strange, whimsical city seems to be the center of a planar Nexus, a crossing point between all possible worlds. One can find just about anything in this wondrous place, dreams that defy imagination and terrors that freeze the soul. People and whole places are regularly drawn into the Nexus, added to the chaotic melting pot of all possible realities.
And more than a few realities that aren't possible.
The city is surrounded by defensive walls, with an artificially and accidentally created moat outside the walls, a moat that has been diverted into a river-channel for one many bodies of water flowing through Inside. A gap in the walls and a bridge allow for entrance into the city proper, the main gate opening up to welcome newcomers Inside.
Welcome, traveler, to the City of Inside. The only boundaries you find within are the bounds of your own imagination.
Rules, Zones, Streets, and Locations
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Rules
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1:Please Spoiler any Fanservice in this thread! It is accepted that there will of course be some, and that romance and curtains happen. However, please be courteous to others and spoiler any scene that goes on for a little while, and if it reaches the point, curtain. This is so you can stay within forum rules, as well as letting those uninterested in the scene, pass by. Thank you.
2:Godmodding is not permissible! As stated in the rules in the FFRP Central Thread,, godmodding is generally not allowed without permission. If you're shaky on what might be, and what might not be godmodding, please follow the above link.
3:The DOOM-Shield. Inside is currently equipped with a techno-magic shield that mitigates "global" effects to a survivable level. This is to prevent anyone from simply killing all the NPCs, or affecting the entire city. For example, a plot that envelops the entire city in sub-arctic temperatures, will find that the cold isn't as bad as it should be, and survivable.
4:Remnant. Please remember when doing any plots or large events, that even though it has it's own thread, Remnant, the Inside Police Force and Army, is located in Inside, and may respond to events, or may be asked to respond to them. More information on them will be provided later.
4:All Inside-Wide/Nexus-Wide plots need to be brought up in OOC first! We all want to have the entire city be cast into a frozen wasteland from time to time, but such things need to be brought up in OOC first, to allow players plenty of warning, and so people don't feel like anything is being forced upon them that they don't want to RP.
5:Inside is not Space! Anything involving massive spaceships, meteors, satellites, Lasers From Space, and the like, do not belong in this thread. Few PCs have the ability to fight off an orbital bombardment, so it is considered unfair to be able to call down such things inside Inside. It can be assumed that the Doom Shield prevents such things from occurring. The place for these sorts of things should be in Outside, or another thread all together.
Zones, Streets, and Locations
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Please PM Wolfbane to have a new location placed in this registry.
Zones:
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In the Zone(s): The City of Inside is separated into three socioeconomic zones color-coded for your convenience.
The Blue Zone is upper-class, well to do portions of Inside.
The Grey Zone is the portion of the City that is middle-class. It also includes many commercial and industrial portions of the City.
The Red Zone is the of the City that is degenerate, destitute, or downright dangerous. Sometimes all of the above.
Streets:
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Can you tell me how to get, how to get to Generic Street? The City of Inside also has a number of Streets. The Streets aren't a street in the literal sense, but rather portions of the City with a particular theme. While one can find anything anywhere in the City there are none the less areas were certain settings predominate.
If you have an idea for a Street feel free to suggest it in the OOC thread.
Known Streets:
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Generic Street: The generically modern setting! Generic Street is perhaps the most plastic of the Streets, displaying a decent mix of all settings, though modern predominates. Generally speaking most locations without a Street name will be found here. The most commonly seen locations here are the Streets and the Slums. Occasionally The Rooftops if someone is feeling daring.
Arkham Street: Spanning 1920s-1940s style sci-fi and horror, Arkham Street is home of such spooky locations as Philip Memorial Library, the haunted Carter House, and Dunwich Park. The more upscale portion of Arkham Street is known as Metropolis Square, a metropolitan area sporting Diesel Punk style robots and rayguns and mad scientists oh my!
Cirrus Street: Cirrus Street is the FUTURE! sci-fi portion of Inside. Most commonly seen are the post-apocalyptic Bombed Out Zone with its never-ending zombie vs Martian vs killbot vs mutant war and the hopeless squalor of the Underhive. In addition to these areas there's also the chrome and glass clad Skyway. Think Jetsons with more foot-paths. Repulser Trams connect the Skyway to other portions of Inside for those not blessed with flying cars.
Market Street: Market Street is the ye olde portion of Inside, complete with bards, fools, open market places, and the occasional damsel in distress. While products of any age can be found in the sprawling street booths everything is done ye olde style-e. If you need a chase scene to crash through a fruit-cart this is the place to do it.
Yellow Dog
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At the edge of the city of Inside, a unique street marks the border between the wilderness and the world of men. Two rows of wooden buildings stare at one another from across the sides of a dusty, unpaved street. The dark brown wood is bare, held in place with rough nails, only the occasional brightly painted sign relieving the earth tone monotony. This street is called Yellow Dog, and it is a little mining town right out of the Old West.
Well, not quite right out of the Old West. You see, anything and anyone that has even a little to do with the West comes to Yellow Dog. It doesn't matter what kind of West you're from; a Fantasy West with dragons and demons, a Steampunk West with stompy mechs powered by cloud benching coal furnaces, a Samurai West were a man's sword is as trusted as his six-gun, a post apocalyptic or futuristic West were revolvers come in laser form and the horses are robots; heck, even folks from just the plain old regular West are welcome here, and they don't mind strangers round these parts. This is a place were a gaggle of fur trappers and buffalo hunters haggle with a squid faced merchant about the worth of their haul. This is a street where dwarf and gnome gold miners walk into town, comparing the size of the nuggets they've panned from the rivers as they head towards the saloon. This is a place where you can pass a man dressed like a Union Cavalry Officer talking with a robot cowboy on a steel horse. You can walk down the way and pass a mysterious man who greets you with a "Konnichiwa, pardner.", as his samurai sword rattles lightly against his holstered pistol. Gunslingers, cowpokes, gamblers, bandits, prospectors, pioneers, profiteers, preachers, snake oil salesmen, trappers, hunters, townsfolk, wildmen, and things much weirder all mingle along this dusty lane.
Welcome to Yellow Dog, pilgrim. Enjoy your stay.
Locations:
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Azik's Enchantments(Player: Harnel, Grey Zone)
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Those in the area will hear a rumbling as the Nexus begins pulling in something larger than just a single person. Reality bends, and the shape of portal opens above a certain street corner. For a sickening moment, nothing happens, but then things start coming out of the portal - all of them are bricks, building up finally to a door and a roof, with tiny windows built in. There's even a large chimney sticking out of the center of this strange, conical building that begins puffing rainbow smoke almost immediately.
A creature steps out the front door, though many wouldn't consider it a creature - He is a warforged, a living golem. Covered in what appears to be adamantine plates, he looks up and down the street, his longcoat catching in the breeze. as it flutters, one can see a multitude of wands, schema, and scrolls all attached to several belts around his waist and upper legs. On his eyes he wears a pair of blue tinted shades, despite his lack of ears, and the metal orbs that serve as his eyes glow green behind these spectacles. He looks up and down the street. He doesn't seem to be particularly disturbed by the change in location, but he does take the time to call out, in a metallic voice:
"Azik's Enchantments is open for business! Come find a potion, a wand, a scroll to fit any need! We have spellbooks for beginners and experts! Weapons of all shapes and sizes, and armor unlike anything you've ever seen! Come find what you're looking for here!"
And then he heads back inside. So much work, so little time. Inside is as strange as outside, with magic trinkets lining the walls on shelves, but all behind the counter, to keep any stupid kid with the idea to steal something from doing so. You can find just about anything magical here, and that which you can't find, Azik the Warforged can make within a more than reasonable timeframe.
Emergency Bunkers
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Eight bunker-like structures in a ring-like arrangement at about the midpoint between the walls (or the docks) and the center of the city have been completed.
The interior of each is rather dull, rather befitting a bunker, but there are underground areas beneath the visible bunkers. These are similarly dull and military-styled, but they also act as hospitals.
These are mostly designed with emergencies such as shelling in mind, and are usually closed.
Emergency Clinics
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Like the bunkers the clinics are spread through-out the City and are equipped with technology akin to a modern emergency room. Since there's no magical healing available the speed of recovery is going to be noticeably lower than what is available at one of Inside's many temples. However their availability makes them absolutely vital in the application of life-saving care.
Erin's Emporium (Player: The Bushranger, Grey Zone)
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Construction Gnomes have been hard at work renovating a small store along one of the various merchantile roads. Well, it was small. Now it's bigger on the inside.
And filled with every sort of weaponry imaginable, from across the multiverse. From blaster carbines to P-90s, surface-to-air missiles to ballistas, zats to nunchucks, they're all here.
Is that a siege crossbow sitting in the corner?
Evolution Industries Headquarters + Factories (Player: Darkcomet, Blue Zone)
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The headquarters of the company known as Evolution Electronics and Power is a fairly standard-looking modern-day tower in appearance, not quite reaching the level of skyscraper.
The company owns a large factory nearby, used in production of its MACE units, and potentially other products, should it be desired.
The company also possesses a number of other factories around the city, used for production of weaponry and other military materiel.
Retail outlets for Evolution's products are scattered around the city.
Finders Keepers (Player: Reinholdt)
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[Gray Zone]
Sitting right near the edge of the Red Zone, a new shop has opened up. It's a basic looking office, part of a larger building. Out front is a sign,
FINDERS KEEPERS*
We find missing people, kidnapees, deadtime victims and more.
*And no we don't actually keep them. It's just a name.
Inside, is a secretary typing away at a typewriter. She directs customers to wait until their turn, at which point she sends them back to meet the shop owner, one Heinrik Hurtz. He is most clearly not related to any superheroes whatsoever. This is a fact in and of itself, proven clearly by the fact that Heinrik wears glasses.
Hastings and Sons Mortuary (player: Kid Kris, Grey Zone)
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Near one of the older parts of the city sits a large and somewhat dour building of brick and mortar, built in the traditional sense, with a metal plaque by the door that reads (predictably enough):
Hastings and Sons
MORTUARY
For the preparation of the dearly departed.
And indeed, should one go in one should find all the trappings of a conventional mortuary, including several large visitation rooms, run by this guy:
Though of course, usually without the zombie there.
In recent times however, the true business of the resident Mortician has branched into a more heretical bent, offering certain services to the living impaired (more commonly known as the foul Undead). These start at simple healings and flesh grafts (the flesh occasionally obtained 'legitimately', when a body comes in for cremation and the Mortician gives them an urn full of wood-ash, but usually corpses are obtained through donations from customers or good old fashioned grave-robbing). But services can also range into body part replacement and augmentation for the undead who wishes his creator had seen fight to give him a giant lobster claw or retractable venomous spines, or even full body/flesh reconstruction for the self-conscious lich (or lich in disguise, though making your new flesh look like someone else usually costs extra) or the zombie in his golden years. These customers usually come in through the back door, where there is a plaque listing the full list of services. Though of course some are brazen enough to come through the front door anyway.
((PM if you wish to interact with the Mortician, as Kid Kris may not always check the thread.))
MagMart (Player: Lord Magtok, Blue Zone)
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An absurd mash-up of K-Mart, Wall-Mart, Target, and every other vile retail chain, MagMart is staffed by an unswervingly loyal Magbots, lobotomized talking cats that are too brain-dead to know any better, several voodoo spirits, and a pickle jar that everyone insists is a sentient being that only communes with those who truly believe in it.
Here you can find everything from curtains to carpets, macaroni to monkeys on motorcycles, groceries to zombies. The staff is always happy to help (or else), and if you aren't entirely satisfied with your shopping experience, you can pay a small fee to watch the MagMart employee of your choosing get fired out the MagMart complimentary employee morale cannon.
The Misspelled Cemetary (Grey Zone)
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It's the rain that makes for the perfect atmosphere.
Since the party left the well lit cobbles lanes of the Market Streets the sky has opened up upon our intrepid band of adventurers with a vengeance. The wind howls through barren trees as the rain descends in sheets. The heavens are split by a ribbon of lightning and a roar of thunder.
A massive cast iron gate surrounds this place of once hallowed ground. Yes, hallowed once but no longer. The earth appears dead. Rotten. A phosphorescent green fog creeping along the ground. Misshapen fungus and molds clinging to crumbling monuments. Corpses exposed on the surface, half-eaten with decay.
The gate creeks open of its own accord as the party nears.
And above the gate, in rusted iron letters, reads:
The Misspelled Cemetary
Needle and Thread (Blue Zone, Player: Artemis97)
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On one side of a wide cobblestoned street is a small shop. The sign hanging over the door depicts a simple spool of thread, pierced by a needle. No words were included, as a courtesy to those who could not read, nor were they needed. It was clear from the merchandise displayed in the two large windows on either side of the door that this was a clothing boutique. The right side displayed the latest in women's fashions, dresses and skirts in unique designs, all detailed by hand with beading and embroidery. The left window showed men's clothing, from a beautifully tailored three piece suit, cut from expensive fabrics, to the very best in adventuring style, rugged and sturdy, clearly built to last.
Inside, racks and manequins display more clothing, split down the middle between men's and women's fashions. The back wall held rolls of fabric, some plain, others with obviously magical properties. A large, three-sided mirror sits in the back corner, next to a small changing stall. On the other side is a small counter holding a cash register, behind that the door that led to a small workroom.
The Needle and Thread is a clothing shop specializing in custom tailoring and specialty designs. It is owned and operated by Lillith Rock, and the kindly fiendish woman can usually be found behind the counter, or working on orders in the back workroom.
Pontius' Custom Constructs (Player: Earl of Purple, Grey Zone)
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The caravan of 6 wagons (I never said 3! Well, I did, but still.) arrives at a warehouse, previously for sale. The gnomes lead the golems and other constructs inside, and get to work. The warehouse has an open yard at the main entrance, and several golems, like crude figures of worked stone or wood, stand in the yard. A gnome wearing an apron over smart-yet-practical artesan's clothes and puts a sign up.
Pontius's Custom Constructs
Golems of Any Material* at Unbelievably Low Prices!!!**
You Won't Find a Golem, Gargoyle, Guardian or Homonculus Cheaper!!***
Come Now and Buy 1 Get 1 Full Price!!!****
*Flesh has an additional charge. **Define 'low'. ***Except at our competitors. ****Terms and conditions apply.
Sanctuary Fortress of Zoemaytare (Player: Rebonack, Red Zone)
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Like so many other prominent buildings in Town, or not so prominent buildings for that matter, this place seemed to pop up out of nowhere over night.
Buildings are like mushrooms in Town. Probably spread via spores, too.
Regardless, here it is. A rather sizable campus marble hewn from the mountains some distance away. Carved and hauled here near the edge of the slums where they were no doubt assembled. Though... no one can quite place a finger on when this happened.
Though the buildings aren't of only cold hard stone, no. There are timbers as well. Not what one might expect, however. They seem almost organic. As though they had grown into place rather than being hewn.
Oddness aside, the temple is arranged in a rather interesting fashion. Several concentric wall and courtyards ending in a central temple.
The outer wall is lower than the rest, each tier of the temple built onto higher ground like a wedding cake. Each wall is topped with a roof supported on the inside by pillars, creating a sheltered walkway. The exact use of these porches depends on the section of the temple one happens to be in.
Anyone is allowed entry through the first wall and into the first court, the Court of Meeting. Beyond the second wall only worshipers of Zoemaytare are allowed admittance to the second court, the Court of the Blessed. Beyond the third wall only the priests are allowed, where they carry out holy rituals within the temple itself.
The Court of Meeting is dedicated to service of those the worshipers of Zoemaytare dwell among. Food is prepared for the hungry here and given out without expectation of recompense. Those without a place to lay their head are allowed to sleep within the porch. The grounds beyond the porch are devoted to a wondrous garden boasting vibrancy and spectacular color. This are is always comfortably warm and brimming with life. Wounds heal faster as the body is refreshed. Undead creatures will find that remaining here is decidedly uncomfortable.
The sky above the temple seems to be perpetually clear, filled with pleasant sunlight in the day and cloaked with gossamer stars at night. Benches are set up here and there, under trees with hanging branches and above fragrant shrubbery. A lively stream flows endlessly in a circuit about the Court, spilling into several larger pools and meandering up a small outcrop of stone before cascading back down the other side.
This section of the temple is tended by members of the faith. Not priests, though devote. They can be found tending the garden and serving warm food. When in service to the temple these devotees wear a white linen ephod bearing the symbol of a willow tree, ornately rendered in blue thread. They'll be more than happen to answer any questions. Priests tend to have stricter ceremonial garb, including a blue tunic and white robe in addition to the ephod.
Welcome, traveler. May you be more blessed when you leave than when you came.
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New information that isn't readily noticeable at first glance at the temple will be added here.
The temple grounds are protected by a dampening field that blocks unauthorized teleporation and dimensional shifting. The place is something of a fortress after all. Being able to pop in and out at will would defeat the purpose.
Zoemaytare isn't a god of (fill in the black) but rather the patron and protector of her people. As such, her domain, if she even has one, is over all that her people do. The people in question are collectively known as the Zoeos, and this particular temple is their first major venture into Town. At present their stated goal is to set up trade relations and aid the city. This is ministered through the temple on account of the Zoeos government being a theocracy.
It just so happens that there's a dungeon under the temple, though the entrance to it is well hidden.
NPCs thus far:
Potentate of the temple: the head priest and administrator. He has yet to be seen 'on screen' though he has been referred to.
Regent Zachius: And elderly human with a coppery complexion and deep-set wrinkles, the sort of face one expects of a person who has spent a great deal of time in the sun smiling. He's a kind old fellow who is in charge of the Court of Meeting.
Regent Stephen: A younger human who smells rather distinctly of wolf. He's in charge of the dungeons of the temple and seems to be a rather caring and compassionate fellow. It's his job to bring the cases of prisoners before the Potentate.
Regent Thadeus: One of the priests who aids in minor upkeep in the temple proper. He usually isn't seen outside the temple and since his position doesn't put him in much contact with the common folk he tends to be somewhat aloof and judgmental. Also happens to be an elf. Those snooty elves!
Bognus Thundershield: a lay dwarf that operates the temple's teleporter, primarily from Trog's. Though people can be 'ported in from elsewhere as well. While it isn't commonly known, this device can send people over rather long distances, though it's somewhat inaccurate when doing so. Bognus is a bit gruff, though generally good natured. He speaks with a thick Scottish Dwarven accent.
St. Guinevere's Sanatorium for Lunatics and Object Seekers (Player: Anyone, Gray Zone)
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This insane asylum exists for people questing after Objects from the Holders Mythos. Anyone can run an Object quest, but please look at the community agreed guidelines first as it helps keep things consistent.
If you want to use the Sanatorium for other uses, feel free, but expect it to be a house of unspeakable horrors.
The Temple of Dalachrech (Player: Earl of Purple, Grey Zone)
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The first room entered is a foyer. On the walls are red drapes with silver, two-tailed scorpions embroidered on to them, and next to the door is an ornate font. The granite font stands about waist height, and is a plinth with a bowl of unholy water. Winding around the font are carved centipedes. A door away from this chamber leads to the main prayer hall. This room also has drapes with the two-tailed scorpion device on the walls, and a red velvet carpet flanked by wooden pews leads to an altar at the far end. The altar is covered with red velvet, with a gold statue and red candles placed upon it. The statue depicts a demon with a centipede's body, a scorpion's tail with spinnerets next to the sting, a stag beetle's head and the claws of a praying mantis.
This is a hidden location in the Grey Zone. Please PM Earl of Purple if you wish to interract there.The Temple is now open to the public.
A run-down building near Trog's Tavern was bought by three goblin enterpreneurs with a large crew and now houses their mining and engineering company. Everyone who needs something dug, built, repaired or blown up is welcome.
Warwick Works (player: happyturtle, Grey Zone)
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In the industrial area, a building is rented and has a new sign put out front.
W Warwick Works
The building itself consists of a small office area in front and warehouses in back. There is no indication of what sort of business this is, but a certain cyborg with a satellite might recognize the logo and name.
Welcome. If you have stepped into this store, it is because you have a wish.
The store is big, ancient and beautiful. It has a large garden with colorful flowers, a pond with fish and running water, and chirping birds. This is the outside of the store. The inside, however, is, to put it simply, gloomy. There’s burning candles and incense everywhere. From the hall where you enter you are led off into a side room with a low table and cushions around it. A tall, masked and unnamed stranger brings tea and snacks to the guests. The Witch sits opposite and rarely ever moves.
RULES (OOC):
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This is a Wish shop. Your character will only enter this shop if he has a wish. Whether the wish is granted or not is a different issue.
Witch Which is in charge of the shop and will grant wishes to everyone who asks, regardless of intent or alignment, as long as the appropriate price is paid. Under certain conditions:
Condition one: Witch Which will not haggle. She couldn’t lower a price or overcharge even if she wanted to. A balance must be kept in order for the wish to be granted.
Condition two: When a Wish directly affects another player’s character in a way that would be considered godmodding, the other player must agree first.
Condition three: The Witch may not reject any wish unless the price is too high to be paid. Wishes to take a life or to destroy the world, for example, carry a price higher than anyone can pay. ANYONE.
Condition Four: The Witch will never engage in battle. Be glad. The Witch is the very definition of True Neutral.
Condition Five: The store is not hard to access; in fact, there’s a big sign outside and everything. However, the store’s grounds exist in a special separate dimension, protecting it from anything that could destroy it, up to and including plot.
Condition Six: Haruki-kun reserves the right to alter the conditions if he feels they’re causing problems such as godmodding or similar issues.
(Haruki-Kun wishes for a PM to be sent to him upon someone entering the shop so he knows about it.)
Inside's Defenses, Remnant, and The Council
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Defenses
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As stated above, the city of Inside is defended by the Walls, Moat and DOOM-Shield, but it is also defended by a more "mundane" force field that can be called upon in times of need, as well as a number of more conventional defensive capabilities, nearly all of which are manned and controlled by Remnant(Controlled for the most part by Wolfbane). These include things from Emergency Bunkers, Relief Stations, Anti-Aircraft Cannon, and the like.
Remnant
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As stated before, Remnant is Inside's police force, army, and main defensive body. It is made up of the remains of what was once the Acronymian Empire, and consists of hundreds of men, women, and machines, both soldier and civilian, sacrificing their daily lives and time to make sure the city of Inside is relatively safe for it's citizens. There are Remnant Outposts all throughout the city, with the main HQ in Blue Zone, and less Outposts in Red Zone. These can be reached fairly easily, and allow people to report crimes, turn in criminals, collect bounties, and even ask to be recruited. Remnant controls most of Inside's defenses, but also controls Rapid Response Units capable of stopping fires, providing emergency medical aide, and even disaster relief to clean up debris and fix buildings and roads damaged by the day to day events of Inside.
Squads of Remnants patrol the streets "every so often" and should anyone need one, can interact with them(Please PM Wolfbane upon doing so, however).
As a note, Low-Level Remnants can be Godmodded! They can be assumed to fight the fires that pop up, but can also be asked to provide basic information. This also means that they can be bribed for less well-known information such as someone's name and rank, or to look the other way for a small crime, such as theft. Anything more, please PM Wolfbane to let him know, in case there is something that needs clarified. The Remnants can be godmodded to be killed on occasion, but if it happens too fast, too often, Wolfbane may step in and RP it out. Once again, please PM Wolfbane if you plan on killing a Remnant NPC.
What is NOT Godmoddable:
-Getting Security Codes
-Accessing Secure Areas
-Killing off more than one or two NPCs at a time, or killing a Named Remnant NPC/PC
-Stealing Identities
-Destroying Remnant facilities
It is not impossible for these to happen, but with proper warning provided to Wolfbane, it can be RP'd out and attempted. However, it should be noted that only Low-Ranking Remnants can be Godmodded in this way.
Council
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The Council is the "ruling" body of Inside. A small group of individuals reside on it, and decide Inside Policy. People can go here for diplomatic relations, trials, or other activities that may concern dealing with an actual government instead of a police force or army.
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Starting August 4th, I will be without internet for possibly a very long time. Please PM me if there are any questions for me, but do not expect an answer for weeks at a time. Thank you for your patience.
"The door might be a bad idea, considering we've been here for a while...", Mayhala points out, hopping lightly to the floor, and changing the platform into a pair of tendrils which try to take the hands of her companions. "Someone's probably informed the authorities by now, or if nothing else whoever is assigned to keep an eye on this place will be coming by soon. I can get us out of here much more quickly, and safely, by taking us through the shadow-world."
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[Limit Street]
Sergeant Anatolij Fedorowicz Eljaszeńko arrives on the scene with two other members of his Fast Response Team, Dragan Ražnatović and Filimon Romanowicz Ziejcow. They get off their bikes and approach the house carefully. They're all wearing the Basic Powered Armor Type One, with their helmets on.
As the team approaches the house they will see at least one figure through the window. ((Whether Rhyan and Mayhala are visible or not is up to their players)) Winguardia is hard to miss, with her vast black wings spiking from her back, folding sharply at a height of at least six and a half feet and then sweeping down to the floor in a gentle curve. The feathers are obsidian black, with a faint hint of crimson. No wonder that nosey neighbor described her as a 'demon-woman'.
Wingaurdia's hand is easily taken by the tendril. "Mayhalla, I appreciate that, but you know magic just rolls off me, or off most of me. Which is twice as dangerous. I won't be able to go with you. If we try and it fails I could end up shredded into bits." 'Guardia is worried that the magic resistant bits of her would stay behind and the compatible bits would go through. That... would hardly be pleasant. "You two go by shadow, I'll go through the back door." 'Guardia looks down at her hand, waiting for Mayhalla to let go so she can head out back.
'Guardia is clearly less aware than usual, perhaps her senses are clouded by grief or anger, for she does not notice the approach of the Fast Response Team.
((By the way, Morty, there is another post for you to read at Remnant, with intel that your characters would be aware of.
I'll be waiting for a response from The Bushranger before I post again.))
[Dave's Free Clinic]
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Dave's Free Clinic
The spider shrinks and shrinks until it becomes a regular old butt again.
Dave pats the boy on the back.
"Now put your trousers back on."
He'll then help Wes up.
"Good job, Wes."
"Thanks." Westlanna replies as Dave helps her to her feet.
As the spider shrinks, the syringe clatters to the floor, saving the poor kid from having that needle still stuck in his gluteous maximus muscle.
Westlanna goes to scoop up the used needle and drop it in the sharps container mounted on the wall.
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Expect my character 'Wanderer' to simply vanish. Please always err on the side of continuing without me. My schedule makes my posting very rare and very patchy.
Former alias: wingrae, Wooly Winged Wonder
I'm not officially 'back', I'm just able to post on rare occasions. Expect me to go missing again
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"-and so the little engine chugged down the mountain, puffing as she went. 'I thought I could I thought I could I thought I could'."
"Read the story again, mommy!" little Suzy pleads, grinning with her front-toothless grin up at one Martha Miller.
The young woman just smiles before leaning forward and pecking her daughter on the forehead. "Tomorrow night, sweet heart. For now sleep well."
And with that mommy tucks little Suzy in and departs.
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It's about ten minutes later, just as Martha has settled down into the living room with her husband, that she hears their daughter yelling from upstairs. She smiles and shakes her head, excusing herself and heading off to see what's wrong.
"There's a monster under my bed again!" little Suzy cries out, her head enshrouded in a protective shield of blankets.
Martha can only sigh. This happens at least every other night. But being the Nexus it would be foolish not to take the warnings of a child seriously. Especially warnings about monsters under beds. Martha mutters a few words and a small heatless arc of lightning crackles into being between her fingers as she stoops down to check under the bed.
The arcing lightning nicely illuminates a pair of shoes, several stuffed animals, and a talking Shotgun Golem toy.
"No monsters down here, sweety."
"It was hiding in the closet this time," comes a course, grainy voice as a mummified hand clamps over the mage's mouth and runs her through with a sandstone blade. Water seems to be actively drawn from her body as her corpse shrivels, her skin cracks, and her eyes shrinks like raisins.
The blade is yanked free, leaving a mindless Wight standing where once there was a caring mother.
Without wasting a moment the Revenant pulls the covers away from poor little Suzy and seizes her by the arm. "My master has need of you alive, child. We must go."
Then with a gesture toward the window a blast of hurricane force sand-storm winds obliterates the wall and the pair of undead leap to the streets below with child in arms!
"Heeeeeeeeelp!" little Suzy wails!
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The boy is indeed grateful!
He pulls up his pants and then leaves with his mother.
"Well...now we should have a small lull. Any questions yet?"
And where someone is crying for help, surely that means there's a dastardly crime underway, a robbery or a kidnapping or maybe even a murder!
...
Jeez, took 'em long enough. Dwayne's been waiting days for someone to commit a crime he could stop! And now that someone's finally gotten around to it, he can go be a hero and get all the fame and glory and all that awesome stuff!
Drawing his trusty longsword, the would-be hero rushes towards the scene of the crime! "Stop, foul evil-doer's!"
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How about a murder and a kidnapping? And the person being kidnapped is a little girl?
That's at least three times the glory that a murder/kidnapping on their own would result it.
Anywho!
The hero rushes to save the poor little girl from a no doubt horrible fate! The Sand Revenent glances back at said hero and totally doesn't stop. He does, however, point at Dwayne menacingly and say, "Destroy him and then find me again."
The Wight snarls something unintelligible before breaking off and leaping at the hero, its bony talons crackling with lightning!
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A thrumming - almost too quiet to hear - fills the air for blocks around. Above, a small Voidship hovers in place, cloaked from normal sight. Still, glitches in the light-bending technology tend to cause the occasional ripple in the air.
Teq Vraal is aboard, scoping out the area from a position of strength. He's been given no other intelligence, so he'll have to find some himself. Fade is aboard the ship too, presumably.
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Dave's Free Clinic
The boy is indeed grateful!
He pulls up his pants and then leaves with his mother.
"Well...now we should have a small lull. Any questions yet?"
As the boy and his mom leave Westlanna waves goodby to them with a friendly smile. Then she turns back to Dave.
"Yes, I do have a few questions. The first one is, what caused the... what did you call it? 'spider-butt'?" The etiology of the disease is a mystery to her.
"The second question is, how many staff do we have here and who should I see about covering my duties when I need a lunch break?" After all, lunch breaks are very important. Wes gets crabby when her blood sugar drops.
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Winguardia turns to Rhyan as she re-enters the building.
"Mayhala, Rhyan, I think it is time for us to go." Winguardia says softly. She then starts walking slowly toward the front door.
Meanwhile, outside, the response team from Remnant is likely just turning the corner and headed down the street. They likely recognize the tidy little house with the crime scene tape where earlier that day members of Remnant had to remove a young woman's body from the scene of her murder. All the evidence pointed to a winged vampire with feathers.
The crime scene has clearly been disturbed. Somebody kicked in the front door. The neighbor that called this in wasn't lying.
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Sergeant Anatolij Fedorowicz Eljaszeńko arrives on the scene with two other members of his Fast Response Team, Dragan Ražnatović and Filimon Romanowicz Ziejcow. They get off their bikes and approach the house carefully. They're all wearing the Basic Powered Armor Type One, with their helmets on.
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"The door might be a bad idea, considering we've been here for a while...", Mayhala points out, hopping lightly to the floor, and changing the platform into a pair of tendrils which try to take the hands of her companions. "Someone's probably informed the authorities by now, or if nothing else whoever is assigned to keep an eye on this place will be coming by soon. I can get us out of here much more quickly, and safely, by taking us through the shadow-world."
[quote=LadyOfWar;13071336]As the team approaches the house they will see at least one figure through the window. ((Whether Rhyan and Mayhala are visible or not is up to their players)) Winguardia is hard to miss, with her vast black wings spiking from her back, folding sharply at a height of at least six and a half feet and then sweeping down to the floor in a gentle curve. The feathers are obsidian black, with a faint hint of crimson. No wonder that nosey neighbor described her as a 'demon-woman'.
Wingaurdia's hand is easily taken by the tendril. "Mayhalla, I appreciate that, but you know magic just rolls off me, or off most of me. Which is twice as dangerous. I won't be able to go with you. If we try and it fails I could end up shredded into bits." 'Guardia is worried that the magic resistant bits of her would stay behind and the compatible bits would go through. That... would hardly be pleasant. "You two go by shadow, I'll go through the back door." 'Guardia looks down at her hand, waiting for Mayhalla to let go so she can head out back.
'Guardia is clearly less aware than usual, perhaps her senses are clouded by grief or anger, for she does not notice the approach of the Fast Response Team.
((By the way, Morty, there is another post for you to read at Remnant, with intel that your characters would be aware of.
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"People are approaching," Rhyan says quietly - likely visible through the window as a cloaked, hooded figure facing away from the window. "If we are to do this ourselves, we must leave immediately through the back. Or if we are to attempt to reason with the authorities..."
Er, yikes. Dwayne was hoping for something a little more... mundane. Some base lowlife wearing a ski-mask maybe. Not a friggin' undead monstrosity and a lightning-powered crazy woman with a hole in her guts. That's... Pretty darn far out of his league.
But no matter. Justice will prevail!
"Have at thee, fiend!" He shouts, swinging his blade around wildly at the air in front of him in an amateurish attempt to lop off the ghoul's various appendages. It should be noted that, while his blade is indeed enchanted, it's a very cheap, nearly bargain bin sort of spell and quite unstable besides, so should the ghoul have any resistance to magic the sword will likely be no more effective than any other dull chunk of slightly rusted metal.
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Sounds like a good reason to get some more practice. Also sounds like this poor guy isn't even a proper adventurer! Just waving a sword around at someone isn't a terribly effective way to fight.
Honestly a smallish axe or a hatchet would be a better idea if you have no conception of what you're doing.
'sides.
A ski-mask guy probably would have had a gun. And then this fight would have been over before you can say debilitating chest wound.
Anywho!
The monster assaults him with blind violence and no concern for its own well being! Which means the Wight gets thwacked pretty solidly and has one of its arms sliced clean off! Though that doesn't stop it from clawing at our hero with the other one.
Its touch is shocking. But it's more of a muscle-spasm sort of shock rather than a twitching on the floor sort of shock.
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As the boy and his mom leave Westlanna waves goodby to them with a friendly smile. Then she turns back to Dave.
"Yes, I do have a few questions. The first one is, what caused the... what did you call it? 'spider-butt'?" The etiology of the disease is a mystery to her.
"The second question is, how many staff do we have here and who should I see about covering my duties when I need a lunch break?" After all, lunch breaks are very important. Wes gets crabby when her blood sugar drops.
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"Very well."
He takes a deep breath before starting.
"Spider-Butt as I call it, though most call it by it's other name which is Arachna Maximus, is a disease passed through one's genes. Though it can lay dormant for most of a person's life, more often not becoming active at all. The serum you injected had a combination of ground monotooth jackal tusk and stingray in it, the stingray to neutralize the poison from the tusk."
He takes another deep breath.
"And I'll be covering your lunch break. As I haven't met another skilled physician to hire on as another nurse...I will be handling all lunch breaks."
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Nexus Zoo
It's a nice morning here at Nexus Zoo. The sun is just poking out of the clouds after a short rain and the entire zoo smells fresh. In the small mammals building a group of school children are partway through their tour. "Teacher teacher what's that one?" a child asks
"Well that's a death weasel." the teacher replies
"No not that one, THAT one!"
"Well I'm not quite sure what that is Jimmy, it looks like a tiny dinosaur with a hat on...."
Suddenly the little dinosaur(Jurassico) pulls out a netgun and captures the three death weasels, letting the nets get quickly drawn into his hat. Jurassico pulls a white glove as big as he is out of his hat and throws it onto the triple-thick safety glass. In a few seconds the glove explodes, taking a big circle of the glass with it. Jurassico flies through the hole riding a magicians's wand. Hellooo everyone! It is I! Jurassico! For my first trick see that I have no sleeves....now watch as I pull...... A rabbit out of my hat! he pulls out six rabbits about as big as he is who scamper over to various exhibits and explode, releasing their contents.
This is when Jurassico starts netting the animals up and when the heroes should swoop in to save the day. Quick! Before he gets to the apocalypse kittens!
Nexus Zoo
Out of a portal appears Gamma Girl, dressed to save the day!
Though she's at the entrance of the zoo...
Waiting for the rest of her team while hiding behind the ticket booth.
Nexus Zoo "I was thinking that perhaps you cloak us in an illusion. Then we can sneak up on him."
"And from there we just wail on him and dodge his attacks. And then if he doesn't escape, we'll interrogate him for info on his associates, and maybe even put him in jail."
"A few of us should corral the animals and evacuate civillians." Young Star suggests as he exits the portal. "Then they can come help us bum rush Tinysaurus. Any takers or am I volunteering here?"
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Krystal shrugs a little. I can help with the animals. She looks to Young Star. You get the right half, I'll grab the left?
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A woman sits on a bench by herself. Her legs are crossed as she leans back, looking very relaxed. Which is odd, what with all the screaming people and running animals.
Ivaz grins s little. She knew this was a good day to come to the zoo. Now she just had to see who was doing this. And what to do with him afterwards.
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It's a nice morning here at Nexus Zoo. The sun is just poking out of the clouds after a short rain and the entire zoo smells fresh. In the small mammals building a group of school children are partway through their tour. "Teacher teacher what's that one?" a child asks
"Well that's a death weasel." the teacher replies
"No not that one, THAT one!"
"Well I'm not quite sure what that is Jimmy, it looks like a tiny dinosaur with a hat on...."
Suddenly the little dinosaur(Jurassico) pulls out a netgun and captures the three death weasels, letting the nets get quickly drawn into his hat. Jurassico pulls a white glove as big as he is out of his hat and throws it onto the triple-thick safety glass. In a few seconds the glove explodes, taking a big circle of the glass with it. Jurassico flies through the hole riding a magicians's wand. Hellooo everyone! It is I! Jurassico! For my first trick see that I have no sleeves....now watch as I pull...... A rabbit out of my hat! he pulls out six rabbits about as big as he is who scamper over to various exhibits and explode, releasing their contents.
This is when Jurassico starts netting the animals up and when the heroes should swoop in to save the day. Quick! Before he gets to the apocalypse kittens!
A man watches the scene from bench. He claps in his hand when the visitors leave in panic. Some looke up at him hopefully seeing there hero who saves the day. They should run if they want to survive.
The man has white hair, covering half of his face. He doesn't seem to mind that, even if he doesn't miss an eye. Otherwiese and since tektek makes so fine art he looks like that:
"Nice tricks, and only for some dead weasle? Well keep going then I can go for my task more easy."
With that he heads for the Dragon exhibition. You wonder why there is one? It's the Nexus!
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"I'll help." Says Mister Marble. "I don't think I'll be much help fighting a tiny dinosaur."
He'd probably just squish the damn thing. And that would be terrible. "Either that, or I can play brick wall while everyone else attacks him." Using his Tanker skills to the max!
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"Hmm, alright."
Peter closes his eyes, concentrating on making the members of his team invisible to anyone else. Unless they have some sort of anti-illusion protection, of course.
It requires quite a bit of focus and he forgets to sustain his own disguise, returning him back to his original appearance.
Nexus Zoo "It's funny how you think he stays tiny."
"Oh, and his associates may be lurking about."
"Also, he has many tricks up his sleeves."
"..."
"Is that good enough for warning?"
As the team approaches the house they will see at least one figure through the window. ((Whether Rhyan and Mayhala are visible or not is up to their players)) Winguardia is hard to miss, with her vast black wings spiking from her back, folding sharply at a height of at least six and a half feet and then sweeping down to the floor in a gentle curve. The feathers are obsidian black, with a faint hint of crimson. No wonder that nosey neighbor described her as a 'demon-woman'.
Wingaurdia's hand is easily taken by the tendril. "Mayhalla, I appreciate that, but you know magic just rolls off me, or off most of me. Which is twice as dangerous. I won't be able to go with you. If we try and it fails I could end up shredded into bits." 'Guardia is worried that the magic resistant bits of her would stay behind and the compatible bits would go through. That... would hardly be pleasant. "You two go by shadow, I'll go through the back door." 'Guardia looks down at her hand, waiting for Mayhalla to let go so she can head out back.
'Guardia is clearly less aware than usual, perhaps her senses are clouded by grief or anger, for she does not notice the approach of the Fast Response Team.
((By the way, Morty, there is another post for you to read at Remnant, with intel that your characters would be aware of.
I'll be waiting for a response from The Bushranger before I post again.))
"People are approaching," Rhyan says quietly - likely visible through the window as a cloaked, hooded figure facing away from the window. "If we are to do this ourselves, we must leave immediately through the back. Or if we are to attempt to reason with the authorities..."
"I find most authorities as reasonable and open minded as the woman across the street." Winguardia growls. "We don't have time for their nonsense. Reclaimer must be dealt with. I'll go out back, you take the shadows. We'll meet two blocks south and three blocks east on the street corner. Sound agreeable?" The winged woman has just gone from grief to rage in 0.002 seconds. She heads for the back door.
The view from the outside:
The tiny two-story house is shaped like a little box. The front door, gaping open because Winguardia knocked it in, is on the northwest corner, to the right is the big picture window leading in to the livingroom where the winged woman and her cloaked friend are visible. There is a line of tall bushes along the north side of the house. The bushes extend out back of the house forming a hedge around the backyard. They would provide perfect cover for sneaking around to the backyard without anyone exiting the backdoor noticing.
The winged woman is now heading back toward the kitchen at the back of the house, where the backdoor is.
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[Dave's Free Clinic]
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"Very well."
He takes a deep breath before starting.
"Spider-Butt as I call it, though most call it by it's other name which is Arachna Maximus, is a disease passed through one's genes. Though it can lay dormant for most of a person's life, more often not becoming active at all. The serum you injected had a combination of ground monotooth jackal tusk and stingray in it, the stingray to neutralize the poison from the tusk."
He takes another deep breath.
"And I'll be covering your lunch break. As I haven't met another skilled physician to hire on as another nurse...I will be handling all lunch breaks."
Westlanna listens closely to all of this. "Strange disease," she comments as she files away the information in her mind for future reference.
"Well, in that case, it sounds like we need to find more staff. I'll keep an eye open for any doctors or people with a kind heart and healing magic," she tells Dave. "My aunt very nearly worked herself to death because she was the only physician around for miles. It took her a few years to realize, she couldn't help people if she was too sick to function herself."
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"That doesn't sound too good."
He pulls out a chart.
"After about one more patient, then you can take lunch, okay?"
"Apparently, the next patient has Paul Bunyan Disease."
A woman sits on a bench by herself. Her legs are crossed as she leans back, looking very relaxed. Which is odd, what with all the screaming people and running animals.
Ivaz grins s little. She knew this was a good day to come to the zoo. Now she just had to see who was doing this. And what to do with him afterwards.
The geeky-looking girl steps out to stand behind the bench.
Interesting sort of day, isn't it?
Jurassico cackles and nets a few more animals(Two displacer platypuses, three miniature fire rhinos and a bacon dog) A means to an end my friend a means to an end. And the end is chaos and things that can cause them! Well.....except the bacondog. I like bacon. he throws out a few more white gloves that stick to the exhibit windows and grins before waving his hands in a flourish and detonating them.
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"Then next time, don't build your block house in his territory, dear. Now please stop trying to mindcontrol the daughter of someone who could lock us both inside our own heads for the next million years or so, alright?"
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The pair will spot a less than grand theater of Shakespearean architecture perched down below them. The wood composing it is old but stout and somewhat waterlogged so as not to burn with ease. The lighting is traditional torchlight. People of every era from the past to the future are flocking to barely habitable structure to watch a play of little to no import being recounted. Truth be told, most are here for the general atmosphere. Inside the veritable sardine can of people, shadier deals are going down, and beneath the flooring of the stage, the hum of technology performing illicit acts is drowned out by the voices and hustle and bustle of the players and audience above.
[Red Zone - Clarissa's Showdown]
Clarissa pauses to take a deep whiff of air for a moment, testing it for a certain scent. They're here all right. But where? Too many different scents and faces in this packed space all interacting with each other and switching places faster than they can be isolated and culled. The life-forms are interfering with her ability to stalk her prey! This ineffectual combing of the crowd must be expedited at once, for the capacity of her quarry to retaliate is great in magnitude. This game holds untold spoils for the victor.
Clarissa requires something more efficacious. Something that will scatter the crowd. Something to part the sea of anonymity, or so to speak.
In a flash, one of Clarissa's hardy and strong tails darts out to her left, ensnaring a hapless and helpless innocent before slinging the screaming young man over the crowd to the other side of the street for all to behold and fear. This is accompanied by a deafening, booming roar that sound more akin to the clash of thunder in the air rather than a sound which could rumble out of the body of a humanoid organism, however nightmarish.
[Inside Warehouse Plot]
I'd imagine goblins would absorb fall damage much better than humans when their populations are viewed as a whole. Goblins must weigh less, so they won't bounce as much or splash practically ever. Plus, being shorter makes them smaller targets with lesser surface area, does it not? Hmm. Yes, he may be able to handle the turret just fine, Percilia suspects.
As for the other, she's dressed smartly. Camouflage could come in handy, but again, mobility is king. That helmet may be a symbol of status or a relic of some sort. Best to keep an eye on it to find out what it does. It might make Dipsnig's associate more proficient at accomplishing one type of mission-oriented tasks over another.
"It is settled, then. Dipsnig, you're gunning for baddies and you, stranger whose name I know not, are going to try to drive this thing. The reason for that is that I'll be cutting the power to the building as you're driving this bad boy through its walls."
"All that tech is in the assault vehicle. If you're ready, we'll leave for our destination now."
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Anatolij and his men recieve additional information through their headsets. Alright, so some civilians are at the crime scene. Probably vigilantes, since it's unlikely the perpetuators would stick around, but who knows. The Sergeant and his second-in-command enter the house, but Dragan the recon specialist heads for the bushes and tries to sneak to the back of the house to cut off anyone who would want to sneak out.
[Inside Warehouse Plot]
I'm ready. As for my codename, "Scounrel" will do, Dipsnig says.
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"That doesn't sound too good."
He pulls out a chart.
"After about one more patient, then you can take lunch, okay?"
"Apparently, the next patient has Paul Bunyan Disease."
"It wasn't pleasant at all, so be sure not to work yourself too hard, and like I said, I'll keep an eye out for some qualified people to add to our staff." She finishes up her little warning to Dave against working himself too hard.
"Ok, one more patient, then a break. I'll bring a pager with me though just in case an emergency comes in and you need me in a hurry. Then, if we don't have any urgent cases, you should take a rest too." Westlanna follows Dave to the next case. She has a sneaking suspicion that 'Paul Bunyan Disease' could be a big problem. (Bu dum tish).
[Warehouse Plot]
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I'd imagine goblins would absorb fall damage much better than humans when their populations are viewed as a whole. Goblins must weigh less, so they won't bounce as much or splash practically ever. Plus, being shorter makes them smaller targets with lesser surface area, does it not? Hmm. Yes, he may be able to handle the turret just fine, Percilia suspects.
As for the other, she's dressed smartly. Camouflage could come in handy, but again, mobility is king. That helmet may be a symbol of status or a relic of some sort. Best to keep an eye on it to find out what it does. It might make Dipsnig's associate more proficient at accomplishing one type of mission-oriented tasks over another.
"It is settled, then. Dipsnig, you're gunning for baddies and you, stranger whose name I know not, are going to try to drive this thing. The reason for that is that I'll be cutting the power to the building as you're driving this bad boy through its walls."
"All that tech is in the assault vehicle. If you're ready, we'll leave for our destination now."
"I am ready, I will merely need instructions in operating this... device. My name is Raennall, my code name was Tempest." She informs her employer.
Then she walks over to the armored vehicle. She walks around it slowly once, mentally noting its size and likely capabilities. Things such as the width of the wheel-base and how sharply she will be able to turn it. Then she tugs the passenger door open and looks inside. Seeing that the devices to operate the machine are on the other side she slams the door shut and walks back to the drivers side where she opens that door. "Tell me what each lever and wheel does." She points to the gas, brake, steering wheel.
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Demon Queen stands a little ways down the road from the theater, watching it. She knew a bunch of stuff was about to happen here. She wanted to make sure nobody got caught in the crossfire first. That was top priority.
If Shrike came with her, she'll look to the other Exalted. So, what do you think? Think we can do it?
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