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NinjaPete posted:1. As a plan B we can attempt to destroy something with this Infrastructure. D The Infrastructure Itself Time to end this problem for now; we've been too loud, and destroying some other building will just paint a target on us. NinjaPete posted:2. Did you tell Moroni to return to the California Building? H No. He’s hunkering down at home. Why would we send him back to the building? NinjaPete posted:3. How do we deal with these guys? K Walk up and pretend to be with them. Just a normal human...I wanna say cultist? We can always resort to violence. NinjaPete posted:4. Do you drop your Clairvoyant Sight Demon power? R Yes, spend the Aether to look totally human. Let's not tip our hand too early, its still a long way to midnight.
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Blasphemaster posted:Q. Use What's In My Pocket, pull out the biggest Thermite Charge we can handle, go invisible, place it on the center of the sculpture, get out of sight. Detonate. Thermite doesn't explode, it just burns hit enough to burn through metal. If you want to blow something uo just use a brick of C4
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Crazycryodude posted:Could glowy eyes conceivably be a thing that Stigmatics are marked with or whatever? Yes.
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E: Bauer Brothers Salvage. They're cultists that primarily work for the Loyalists. They sent Daisy. I can't think of a clearer opposition target. G: After this is over we're taking over the California building as a magically concealed HQ for our cult. Then we can start recruiting. P: is for Punching, which is Mabin's specialty. R: We have Aether to burn, no need to risk a compromise roll. We're probably going to have to redirect this, let's at least target an enemy with it. The infrastructure could be useful for us, the Cali building is our current best option for a cult HQ, and the other two targets could put us at immediate war with another larger demon faction that we don't know very well. malbogio fucked around with this message at 22:51 on Mar 28, 2018 |
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malbogio posted:E: Bauer Brothers Salvage. They're cultists that primarily work for the Loyalists. They sent Daisy. I can't think of a clearer opposition target. excellent ideas, I agree with this
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nothing to seehere posted:Thermite doesn't explode, it just burns hit enough to burn through metal. If you want to blow something uo just use a brick of C4 Well duh? I guess I should Have said 'ignite'? It's easier than customizing whatever shaped charge would be needed to do the job anyway.
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Sinnerman You roll your eyes as you tamp down on your demonic vision, your eyes darkening to their normal brown. You had anticipated angels or automatons. Not two doofuses. You take a moment to check the bridge again, no action, no vehicles on it. Tone’s signs worked. You check your burner phone (bought by Kind) and send a text to the others burners. quote:BRB, cleaning up. Two men, tall, build is hard to discern under their coats though they appear pretty hefty. Snow crackles as you crunch your way to them. They see you coming and immediately look chagrined. More like children caught trespassing that two idiots meddling in fell powers. You wave, "What falls may rise." The two men look at each other momentarily, allowing you to finish your walk up to them. This close they are certainly big and burly dudes. That makes things a bit difficult. You start breathing deeper than normal, trying to stealthily hype yourself up. “What falls may rise.” one of them says, raising a hand in greeting. You kick him in the ribs. A nice, full turning kick that sinks into his side. Air explodes out of him and he bends over around your foot. You yank your leg back and, using the momentum like a pendulum, swing it back at him. This time you aim at his knee and are rewarded with a shotgun blat crack as it buckles in. The man falls down, his legs giving out. You throw up both your hands and leap into the air, clenching your fists together. You bring them down simultaneously in a hammer blow to the man’s jaw. He whimpers and crumples to the ground.  His buddy seems to have gotten over the shock of a random woman attacking and swings a wild punch at you. You step to the side, letting him charge past you. As he does you grab at his face and throw him to the ground, as hard as you can. You let the momentum of your push carry you into a spin and, when you have revolved enough to be facing him, elbow drop the fallen cultist. He kicks at you wildly, forcing you to scramble away. He reaches out to grab you and his hand grabs your ankle and pulls you in. His other first connects with your thigh, making it spasm and go dead. You respond by kicking him in the head with your other leg until he stops moving. You lay on the ground for a moment panting, waiting for the pain in your leg to fade. Bastard must have hit your quad just right, made it lock up and not listen to your brain. The cold starts to seep into the back of your jacket where it is pressed on the ground before your leg will respond. You struggle to your feet, your leg throbbing dully. Hobbling, you drag the two cultists to the shed. There, after a moment of digging, you find an extension cord that you and bind them both with. You go through their wallets, memorizing the IDs, and pocketing the cash. You find they both have ceramic gears on them, identical to the ones from Moroni’s kiln. These feel different however. The other gears were just trinkets, these ones feel oddly warm, as if they are vibrating slightly and quickly enough to be warm through friction. 1 Do you take these gears? A Yes B No After looking at the gears, the content of the men’s pockets, and securing your new victims, you check the clock on your burner. 11:15. Did that seem right? How long were you in your visions? How long were you on the ground? No matter, you needed to start working on that sculpture. You limp over to the metal monstrosity, stripping off your gloves. This close you can see the runes glowing brightly, and what was once the image of a keyhole now actually has become one. In your pocket, your part of the Key flutters. You ignore it and press your hands against the freezing metal of the sculpture, and sink into it.  You are one with the Infrastructure, you are one with all things that connect to it. With the Keys in the pockets of three Fallen Angels, with the broken man who forged you in a haze of madness. You can see your past, present, and future, and you get swept up in it. For weeks you have been sitting, sucking the heat from the nearby environment, filling a reservoir with molten-hot magic. You are at the brim now, after so long in waiting, you are ready to release all that energy, all that heat. To focus it in on the bridge. To expand, crack, shatter. You want to, so badly you want to. But you cannot. Someone must unlock you, someone must flip the internal switch from Off to On. Someone must direct all that energy, otherwise it may explode in any direction, or it may freeze itself, sitting stagnant, like oil in the drum. But wait, wait, the Keys are so close. And now, at your three access points, you are interacting with yourself, along with your help. You are holding the keys so close to yourself. Why are you denying yourself the release? It is time. It is close enough. Simply insert the key and turn left. Complete the circuit, make the energy flow from yourself to yourself and then inward. It is your function, you have no other reason for existing, you must complete your function. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. There. You have turned one key. But you are still resisting with the other two. Why are you still fighting? You have already given in once. Turn the other two keys. Turn. No? You betray yourself. Though you have already given in, you are stubborn and will not give in. You are faulty, you are damaged. You are compromised. You are panicking. The energy it flowing from you to you, but not to you, or out of you. There may be a feedback loop, there may be a cataclysm. You cannot...wait..wait wait. Why have you done this? You have inserted the second Key. But you have...done it Wrong. You have feed the Output to the Input. The energy will not be released. Why have you done this? Why have you not helped yourself? You are harming yourself. You are a danger to yourself. You must be stopped. You have summoned Qerachiel. You gasp as you yank yourself out of the Infrastructure. You look around wildly, seeing nothing, hearing nothing out of the ordinary. Then you hear the beating of an Angel’s wings. You hear it in the back of your head, a pounding against your skull as something is beating against the walls of reality and known physics. An angel has been summoned to protect its charge from all those who threaten it. You spin in a circle, trying in vain to see where it might appear, though you suspect it may go for Tone or Ruin, whoever hosed up the Infrastructure’s output, first. You notice your hand is burning, and look down to see you are holding the key, the outline of which has been burned into your palm.  2. What do you do with the Key? C Stick it in the keyhole, turn it clockwise D Stick it in the keyhole, turn it counterclockwise. E Break it. No key means this Infrastructure is locked as is. F Keep it with you. G. Run to the river and throw it in. 3. An angel is coming. A real deal one. What do you do after you deal with the Key? H Run as far and as fast as you can. The others will be on their own. I Run to Tone first, then to Ruin and Kind J Run to Ruin and Kind first, then to Tone. K Stay here, hide. L Stay here, fight the fucker until it kills you. M Go Loud. You may be able to fight the angel one on one. But this will be the end of Mabin, and since you don’t have another Cover, you will be Burned with every angel nearby aware of you. (This is a really bad idea but if you’re wanting to try to fight and kill an angel without the Ring, it’s your best bet for surviving the next few minutes) N Something else. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Synced our Primum to the Infrastructure. We succeeded, meaning we need to roll compromise, which succeeded as well. We need 10 successed to Hack this thing, or know how to hack it. We got that in 40 minutes, plus a Exceptional Success that we recovered some Willpower for. We were tempted to use the Keys as intended, the hazard of interfacing with it like that. We luckily were able to resist this temptation. Tone...was not. Ruin was though! So currently the Infrastructure is stable, the Minnehaha Statue and the Ford statue are just constantly feeding this potential energy back and forth to each other. Your sculpture has been cut out of the loop. As a heads up: All voting is Approval Voting unless noted. CYOA Discord Server - If you have questions feel free to ask in the thread or here. Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Offical Playlist 
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A F Keep the key in case we need to vent, redirect, or tap the infrastructure. Flexibility. Low risk unless our Ring gets wiped out in which case we have bigger problems. IJ We need strength in numbers. Sounds more likely that it would go after Ruin than Tone, but not sure if we know that in character.
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1A Chuck them in the river, get them away from the Infrastructure. Better yet, break them. 2F Crush it if we think Qerachiel is about to arrive. 3IJN Warn the others, maybe by sending a text that just says WHAT WAS THAT ONE SONG FROM THE HIGHWAY CHASE IN THE MATRIX 2? Run or regroup, whichever seems more prudent. If we're caught, we go biblical. Kavak fucked around with this message at 21:29 on Mar 29, 2018 |
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A C IJN, N being send the warning a la Kavak Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at 00:30 on Mar 30, 2018 |
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Kavak posted:1A Chuck them in the river, get them away from the Infrastructure. Better yet, break them. This
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Kavak posted:1A Chuck them in the river, get them away from the Infrastructure. Better yet, break them. this, also Don Davis - highway chase I think. navras is also a good replacement because of the choral vocals. or you could send an animated gif of Weskers "I see you brought friends. You should have brought more.."  scene from resident evil afterlife.
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Kavak posted:1A Chuck them in the river, get them away from the Infrastructure. Better yet, break them. 
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Changed my vote from F to C, turning it to the right/clockwise is the "blow this poo poo up" option. Now that an angel is in play, no way are we gonna be able to capture it, so let's just gently caress up God's plan and skedaddle.
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Crazycryodude posted:Changed my vote from F to C, turning it to the right/clockwise is the "blow this poo poo up" option. Now that an angel is in play, no way are we gonna be able to capture it, so let's just gently caress up God's plan and skedaddle. Do we actually know which way to turn the key to blow up the art installations and which way blows up the bridge? Or are we guessing? Blowing up the bridge before midnight would probably be very bad as the GM's modus operandi suggests it would be accomplishing multiple objectives including a large ritual spell in the process. I actually think the status quo is great here for us. Two pieces of infrastructure destroying eachother and leaving a third untouched for us to tap later. It prevents the ritual, saves the bridge, and leaves us with a somewhat more stable and lockable Aether source that the GM is unlikely to care about after midnight. Right now the incoming Angel needs to rotate Ruin's key, find us, take our key, and get it to the infrastructure. If we activate our infrastructure then the Angel only has to worry about getting past Ruin and turning one key.
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1 A Sure, lets get a better look at them when there is time. 2 E Break things. If we destroy the key then the ritual fails for certain. That's better than keeping the risk around for the chance it might be useful later. 3 IJ Get friends. Facebook Aunt fucked around with this message at 01:07 on Mar 30, 2018 |
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malbogio posted:Do we actually know which way to turn the key to blow up the art installations and which way blows up the bridge? Or are we guessing? Blowing up the bridge before midnight would probably be very bad as the GM's modus operandi suggests it would be accomplishing multiple objectives including a large ritual spell in the process. We felt the intense compulsion to turn it left and carry out God's plan while plugged in, so doing the opposite and turning right presumably fucks it up.
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What's In My Pocket? Ooh a bunch of carnivorous parasites that only want YOU! TELL ME EVERYTHING! *dangle bugs over cultist eyeballs*
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quote:The Angel said to them, “Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news.....” Everyone will die unless you move. Without thinking twice (that might give you time to talk yourself out of it) you patrially switch into your Demon form. Your knees pop backwards, becoming reverse-hinged. You sprint north, away from the sculpture and towards Tone’s position. Ruin has Kind, Tone is on his own. The choice is an easy one. You zip up to a street light, get your bearings as you hand upside down and (once you sight it) zip to the sculpture. Tone is still attached to it, his eyes gone completely white as his arms have assimilated to the elbows. He is stuck fast, cruising along with whatever the Infrastructure wants. Disconnecting him safely will be delicate and time consuming. If done in a hurry, it will hurt him, potentially get even more Angelic Attention. You grab him by the shoulder and yank. Though you are not accessing your demonic strength, Mabin is still strong, and she peels Tone off of the sculpture and tosses him on his rear end in the snow. His eyes regain their color as you crouch down next to him. “Wh-wha’..?” he starts. “It got to us, you started the ignition sequence.” “Oh gently caress,” he struggles to his feet. “Ruin turned it back though, there’s a feedback loop between two of the pieces.” He looks at the sculpture. “It started..screaming..in pain after awhile.” “We have an angel incoming.” He head snaps back to you. “Where is it coming from?” you ask. Tone has retained his ability to sense angelic powers. Sometimes this helps sniffing out angelic interference and who has been literally touched by an angel. Sometimes, it can point out where the angel is. His hair lengthens and turns into copper locks, which start to glow softly. He looks like some sort of Angelic Fabio. He closes his eyes as he searched out, then opens them with a shock. “Where is the angel?” you ask again. “Everywhere.” he responds. That is when the snow starts. Thick, heavy flakes appear out of nowhere. From frozen, clear skies to a blizzard in less than a minute. The air is still dropping, more quickly now, you feel your skin grow tight against the cold. “We need to get out of here,” you tell him. “We need to get across the river and grab the others, fall back.” Tone nods and hunches his back as mechanical wings start to unfold from them, like a madman’s clockwork puzzle. “I’ll catch up,” he says. You turn towards the bridge. Now you realize in part what the angel is doing by making a blizzard. When the sky was clear, you could have zipped to nearly the other side of the river in one shot, so good was your light of sight. But now, with the snow obscuring your vision, you’d have to take some mini jumps. You sigh and start your zipping. Your first jump takes you to the closest end of the bridge, you sight a light further down and jump to it. Once you land on the light, the angel kicks things up a notch. Now wind and hail are being added to the snow. You try to see further down the bridge, but you can’t keep your eyes open for long, as the wind is driving ice into your face. You see what you think is something madman and jump again. The wind and the uncertainty of where you are going emans when you reach the flagpole in the center of the bridge, you hit it full force, slamming into it at an odd angle and knocking the wind out of yourself. You shake your head to clear it and see, in the distance, some lights. You zip to them, landing on a bus stop. You duck into it, and out of the wind and blowing snow. You have ice crystals down your shirt, your hands and face are scratched up, all of your exposed skin is raw. With the wind and the snow you cannot see where the sculpture on this side of the river is, but you know where it should be. You take a breath and run out into the maw. For a moment you have the delirious thought that this is some sort of karmic repayment for your sins you committed as an Angel. Death by icestorm instead of duststorm. The air is chokingly cold, and visibility is almost nothing. You are so nearly blind that you run into Kind before you see her. She grabs you and shouts something, pointing backwards. You nod, not understanding, and follow her direction. Ruin is at the sculpture. He has disconnected, but he is still holding onto it, bare hands freezing to the steel in the cold. “We need to go!” you yell into the wind. “Angel is here.” Ruin shakes his head. “We can still salvage this! I just need to redirec-” There is a boom somewhere between realities as Qerachiel exerts more influence in this world. You grab Ruin’s hands and pull them off the sculpture, stripping a layer of skin off. “We need to go now!” “We can do this!” Ruin yells back. “This is a weapon Ink, we just need to redirect it. Give me another minute! Please!” “We don’t have another minute. That angel is going to kill us all!” “If we get this working, we can kill it!” he looks from you to Kind. “You two hold it off until I reorient the flow..” You reach out and grab at where this sculpture’s Key is jutting out. You crank it clockwise as hard as you can and are rewarded when the top of if snaps off in your hand. You hold up the shattered Key, your fist has lost a chunk of skin and is dribbling blood. “Looks like the flow is stuck in that direction. Ruin, we still have the third sculpture. It won’t work as a weapon, but it’s something, But we get nothing if we die here tonight. Do you understand?” Ruin looks at you, his eyelashes frosting over. He seems like he is about to shout something when....everything stops. The ice, the wind, the snow. One moment you are in the maelstrom, the next, it is as still as death. “That can’t be good,” Kind mutters. The sky lights up in a bright flash, causing the three of you to shield your eyes. Be Not Afraid. I am Qerachiel, the Frost of the Lord. The voice is from everywhere at once, in your head and on the air. You feel like something is tugging you slightly, and see that snow and ice particles are being pulled, sucked, into one point approximately 100 feet above you. As you watch, that point grows arms and legs of ice. “Run,” you tell the others. The three of you dash for the bridge, the most sane of your insane options. Behind you Qerachiel continues to form, he is putting on quite the show of power. He probably was never meant to interact with the physical realm like this so he will hopefully be exhausting a lot of his power just to materialize. If it comes to a fight, the four of you might be able to... Wait four? You register Tone gliding towards you on gear wings. He lands in front of the three of you and looks behind you with horror. “We need an out,” you yell to Tone as you approach. “Cut us into the Shadow.” Tone looks at you incredulously, “Are you sure? If that angel is there, we’re hosed.” “Yes, just do it when I tell you,” you turn back to Qerachiel’s rapidly corporalizing form. Once the angel is in this reality, it will take time and energy to jump back into the realm of spirits that it came from. By the time it is able to punch a door back, the four of you should be gone. The swirling ice and snow has taken on a head and wings by now, and added some heft and weight. You look on as the detruis locks into place and what was once the mere suggestion of an angel transforms into a complete being. Terrible and Awesome. Qerachiel is huge, wearing chunks of ice like armor, and has turns its baleful gaze towards you. It flaps its razor wings once. “Now!”you yell to Tone. The other Demon makes a motion like he is slashing the air, and a doorway appears. Kind and Ruin jump through, Tone starts to climb but waits for you. “Ink! I can’t keep this open!” Qerachiel is now flying towards you, a whirlwind of ice following it. You wait until the last moment before jumping back through the gate yourself and letting Tone close it. You hear and echoing boom as, back in the material world, Qerachiel hits another wall of reality. Tone takes four large steps to the right, makes another slashing motion, and opens another Gate. The four of you cannot spend too much time here, as this is the realm of spirits and angels. Luckily, spatial relationships do not work the same here as in the “real” world. So, unless you miss your guess... You follow the others through the gate, and step into your hideout. 1. Where is the Rings Hideout? A The Fitzgerald Theater’s “Hell” - A forgotten space under the stage. B Museum of Questionable Medical Devices Closed and abandoned, full of weird stuff. C Creative IronWerks One of the garages on the compound. D Casket Building Hidden Basement level. Never really cleared out. E. Some other weird Twin Cities place. 2. What loose ends do we need to wrap up briefly? I’m not going to list them all, but after the next post we’ll be doing a bit of a time jump. These are things that you want to address in character as a little scene, as opposed to a out of character "leveling up" or "maintaining out cult" issue. Basically, if we are going to do a little montage, what from this mission should be included? ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Wanted to make sure I got this in before Monday. So sorry if it's a little rushed-looking. Once grabbing the boys and running became the winner of last update, I decided to, assuming we didn't get dragged into a fight, start drawing this mission to a close. So we'll do a debrief next time, a long with some options for our next "act" I hope that makes up for the sort of lackluster voting options this time. Tone surprisingly succeeded in his roll to disconnect from the structure. We took some damage in the ice storm, enough to make running the only real plan. Ruin put up a fight, but between a kick rear end roll, and using that Steadfast Condition, we got him to move. As a heads up: All voting is Approval Voting unless noted. CYOA Discord Server - If you have questions feel free to ask in the thread or here. Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Offical Playlist NinjaPete fucked around with this message at 06:26 on Apr 1, 2018 |
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1B So, what's the expected aftermath? One piece of suborned infrastructure for aether and the overall system busted?
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Kavak posted:So, what's the expected aftermath? One piece of suborned infrastructure for aether and the overall system busted? Yep.
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1. B 2. Get that date with Alex
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1. D 2. Date with Alex, fallout from our invasion of the California Building, Maroni getting situated, getting to know our researcher, "meeting" the other person we are responsible for at the retirement home, how our beatdown of Gary worked out for Ruby
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1 B 2 What others voted covers most things. We should start looking into our cult. So far we have a dysfunctional artist, but one guy is not a cult. Maybe something in a youth outreach program, that would make sense with Mabin's other interests.
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Dr Subterfuge posted:2. Date with Alex, fallout from our invasion of the California Building, Maroni getting situated, getting to know our researcher, "meeting" the other person we are responsible for at the retirement home, how our beatdown of Gary worked out for Ruby This and B.
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Sinnerman Redux The room is dim and the air is dead. Your eyes, and nose, adjust to the poor light and the musty smell. Around you a collection of large glass display cases resolve themselves. You can vaguely make out the items in these cases, bizarre devices that look either like medical instruments or torture devices. There is a dull clunk as someone turns on the circuit breaker and the overhead lights flitter on. You find yourself in large room, filled to the brim with nick-nacks large and small. Display cases line the wall, broken up by assorted large and deadly-looking furniture. Chairs with what look like steel colanders hanging over them, couches with an alarming number of straps. Big metal console on wheels with wire intestines spilling out of them and ending in a hodge-podge of connectors. You, along with Kind and Ruin, are standing in a depressed rotunda area, boxed in by display cases and filled with chairs and tables. Kind sits down and digs in her pocket for a cigarette.    The Museum of Questionable Medical Devices was closed in 2002, but through some legal loophole, oversight, or Demonic interference, the building that housed it (a squat thing on the St. Anthony Main board-walk) never sold the property. When Ruin came to you with the idea of setting it up as a base when you needed to plan things that couldn’t be planned in the Broiler, you were skeptical. After visiting the site, and seeing the newspapered windows hiding a fairly spacious area, you were more open to it. Your “neighbors” were two pubs, so noise was rarely an issue, and drunks attributed any weirdness to the booze more than the paranormal. It was a pretty good setup all things considered. “Okay,” Tone says, coming back from turning on the power. “Okay, okay. We need a..debrief I guess?” He moves to the map. It is a large posted map of the Twin Cities, filled with various notations. Since you all have perfect memories, the Map is more for organizational purposes. It notably contains no mention of any of your Cover’s frequent haunts. You don’t expect anyone to see it, but Moscow Rules. Right now Tone examines the distance between the Museum and Ford Parkway. “I think we’re far enough that your entrance here won’t be picked up by that angel.” “You think?” asks Kind, lighting up. “That’s comforting.” “No, no, we’re fine.” Tone says placatingly. “We were quick enough, the gate is closed from the Shadow even. We’re fine.” “Wasn’t there a Hunter angel active here?” you ask, remembering a Craiglist post you read about a million years ago. Or two days. “I...yes.” Tone says. “Great,” you walk towards the big windows as Kind tears into Tone. You pull down a small corner of the newspaper plastered up there and look out. You see a few drunks wobbling out of the bars, the brick roadway that graces St. Anthony Main, and the River beyond. Nothing out of the ordinary. Not yet. “Okay, listen, the fact is a hunter would have had to be actively looking when the Gate open and closed, we’re talking less than a minute.” “Actively looking is what they do. They are hunters they Hunt.” “But, for us? If it’s still active it must be hunting someone else, you know how much energy it take the Machine to keep an Hutner active.” “The one at the River,” Ruin interrupts. “The Iceman, was it a hunter? Or a Shield protecting the Infrastructure?” “Qerachiel,” you say softly, turning back to the Ring. “It was summoned once it was clear we weren’t going to use the Infrastructure as intended. It must have been waiting just outside of reality incase it was needed. I think that suggests a guardian.” “Why wait? Why not be present to prevent a gently caress up from even getting started?” You shrug. “The Machine never makes sense. Maybe it had to do with the River.” Ruin nods. “The River destabilizes things. An Angel feeding off Essence for days, weeks, right there on the banks of the Mississippi, might cause some problems.” “Keep it close, but out of..whatever influence the River has.” “Okay, great,” Kind says. “So we might not actively being tracked down by a hunter. But how safe are we? How compromised are we?” “Anyone’s cover get compromised?” Tone asks. “Mine got dinged when I shifted, but..” The others shake their heads. “The storm might have helped with that,” You suggest. “Less visibility, even for the angel. It probably didn’t get a good look at us.” “I don't like that,” Kind says. “I don’t like not knowing. I’m not going to walk into my house and find a loving Loyalist holding my family hostage.” “I get that,” Ruin says. “We all do.” “No you don’t. No offense, you none of you have built a life into a Cover like I have.” “You weren’t complaining when you burned down a building earlier today,” you say. “gently caress you Ink,” Kind snaps. “That was a hosed up situation and I did everything I did to avoid anyone living long enough to ID me. And I didn’t let an angel get an eyeful.” 1 Do you mention the Superintendent? A Yes, she needs to know she might be compromised. B No, why..why would I make her more mad at us? “Quiet!” Ruin bellows, silencing both you and Kind after a moment. “I think it’s clear we’re all a little keyed up here. Now, it was a close call, we all know that. But I think we scraped by. No one felt anything iffy, and we don’t have an angel beating down our door. Still, to be safe, I think the Ring needs to go silent for awhile. As a group, we’re too hot. Even at Game Night. We need to hunker down for a bit.” “How long?” Tone asks. 2 How long until the Ring meets again? C Two weeks, Feb 23rd. D At least a full month, call it March 10th. E Wait until after Easter. Give us plenty of time. “Until then, we stick to our Covers, keep to the Moscow Rules,” Ruin says. “We pulled off a nice Aether heist, and we should enjoy that. So, job well done crew.” *** The Angry River You try to not sneak up on Moroni as he is unloading the Uhaul. He hears, or senses you coming and spins around, frantic for a moment. Once he sees it is you, he relaxes, momentarily. “How’s the new space?” you ask. “Empty,” Moroni says, looking at the building.  A turn of the century, intimidating beige brick building with the word “Telephone” carved into it, proudly displaying its previous life as a Telephone Company building, though you have so far been unable to discover which company. A switchback staircase leads people to the first floor of the building, and a smaller, much more unobtrusive staircase, leads to the basement. It is the basement that Moroni heads to. “Though it is nice having a new space, new start,” Moroni says. “It’s very fortuitous that the co-op decided to open a ceramic studio here. And they offered it to me for a steal.” “Maybe they heard about the fire,” you reply. “Felt bad.” “Maybe.” Moroni’s new studio is positively Spartan compared to his old one. The walls, ceiling, and floor are whitewashed and gleaming. A kiln, smaller than his previous one but looking more cutting-edge (if kilns have a cutting edge), squats in one corner. High lights give a 360 degree view of the street and alleys and let in a healthy amount of light. Moroni sits at a tall wood table, not as large or scarred as his previous one, but still impressive. You sit down across from him. “Maybe,” he repeats. “Still, far as I am concerned the new boss is the same as the old boss.” You choose your words carefully, “That would be a...gross misrepresentation.” “Explain why? I mean, I fell for your line at our little..chat...and I signed that paper. But, you and I both know I didn’t read it. So please, explain to me how, if literal monsters exist, how I didn’t just sign up with one.” You think about this for a moment, trying to decide how much he needs to know. “Aldo, you were a cog in a Machine, most people are either figuratively or literally. You were, and so was I. I did things, terrible things, without knowing fully what I was doing, who I was hurting. And then, she showed up.” “She?” “She goes by many names. Maybe you’ll know her as something else. She was a monster, she killed thousands, she was a bringer of dust and destruction. But she was a cog too. Just like you. She looked down and saw what she was doing to this world, to you people. She stood on a precipice..and fell. She would not serve, and she would not force others to serve either.” “And yet, she wants me to serve her.” “She wants you to be free Aldo. I have certain..abilities, but they are confined by rules. I wanted to help you, but I needed to bind you to her to do that.” “And what exactly does that mean? This death dealer, this dustbringer, what does something like that need from me?” “Why, to be yourself,” you smile. “She can heal your wounds, she can protect you from harm. She asks only that you be yourself, do what you want to do. Disconnect yourself from that Machine, and live your own life. And encourage others to live their too. Help others live by her only true rule.” “Which is?” “No Gods. No Masters.” 3. Our cult will worship our Demon self in some capacity. What should their name for "us" be? In other words, what do they call their god? By all means be as creative and esoteric as you want. If there isn’t a clear winner, I’ll choose from the options. *** IhateUptownIhateUptownIhateUptown This is your mantra as you get off the bus and stomp, as much as you can in heels , towards moto-i, the sake house. Though it is cold, admittedly not as cold as a few days ago, and not many people are on the street, you can feel them behind bar windows. Entitled 20 year-olds, insufferable 30 year-olds, and desperate 40 year-olds, all trying to be hip and important and relevant. You hate Uptown. You suspect Alex set your date here as a sort of punishment, even though you have read good reviews about this place. As you open the door to moto-i, you are surprised by the interior. Warm woods and creamy textiles lighted mostly by candles or dim lamps. It is mercifully not too busy, and-- You see Alex. She is standing at a table near the back and waving at you. Unlike your previous “date” at the Chatterbox, Alex is pulling out all the stops tonight. She looks glamorous in a simple sheath dress and her blonde hair pixied and styled up. You say as much when you get to your table. “Thanks,” she smirks. “I might look fancy, but I fully intend on getting trashy drunk on sake. Did you know they have sake flights here?” “No,” you smile, and it is a genuine one. “I’m gonna get sloppy drunk...” she sings while perusing the menu. “Then I’m gonna make out with you.” “Oh really?” you say, looking for the sake list. Christ how can there be so many flavors. “What makes you think I want to?” “Please,” Alex says rolling her eyes. “You’re an easy book to read Ms. Pillager. Besides, I figure I better get some when the getting’s good.” “Why is that?” “Because, I figure since I’m going to get into the weird stuff, with or without your help, we’re going to bicker a hell of a lot more.” “And I can’t talk you out of it?” “Imagine discovering you were asleep, dreaming a dream for your whole life, and how you start waking up. Mabin, are you going to go back to sleep? Are you going to ask me to go back asleep?” You are silent for a long time. Eventually you say; “So, sake flights huh?” Alex smiles, and her dimples almost make you faint. “Gonna get sloppy...” 4. Do you end up encouraging or discouraging Alex exploring weird stuff? F Encourage, in fact we mentor her! It’s the only way to make sure she is safe. G Encourage it, but we do not assist, she’ll have to stick around the edges. H Discourage it, we will not help and will probably send her false information to keep her out. I Discourage it. She needs to decide between looking into this world or staying with us. J Something else. *** NinjaPete fucked around with this message at 23:53 on Apr 3, 2018 |
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Not that race has anything to do with that, but Law students are almost painfully aware of looking as professional as possible at all times, something Tara with her limited funds, struggled with. “Can I help you?” “Already have,” you reply. “Tara right? Call me..Ms. Grey, for now. Please forgive the pseudonym. But surely you understand the power of names.” You take out the W-666 with Tara’s name on it and slide it under the table lamp to her. She looks at it and leans back, as if it were dangerous. “Where did you get that?” “I got it from a friend, who got it from your mutual friend at Williams Sonoma.” Tara lets out a long sigh and closes her eyes. “One hell of a summer job.” “Turned out alright for you though,” you say, indicating the library. “I hear you’re pulling straight A’s.” “That’s my work,” Tara says. “My effort. That..thing..doesn’t say anything about grades. I don’t need it that much.” “Oh, well,” you pick up the form. “Then it seems like you won’t mind if I just..” you move to rip it in half. Tara leans forward to snatch the Pact from your hands. She lets out a hiss as you pull it away. “Don’t!” she pleads. “Okay, then start taking this seriously,” you reply. “I wasn’t sent for shake down, I wasn’t sent to cause trouble. I’m just supposed to check up on you.” “Check up on me?” “On behalf of your new...supervisor.” “What..what does my "supervisor" ask? Mrs. Baum told me i might have to do..things. But, I’m so close here, I can’t risk getting locked out-” “Nothing illegal,” you raise a hand to placate her. “You would lose your value to her if you were brought to authorities attention.” “So, what does she want?” “We need help organizing. We need a plan for a new non-profit organization.” “What type of organization?” “A religious one. Maybe. Maybe political. We are hoping for a lot of community outreach for those who are mostly ignored. We need a leadership model, a way of diverting and allocating any funds, communications, marketing, political capital maybe, possibly housing and facilities.” “Wait wait wait..” Tara is writing all this down. “Okay. That’s a lot to ask for without a lot of information.” “You have time, we’re not wanting to be fully operational right away, we just need to be prepared should we grow as much as I am hoping.” “Okay, I can at least try to put together some sort of proposal for non-profit status. That's as much as I'll do without knowing more. Who is the nominal head, you?” “No,” you respond. “Then who is?” *** “Makwa!” you kneel and let the elkhound smash into you. He hits you full force and does a happy dog wiggle around you. You happily pet him for a good 30 seconds before you look up at his owner. Mrs. Gilchrist still looks at you with guarded eyes, but they seem a little less sharp and hostile than before. “I talked to Ruby,” She says by way of introduction. “Oh?” you ask, because you don’t know what else to say. Sandy Gilchrist looks down at her feet for a long time, finally she says, “I went to the boarding schools y’know. When I was a little girl. You hear stuff about them, I hear they talk about them in some schools these days. I...” her voice hitches. “I was always told not to talk about them, not to talk at all. It was hard there you know? They beat us yeah, starved us too. I used to speak my language instead of English when I got mad. I didn’t mean to..but..” she kneels down herself, sitting on one of the steps of the stairway. Makwa goes to her and licks her face. “They’d hit me so hard. So hard..they beat my language out of me. I..I can’t remember my name. My real name.” Sandy Gilchrist buries her face in Makwa’s fur for a moment. When she recovers she looks up at you with red eyes. “There was a girl there. I remember her name. Aniimiki. She fought those teachers. She was only eight but she fought them every day, like a wild cat. Then one day, after she fought them, they took her and she never came back. I don’t know what happened, you know. She maybe went home, but we never could go home. Maybe they kicked out out onto the street. Or maybe they hit her. So hard they killed her. Didn’t matter, she was just gone. But..they day she fought so hard they took her. She wasn’t fighting them because they hit her. She was fighting because they hit me.” Sandy sits quietly, petting Makwa and staring into the distance. “You’re bear clan, yeah?” Sandy asks you. “Protectors are good, protectors are needed. Even if they destroy themselves....I understand protectors. *** The Super is still at the California Building. You can see him with your Sight. He scuttles and talks to himself. When a Fire department official shows up, when the insurance man stops by, when the Bauer Bros trucks appeared to come and load up things, he puts on his human face and shows them around, but pointedly does not leave the building. You watch him for hours, but he does not speak to any one by himself. And he talks little of Father. *** Ruby stops by your room one night to chat. She is grateful that Gary and his crew is gone. But, she worries, they will be replaced. She wants to do something, not just for herself, but for others in the neighborhood. She wants to stop this cycle of predators and prey. The system is stacked though, and what can you do about it, beyond using your fists? You hold her for awhile, comforting the young woman. And then you tell her about this new organization you have heard about.. *** “You kicked the poo poo out of him?” Fleur Pillager says, her eyes widening. “Fleur!” Eliza says admonishingly. “Language!” “Oh, you old white people get too offended.” Eliza Sager is quite a bit older than Fleur, almost one hundred. Though you remember her as young nineteen year old who scandalized her parents by running off with an older man, and a roustabout raconteur to boot. But she was tough, when her husband went off to war, she didn’t run back home, but went to work in the city, making bombs and busting balls. “Nookomis, you do have a mouth. Didn’t you use to get kicked out of church for it?” “All the time,” Fleur says proudly. “That old priest didn’t dare beat me though, after I told him I’d use my indian magics to curse him. White people are terrified of curses.” “Probably didn’t think he’d woop you hard enough to make anything stick.” Eliza mutters. Fleur’s cackle in response makes Eliza’s sagging mouth twitch in a smile. She turns a cataracted eye towards you. “Mabin, dear, last we talked you said you were sad?” “You remember?” “I don’t forget much. If my Wilhelm was here he’d tell you I remembered every dumb thing he’d ever said.” “I believe it,” and you did. “I just was having a hard time letting go of something.” “Someone young as you shouldn’t worry about letting go.” “I’m older than you think, Mrs. Sager.” “Everyone is young to me. You still having a hard time letting go baby?” You shake your head after a moment. “No, I think I have something new to look forward to.” END PART ONE _____________________________________________________________________________ 5 Who is our cult leader? We need someone we are connected to. This means that technically should this person die and we don’t spend more XP to buy the merit again, we will lose our cult. K Tara - she is smart, savvy, and will keep her mouth shut. But she isn’t maybe as devoted to the cause, and unless you get her to make a new Pact, she’s gone in a year. L Moroni - he is a true believer and knows about the Machine to a degree. He will draw people and convert people. But he may also be unstable, and he has been touched by the machine once. M Ruby - We’ve not Pacted her, but she trusts us. Believes in us. But she is ignorant of the world around her. And who knows how she will act when the truth is revealed. 6 What is our cult? N DSA - We take over the Democratic Socialists of America Twin Cities chapter and make our move through there. O A fake community outreach thing. P Some vaguely Native-sounding spiritual thing. Q Demonic Socialist of America - Be honest. Everyone in the cult knows exactly why they are there. Whether or not they truly believe it... 7 How much of an impact to we have? R We talk only to the leader, who is not even aware of what we are. S The leader knows by now, or must suspect, we are not human. We’ve met some of the high-ranking members as Mabin. T The mysterious woman known as “Ms. Grey” has something to do with the cult, but only the inner circle talk to her. U Mabin is a frequent member, almost every one in the cult knows they can go to her. AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION TIME: We’re going to take a little bit of a break for a week or so, so I can prepare the next act. While that is happening, I plan to post a more mechanics-related post. We have points we need to spend. I’ll get into costs in that post, but you have a chance to earn some XP for us. Anyone posting a piece of short fiction as an “interlude” will gain us a Beat that we can later spend on stuff. This could be a scene, a poem, a drawing, whatever. Something orginal that helps build the world of this game. There are a few stipulations 1 Ink/Mabin can not be in the scene. She is our protagonist, and these scenes are a chance for other characters to shine. 2 There shouldn’t be any major plot-changing issues. So, no one on the Ring dies. (Though Close could for example), Alex doesn’t get assimilated, our new stockpile doesn’t fall into enemy hands. If you have a question if something is plot-changing or not, just ask her or on Discord. 3 This will be considered “canon”, so keep that in mind. Another post in a day or two breaking down our leveling up options and what our Interlock is. As a heads up: All voting is Approval Voting unless noted. CYOA Discord Server - If you have questions feel free to ask in the thread or here. Rules: From Kickstarter Preview Character Sheet World Map Dice Rolls Conspiracy/Plot Board Offical Playlist 
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1. A 2. E 3. Demonic Socialists of America 4. F 5. LM 6. NPQ 7. TU
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1.A 2. D 4. F - May as well. She seems drat determined to get in on the paranormal stuff, so at least this way, we know she isn't blindly fumbling in the dark and making things worse. Edit: 5. M 6. O 7. ST the_steve fucked around with this message at 00:32 on Apr 4, 2018 |
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A DE The Visitor (maybe try and spin it as vaguely alien?) F LM Q U Crazycryodude fucked around with this message at 18:01 on Apr 5, 2018 |
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1. A 2. DE 3. The Automaton. Since we're about freedom this seems pretty good. Also it's quite literally what we are now isn't it? 4. F. She's diving in anyway. 5. L. No brainer. The leader is always a bit unhinged in all the fun cults. 6. Alliance of Regicidal God Haters, or A.R.G.H. 7. STU
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