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Rane Sardonyx, Mistress of Indietronica A Visitor in the Night It's just as ARTIF.EXE said: I was fending off an attack by the Greed when the Everlong came to tell me of the Siege. The Ten Pools are in danger of being overtaken by Modernrok, an enemy we have in common. I accepted, then contacted Grant to set up a convoy. I would need an escort there, of course, so we enlisted the Raiders to tag along in their shooting stars. Rane in the Rain Rain can go to hell. Despite its buildings bearing similarity to mine, I find no joy in it. The drugs here are all the wrong brand and my patience wears thin looking into the council chamber. Roots? Vines? And it reeks of soaked flannel and burnt pine, though the former may have come from my drenched flannel coat. To top it off, the humidity is ridiculous. I can feel my hair standing on end, and I put plenty of product in it already. At the very least, Arty is here to calm my nerves. If she's here, I can anticipate the war the Everlong foretold. "Hey Artifex. Sorry I skipped out on that ride; needed to pack my stuff first." Grant is waiting outside in the +, a vehicle containing everything I need to perform my empathetic works; six synthesizers, three drum machines, and two woofers on either end. It can transform into anything I need; car, boat, VTOL jet. It's very versatile. It also contains my luggage: three full changes of clothes, my make-up kit and a water pipe. quote:
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Rane ""Distasteful,' huh?" I step closer to ARTIF.EXE and pat her on the shoulder. "We'll go after the Queen, then." I rest my forehead on Art's head and whisper, "C'mon, it's alright. You don't gotta do anything you're not comfortable with." I look up to the remaining group. "You can go dig up the Box. We may be dividing, but we've proven our worth to our respective peoples. That said, if the Queen is lost in her hole of despair, or worse, fraternizing with Modernerok's generals, we had best prepare for pacification." I releases Art and take a step to the Vitalogue. "Where may the Queen be reached?" Double May Care fucked around with this message at 05:57 on Jul 15, 2014 |
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Rane "No need to arrange. Grant!" She shouts out the door, where a man in shades and flannel glances in and clicks something on a remote. Outside, the sound of a Mac booting up rocks the foliage, followed by an engine revving. "The Cross will take us there, ladies." She preps Peridot under her arm as she swaggers outside. Grant bows and presents her with shotgun.
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Rane Grant finds a parking space back up the road while the group disembarks. Sophia running off to socialize makes Rane want to vomit. Instead, she turns to one of the local memorials for any sign of the Queen's touch. Overcome with Notice: (Krysmbot) RatherPhony, --//+4 = 2 Y'know, KINDA.
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Rane "Oh gods!" Rane reels back from the refuse and quickly cracks open a can of PBR. She wafts it into her nose as she examines the glass case. "How *cough* touching," she recites, before noticing the tracks. She sighs, takes a preparatory sip of Pabst, and heads down the trail.
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Rane Picking up a denim sample and rubbing it for consistency makes clear the worst has happened. "Posers." Rane tosses ARTIF.EXE a cautionary PBR. "Stay frosty. Sounds like we're headed for some serious poo poo."
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Rane A faint orange glow fades from Rane as her shield dissipates. "Remind me to hook you up with some subs once we're done here." She plants her PBR on Peridot's built-in cupholder and puts her weapon's air hose in the corner of her mouth. Her dimples tighten up as she begins supplying air to the turbine. She begins keying her melody, then flicks the sequencer, hits a few vocal samples and lets it run. She nods her head to the beast, growing red in the face. Creating an advantage, Mind, Melting, with Synthesize. <Krysmbot> RWT, /+//+5 = 6 Opting to skip Rane's next action (thanks to Burning Hearts) to add another free tag to the aspect. Go nuts, Arty.
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Rane She quickly pops the intake hose out before taking in a breath. "...It really wasn't though," Rane admits. Sure, they could have been killed by a roided-up lunkhead, but they could have dragged it out a little if it meant preserving the state of things. Hindsight's always 20/20. "Y'know, instead of mourning they could be rallying together. I mean, look at this mess. If only someone knew the real cause of this destruction... Right, ARTIF.exe?" Rane kicks a stray can of Bud and downs the last of her PBR. "loving posers."
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Rane "Well, I was thinking of blaming the rock-head for exploding, but hey, if you're sorry for letting the beat drop, that's your prerogative." Grant pulls up in the +, now having found ,a parking spot close by. He takes a look around, picks up a shred of denim and points at it. "Yo, did a poser do this?" Rane replies, "Totally." "Da-amn." "Should've seen him while he was still solid."
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Rane FP: 5 > 4 "Sure, I'd love to keep talking at the epicenter of a nuclear drop while the locals stare at us." Rane climbs up on the perch of the + (her main battle station) and tunes up her machines. "Grant, gimme the sheets for one of the Wishkah's greats." "Roger dodger, Mistress." Grant does a quick search on his phone and sends some music to Rane's on-board screen. "Perf." She starts up in sampling everything she can as Grant starts doing a circle of the Utairou. It sounds something like this. Using Synthesize to overcome the nastiness in the locals' hearts. <Krysmbot> RWT_Gone, -/+-+5 = 4 Invoking her Synth aspect, Fineshrine, to make 6. Double May Care fucked around with this message at 21:04 on Aug 14, 2014 |
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Rane She dismounts the + and approaches the hazard cautiously, mic stand in hand. "Sickening." The only word she thought of at the time. She slowly extends the mic stand to scoop up one of the shards. "Grant, get the decontamination unit." "But Mistress, that's only f--" "Now, Foster!" "...Yes, Mistress." He steps out of the car, heads around to the trunk and picks up an empty glass box with a white vacuum-locked lid, which comes open with a twist and a *pfft*. Rane tweaks the mic stand around until she scoops up some of the vile liquid on the shard of glass, then gingerly turns the stand around to drop into the decon box. "Careful now. It's poisonous." "No poo poo, Mistress."
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