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Massri scowls at Sonoda, and is clearly about to respond angrily, by Barboza puts a hand on her shoulder. "That's understood. Remember that it's our people already lost out here, though." Massri shrugs off Barboza's hand and crosses her arm. "I'll check the site records when the power comes back up." You hear Trinh banging around in the garage, then a hum as the power suit starts up - then immediately turns off, followed by a volley of profanity. Seems like he'll be a bit still. Malcolm radios that he's patching a cable into the dome's transmitter on the outside to boost the crawlers signal, so you won't have to rely on the dome's systems for comms back to base. Reception is still terrible because of the storm though. Sonoda and Boost head upstairs. The music is a bit louder here, coming out of the third room in, which has an open door. It's marked as Munro's. The room is messy, bed unmade, laundry piled on the floor, and smart-posters cover the walls. They come in two varities - Martian music, and Martian politics. The music switches to the next track . A cursory check reveals the following. Kenyon's room is also a mess, though at lest the clothes are put away. The work station is on and the space on side of the room filled with floating displays - unfortunately none of it related to this site, it's all notes from students on Earth working on a site in the Arabian Desert. The door to Hoare's room is locked. Proskuriakova keeps her room well organized, everything put away, but it isn't as cold as that might imply - about 90% of the walls and ceiling is painted in bright colors, a stylized landscape from somewhere on Earth. Gerhard's room is clean for a different reason - two full duffel bags sit on the bed, apparently recently packed. Finally, Papineau's room is more cluttered then messy, with lots of personal items and gear scattered on her desk, and a second table shoved in. That table has a collection of sculpting tools, apparently Papineau liked to carve figurines out of Martian rocks. They're in a neo-primitive style that was popular a decade ago. She isn't half bad. The control room is cramped, with only enough room for one person to sit on a stool that's been knocked over. A couple of access panels are open, and there's a thick bundle of disconnected cables hanging out of one, and a box with a collection of drives stacked neatly inside of it. The cables are supposed to connect the local systems to the transmitter. It doesn't look like they were ripped out - someone sat here and disconnected them properly, and even has them zip tied up out of the way. The thumb-sized storage drives came out of the backup array for the network. All the primary drives for the control room and presumably the workstations are still in place. She can get everything turned back on without replacing either the cables or the drives. As far as she can tell, there's no other damage. There is, however, some sort of sticky substance on the floor that's a bit worrying until she spots the coffee cup in the corner by the door. Kona and Cyrus move over to the lab. The door sticks a bit, but a good shove pushes it open. Everything in here is red. The emergency lights feebly cast a crimson light, covered in a thin crust of the same substance that coats every other surface. It's thicker in some places than others, but its everywhere. The lab is a wreck. A cabinet rack is halfcollapsed, leaning precariously against a wall, it's contents strew out over the floor. The workstation is trashed, its flatscreen cracked and the emitters for the displays shattered. It's like something exploded. The place smells - it's not blood. Both cyborg and doctor are more than familiar enough with the substance to be certain of that in moments. It's a smell of mold and iron.
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Cyrus FP: 4 "Because they brought it in." Cyrus snarls and turns back to the main hall. This mystery just got that much more complicated. "Everyone! We have a Class C fungal outbreak in the lab! Keep your respirators on and your hands off the mold!" Assuming we start a brainstorm now, I'm compelling Recently Downsized Arcanobiologist to get involved because figuring things out about unknown living things is my job. Or at least, it is now.
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Sam Having given up on making any progress with Trinh's frame, the Mayor wanders through the common area with an eye to the daily life details: melting ice cream. Fridge half open. Abandoned cards. Dented locker. He flags down Massri once his respirator is on- Class C probably doesn't mean 'totally fine'. "Doctor Massri, you've been on plenty of extended stay field sites. I'd appreciate your insight here." He points to the ice cream like a smoking gun. "Now, if it were me out here, i'd try to keep morale and discipline up by keeping things clean and tidy when I wasn't using them. Is it normal for professional scientists like your people to leave things in disarray like this before going down for a scheduled visit to the dig site? Does this look like a normal living space to you, or has stress been high?" It would be one thing if the team had abruptly left the hab without planning in the middle of downtime. But there was also the possibility of something more slow-burning, the kind of thing that makes less experienced scientists- the agoraphobe? the rookie?- want to get out. Or at least punch a locker in anger. Kellsterik fucked around with this message at 01:29 on Aug 4, 2014 |
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Massri tries to look around Sam, clearly wanting to get to the lab, but she answers. "Morale - look, it's like a dorm. People live here. It's going to get a bit messy and cluttered and beat up. Hell, last Martian site I worked at, some of the students got so bored during a storm that they started jousting with motorized carts. Another one someone dropped a pot and bent the door on the oven so badly it wouldn't close." "But leaving food out like that," she points at the ice cream, "or leaving lockers open, that's weird. And the door was welded shut something bad happened here." Through the irritation in her voice, Sam can hear real fear for the well-being of her people. Barboza leans up against the wall next to the stairwell leading down to the dig site. She looks bored, but she didn't pick that spot by accident. A brainstorm was suggested in the OOC thread. I'm game if you lot are!
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Ponponkona Kona picks up on the lab network, and begins the process of breaking in. "Admin? Nope. Guest? Nope. Password? Nope..." Krysmbot KZA, /-/-+2 = 0 Systems. Next attempt will be at +3, but that one is a wash. Let's brainstorm!
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Brainstorm time! Everyone who wants in should compel an aspect and take an FP, then roll a skill you feel is appropriate to help solve the mystery here. Science or Occult skills are naturals, but things like Notice or Contacts might help as well. Best roll that beats at least a +3 gets to establish a fact.
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Cyrus FP: 4->5 You know, Cyrus was hoping he could keep his gloves off for this mission. But no, he had to run into a full-on Class C event. It is his job to run into those, though, so he might as well get used to it. Really, field identification is a relatively simple process. Step one, collect a sample of the material. A few grams of mold are scraped into a sample tube and promptly sealed. Step two, draw a basic ritual circle. There's more than enough room in the garage for one, so Cyrus spends a minute scrawling on the ground with chalk. Step three, well, perform the ritual. That's where things could get a bit hard... Like I said before, compelling Recently Downsized Arcanobiologist to enter the brainstorm. As for my roll, I'll use Occult as Analytic Divination to figure something out about this mold. Analytic Divination: 4dF+2 1 Could invoke to tie, but someone else will probably roll better than that.
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Sonoda Sonoda frowns at the locked door and scratches her head. It all makes a sort of sense, of sorts, like a jigsaw puzzle with the edges assembled. The ice cream and the music and the tidied computer and even the welded airlock. She just doesn't know how they all connect just yet. But there's something that doesn't fit in, and it's driving her nuts, because it's distracting her from the bigger pattern. What is wrong with this goddamn door? She tilts her head and actually looks at it. "Oh, that's what. It's locked." Everyone else's is open, why not Hoare's? "Guys, I'm going to make a bit of noise, don't mind me," she shouts downstairs to make sure no-one freaks out, and presses her fist against the lock. "Ascalon, let's go easy on this." 「Ram Knuckle」 Crimson magical circles form around her arm, align with the tiniest turn, and with a red flash the door sort of crunches inward. Ascalon had to be fitted with power limiters when they left the JSDF. Times like these, those were kind of handy. Sonoda spent years living like this, so I'm going to compel A Magical Girl Veteran And So On. Rolling Notice to go through this mess: = 17:34:43 < Siivola> .dice 4df+4 = 17:34:44 < skybot> Siivola: 5 (4df+4=+, 0, +, -)
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Ponponkona Taking one on Savior Machine Kona probes the wifi again. "P4ssw0rd. Seriously?" The interface splays out in front of her. "Experimental log, experimental log... There." She frowns. "I have no idea what half these words mean. Calling up internal dictionary... Oh, mycoid means fungus-like. I thought it had something to do with electricity..." Systems skybot KPrime: 6 (4df+3=0, +, +, +)
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Sam Massri's evident concern makes an impact on the Mayor. He's never met the science team here, but they're Martians, aren't they? Challenging the frontier like this is what the Red Planet Spirit is all about, and they as people- citizens- deserve support. While the others investigate the hab directly, he draws out his tablet and replays young Gerhard's distress call to himself in the kitchen, frowning pensively. Compelling Don't gently caress With This Refugee Advocate, and rolling Notice: -2, oh boy, my first critfail in FATE!
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The door deforms under Sonoda's magical battering ram, then falls inwards. She can step over it pretty easily. There's a faint smell of ozone in the room, a familiar scent to a magical girl. It only takes her a second to spot the summoning grid, a small desktop affair made with a laser pointer and prisms. It's hooked into Hoare's desktop terminal. The chair in front of the desk is knocked over the floor, and the wardrobe is pulled open, its contents dumped out onto the floor. The bed clothes too, and the mattress looks like someone took a knife to it. Drawers are pulled out and dumped onto the floor. Sonoda's seen the like before - someone tossed the room. Looking for something, and not caring about whether anyone knew they had afterwards. That summoning grid isn't big enough to pull through anything physical. Hoare was a ritual magician. Probably calling upon a virtual manifestation of a outsider to help automate some process. It's a lot faster than programming something, and a lot cheaper than carting around an AI. But if it's been left open and running, unattended, something could have slipped through... A reality Boost discovers as she starts to put the systems back in order. The virtual displays pop on unexpectedly, and a baleful glowing violet eye peers at her from out of the system. It suddenly jerks out of view, leaving static and cascades of nonsensical errors in its wake. pre:[ERROR] connection interrupted by rhesus monkey [WARN] you are imaginary [ERROR] someone has stolen your trees [ADVISE] a team of highly trained wombats has been dispatched to your location [WARN] your spoon is too big [ERROR] no error detected [ERROR] there was an error displaying the previous error loving daemons. Brainstorm: The 6 has it. KPrime, give us a fact, and then round 2! Ridley opted out of the Brainstorm so Boost has a contest to get the systems back on line. The open gate in Hoare's room let a digital monster slip in and now it's trying to munch on the local network while Boost is turning it back on. It's not actually dangerous physically, but it could erase critical data and will keep you from using the local systems unless she stops it. Worse case scenario, it jumps some firewalls and infects your gear. Best to keep your guard up. Contest Daemon: Boost:
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Ponponkona "Uuuuh... team?" Ponponkona calls up the file system. "So um, there's this file in the deleted folders... it says they were 'experimenting with mycoid specimens' and that then the experiments were suddenly canceled. But this other log shows they were still using the specimens as of uh... 2 days ago. Do you any of you know why they'd be doing that? Or how it would lead to this... gross stuff?" Do Not Taunt Happy Fungi KPrime, -//-+4 = 2 notice aw geeze :| K Prime fucked around with this message at 21:07 on Aug 16, 2014 |
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Boost Right. Let the rest of the team stumble around blindly looking for clues as to what happened here. As for me, dear viewers, I'll go straight to the source. Getting all the systems back up and running here should be pretty drat simple, just a matter of poo poo gently caress drat. "Well, I know why they disassembled the drat computer system," I mutter in irritation. Too bad for them they unleashed this thing. Too bad for it, I'm better than it is. There's a pretty straightforward way to deal with a threat like this. First, you keep your cool. I slip my headphones on, and turn the volume to max. Cool: check. Second, you isolate the little fucker, to contain the damage to noncritical sectors. Oh yeah, I can do that. The rhythm of the music keeps me focused and gets me into the groove - you know me, dear viewers, you've seen me work, you know I can do this. I can do this. [02:01] <Morphball>: Ridley: to isolate and contain: 3 = 4dF(+,x,x,-)+3
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Sonoda "...Huh. Hey Boost, someone's left a digital summoning-" She can't finish the sentence before she hears a surprised poo poo gently caress drat from the other room. "Oh, you noticed, cool." She taps the terminal's keyboard to wake it up and pulls the chair up. What was Hoare working on? With a smell like this, even an absent-minded professor would not forget a summoning grid open, would they? No, he probably got interrupted by something and never had the time to come back to close the grid. 11:23:21 <+Morphball> Siivola: Whatever SCIENCE Hoare was doing: 4 = 4dF(x,x,x,+)+3 I'm two short of a success.  Hey Gorby, get back to me on what Hoare was working on and I'll see if I can come up with an aspect to invoke for a tie.
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Cyrus FP: 5 "Plenty of reasons, Kona. More reasons than you'd ever know..." Cyrus stares down at the small vial of fungus in his hand. Is this mold really that important? Important enough to defy their orders? Important enough to leave the base? There are questions here. Questions that strike entirely too close to home. His divinations sure aren't giving him any insights... "Ah, it doesn't matter. We need to focus on the whats, not the whys." Cyrus gives the sample vial a jaunty little flip in the air before pocketing it and returning to the main dome. After all, there's far too much to find in here before he can waste time moping. Maybe the lockers will have something to find... Rolling with Notice to search the unlocked lockers: Notice: 4dF+4 4 I don't have any really relevant aspects and I don't know of any appropriate scene aspects, so I guess I'm just kind of stuck.
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Boost's quarantine comes down like a steel wall, trapping the daemon inside the sector dedicated to external atmospheric readings. They can get those from the crawler. It slams against the containment with malformed viral code, but can't break through, and she can see the digital noose tightening around it. Even contained the visualization refuses to give her a complete picture of the thing. Which is weird, because the only way that could happen would be- Suddenly it disappears, erupting again out of another subsystem, tunneling back through some imaginary computational dimension. She can't see the whole thing because it's not a whole - its one entity spread out in disconnected and discordant parts. How annoying. Sorry about the double post, somehow I lost the contest portion of the prior one. Daemon loses this round. [19:37] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, /-+-+3 = 2 It goes on the attack, and uses a stunt to reroll after taking a loss... Not that it helps any. I invoke its Out of the Darknet aspect to bump it to 4. [19:39] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, -/-++3 = 2 Contest Daemon: 0 Boost: 1
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Check in - Kellsterik are you still with us? And does Sonoda want to invoke to get that tie? I am moving to the next round of the brainstorm tomorrow regardless so we can move on.
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The team's investigations turn up nothing of particular interest in the next few minutes. Ponponkona doesn't want to touch anything in the fungi colonized lab, but even her enhanced vision reveals nothing else particularly out of the ordinary. Cyrus checks the lockers - they're all locked, besides Papineau's. He can force them if he wants, though once Boost gets the system back up he won't need to. Without anything to compare it to, he can't really tell what if anything is missing from Papineau's locker, though it definitely looks like something was taken, as it is mostly empty. With the terminal cleaned out, Sonoda won't be able to check Hoare's notes until and unless they find backups. Meanwhile, Sam and Trinh get the suit to turn on, but it throws up a bunch of errors on the HUD. With a groan, Trinh pulls out his tablet and hooks in. "Maybe if I put it back to factory settings and then load a firmware upgrade..." Next round of the brainstorm. Difficulty is still a 6. You need at least one more victory to name the hypothesis aspect! If you don't make it, then I get to create an aspect. Brainstorm Victories: 2
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Ponponkona "Fungus, fungus... what could a fungus have to do with this?" Ponponkona activates her rarely-used cybernetic scanning AR Vision. She doesn't like using it because it gives her a headache and makes everything look really gold-colored for hours afterward, but it finds things that eyes cannot. She paces the corridors restlessly, looking for something, anything to stick out. KPrime, //+/+4 = 5. If no one else gets it, I'll invoke on my concept to hit the goal.
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Boost's hope seems in vain. The daemon is slippery, constantly flipping from one sector to another seemingly at random. And worse, she soon realizes its growing. If she doesn't deal with it soon, it's going to trash the whole system. KPrime, go ahead and invoke and get us a fact. That will provide enough victories for a hypothesis with one free invoke. Rather than doing that last roll, let's move it along and you guys can come up with a hypothesis among yourselves. I'll be posting more often now that my work issue is wrapped up. Contest Daemon: 2 Boost: 1 A counter. [21:04] <+Morphball> Ridley: 2 = 4dF(-,x,x,x)+3 It wins this round as well. [21:07] <+Morphball> Gorbash: 5 = 4dF(+,+,+,-)+3
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Sam The Mayor suddenly pokes his head into the room as Boost rhythmically counter-hacks. "I just wanted to tell you good luck. We're all counting on you." He nods firmly and closes the door again. Creating an advantage for Boost with Rapport:: 4dF+5 3, Words of Encouragement with one free invoke! Kellsterik fucked around with this message at 21:56 on Sep 1, 2014 |
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Ponponkona FP:4->3 "Um...." Kona looks at the vent shafts, now glowing a soft purple in her vision. "Why are all the vent filters missing? Um... yeah. All of the vent filters are missing. That um, isn't right. Right?" Filtered Out the Evidence
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Boost This thing is getting me mad. Just as I'm about to lose my temper, the big man's encouragement arrives. I'd be madder if he wasn't such a drat nice guy. But he's counting on me. They all are. Get it together, Boost! [22:56] <Morphball>: Ridley: Boost is cutting this drat thing off and locking it in a box.: 3 = 4dF(+,-,x,x)+3 [22:56] <Ridley>: NOW going to apply the +2
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With Sam's encouragement bolstering her resolve, Boost redoubles her efforts. She harries the daemon from directory to directory, and slowly isolates it. As the struggle continues, she realizes that the daemon's strength is also its weakness. It's all a matter of timing. And this time she gets it right. With the daemon again seemingly locked down in one subsystem, she immediately hard-cycles the whole thing. It's just in time to catch it halfway through transition through imaginary space, and when the terminal comes back up it's a simple matter of cleaning up now inert pieces of it. The lights flicker, then come back on, as does the local net and other systems and appliances. Somewhere below, there's a distant boom, as of a heavy object falling, and the dome shudders slightly. The daemon bombed this roll. That's a SWS, netting two victories and giving Boost the three needed for the win. [10:30] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, /---+3 = 0 To get things moving again, I'm going to ask KPrime to just name the hypothesis aspect given the facts Filtered Out the Evidence and Do Not Taunt Happy Fungi.
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Her scans find an incredible amount of interference - some kind of electromagnetic field? Despite the static, she pinpoints the power source. As expected, the glowing eye in the head! Before she can advantage though, the thing attacks. It's fast. Even faster than she is. It charges her, slashing high and low with its glowing blades, leaving a trail of afterimages as they cleave the air. A sliver of the counter beside the door is sheared off, the impossibly thin slice glowing white-blue for a brief moment. In the common area, the three small drones squeeze closer together, the spines on their backs brightening further as they twist into a strange three-pointed cluster. Then they begin to strobe with brilliant flashes, an intensely disorienting effect. In the stop-motion of the shadow and flare, the other blade-armed thing leaps on Sam, trying to stab him with both blades at once. Above, the flyer twirls and scans the area. As Boost and Mariko try to react, it emits another unearthly scream. Hands pressed against ears do not soften it - it's inside their heads, scattering thoughts and shattering the continuity of consciousness. Brief moments of severe disassociation - that leg, it's not your leg, it's some alien thing - fade as soon as awareness touches them, but the mental assault is brutal and direct. While the two struggle to regain their senses, tiny beams of light shoot out in a hemisphere around it, somehow expanding once they are a few meters away to create a translucent shell of light, sealing off the upper level from the lower. Map | Aspect Tracker | Nonlocality Tracker Well that's different. Ponponkona places her aspect and gets two invokes on it due to SWS. [20:26] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, +---+2 = 0 The one in from of Ponponkona attacks her! If it hits, W:2. [20:21] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, -+//+5 = 5 The cluster of smaller things create the advantage Flare with two invokes in the Common Ara. [20:25] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, +-+/+4 = 5 Then Sam gets attacked by the other big one. If it hits, W:2. [20:25] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, -//++5 = 5 Up in the second story, the flyer makes a mental attack. It splits it to +3 each vs Boost and Mariko. If it hits, W:2. [20:28] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, ///++5 = 6 It also creates the advantage Light Barrier with one invoke on the Upper Level. If anyone tries to enter or leave that zone, it will invoke to create an Obstacle at +4 against movement that will have to be overcome. Baddies pass to Sam!
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Sam The Mayor's eyes go wide, but his in-charge demeanor doesn't break just yet. "Save your questions until the end, folks," he declares, stowing his glasses in a practiced motion. "Let's take care of business first." He takes a breath, starts to center himself, and then those strobes start blaring. He goes cross-eyed for a second, stumbling out of his practiced pose right as the one with blades for arms leaps at him! Defending with Combat 20:55 Kellsterik !r fudge+4 20:55 Krysmbot Kellsterik, /+--+4 = 3 I'll spend an FP to invoke Closeted Superweapon for +2, making it a tie. Ducking and wheeling out of the way just in time, Sam slams a meaty palm against the floor to steady himself, and everything that's not tied down quakes for a second. His para-psychic talent had pulled him to the ground faster than reflexes would allow, but he couldn't summon the fine control he needed with those alien flares going off in the common room. Can't let the beast run wild at a time like this- can't risk losing control this deep in unknown territory. But maybe I can let it poke its head out a little... Crouched on the floor, the Mayor suddenly leaps all the way up to his feet, makes fruitless eye contact with the sword-armed horror's central orb and barks "Let's GO!" as he crashes back down to the ground, gravikinetic-fist first! Using my Shockwave Punch to do a ranged Combat attack against the sword-arm! 21:18 Kellsterik !r fudge+4 21:18 Krysmbot Kellsterik, ++-++4 = 6 I'll spend another FP, invoking Don't gently caress With This Refugee Advocate- Sam's got his dander up, now. +8 total. You're up, Boost!
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Boost Seriously. No sooner have I deleted the cyber-demon than an actual loving weird thing shows up looking like it wants to ruin my day. Seriously. I just really do not want to be hit by whatever the hell it is it's doing right now. Good thing I already have my beats going. Maybe if I get some dance on it'll confuse this thing's targeting? [22:14] <Morphball>: Ridley: athletics to stay the hell out of this thing's way, maybe confuse it with some rapid movements: 5 = 4dF(+,-,+,x)+4 Using a Fate Point to activate Theme Music and invoking the boost for a +4 to Athletics, for 9 total. [22:31] <Morphball>: Ridley: confusin' dance moves: 6 = 4dF(+,x,-,+)+5 +2 for a boost, so 8 total. That thing is Confused by Boost's moves. MollyMetroid fucked around with this message at 03:32 on Sep 22, 2014 |
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Sonoda Defending with Will: 09:49:38 < skybot> Siivola: 4 (4df+4=+, -, 0, 0) The psychic scream washes over Sonoda's mind, sweeping out thoughts of the slashed diary and the mystery at hand. She falls as her knees buckle - are they even her knees? She doesn't mind, she sticks to what's important: The alien creature in front of her, and the alien intelligence in her heart. At her command, Ascalon assumes physical form, and her magical staff appears in her hand. A dark shape leaps past the creature - that's Boost, don't hit her - and the dumb thing turns to follow it. Perfect. A spear of golden energy manifests in front of her. 「Photon Lancer」 "Take this!" 10:17:49 < Siivola> Attacking with Combat! Invoking Confused! 10:18:01 < Siivola> !r 4df+5 10:18:02 < Krysmbot> Siivola, ++/++5 = 8 10:18:11 < Siivola> Boom. Edit: Passing the initiative to the Ginsu monster. Siivola fucked around with this message at 18:43 on Sep 22, 2014 |
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A powerful beam erupts from the staff, slamming into the flyer as it tries to keep Boost in its sights. The energy illuminates the things forcefield, which flares briefly before collapsing. It dives for the floor, taking only minor damage. Its wings flare again, and a doubly thick shell of energy encloses it. Sam's power fist attack slams into the distorting light surrounding his foe. The shield flickers and dies, shoving it back. It arrests its motion with its blade-arms, leaving fading lines in the floor. Then it leaps back at him, arms slashing almost too fast to see. Meanwhile, its twin renews its assault on Ponponkona. But in both cases it's merely a distraction - to get Sam to turn his back on the trio of smaller things, and to lock the cyborg warrior's blade down so she can't defend properly. The small squad opens fire with a flurry of glowing blue disks, like shurikens that can cut through steel. Map | Aspect Tracker | Nonlocality Tracker Here we go! The flyer rolled a 4 on its defense vs Mariko's magical laser, and invoked its Forcefield to reduce the net to 2 (OX). The one fighting Sam takes a hit, and invokes its Forcefield to reduce the net to 2 (OXO). [17:07] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, +/--+5 = 4 Trying to create an advantage on Sam - Close Shave. [16:39] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, +-+-+5 = 5 The other bladed one tries to create an advantage on Ponponkona - Blade Lock. [16:39] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, +-+-+5 = 5 The squad of little guys open fire! They have a stunt that lets them attack Sam and Ponponkona with a +4 each. If it hits, I will spend a Fate point so you cannot mark off stress to absorb the damage. If the advantages get created, on Kona, it will be invoked to get around her normal bulletproof. In Sam's case, it will be invoked for the usual +2. [16:39] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, /-+/+4 = 4 The flyer brings its shields back up and reinforces them. [16:40] <Krysmbot> Gorbash, ++//+4 = 6 Passing to Sam! As a note its a new round, so Sam can pass to any other PC.
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Sam The horror from the deep wasn't pushed back for long- hardly long enough for the Mayor to get his bearings before it was rushing at him again! <Kellsterik> !r fudge+4 <Krysmbot> Kellsterik, -/-++4 = 3 Close Shave succeeds! It was all he could do just to dodge out of the way, quickstepping back as one blade swiped at his legs a second before the other nicked his glasses. The flyers at his back were the last thing on his mind until that awful resonant hum started up and the air got hot and blue. <Kellsterik> !r fudge+4 <Krysmbot> Kellsterik, +-/-+4 = 3 <Kellsterik> aah I'll spend an FP to invoke "100 Pushups, Every Day!" and make that 5. Taking a mild consequence, Deep Blue Sear Turns out rolling with the punches is one thing, rolling with the eldritch blue disks while also avoiding decapitation is a little trickier. If it hadn't been for his Shockwave Punch on blade-arms again to avoid hand-to-hand, if it helps any. <Kellsterik> !r fudge+4 <Krysmbot> Kellsterik, -/--+4 = 1 Passing to Mariko
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Sonoda "Oh, you're just going to push more power into it? Fucker." She stands up, dusts herself off and adjusts her glasses. "Change of plans, Ascalon." 「Yes, master!」 Concentric magic circles manifest under the grounded alien horror as she begins to recite a spell: "I call on you, Phobos, you who delight in blood, and Deimos, you who delight in terror. Cut the wings from this foul Erinys, bind this Fury in shadows and toss it back to the Night!" 「Black Chains」 Those wings are totally a weak point! Trying to Create an Advantage (hopefully on an existing aspect) by binding them with Lunar Magic: 14:22:35 < Siivola> !r fudge+3 14:22:36 < Krysmbot> Siivola, /++++3 = 6 Boost's turn. If the roll's a success, I'm handing the free invocation to her as well. Siivola fucked around with this message at 12:30 on Sep 27, 2014 |
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