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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 50/50 DEF: 2 AMR: 3 Lojak looked down, his thoughts interrupted by what appeared to be a small hume, "Then don't wassste your time apologizing, boy!" His volume may have been a little loud--a bad habit, but the kid was just the sort to bring it out, mouth saying one thing actions another. Looking back up, he continued to enter the establishment, focusing on or, as it might appear, glaring at the cooks. While what they were flinging about was not what he'd been searching for it'd be bad form to ignore them entirely. After a few exaggerated sniffs he finished his approach and remarked, "Mighty fine assshes, those. Where'd you get them?" Hiding bits of grenade ash in with bomb ash would be a decent smuggling strategy, among others. What the cooks were using was clean, obviously, as well as what they had back in their storerooms, probably, but they had to have bought it from somewhere; if they procured it from your average market street vendor speaking to them would serve little purpose beyond exploring on his own, but perhaps if they knew of or even purchased through other channels they could point him in a different direction. Any lead would help. Trade secretsss be damned. pre:Bangaa Defender
Name: Lojak ("Jack")
Sign: Libra
Hair: None
Skin: Green
Eye: Brown
Health: 60 Endurance: 50 Defense: 2(4 Barrier) (3 Armor)
Abilities: 25
Ability: Level: Notes:
Armored 3 -
Attack 2 -
Barrier 4(2) Defender Job
Combat Expert 2 -
Heightened Sense 3 Bangaa sense of smell
Intimidating 2 -
Iron-Willed 3 -
Knowledge 2(1) Can fly airships
Life Support 2 -
Strong 2 -
Tough 2 +20 Health
Vigorous 1 +10 Endurance
Weaknesses: -20
Weakness: Level: Notes:
Awkward Size -1 Very Tall
Bizarre Appearance -1 Scarred and missing an eye
Code of Conduct -2 Never lies
Endurance Use -2 Iron-Willed, 10 endurance cost
Focus -2 Barrier requires his greatsword
Hatred -3 Zombie Powder, while not without proper uses, is hated entirely
Impaired Sense -1 Sight, he's missing an eye
Rude -3 Part of his honesty, he speaks his mind and it's usually crass
Unlucky -2 He curses the heavens and they've responded in kind
Vulnerability -1 Electricity
Wanted -2 Zombie Dance, want him gone
Command: Roll: DX: Cost: Notes:
Fight 4 5 - -
Defend
Barrier 4 - - Magical Barrier from Sword
Defend Combo 4 6 10 Effective, Barrier Buster
Drop Weapon 6 5 20 Accuratex2, Disarming
Tremor 4 5 5 Impairing, Reach, Recoil
Mow Down 4 6 15 Area Effect, Effective
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 50/50 DEF: 2 AMR: 3 "I am," he stared down at the Gria, correcting her with a growl, before turning his attention back to the Viera, "But not here. Here," he began to ignore her for the cook, "I just want foodsss. And talk of foodsss, to help find the trouble I want. Call me 'Jack' if you need a name from your customersss." An eye for business, that cook. He really wouldn't have bought anything if she hadn't pressed him--hopefully she'd throw him a bone. As for the Viera, he didn't have the patience or care to make nice with her and her familiar brand of hypocrisy; 'are you looking for trouble?' is something said only by those looking to start it, an amusing brand of hypocrisy he himself employed.
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Jan 7, 2015 03:43
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 30/50 DEF: 2 AMR: 3 "Grawh," Lojak growled after regaining his footing from the charge. If a Judge was around and wanting the beast's rider to come peacefully, he'd do his best to ease the process, "I don't think this one will listen so easily!" That much was obvious, as it'd take a rare sort to give up without a fight after ramming a behemoth and other monsterly sorts through an eatery, with little visible purpose. While the two Viera had the beast's attention, Lojak decided to focus on its rider. Or, more specifically, its rider's flail--with a mighty swing of his Greatsword he sought to disarm the wool-clad stranger. Part of him wanted to cut the man in half and be done with it, for having the gall to charge monsters through town, but he'd long since learned to keep that part quiet when answers were on the line. Whether he'd get answers related to his own troubles or other troubles, all that mattered is that he got them--even if the dead could be made to speak, he'd want none of it. Drop Weapon! 18! Forgoing damage to guarantee the disarming and activation of a weakness or flaw if it hits. Well, I guess more accurately I should just say I don't want to kill the guy? If doing damage can just be declared as non-fatal then I'll take my chances on not doing enough to activate the disarming. Decus fucked around with this message at 06:00 on Jan 10, 2015 |
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Jan 10, 2015 05:51
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 30/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 8 AMR: 3 Lojak growled in discontent as he thrust his greatsword up into nothing, summoning a magical pall down around him. "You can't have everybody running," he spat back at the young star knight before looking upon the Behemoth, "But surely a man sitting atop a King wouldn't run either." With an attack like that, if everybody the boy wanted to leave the blast zone left the beasts would leave as well! Somebody had to keep them there and to his eye he was the only sensible choice. Just using a pre-emptive barrier to double its strength for as long as Lojak doesn't take another action. I'm unclear on how that would interact with a protect action, but as I understand it you declare those after seeing somebody botch their defense roll and they use up next round's action?
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Jan 14, 2015 01:13
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Lojak HP: 50/60 END: 16/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Lojak redirected at least some of his barrier to stop the panther's teeth from sinking in too deep before he shook it off, but damned if it didn't hurt. More importantly, he moved in for retribution alongside the Star Knight's shooting star strike, recalling his barrier and bringing his sword down on the panther responsible for his newest scar. Nodding at the boy, he calmly remarked on the others, sinking back into a slower speech pattern, "This lot sure can fight, yourssself included." Things were winding down and with any luck the Judge was in good enough shape to haul the rider in alive. Basic attack on the panther that dug into his arm 8, DX 5. He used endurance to buy off some of the damage from its attack.
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Jan 20, 2015 01:20
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Lojak HP: 50/60 END: 16/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Lojak let loose a string of garbled swears when that blasted behemoth ruined what could've been a strong source of information. Quick to make the most of it, he initially ignored the viera in favor of looting through the fallen beast tamer's corpse for whatever leads he could obtain, but perked up the moment she mentioned her intentions for the lot of them, "Interesting, and right and good indeed. You can call me 'Jack'." Perhaps both she and the one she mentioned would be able to help out in both this case and point him toward future ones. Not done talking, he stood up to face the others, opening up the tamer's satchel and taking another whiff, just to be sure, "An odd courier, to ride in on a behemoth. Or perhaps not a courier at all." Merchant, customer, courier. For all the tales he was willing to let a dead man tell without profaning its existence, he couldn't yet see the right of this one. Left it open, in case it's a different powder again.
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Jan 24, 2015 03:41
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Lojak HP: 50/60 END: 16/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Lojak's face contorted into a violent scowl. What had previously been a sense of disappointment, perhaps regret, concerning the tamer's death warped into satisfaction--he'd died before he could use or peddle the most-foul product he'd been carrying around. The viera was well-informed, indeed, and the star knight continued to seem well-intentioned enough even if his actions continually failed to match. Still angry, imagining what disaster could have fallen, he practically shouted "If you want further proof, boy, this here is zombie powder! Nasty stuff, surely obtained from one of those 'petty thieves and highwaymen' as you so called them. If only they were merely that, these jagd-dwellers!" His grip on the bag tightened, as if to crush it as illogical and downright impossible an endeavor as that would be. Turn it over to the judge? No, that wouldn't do. He'd see its contents destroyed in their entire or not rest easy, the urgency of finding the bomb powder put aside. I imagine he'd know of/have some way of destroying or at least ruining the zombie powder on-hand. Just don't know what that would be.
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Jan 25, 2015 23:22
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Lojak HP: 50/60 END: 16/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Before lift-off Lojak destroyed the cursed powder back in town, quelling his rage and allowing him to acknowledge the bigger picture again. Finding that powder was problematic to be sure, but even more problematic would be a larger organization, like the knights clandestine, carrying it around so freely. There was one more thing as well, now that he'd been calmed and had a judge's ear--he made sure to inform her about the rumored grenade ash shipment he had been attempting to track. He'd use what time he estimated as 'enough' tracking it down himself, before the ship was likely to just leave without him, but felt confident that the judge could handle the situation or at least get somebody else to do so in her absence. It's not like he needed to spend much time gathering supplies if they'd have a chef aboard, even if they were to enter an area short on water. At the Airship It was a fine ship--he could only imagine the sort of payload it was packing, if even the key was fashioned after a gun. Jagd-dwellers fought dirty, so to fight them you either had to have a superior sense of awareness with a ship to make it worthwhile or a lack of honor such that you had no shame in using their own unconventionally under-handed tactics against them. Armed with only jagd-tech himself, he'd been forced to adopt the latter strategy in the past. Preferring not to think of such a past, Lojak ignored the history talk, walking right past it to check out the inside of the ship. If her captain was one of those Zodiac, it didn't mean much to him--the Zodiacs of then were not necessarily the Zodiacs of the now--but he'd like a clearer picture of where they'd all be heading in the present and the ship they'd be using to get there.
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Lojak HP: 50/60 END: 16/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Lojak's first thought was that it was too open, too exposed. His familiar jagd-made ships of old preferred a more closed off design to their helms, designs that offered only narrow, slit-like views of the world outside. While logically he knew that the more open design of the Highwind, one which afforded an all-encompassing view of the area outside the helm, could be just as safe and secure as what he was used to, whether through magic or engineering, it still felt more 'naked'. "I used to pilot an airship," he laughed, not at all concerned by her protractor jabs, which he casually brushed aside, "Let me see them." Using airship knowledge to see if the nature of these particular charts are familiar to his past, roughshod experiences: 6. He'd offer to help with what he recognized/felt confident in, but maybe the ship uses an entirely different energy source than what he's used to and that requires even more charts to consider a safe route!
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Jan 28, 2015 05:57
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Lojak HP: 50/60 END: 16/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 "Bah, the entire story's likely a cover for something!" Lojak exclaimed, "That's the way of thingsss. Make people afraid, get them to do or not do what you want. Or use the fear to distract them, stop them from seriously looking into all sssorts of troublesss." "'The witch's curse did it!' or 'We did it because of the witch!'" he suddenly shouted before finishing with a laugh, "Such nonsenssse."
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 50/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Lojak's first thought upon hearing of the lingering corruption was piss. Or more specifically, where the hell were the sick pissing? Corrupt piss. Hate to think of something like that, but would hate to step in it even more. Probably wasn't really corrupt anyway, not that he knew anything about snake corruption. "Ssure," he smiled at the sick, "as long as there's going to be another one of that cook's delicious mealss at the end of it, I'll ssmash some constructss." Not that he really thought that was all that'd be in the way, but no use in voicing such thoughts in front of a bunch of sick folk and a giant viera eager for adventure. "But what don't the elders approve of?" he addressed the magus, no longer smiling. Something didn't feel quite right. Perhaps it was just the 'coincidence'? He didn't like coincidences, not in his line of work.
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 50/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Lojak scratched at his mouth, trying to take everything in before turning to face the magus again, "Sssounds good then, but you'll have to explain this river and purification business in a bit more detail--I'm ssure we can handle wrecking the magick thingss, but I'd hate to damage thiss 'heart' instead of heal it." As long as the girl was telling them the truth the elders didn't seem to have any concerns about her plans there at least--and it wasn't like he cared about some magic statues--but at the same time he also wasn't one to blindly trust purification agents. There was something else as well, "And it'd be good of you to prepare something to replace what we destroy with hassste--warm bodiesss if you can't rebuild in time. Leaving a 'heart' open sssounds bad. It is bad, right?" Maybe it wasn't. After all, the river'd been afflicted just fine without access to its heart. But then again, why build guardians if it wasn't worth guarding. Bah, he just didn't know and that was the problem--can't do a good job on limited information. He noticed Cid's charts as well, but addressing those could wait until they were on the ship--the pilot didn't seem ready to just toss them or anything.
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 45/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 Bah! The cannons were helpful enough for everybody not him, but he wished Cid had used its grapple system instead--when he was poking around the ship he'd noticed a rather versatile firing system capable of shooting off rope with all manner of hooked or magnetic attachments. It was unloaded last he saw and perhaps it wasn't fully online yet anyway, but if it were it'd help with restraining the beast. Not that it was designed for that, but hey! He'd never really known what it was designed for. Extraction? Landing? He could consider it later, after the Behemoth wasn't so close. Taking out his greatsword, he struck the earth in front of him, sending out a tremor at the Behemoth. The force of the tremor sends Lojak himself reeling, but that was known--ideally it'd do worse to the Behemoth or perhaps the rather crumbly ruins would do the work for him. "I'll ssslow it down!" Lojak used Tremor (Impairing, Reach, Recoil) 4 without causing damage, so the impairment succeeds as long as the attack hits. Because of recoil, Lojak has the stunned complication. Even if it misses, behemoth must choose between either a -1 attack or -1 defense penalty against Lojak because of reach.
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 45/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 "Damned ruinssss!" Lojak cursed after being tossed around so much that he no longer knew up from down. It was nice that the cook was able to make use of his momentum to propel him further forward--a clever bit, that--but apparently the ruins preferred thwarting such plans. Blasted helm refused to co-operate too, forcing him to blindly reach out and claw into what was hopefully a nearby, not-at-all-crumbly wall, to help halt or entirely stop his descent into who knew what. Used strong since that's apparently what you use for climbing/gripping on to stuff. Got a 10.
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 25/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 With the beast distracted, Lojak decided to try to do something about that horn. He didn't know why they couldn't let it reach the water--the cook probably knew, seemed to like beasties, especially tasty ones--but all the same he didn't see much of a way to stop it from doing so outside of attempting to remove it entirely. So, he did his best to wade through the water and slash through at least one of the horns, prepared to catch it before it hit the water should he succeed. Part of him was already cursing in advance if the cook just wanted the horns for some meal or another and water would ruin the flavor, "Thisss better be worth it!" Lojak used Drop Weapon to disarm the behemoth of one of its horns (accuratex2, disarming) 6. Forgoing damage to ensure successful disarming if it hits.
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 25/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 The horn flew out of his reach, but at least the gria girl caught it before it hit the water--he'd have to ask the cook about that later, but at the moment things were really heating up. "Just like a King to be a sssore lossser," he admired their work for a moment as he pondered what to do next. Could he cut it up some more to stop whatever that was in the sky from falling? Probably not, if the others who seemed to know more about the beast were turning tail--he didn't take them for cowards. Still, maybe he could survive the attack? Then he could catch up to the others at a more, uh, leisurely pace. Though with his luck, the thing would just bypass all of his barriers and take him out instantly. "drat it all, I hate running!" he cursed as he reluctantly began to trail behind the group as best he could. Running away (no abilities, 2d6) 5
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 25/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 "Godsss drat it all!" Lojak let out a stream of curses as he struggled to wiggle out of the gap he found himself stuck in, before deciding that to wiggle further would only serve to tempt the gods further. Still, if he was perfectly stuck without even having to hold on, due to his armor and general girth, he could use at least one hand to pull the horn free and chuck it up to his companions, probably the gria-girl too if she couldn't just fly out anyway. Letting out a deep sigh, he continued to hope the horn was worth something to somebody given all the trouble it's caused. "Sssomebody catch," he called up as he grabbed hold of the horn wedged in the wall and gave it his best pull before launching it upward, possibly still with the girl attached, "Ssshould be lesss weight to pull up now!" Using strong to toss the horn, and aubrey if she's still holding on, up first so the others only need to pull his weighty self up 12. Hopefully the walls don't hate having that horn pulled out from between them.
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Lojak HP: 60/60 END: 25/50 DEF: 2 BAR: 4 AMR: 3 "Following the water soundss fine, but where the hell are the statuesss?" he recalls the magical constructs Millicent had mentioned before they set out. Were they not supposed to be guarding the heart? "If you can talk to mushroomsss, maybe they'd know? If somebody broke them before usss?" If the girl hadn't warped out he could've asked her if funguar were always allowed near the heart like that, but being honest, "I'd rather break thingsss than smelly plantsss." It was half-warning, half-wish.
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