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 HP: 11/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 4/9 @Mitama: 2d6+2 = (1+4)+2 = 7 "Oh no. No, no, no." Seira runs over to Wei, checking if his suit's compromised. She gets a small battering of debris and stuff from the crumpling spaceship, but her PA manages to deflect most of the stray bits. "Wei!" She pushes her way through the sheer amount of force pulling her down, hoping to get close enough to reach him. She offers his hand to him, then tries to fling her whip around one of the ship's moving arms. If she can reel both of them out of this wreck, she will. She's not sure what to do with Bishop, though. That has to come second.
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 6/10 | Currently: Stylish, Regal Neon=Neon quickly scans upward and sights the incoming missile. Her reticle hovers over the head of the missile, but the increasing heat and Lian's mention of some sort of hidden weirdness held her hand. It would be easy enough to address each problem in turn, sure, but why should the best idol in space — possibly the only idol in space, but that was sophistry she had no time for — restrain herself like that? A feral grin comes over her face as a brilliant idea occurs to her. The reticle slips upward towards the missile's guiding fins and then — again with a mighty kick and an equally mightily disappointing lack of sound — a bullet punches through it. The missile begins to wobble and spin, eventually tumbling end over end, then erupts into a pillar of fire and twisted metal when it slams into the seam that Lian had pointed out. Neon=Neon quickly slings her rifle, scoops up Lian into a princess carry with a quick "Hang on tight~!", and then takes a loping gait towards the clearing explosion. Whatever the heck was in there would surely be both cool and awesome! Possibly blown apart, sure, but this wasn't the time to get bogged down with such minor concerns. This was exciting! quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 5:31 PM
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xrS5yb4zNk The Shell's holographic crown flickers and disappears as it tumbles off into space. The one hovering over the station itself still remains, however. Those inside can feel the station jerk as a missile jettisons from one of the racks and boosts towards the main satellite. Thankfully, Neon seems to be quite handy with her rifle and the missile is deflected down into the bottom section of the main satellite. Behold Basil's yelling and flailing is far too distracting to really notice anything on the way down, including the missile passing very close to her. The two are still on their way down to the satellite when a flash of light erupts below them and sends a large panel tumbling up in their direction. A big fairing piece (big and thin) is headed your way. What do you do? Neon Lian hugs Neon tight as they stride into the unexplored portion of the main satellite. It appears as if the seam was part of a very large fairing fitted over the bottom area; the four massive panels are sent tumbling into space, revealing something that looks like an oversized command module. The type designed for reentry, of course. The ablative heat shielding on the bottom looks to be untouched. Where the top would be is a large cylindrical void; it looks like most of the contents of the satellite can be loaded inside before jettisoning the capsule. Seira "Oy!" Wei answers back. His suit condition monitor shows no punctures and he seems fine other than being a bit concussed. The two are on their way up when the entire main satellite shudders and a large fairing piece comes tumbling their way... You also have a fairing panel headed your way. What do you do? Jet, you have some sort of autoinjector/drink straw port on your suit, as does everyone else.
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 6/10 | Currently: Stylish, Regal Neon=Neon toggles her comms, swapping to the team's channel, "Hey~! Lian and I found a reentry capsule on the satellite! If you all wrap it up quick, we can all squeeze in and use it to head back down! You're welcome~!☆" Not content to simply talk the talk, Neon helps Lian into the capsule and gets in herself. The exact launching mechanism doesn't immediately pop out at her, but that's okay. That's kind of a Behold problem anyways. As the two settle in, Neon=Neon swaps back to private comms and gently bops Lian on the shoulder, "Great work out there, Lian! We make an awesome team."
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"I'll stay in your room!" Lian blurts out. She clears her throat and rapidly changes subjects. "I, uh, should probably take some time to think about that. I mean, I can't just have your concert posters plastered up everywhere... I need to figure out my own style, which might take some time, and, uh... Maybe we should discuss this later, when we're not reentering the atmosphere." I'm back home. Any last words before moving on? Someone just go ahead and launch the capsule when you're ready.
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Credits https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HUE3-YiLUo0&t=32s the lyrics kick in Matthias throws dual shakas and pulls himself into the capsule. "Hells yeah!" It's a little less than comfortable inside the reentry vehicle, though the entire extended party still fits safely inside along with their loot. With the last hatch closed, operation is simple: someone (it was hard to tell who, with all the bodies in the way) simply hit the gigantic red button. The craft jolts as a set of boosters separate it from the main satellite. Those lucky enough to have their helmets pressed against the camera panels can see their former host structure start to glow as it's wreathed by orange plasma. Bits and pieces fall away from it as it begins to disintegrate. The ride down is bumpy and feels forever, but you're back in sunny blue surroundings within a few minutes. The chutes deploy. There's one last impact as the capsule hits the water. After a few seconds delay, the main hatch blows off to reveal open sea as far as the eye can see. The capsule suddenly falls into shade. Behind, a massive cargo vessel drifts right up next to you. On its bow are two bright white characters: 8V. From the top deck, someone leans over the side and waves. "Heeeeeeeeey~!" It's Natasha. "Hey ladies, you need a ride?" Shouts Cixi. "You look lost!" Post Credits https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yk4x7n8vqRI In the darkness stands a titan with countless eyes. A crown with four points sits upon its brow. code:End of session again! Mark your xp and come up with new bonds where needed. Additionally, there are a few new moves everyone can use: quote:Hacking quote:Request for Assistance (RFA) ------------------------------------------------------- Things were pleasant, peaceful, and sunny until the daily rain squall decided to blow over the island. The pounding of rain drops permeates through even the thickest structures. You've all had a few days to rest and decompress on the trip back to Pernabell Bay aboard You Won't Believe This Housewife's Top Ten Recipes for Avoiding World War and are now scattered about, tending to various matters. "Alright, so I need to apologize for not showering you guys in money and illicit good by now, but it's hard to hawk information when I don't know what I've got." Hibiki shuffles around in her fluffy blue bathrobe, not even caring enough to get dressed for the guests she has summoned to her library home. She's at least looking a lot better now that her new eyes are installed. "I don't really know how your other, uh, friends would take that news, so I'd appreciate it if you can let them know that the payment might be delayed. I guess everything on those drives are some sort of memory files, so I'll need access to a really shady AI or synth in order to look at them. I can't risk taking them to one of the corps, since they're all the normal buyers." She sighs. "Think you can help me out in looking for someone? I've got my hands full right now with some temporary artsy tourist attraction going in." What do you do?  The Arrowists have silently gathered outside their compund. Two metallic, coffin-like structures sit somberly on the concrete: the smaller housing the body of Bishop, the larger housing the artifact weapon Oxide. "Thank you." Herald of of All Souls' Prosperity shakes his head sadly. "I never would have asked you to undertake such risk bringing him back like this, but... We deeply appreciate it. Could... Could you open it, please? ... And before I forget..." Everyone receives a notification that a whole whopping 6 @DSH rep has been transferred to the Vulture Capitalists' account. What do you do?
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Jet, Behold, Zann, Seira The top comes off with a satisfying pop as Jet breaks the vacuum sealed container. "Oh, thanks for that!" Bishop calls out, much to everyone's surprise. Most of the Arrowists are left yelling. His features glow a soft blue, indicating his consciousness. "Sound wasn't carrying very well in that, and I'm a bit restrained, so - " "You're alive!" Seraph calls out, leaping on to Bishop and hugging him. Singer follows close suit. The other Arrowists still seem too shocked to say or do anything. That's weird. Neon, Sol Neon, Sol, and Hibiki can hear the brrrrr of a silent buzzing notification. "Yeah, I can help!" Lian peeks over the edge of one of Hibiki's high bookshelves, causing the robed idol to jump and draw a concealed blade. Lian clambers down rapidly and stands before Neon with her arms held high, obviously awaiting praise for her rapid arrival. "What the gently caress!" Hibiki cries in dismay. "Hey, who the gently caress is this? Security!"
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/5 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 0/11 | Currently: Stylish, Regal Neon=Neon thinks quickly. Okay, sure, Lian was probably stalking her to arrive that quickly. Probably not for the first time, nor for the last. Still... wasn't that perfectly convenient? The idol makes a pacifying gesture at Hibiki, "Whoah, whoah, hold that thought, 'Biki! This is Lian! She's going to look at the drives for you...?" To put action to words, Neon=Neon puts an arm around Lian and draws her into a side-hug. "She's just, y'know, super excited to get started~!" Privately, she sends a quick message to Lian. Probably better to get this sorted sooner than later. @lian posted:I love that hustle, but sometimes people can be kind of jumpy! If you want to come with next time, just ask, okay?
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At the Arrowist Collective Singer and Seraph quickly release the ratchet straps securing Bishop in place. He sits up. "It really is a miracle," he says. "How long was I out for? I wasn't restored?" He clambers awkwardly out of the box, cocking his head quizzically at Zann. "I... Don't really know how to explain it. Last I remember, I was..." He trails off. "I don't really remember that, either. I'd be happy to fill out some forms if it would help. I take it you're a soul technician?" Singer and Seraph continue to hang off of his arms while the remaining Arrowists swap concerned looks. "Perhaps you could come back later," Herald speaks up. "Zann, would it be possible for you to perform a complete checkup at a later time? I know it takes time to get the gear together for a - "  A deafening crash interrupts the leader of the Arrowists. The screeching of some awful beast follows shortly after. A large plume of dust rises over the compound, maybe only a block or two away. Last you remember, that area was just an empty grass field. Something's off about the mountains in the distance, though, as if someone had just hung up a sheet that looks like the normal scenery and pulled it down on one side... What do you do? Also don't forget Oxide's in the case. At Hibiki's Library  @neon posted:Okay. Sorry. Hibiki squints critically at Lian, who is now blushing furiously, and waves off the cybernetic troll charging into the area. She pulls one of the drives off the shelf and shoves it in the synth's hands. "You leak this and you're dead, got it?" "I-I'm not connected anymore so, I mean... G-got it," Lian says. She turns the drive over in her hands, immediately giving Hibiki and Neon a devastated look. The synth hands the drive back and wipes away a tear. That was certainly much faster than expected. She takes a moment to clear her throat. "That's... Why was that on a satellite? That's... That BTC project, right? Is this what everyone's fighting over? Why the big three broke up?" Lian looks alarmed at her own assessment. "That's four... That's why they told everyone not to gestalt four..." She shakes her head. "But what's the Dreaming Machine? How come BTC hasn't told anyone that they don't have control over their own surveillance satellites anymore? This is dangerous. Y-you have to go public with this!" "gently caress that! Hell no!" Hibiki gives Neon a wicked smile and laughs. "This is either gonna make us rich or dead, and I wouldn't have it any other way!" As if on cue, a terrible screeching sound pierces through the nearby window. A dust cloud rises from a distant open field towards the Arrowists' compound. The truck is down in the parking garage, though you can get a clean look/shot from the roof. In the time the others can make it there by foot, you could race the truck over to the fight. Or into the fight. Or into the thing causing trouble, really. Atlatl fucked around with this message at 15:52 on Jan 24, 2018 |
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◇◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 4/10 Adventurous (Offer me a high-risk, high-reward plan that I can't resist) | Compassionate (Give me a chance to put myself in a spot to help someone in need) "That's weird," Behold says. Behold doesn't have to fake her surprise. Though she's not nearly as surprised as the younger Arrowists. You see lots of weird poo poo as an adventurer. This counts, but it definitely isn't in like, the top ten. "Are you sure you're okay there, Bishop?" she adds. But, as often happens, her inquiry is interrupted by an explosion. Behold turns immediately towards it, shielding her eyes to try and get a better look. "Okay, that's weird. Orbital insertion maybe? I'm going to go take a look!" And she's off, before anyone can stop her. @Gorbash: 2d6-1 Discern Realities! = (6+4)-1 = 9 • What is about to happen? I managed to snag a bunch of XP! Three from end of session stuff, one from alignment, one from resolving my bond with Jet (she is the worst assistant). I leveled so I'm going to take the Construct Companion move. My construct is basically a Ghost from Destiny. I haven't named it yet, more info to come. For now she's living in my backpack.
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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 7/10 Graceless (include me in a beneficial social interaction I must spoil with blunt observation or crass behavior) | Impulsive (put me in a situation where refusing an immediate gain will pay off later) "oh thank the gods" Jet mutters under her breath, retrieving her blade from the umbrella stand (even she couldn't bully the Arrowists into letting her carry it at the funeral.) "Hey, wait up you dingus! You'll need backup if it's dangerous!" 6 on discern so, nothing additional! 2 xp from race/class, 3 from end of session.
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/4 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 0/11 | Currently: Stylish Curious (convince me to try something I probably shouldn’t) | Irresponsible (convince me to shirk my duty) Even Neon=Neon is a little taken aback at Hibiki's everything. Still, she smiles and nods and excitedly gesticulates like nothing is wrong, "Oh, yeah! Definitely nothing like an orbital death strike or two to liven things up." The explosion punctuates her comment perfectly and Neon's smile grows a little more forced. "Sounds like we should go take a look at that. C'mon!" Waving at her bodyguard and synthetic companion, she hustled down to the truck in the parking garage. It had, frankly, been far too long since she was given free reign to demonstrate her Shiheian drifting techniques. Nothing even blew up last time she drove! ...Nothing even blew up that she was personally responsible for last time she drove! If her mental math was right, and her foot heavy enough on the accelerator, she could get over to that explosion in no time flat!
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HP: 11/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 8/9 "Whip." Seira says, and her floating PA spits out the weapon for her to catch. "We'll take care of this, people." She says to the Arrowists, while following the others. "Do think about the amazing service our company has been providing thus far."
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"W-wait, you forgot about...!" Singer trails off as she realizes that the Vulture Capitalists are off to the fight. Behold gets the impression that something has come out of the jungle, perhaps one of the larger monsters on island. What would cause it to risk entering the city area is another question, however. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3SCUu1wfJQ THE SCENE OF THE CRIME The dust cloud has spread to the border of a field that once served as a stand-off area from the jungle, if memory serves correct. As the team charges towards the source, the color around them begins to desaturate; it's not a problem with anyone's eyes as far as diagnostics can tell, but rather that the color is being drained out of the area. Magical displays begin flickering, and Zann feels an unease that they haven't felt in a very long time: a stomachache. Wait, a stomachache? The engine of Neon's truck suddenly dies off and the electronic warning panel flashes something about loss of magical power to the spark plugs. Metallic debris and twisted I-beams are scattered about ground zero. Numerous bodies - some dismembered, others not - litter the ground, though their generic coveralls and the noticeable lack of blood seems to indicate that they may not have been alive in the first place. Perhaps they're workers of Zann's design. The stench of rotting flesh and decaying jungle detritus permeates the area as the prelude to a bulbous, colorful monster clambering out of a rubble pile. Its many flesh-colored limbs wave wildly, with portions of bodies held in each of its hands. Its movements are unnaturally jerky as it draws closer, as if it were in a state of barely-controlled seizure. It suddenly squares up against the team as if it were startled and hurls the body-parts at them, freeing its hands to grab weapons of opportunity: rebar, wrought iron pieces, and concrete chunks.  All communications have dropped, magical HUDs die off, and magical status indicators flicker out.
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HP: 16/16 | Armor: 2 | Damage: d8 | Charge: ◇◇◇ | Load: 9/10 | XP: 4/10 Adventurous (Offer me a high-risk, high-reward plan that I can't resist) | Compassionate (Give me a chance to put myself in a spot to help someone in need) "What the hell is that?" Behold stops short when she spots the thing, shocked at how horrifying it is. That, and because a lot of her gear is reacting to it, including her arms. They're sparking in a way they probably shouldn't. She grabs a tab on her armor to examine it. "Oh poo poo, a dampening field. What the hell is that thing?" @Gorbash: 2d6+2 Spout Lore = (1+1)+2 = 4
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HP: 18/18 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Poise: 2/4 | Load: 5/6 | XP: 0/11 | Currently: Stylish Curious (convince me to try something I probably shouldn’t) | Irresponsible (convince me to shirk my duty) Neon=Neon shoots a sour look at the console on the truck, stabbing accusingly at the engine warning to dismiss it, then says to Lian, "Well! Okay. Guess the truck isn't going much further. That's fine. Feel free to chill in here, okay~? I'll patch you into my optics again and we can roll like we did on the satellite. We make an unbeatable team!" Putting action to words, she flipped up and out the window and settled into a sniping position on the roof of the truck. The beefy scope of the BTC Ravager played over the horrifying undead monstrosity that seemed to be the source of any explosions that may have occurred. The target acquisition software did it's business, with a little helping hand from Lian, quickly identifying potential weakpoints and points of interest in the surrounding terrain. quote:SidekickBOT - Today at 11:39 AM
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While Behold is looking down at her arm, she fails to notice the slab of concrete debris being hurled at her. The impact sends her tumbling back into a pile of twisted rebar. Behold takes 6 damage before armor! Lian ignores Neon's advice and hops into the truck bed as well. She peeks timidly over the top of the crew cabin. "It's not just a damper; it's a magic absorber. It could heal if you hit it with spells," she notes. "You see where the cable-things connect to the body? They look soft. Maybe shoot at those. And the black and white color filter is from something else, though I don't really know why..."
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HP: 12/12 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d8 | Load: 4/7 | XP: 8/9 Chaotic (Allow me to break something that belongs to BTC, even if it puts us in peril) | Daredevil (Ask me to do something daring and acrobatic). "Dammit." Seira sees her PA glitch out and lose hover capability, so she catches it before it breaks on the floor. She can only watch as Behold eats a concrete slab and fall down. "Come on, get up." She heads up to her friend, avoiding chunks of debris, and pulls her her feet. "I have my whip, but I can't channel magic on it. I need an opening to hit those soft bits."
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HP: 26/26 | Armor: 1 | Damage: d10 | Load: 5/9 | XP: 7/10 Graceless (include me in a beneficial social interaction I must spoil with blunt observation or crass behavior) | Impulsive (put me in a situation where refusing an immediate gain will pay off later) "BEHOLD! poo poo!" Jet immediately revs up- and realizes half of her poo poo suddenly is just broke. "gently caress!" she shouts, smacking the side of her head like it'll reboot her dropdowns. "YOU WORTHLESS- AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH" Her sword still kicks into gear immediately- you never buy weapons that could be depowered or shut down through enemy action. Rule number 1 for survival. Shouting a wordless scream of pure sparking pissedness, Jet charges the creature and goes for a disabling stroke to the legs. KZA - Today at 7:10 AM /roll 2d6+2 #what are you waiting for?! SidekickBOT - Today at 7:10 AM @KZA: 2d6+2 what are you waiting for?! = (1+4)+2 = 7 KZA - Today at 7:10 AM /roll 2d6+2 #DUEL ONE! LET'S ROCK SidekickBOT - Today at 7:10 AM @KZA: 2d6+2 DUEL ONE! LET'S ROCK = (3+3)+2 = 8 KZA - Today at 7:10 AM /roll 1d10 SidekickBOT - Today at 7:10 AM @KZA: 1d10 = (6) = 6 7 damage, messy, forceful, any weak or foolish enemies nearby are taunted
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