[x] Elder Haman
For the time being, this plan is necessary for ICness.
For the time being, this plan is necessary for ICness.
Meguca Micro Empire Quest (PMMM)
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Because having a higher expected casualty rate is IC?
I suppose I could switch Mami with a Vet to reduce the potential casualty rate. That would reduce our diplomacy chance to 70% but it's true that a hunting accident is more dangerous.
In fact we could probably drop 2 vets if we include Mami, and either scout another area or get that translator job.
@Crow - @Carinthium - Is that alright by you?
I don't want to change my plan without your permission since you guys voted for my plan already.
In fact we could probably drop 2 vets if we include Mami, and either scout another area or get that translator job.
@Crow - @Carinthium - Is that alright by you?
I don't want to change my plan without your permission since you guys voted for my plan already.
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Switching back to an abstain- I'd need more time to think, and we already have a tie-breaker.
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Cake Cak-
whu what, uh sure, as long as we the plan is not reckless ya got my approval.
Kauro is the one who seems to be our lead huntress.
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
"Proving your mettl-"
Uh, you meant name name! hahaha i tought you meant something like a title...... when writing if i get a good title it inspires me and shapes the content.....
Kaoru Gima?
Well, the plot used to be 'someone stumbles across a kid dying in an alleyway' but I do like Crow's idea too. Maybe I shall write both, bank one for the future. Granted I have time to write today. *_*
Well, the plot used to be 'someone stumbles across a kid dying in an alleyway' but I do like Crow's idea too. Maybe I shall write both, bank one for the future. Granted I have time to write today. *_*
Okay, changed plan to 5 Vets and 1 Mami hunting, that's a little low on the grief cube harvest, but I guess we can make it up later when it's less risky. Put extra vet on scouting so we have additional expansion options next turn.
Open to getting translator job instead if Crow or @Carinthium prefers that.
Crow
Falling is a Pleasure. Regardless of its Fate
Hm, we do need the money for the house.... eh i think we should go for translator?
Apologies to add a "Queue", per se, but if it's alright with you FixerUpper I'd like you to write out Taya and Mami's reactions at some point to the letter. I'm also going to start trying to try and figure out how to write out the original writer of the letter as a character.
I still don't get why you think we need to keep pack hunting training. Even if we drop it, demon strengths are low enough that we're still at 0% casualties while pack hunting next turn as long as we harvest 30ish cubes per turn. It only takes 2 turns of not using it to fully pay off.
Also, don't forget that we do take a morale penalty for having a low grief cube stockpile. Our previous turn mentioned that our stockpile being slightly low made our morale take a very slight hit. Admittedly our plans are awfully close in cube count, we're both cutting the line very closely, but yours is a little worse than mine in that regard.
Also, don't forget that we do take a morale penalty for having a low grief cube stockpile. Our previous turn mentioned that our stockpile being slightly low made our morale take a very slight hit. Admittedly our plans are awfully close in cube count, we're both cutting the line very closely, but yours is a little worse than mine in that regard.
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Okay, I'm convinced.
[x] notgreat
[x] notgreat
Omake: Proving your Mettle
Prove your Mettle, Shinobu! [1/2]
Shinobu breathed in, then out.
Slow exhalations, like she'd been taught, so long ago. It didn't help as much as she'd have hoped.
Demons came in all shapes and sizes. The only constant was the miasma, and the danger. She could feel the miasma now, feel fritter on the edge of what she had come to think of as her magical senses. It rasped and grated like hot sandpaper. She trembled. It was so different fighting alone. She'd almost forgotten. It'd been - what - almost a year?
Desperation could lend a girl strength, make her surpass her limits. She was soft now. Soft, and scared.
Shinobu gulped, squeezing the wooden bokken she held tightly in both hands. A small tanuki doll dangled from the hilt. After a moment of ragged breathing she took a step forward - then stopped to fiddle with the shield strapped to her forearm. The breaths were coming faster now, out of her control.
Was she spiraling? Was that all it took? Just the thought of fighting a demon alone?
She still remembered Keiko's death, her head simply flying off her shoulders. Easy as that. Wasn't there an English poem to that effect? Alice... snicker snack.
"Snicker snack," she whispered. "Snicker snack, snicker snack, snicker snack-"
Faster, faster, faster - her heart thundering, her lungs wheezing, the panic welling up inside her like a balloon about to burst.
"You can do this," she whispered to herself. She tried to remember her first aikido competition. She'd been seven, she'd been scared. Then a voice, weirdly like Mami's; a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to do this," it had said. "Not if you don't want to."
"I do," she had said.
Then she'd stepped onto the tatami mats and all that stopped mattering.
She took a step forward. The long skirt she wore, shaped like a stylized aikido uniform, followed with her.
Then another, then another, then she was nothing but a blur, leaping from shadow to shadow, her bokken held loosely in one hand, her expression like a knife.
Two steps into the miasma. Three steps. Five. Fifteen. Partway through it felt like a needle being jabbed through her ear, except everywhere.
Then she was through.
The demon was shaped like a fiery eye, surrounded by wings made of paper. It was huge, cumbersome, nearly the size of a van as far as she could tell. It turned towards her slowly, the central eye slowly turning bright as the noonday sun. Shinobu didn't pause for thought, simply slid through her own shadow, emerging from a crack between two nearby buildings, started counting.
One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three-
A lance of light that left spots dancing behind her eyes slammed into the ground, melting it like wax.
"Kaori, Yuna, I'll need you to-" she began to say, then cut herself off.
She was on her own.
A wooden sword and teleportation, against a foe that could fly and snipe from afar. The odds were stacked distinctly against her.
It was weak though. Much weaker than they had been a few months back, when even Mami had been hard pressed to deal with their sudden ferocity. She'd been glad to learn that Mami had figured out the solution to that particular riddle. Anyway, it was weak: she'd counted three breaths to charge up before it could fire. Even Yuma could dodge something like that, to say nothing of Akeno or a teleporter like herself.
It could be trying to fool her though. Make her believe there was a pattern before trying something tricky. She'd have to be on guard for that, it'd happened before. Sometimes they grew strong, sometimes they grew smart, sometimes they were both.
She smiled a thin, razor blade smile, mostly just her lips pressed together until they looked bloodless.
She gripped her bokken. It began to glow. Fitfully at first, then with a soft green light outlining the edge of the blade.
She took a stance, sliding the blade into the belt around her waist; one hand on the grip, the other one curled above it, but not touching. This was dangerous. She couldn't teleport her attacks and herself at the same time. It was one or the other.
She also needed time to charge up. They were suited to each other, as opponents, in many ways. The fingers of her right hand rose and fell along the haft of her weapon in sequence.
Then she walked into the street and into the line of fire. The demon turned to stare at her again.
She didn't say anything. Just waited. One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three, four-two-
She broke to the left, leaping nearly fifteen feet, landing in a neat roll. Behind her, she could smell burnt asphalt, ozone. Wasn't real though: when the demon was gone, it'd be as if they never fought.
Her fingers continued to rise and fall.
The demon followed, bobbing in the air. She needed a shadow to work with. Underneath its wings? Tricky. No, she wanted a real surface to work with, from which to launch the attack. That meant getting it close to a building. She'd have to maneuver it there.
One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three, fou-
She dodged again. It drifted lazily closer.
Again. Again. Again, dodging death by inches. Then it was there, exactly where she wanted.
"Ha!" she said explosively, flicking her bokken out with incredible speed. Halfway through the motion it shimmered, enveloped by a green, glittering mist, and disappeared.
A dark wooden blade, the color of old oak, exploded out of the side of a building. It was as big as a bus, sheared the demon in half and punched through the wall of the building adjacent.
"Yes!" Shinobu said, exultant. The blade disappeared, returning to its hilt. She ran forward into the wreckage, looking for the - ah! grief cube.
She dusted herself off. "I guess that wasn't so b-"
Then she staggered. Puzzled, she looked down. Crimson had begun to stain the white of her uniform. A sharp spike, the color of rust, was sticking out of her stomach. She prodded it uncertainly.
"What-" she said, then coughed. Blood poured out of her mouth, dark as night, dripping all over her uniform.
The spike left her body with a wet squelch.
Her knees buckled and she nearly hit the ground. Looking weakly over her shoulder, she shivered. A demon, shaped like a rusty toy knight, stood there silently, its visor leaking tendrils of thin black smoke. In one hand it held a lance, the other a shield. Then it turned away.
Shinobu fell, her bokken disappearing into motes of light.
[link to part 2]
Shinobu breathed in, then out.
Slow exhalations, like she'd been taught, so long ago. It didn't help as much as she'd have hoped.
Demons came in all shapes and sizes. The only constant was the miasma, and the danger. She could feel the miasma now, feel fritter on the edge of what she had come to think of as her magical senses. It rasped and grated like hot sandpaper. She trembled. It was so different fighting alone. She'd almost forgotten. It'd been - what - almost a year?
Desperation could lend a girl strength, make her surpass her limits. She was soft now. Soft, and scared.
Shinobu gulped, squeezing the wooden bokken she held tightly in both hands. A small tanuki doll dangled from the hilt. After a moment of ragged breathing she took a step forward - then stopped to fiddle with the shield strapped to her forearm. The breaths were coming faster now, out of her control.
Was she spiraling? Was that all it took? Just the thought of fighting a demon alone?
She still remembered Keiko's death, her head simply flying off her shoulders. Easy as that. Wasn't there an English poem to that effect? Alice... snicker snack.
"Snicker snack," she whispered. "Snicker snack, snicker snack, snicker snack-"
Faster, faster, faster - her heart thundering, her lungs wheezing, the panic welling up inside her like a balloon about to burst.
"You can do this," she whispered to herself. She tried to remember her first aikido competition. She'd been seven, she'd been scared. Then a voice, weirdly like Mami's; a hand on her shoulder.
"You don't have to do this," it had said. "Not if you don't want to."
"I do," she had said.
Then she'd stepped onto the tatami mats and all that stopped mattering.
She took a step forward. The long skirt she wore, shaped like a stylized aikido uniform, followed with her.
Then another, then another, then she was nothing but a blur, leaping from shadow to shadow, her bokken held loosely in one hand, her expression like a knife.
Two steps into the miasma. Three steps. Five. Fifteen. Partway through it felt like a needle being jabbed through her ear, except everywhere.
Then she was through.
The demon was shaped like a fiery eye, surrounded by wings made of paper. It was huge, cumbersome, nearly the size of a van as far as she could tell. It turned towards her slowly, the central eye slowly turning bright as the noonday sun. Shinobu didn't pause for thought, simply slid through her own shadow, emerging from a crack between two nearby buildings, started counting.
One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three-
A lance of light that left spots dancing behind her eyes slammed into the ground, melting it like wax.
"Kaori, Yuna, I'll need you to-" she began to say, then cut herself off.
She was on her own.
A wooden sword and teleportation, against a foe that could fly and snipe from afar. The odds were stacked distinctly against her.
It was weak though. Much weaker than they had been a few months back, when even Mami had been hard pressed to deal with their sudden ferocity. She'd been glad to learn that Mami had figured out the solution to that particular riddle. Anyway, it was weak: she'd counted three breaths to charge up before it could fire. Even Yuma could dodge something like that, to say nothing of Akeno or a teleporter like herself.
It could be trying to fool her though. Make her believe there was a pattern before trying something tricky. She'd have to be on guard for that, it'd happened before. Sometimes they grew strong, sometimes they grew smart, sometimes they were both.
She smiled a thin, razor blade smile, mostly just her lips pressed together until they looked bloodless.
She gripped her bokken. It began to glow. Fitfully at first, then with a soft green light outlining the edge of the blade.
She took a stance, sliding the blade into the belt around her waist; one hand on the grip, the other one curled above it, but not touching. This was dangerous. She couldn't teleport her attacks and herself at the same time. It was one or the other.
She also needed time to charge up. They were suited to each other, as opponents, in many ways. The fingers of her right hand rose and fell along the haft of her weapon in sequence.
Then she walked into the street and into the line of fire. The demon turned to stare at her again.
She didn't say anything. Just waited. One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three, four-two-
She broke to the left, leaping nearly fifteen feet, landing in a neat roll. Behind her, she could smell burnt asphalt, ozone. Wasn't real though: when the demon was gone, it'd be as if they never fought.
Her fingers continued to rise and fall.
The demon followed, bobbing in the air. She needed a shadow to work with. Underneath its wings? Tricky. No, she wanted a real surface to work with, from which to launch the attack. That meant getting it close to a building. She'd have to maneuver it there.
One-two-three, two-two-three, three-two-three, fou-
She dodged again. It drifted lazily closer.
Again. Again. Again, dodging death by inches. Then it was there, exactly where she wanted.
"Ha!" she said explosively, flicking her bokken out with incredible speed. Halfway through the motion it shimmered, enveloped by a green, glittering mist, and disappeared.
A dark wooden blade, the color of old oak, exploded out of the side of a building. It was as big as a bus, sheared the demon in half and punched through the wall of the building adjacent.
"Yes!" Shinobu said, exultant. The blade disappeared, returning to its hilt. She ran forward into the wreckage, looking for the - ah! grief cube.
She dusted herself off. "I guess that wasn't so b-"
Then she staggered. Puzzled, she looked down. Crimson had begun to stain the white of her uniform. A sharp spike, the color of rust, was sticking out of her stomach. She prodded it uncertainly.
"What-" she said, then coughed. Blood poured out of her mouth, dark as night, dripping all over her uniform.
The spike left her body with a wet squelch.
Her knees buckled and she nearly hit the ground. Looking weakly over her shoulder, she shivered. A demon, shaped like a rusty toy knight, stood there silently, its visor leaking tendrils of thin black smoke. In one hand it held a lance, the other a shield. Then it turned away.
Shinobu fell, her bokken disappearing into motes of light.
[link to part 2]
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Another question to ask our GM- so far, how many of the recent Omakes are Canon?
If I am not mistaken, This puts the vote back at a tie?.
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[x] Elder Haman
So much for staying out of it.
Group cohesion is almost certainly a factor in pack hunting- early on the QM mentioned the possibility of girls not getting along and how it could be an issue.
Also, I trust Elder Haman's math more than Notgreats. nothing personal, but Elder Haman has credentials here.
we're definitely going to need to do something about the GC shortage soon though.
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[x] Elder Haman
So much for staying out of it.
Group cohesion is almost certainly a factor in pack hunting- early on the QM mentioned the possibility of girls not getting along and how it could be an issue.
Also, I trust Elder Haman's math more than Notgreats. nothing personal, but Elder Haman has credentials here.
we're definitely going to need to do something about the GC shortage soon though.
Ehh... notgreat has caught math errors I've made before too. I'd say the main difference is that we sometimes make different assumptions when things are less clear, and I tend to prefer over-estimating risk and under-estimating rewards.
So far all of them seem like they can reasonably fit into the canon. Though I could be missing something about them.
The title doesn't seem to quite go with it. Though I'm a little confused as to the context here. She's using a wooden sword but feeling miasma. Is she practicing or entering an actual fight?
So Elder Haman's plan has a ton of edits to it and the notes on it are little confusing, it appears to be (and I'll include the stunting when I'm writing it up, this is just for clarity):
[] Upkeep: 11 Veterans, 4 Greens
[] Dispersed Hunting:
-5 Veterans, 1 Mami
[] Additional Housing: House
[] Purchase Bicycles:
-Buy 7
[] Increased Stipend
[] Expand territory 6, by diplomacy:
-[] Addon, Bribery
[] Internet translator job
[] Research Magical Enhancements on normal human
Is this correct?
Also I'm quite curious in the research action you said Mami canonically did these things to a normal human, I don't remember that.
...? It's math. You don't need to "trust" someone to do better math. Unless you're in elementary/middle school (or just really hate math) you can just do it yourself. None of these equations are difficult (unlike the combat algorithm, that thing was complicated) Credentials shouldn't matter, only results.
Elder Haman is hunting with 0.5 less veterans and researching with 1 less veteran. This allows him to keep Pack Hunting training. He is also pursuing a different research topic and buying 1 more bike than me (though the bike count could easily be modified, it's not really a crucial part of either of our plans)
If you're worried about group cohesion do a group sports day action. That explicitly raises group cohesion and morale.
Why do you think I wanted to abstain?
But I hate the idea of the game being held up in a deadlock vote so.... (shrugs.)
Ah, that's why it was Part 1/2. I edited and added the demon slaying scene - and oops, attack of the muse, she needed to be injured. This was an appropriately dramatic stopping point, I guess. I'll polish off part 2 when I have more time, haha.
The wooden sword is her actual 'magical girl weapon' (I made it more obvious with the edit). In my head her wish was kind of moronic - she needed to get to an aikido competition, but had run into traffic was really late so wished to get there instantly and poof she can now teleport and has an aikido theme.
Edit: The title was a nod to Crow who in a roundabout way sort of inspired it.
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