A Conjuror's journey
- Location
- Other side
He lives in an apocalyptic wasteland. I feel like scenes such as this are the norm for the average wastelander. Not that it makes our decision any better, I just doubt it had any impact on the old man. You see one person dissolve in a mini nuke explosion, you've seen a thousand.
Fight At The Museum
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Deciding to let the man stew in the fruits of his despicable selflessness, you turn to the reason for your trip to Salem. The Museum of Witchcraft looms ominously on the edge of town as your undead minions encircle the area. Dead trees sway in the nonexistent breeze and the building simply oozes the type of atmosphere that encourages rumors of the supernatural among the uneducated.
Sending one skeleton to check the front door proves useless due to someone having barred the door, so you order three human zombies and a crab to enter through the basement, making note of a dismembered corpse resting against a tree near the rear entrance. Not putting all of your hopes for entry on such a meager force, you have the remaining crabs act as a platform for the skeletons to break through windows around the museum.
A bellowing roar sounds from within, followed by great thudding footsteps. The shattering glass seems to have alerted the structure's inhabitant. The skeletons are swiftly dashed to pieces by whatever resides inside, but you continually resurrect them as best you can with how each blow from the creature shatters bone. With nothing but a rudimentary sense of where living beings are, your skeletons can't even provide you with a visual of the beast, but they serve to distract it long enough for the infiltration team to find their way out of the basement.
Creeping up the steps to the main floor, you position the human corpses behind the crustacean and order them into the 'battle' taking place in the exhibition room. Unheeding of the danger, the crab breaks down the door and charges the beast's back. In the dark with decaying eyes, your zombies can barely make out a blurred silhouette of what appears to be an argonian bred with a minotaur. Horns the size of a man's arm turn to meet your crab's charge, goring through it's chest and lifting it bodily in the air. Your minion doesn't even notice the damage and proceeds to rip and tear at the the reptile's face.
Not wasting time, you assemble the remaining bones of of your decimated skeletons into as whole of a body as possible and send the result to open the main door. Of course, your opponent can apparently hear the fleeing footsteps and takes umbridge with that. Two sets of massive claws reach up and tear your crab in half before throwing the upper body like a cannonball, demolishing your skeleton and cracking the crossbar on the door. Seeing an opportunity, the remainder of your forces outside rush the building as the three zombies inside are torn to pieces.
Once the door is pried apart, the beast doesn't last a minute. A wave of bodies drowns your opponent and drags it to the floor, it's struggles doing nothing but uselessly spilling blood and offal on the floor as it's throat is torn open by massive pincers. Pinned to the ground by roughly a ton of flesh and chitin, the beast slowly bleeds out, giving a gurgling cry of rage before going still.
Standing from your hiding place, you trudge your armored bulk over to the museum. When you arrive, you confirm your original opinion on the beast's appearance. Digitigrade legs, crocidilian scales and tail, a minotaur's horns, clawed hands with opposable thumbs, a fanged snout, and almost twice the height of your armor. Honestly if you didn't know any better, you would suspect Hircine's involvement in such a creature's existence... given tales of him creating weredaedroth because of a bet with Sheogorath, it could be an attempt at improving upon the concept. Thankfully, you are fairly certain that it is merely a natural lifeform of this world, though that could be somewhat concerning on it's own depending on their population.
Ordering your minions to carefully gather together everything in the building, you awkwardly sit down next to the rapidly cooling corpse. Pushing magicka into the body, it takes a monumental effort to reanimate the reptile and in the end you wind up binding it's own soul back into it just to make the process easier. Looking up from your work it seems darkness has fallen without your noticing and before you lies a pile of random junk. Rotted books, grime coated clothing of odd designs, six left shoes with buckles rather than cord or lace binding, a small yellow and white square with bloody fingerprints on it, three gunner corpses that you're certain didn't come with you, a rusted saber speared through a skeletal ribcage, a carton of Grey Tortoise cigarettes, etcetera.
It's almost all useless, even the sword would be used as scrap rather than as a weapon. The only item out of it all worth keeping is brought to you attention by the horned reptile's faint echo of alarm. In the smaller claws of one of your crab zombies is a mottled brown egg larger than a human head. Carefully taking the egg, you cast Ebonyflesh on it's shell and sigh. With no magical artifacts to be found, it would appear that the reptilian beast was the source of the rumors and nobody who was brave enough to investigate survived to correct the misunderstanding.
Disappointed, you begin the process of transporting your new minions back to the base. The spectacle of so many dangerous looking creatures appearing in the middle of the place causes some initial panic, but the method of arrival and lack of hostility quickly eases everyone's worries. Tired and annoyed, you wave off the questions everyone asks and promise to explain during tomorrow's meeting. Soon enough, you are face down on your cot and drifting off to sleep.
After the staff meeting:
[] Make assorted potions.
[] Enchant Cynric's fatigues:
[] Research:
[] Spend the day with Cattleya.
[] POV Change: Louise
[] Write in.
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A/N: Multiple options can be chosen, I'll try to fit non-conflicting votes together without ruining the voters' intent. Reflect enchantments only work on specific attack types; ranged means arrows/bullets/lasers/etc, not spells. I apologize for any spelling errors in this post, autocorrect keeps telling me that real words aren't.
Sending one skeleton to check the front door proves useless due to someone having barred the door, so you order three human zombies and a crab to enter through the basement, making note of a dismembered corpse resting against a tree near the rear entrance. Not putting all of your hopes for entry on such a meager force, you have the remaining crabs act as a platform for the skeletons to break through windows around the museum.
A bellowing roar sounds from within, followed by great thudding footsteps. The shattering glass seems to have alerted the structure's inhabitant. The skeletons are swiftly dashed to pieces by whatever resides inside, but you continually resurrect them as best you can with how each blow from the creature shatters bone. With nothing but a rudimentary sense of where living beings are, your skeletons can't even provide you with a visual of the beast, but they serve to distract it long enough for the infiltration team to find their way out of the basement.
Creeping up the steps to the main floor, you position the human corpses behind the crustacean and order them into the 'battle' taking place in the exhibition room. Unheeding of the danger, the crab breaks down the door and charges the beast's back. In the dark with decaying eyes, your zombies can barely make out a blurred silhouette of what appears to be an argonian bred with a minotaur. Horns the size of a man's arm turn to meet your crab's charge, goring through it's chest and lifting it bodily in the air. Your minion doesn't even notice the damage and proceeds to rip and tear at the the reptile's face.
Not wasting time, you assemble the remaining bones of of your decimated skeletons into as whole of a body as possible and send the result to open the main door. Of course, your opponent can apparently hear the fleeing footsteps and takes umbridge with that. Two sets of massive claws reach up and tear your crab in half before throwing the upper body like a cannonball, demolishing your skeleton and cracking the crossbar on the door. Seeing an opportunity, the remainder of your forces outside rush the building as the three zombies inside are torn to pieces.
Once the door is pried apart, the beast doesn't last a minute. A wave of bodies drowns your opponent and drags it to the floor, it's struggles doing nothing but uselessly spilling blood and offal on the floor as it's throat is torn open by massive pincers. Pinned to the ground by roughly a ton of flesh and chitin, the beast slowly bleeds out, giving a gurgling cry of rage before going still.
Standing from your hiding place, you trudge your armored bulk over to the museum. When you arrive, you confirm your original opinion on the beast's appearance. Digitigrade legs, crocidilian scales and tail, a minotaur's horns, clawed hands with opposable thumbs, a fanged snout, and almost twice the height of your armor. Honestly if you didn't know any better, you would suspect Hircine's involvement in such a creature's existence... given tales of him creating weredaedroth because of a bet with Sheogorath, it could be an attempt at improving upon the concept. Thankfully, you are fairly certain that it is merely a natural lifeform of this world, though that could be somewhat concerning on it's own depending on their population.
Ordering your minions to carefully gather together everything in the building, you awkwardly sit down next to the rapidly cooling corpse. Pushing magicka into the body, it takes a monumental effort to reanimate the reptile and in the end you wind up binding it's own soul back into it just to make the process easier. Looking up from your work it seems darkness has fallen without your noticing and before you lies a pile of random junk. Rotted books, grime coated clothing of odd designs, six left shoes with buckles rather than cord or lace binding, a small yellow and white square with bloody fingerprints on it, three gunner corpses that you're certain didn't come with you, a rusted saber speared through a skeletal ribcage, a carton of Grey Tortoise cigarettes, etcetera.
It's almost all useless, even the sword would be used as scrap rather than as a weapon. The only item out of it all worth keeping is brought to you attention by the horned reptile's faint echo of alarm. In the smaller claws of one of your crab zombies is a mottled brown egg larger than a human head. Carefully taking the egg, you cast Ebonyflesh on it's shell and sigh. With no magical artifacts to be found, it would appear that the reptilian beast was the source of the rumors and nobody who was brave enough to investigate survived to correct the misunderstanding.
Disappointed, you begin the process of transporting your new minions back to the base. The spectacle of so many dangerous looking creatures appearing in the middle of the place causes some initial panic, but the method of arrival and lack of hostility quickly eases everyone's worries. Tired and annoyed, you wave off the questions everyone asks and promise to explain during tomorrow's meeting. Soon enough, you are face down on your cot and drifting off to sleep.
After the staff meeting:
[] Make assorted potions.
[] Focus on healing.
[] Focus on magicka restoration.
[] Focus on other effects.
[] Focus on magicka restoration.
[] Focus on other effects.
[] Enchant Cynric's fatigues:
[] Health Regen.
[] Reflect (%RNG) ranged damage.
[] write in.
[] Reflect (%RNG) ranged damage.
[] write in.
[] Research:
[] Autopsy/necromancy research with Vahlen.
[] Enchanting research. 1/6th completion.
[] Test local ingredients for alchemy.
[] Enchanting research. 1/6th completion.
[] Test local ingredients for alchemy.
[] Spend the day with Cattleya.
[] Write in.
[] POV Change: Louise
[] Write in.
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A/N: Multiple options can be chosen, I'll try to fit non-conflicting votes together without ruining the voters' intent. Reflect enchantments only work on specific attack types; ranged means arrows/bullets/lasers/etc, not spells. I apologize for any spelling errors in this post, autocorrect keeps telling me that real words aren't.
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
Did Cynric get his skin genemods, or was it only Louise? If he did, wouldn't he see an outline of the creature?
Is that a term for an undead were-daedroth?
Yaay! Cattleya will have new puppies, deadlier than the last batch. Do Deathclaws imprint on humans? Any taming techniques magic could help with?
I would not be opposed to granting the species sapience, Enclave-style!
[x] Work on sending Hinata to Louise
[x] POV Change: Louise
I miss our pink bundle of gratuitous violence already. <3
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- Location
- Down Under
[x] Work on sending Hinata to Louise
[x] POV Change: Louise
[x] POV Change: Louise
- Location
- Nazi prison
[x] Work on sending Hinata to Louise
[x] POV Change: Louise
[x] POV Change: Louise
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
In order: he did, but that wouldn't give the skeleton his ability. No, that was my mistake. Everything imprints on Cattleya. Illusion magic could help with training as could using the hndead mother. Deathclaws are already sapient, as they can make judgement calls and are known to use tools and psychological warfare.Did Cynric get his skin genemods, or was it only Louise? If he did, wouldn't he see an outline of the creature?
Is that a term for an undead were-daedroth?
Yaay! Cattleya will have new puppies, deadlier than the last batch. Do Deathclaws imprint on humans? Any taming techniques magic could help with?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Care to give an example? I don't know what instructions you would want to five her.
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Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
Ok, how's about:
-An admonishment regarding her using the Recall spell unsupervised and with an incomplete understanding of it.
-Segue into this presenting an opportunity to teach Louise about turning mistakes to her advantage.
-While X-Com still needs Cynric's aid in establishing a foothold on their new world, Louise is to act as his agent in the world she's found herself in; Vicky has assured Cynric of the relative safety of that world, so Louise's benevolent and kind master has seen fit to grant her a working vacation!
-A list of materials and supplies needed by X-Com should be provided by Vahlen/the Commander, and Louise should, if not acquire said supplies, determine where sufficient amounts of said items are located, who holds ownership, and their relative value on the Worm world.
-Louise should compile an assessment of known threats, resources, and potential allies on the Worm world. Determine whether it would be to their benefit or detriment to build an Oblivion Gate between the X-Com encampment and the Worm-verse. Louise should list the pros and cons of establishing a permanent route to the that world, as well a identify potential locations for such a gate.
-Louise is to also engage in self improvement; spell work, alchemy, martial skills, practical applications of explosions, interpersonal relationships, espionage, synergy with allies, etc.
-Louise should compile an assessment of known threats, resources, and potential allies on the Worm world. Determine whether it would be to their benefit or detriment to build an Oblivion Gate between the X-Com encampment and the Worm-verse. Louise should list the pros and cons of establishing a permanent route to the that world, as well a identify potential locations for such a gate.
-Louise is to also engage in self improvement; spell work, alchemy, martial skills, practical applications of explosions, interpersonal relationships, espionage, synergy with allies, etc.
- Cynric could prepare spell scrolls for Louise to study:
- Expensive spells like Mass Paralysis or Vampiric Cloud to take advantage of Louise's massive magicka reserves
- Utility spells like Clairvoyance to help round out her skill-set
- Another Recall scroll, so Louise can tell her Master exactly where she went wrong the first time
- Alchemy recipes or general instructions/theory could be sent along as well:
- Stamina potions would be worthwhile, as between her healing skills and magical resources, physical exhaustion remains a vulnerability
- Having Louise work on finding alternate resources to substitute for Nirn reagents would be quite valuable
- Developing a preservative for things like Brahmin Milk would be handy
- Cynric could enchant a few items for Louise to reverse engineer; Louise would benefit by learning new things and gain valuable items for trade in the Worm-verse:
- Translation has proven to have high utility; preparing a copy of Cynric's bracelet of speech should be easy enough
- Examples of items with regenerative effects would also be practical
- Who doesn't want a ring that shoots fireballs?
-Finally, inform Louise that the real thing that she is to practice is independent decision making; Cynric doesn't expect everything on the list to be done by the time he comes to retrieve her, but will want to hear her reasoning for what she prioritized when they meet again.
That should give Louise plenty to do! Really, I like having the party split for a bit; Louise and Hinata can have adventures in Worm while Cynric works with Cattleya on her Hircine test and hatching a deathclaw, wrangling Kiba and his dog's soul into a robotic/necrotic body, and gets the locals hooked on skooma.
Though I'm torn on Tsun; should we send him too? He's completely useless in Fallout without Louise there, but while sending another little girl to Louise would likely result in more delightful misunderstandings, the four-armed zombie may raise too many eyebrows.
Also, does anyone have any IC advice that Cynric could give Louise that would logically lead to her proactively eliminate Coil? 'Cause I got nothing.
The Dallon Home
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
As with many thing in Amy's life, this new healer situation had gotten complicated quickly. Of course it couldn't just be as simple as finally getting help at the hospital and feeling guilty about ruining a little girl's life. Oh no, it had to devolve into bank robberies, Nazi brainwashing, Vicky being Vicky, and Carol throwing a fit. Somehow things had ended up with both of the other women in the house arguing in the kitchen while Amy watched children's movies with the little girl who was apparently the daughter of a Gesellschaft cape.
God, how was she even supposed to talk to someone with an elephant like that hanging around? Oh, your mom's a super Nazi that wants to kill you? That's cool, I'm adopted and my mom hates me too, maybe we can start a club? Should we invite Rune? You could bond over sauerkraut recipes and Übermensch philosophy.
Shaking her head at such stupid thoughts, she was about to talk about something inane like the weather when the two musical pieces at the start of the movie finaly finally finished and all the little dancing creatures gave way to Yen Sid and Mickey Mouse. So far, Vicky hadn't even gotten to watch anything, having spent the time since Carol brought Amy home from the bank trying to convince their mother to let the girl stay. She really shouldn't have mentioned anything about the family of Nazis to Carol, what did she expect her reaction would be? As Mickey led an animated brooms on a march around the castle, Louise leaned in close to the TV with wide eyed horror.
"Is that rodent performing MAGIC?!"
Bemused, Amy flicked her gaze between the almost ill looking girl and the kitchen as the arguing duo realized how loud they were being. Not that Louise seemed to notice, too engrossed in the Sorcerer's Apprentice. Fantasia wouldn't have been Amy's choice, but Louise was given first pick. "Yeah, it's Mickey... he's Disney's mascot, he does pretty much anything you can think of at some point or another."
If anything, that just made it worse, as the pink haired girl's head spun to give Amy a panicked look. "T-this is fictional, right? Just the work of some mentally ill commoner, yes?"
"Er... yes?" Amy answered slowly. "I mean, ignoring the fact that he's a bipedal mouse, magic isn't real." Not looking reassured at all, Louise held out her hand and created an icicle. Of course she forgot that Louise assumed her powers were magic. Sighing, she pointed at the screen. "Look at it, it's just a series of drawings on fast forward."
"So? People write books and sketch scenery, that doesn't mean they don't exist! If that creature is truly as powerful as you say, shouldn't we be preparing? How do you fight something that's omnipotent?!"
Honestly, Amy was tempted to just go to her room. Massaging her forehead, she said something she'd never expected to be necessary. "Micky Mouse is not going to try to kill you, he isn't real."
"But how do you know?" The brat insisted. Before Amy could so much as sigh, she heard Vicky burst out laughing and turned to see her sister standing in the doorway with an uncomfortable looking Carol.
It was a familiar look, one Amy had seen countless times as the woman forced herself to tuck Amy in for bed when she was younger. turning from the two in the doorway, she sighed, "Just watch the movie."
"I thought we were gonna watch a princess one, that's what got us on the topic in the first place." Vicky said in amusement as she sat on the other side of Louise and turned the girl into a Dallon sandwich with Amy playing the role of 'wry' bread. Shaking her head at the stupid pun, the brunette was about to ask how princesses turned into admitting she was a Hitler youth and inviting her into their home, but was cut off when said Nazi girlscout threw her arms into the air in frustration.
"No! Kill it before it betrays you again, don't just send it back to work, you fool!" But the cartoon sorceror paid no heed to Louise's cries. Carol didn't even try to hide her disapproval, making the healer wonder why she was even sticking around to watch. Probably concerned about leaving her daughter alone with two monsters.
Giving the pink haired child a bemused and somewhat pitying look, Vicky got up to stop the movie. Flipping through the dozen or so VHS tapes and muttering about needing one without talking animals, she groaned, "Ugh, this is going to be harder than I thought." Setting the movies down, she took a knee in front of Louise. "I'm gonna fly over to the nearest Blockbuster and see if I can find something more... your speed."
"Vicky..." Carol said in warning, but the blonde just flipped her hair over her shoulder with a dramatic huff and left the house.
Watching her sister leave her and the poor brainwashing escapee under Carol's stern care, Amy gave the girl a weak smile and sunk back into the couch. Watching the minutes tick by in awkward silence, she could practically feel her stepmother's need to confront them both growing by the second. Why did they have to do this here? Couldn't Vicky have just grabbed me from the bank and had us go to the theater or something?
Opening her mouth to no doubt subtly berate the girl, Carol spoke, "I'm sorry about my daughter's behavior, she should know better than to bring friends over unprepared."
What?
"Oh no, there's no need to apologize." Louise replied with a cheerful smile. "It's just so wonderful to spend time with people who don't hate me."
Wincing at the girl's words, Amy turned to see how Carol would react, only to be disappointed by the woman's ironclad pokerface. "I see. In any case, I suppose I should make up for Victoria's bad manners and offer some refreshments. Is there anything in particular you would like, dear?"
Ah, the world isn't ending, she just wants an excuse to leave the room.
"A glass of wi-water is fine" Louise answered, hurrying to correct her mistake, though Amy doubted anyone would be fooled. Carol gave her a sidelong glance, but shook her head and went back into the kitchen.
Rubbing at her eyes, Amy asked, "Did you really almost ask my mom for wine?"
"N-no." The pink haired girl sputtered. "O-o-of course not, don't be silly."
"You sure sound like you were." Just one more oddity about her, though isn't the drinking age lower in Europe? Probably not that young... just more bad parenting, I guess. "You know, if you're going to lie, you should at least try to be convincing."
"I'm not lying!"
Rolling her eyes, Amy decided to just save herself the headache and leave while she could. Carol would complain later and Vicky would be annoyed, but she really didn't want to be forced into an entire night of pretending to get along with everyone. Louise might not be that bad and Amy still felt kind of guilty about using her, but she didn't want to spend all night stuck between a hyperactive child and Carol's disapproving glares. Vicky would forgive her.
Wordlessly walking to her room, she locked the door and put on her headphones. Sleep was a welcome thing in recent years and she never felt like she was getting enough of it, so it was easy to drift off to the music. She'd just eat a bigger breakfast to make up for missing dinner. Hopefully things would be more normal in the morning.
God, how was she even supposed to talk to someone with an elephant like that hanging around? Oh, your mom's a super Nazi that wants to kill you? That's cool, I'm adopted and my mom hates me too, maybe we can start a club? Should we invite Rune? You could bond over sauerkraut recipes and Übermensch philosophy.
Shaking her head at such stupid thoughts, she was about to talk about something inane like the weather when the two musical pieces at the start of the movie finaly finally finished and all the little dancing creatures gave way to Yen Sid and Mickey Mouse. So far, Vicky hadn't even gotten to watch anything, having spent the time since Carol brought Amy home from the bank trying to convince their mother to let the girl stay. She really shouldn't have mentioned anything about the family of Nazis to Carol, what did she expect her reaction would be? As Mickey led an animated brooms on a march around the castle, Louise leaned in close to the TV with wide eyed horror.
"Is that rodent performing MAGIC?!"
Bemused, Amy flicked her gaze between the almost ill looking girl and the kitchen as the arguing duo realized how loud they were being. Not that Louise seemed to notice, too engrossed in the Sorcerer's Apprentice. Fantasia wouldn't have been Amy's choice, but Louise was given first pick. "Yeah, it's Mickey... he's Disney's mascot, he does pretty much anything you can think of at some point or another."
If anything, that just made it worse, as the pink haired girl's head spun to give Amy a panicked look. "T-this is fictional, right? Just the work of some mentally ill commoner, yes?"
"Er... yes?" Amy answered slowly. "I mean, ignoring the fact that he's a bipedal mouse, magic isn't real." Not looking reassured at all, Louise held out her hand and created an icicle. Of course she forgot that Louise assumed her powers were magic. Sighing, she pointed at the screen. "Look at it, it's just a series of drawings on fast forward."
"So? People write books and sketch scenery, that doesn't mean they don't exist! If that creature is truly as powerful as you say, shouldn't we be preparing? How do you fight something that's omnipotent?!"
Honestly, Amy was tempted to just go to her room. Massaging her forehead, she said something she'd never expected to be necessary. "Micky Mouse is not going to try to kill you, he isn't real."
"But how do you know?" The brat insisted. Before Amy could so much as sigh, she heard Vicky burst out laughing and turned to see her sister standing in the doorway with an uncomfortable looking Carol.
It was a familiar look, one Amy had seen countless times as the woman forced herself to tuck Amy in for bed when she was younger. turning from the two in the doorway, she sighed, "Just watch the movie."
"I thought we were gonna watch a princess one, that's what got us on the topic in the first place." Vicky said in amusement as she sat on the other side of Louise and turned the girl into a Dallon sandwich with Amy playing the role of 'wry' bread. Shaking her head at the stupid pun, the brunette was about to ask how princesses turned into admitting she was a Hitler youth and inviting her into their home, but was cut off when said Nazi girlscout threw her arms into the air in frustration.
"No! Kill it before it betrays you again, don't just send it back to work, you fool!" But the cartoon sorceror paid no heed to Louise's cries. Carol didn't even try to hide her disapproval, making the healer wonder why she was even sticking around to watch. Probably concerned about leaving her daughter alone with two monsters.
Giving the pink haired child a bemused and somewhat pitying look, Vicky got up to stop the movie. Flipping through the dozen or so VHS tapes and muttering about needing one without talking animals, she groaned, "Ugh, this is going to be harder than I thought." Setting the movies down, she took a knee in front of Louise. "I'm gonna fly over to the nearest Blockbuster and see if I can find something more... your speed."
"Vicky..." Carol said in warning, but the blonde just flipped her hair over her shoulder with a dramatic huff and left the house.
Watching her sister leave her and the poor brainwashing escapee under Carol's stern care, Amy gave the girl a weak smile and sunk back into the couch. Watching the minutes tick by in awkward silence, she could practically feel her stepmother's need to confront them both growing by the second. Why did they have to do this here? Couldn't Vicky have just grabbed me from the bank and had us go to the theater or something?
Opening her mouth to no doubt subtly berate the girl, Carol spoke, "I'm sorry about my daughter's behavior, she should know better than to bring friends over unprepared."
What?
"Oh no, there's no need to apologize." Louise replied with a cheerful smile. "It's just so wonderful to spend time with people who don't hate me."
Wincing at the girl's words, Amy turned to see how Carol would react, only to be disappointed by the woman's ironclad pokerface. "I see. In any case, I suppose I should make up for Victoria's bad manners and offer some refreshments. Is there anything in particular you would like, dear?"
Ah, the world isn't ending, she just wants an excuse to leave the room.
"A glass of wi-water is fine" Louise answered, hurrying to correct her mistake, though Amy doubted anyone would be fooled. Carol gave her a sidelong glance, but shook her head and went back into the kitchen.
Rubbing at her eyes, Amy asked, "Did you really almost ask my mom for wine?"
"N-no." The pink haired girl sputtered. "O-o-of course not, don't be silly."
"You sure sound like you were." Just one more oddity about her, though isn't the drinking age lower in Europe? Probably not that young... just more bad parenting, I guess. "You know, if you're going to lie, you should at least try to be convincing."
"I'm not lying!"
Rolling her eyes, Amy decided to just save herself the headache and leave while she could. Carol would complain later and Vicky would be annoyed, but she really didn't want to be forced into an entire night of pretending to get along with everyone. Louise might not be that bad and Amy still felt kind of guilty about using her, but she didn't want to spend all night stuck between a hyperactive child and Carol's disapproving glares. Vicky would forgive her.
Wordlessly walking to her room, she locked the door and put on her headphones. Sleep was a welcome thing in recent years and she never felt like she was getting enough of it, so it was easy to drift off to the music. She'd just eat a bigger breakfast to make up for missing dinner. Hopefully things would be more normal in the morning.
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SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
God, what a number that was did on the poor girl.
Barnes
Laughing on the outside, laughing on the inside
- Location
- Definetly not my parent's basement
That line is way more amusing when you consider Carol's issues. I mean it's horrible, but a funny kind of horrible.
- Location
- US
"All those without magic are inferior! As well, the slattern Germanians, the foppish Gallians, and don't even get me started on the Albionese, one little zombie plague and they go screaming for their mothers. Plus all non-humans are to be purged."
"...Didn't you say she was a Nazi?"
"So? Did you not just hear her rant?"
"She ranted against Germany!"
"No, she just said that they were all sluts. You have to remember that Gesellschaft is very conservative."
"Bah, zombie apocalypses do not work that way."
"Independence Day?"
"Humbug! You call that an alien invasion? Pathetic milk drinkers."
"Harry Potter."
"Why is this film about a traitor being shown as a hero?"
"I give up."
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
There were at least some that were still around back then. Also, Earth Bet has around 30 years of alternate history, there might have never been any Netflix-esque services to put video stores out of business.I love it.
Though I refuse to believe blockbuster was still a thing around 2011, totally ruined my immersion.
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Meetings And Reuinions
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
"Now that everyone's here, let's begin." Flagg announces as you take your seat at the far end of the table. It really goes to show how desensitized to you these people have become that nobody gives your looming reptile more than a cursory glance as it peers in through the door. "Despite the tragic loss of several courageous men and women, I'd say yesterday was an overall success. It was our first time really venturing outside our area of control in this strange new world and I'm not ashamed to admit I didn't expect it to go as well as it did. We've gathered intelligence on this world and it's inhabitants, established communications with a major trading hub, and acquired some much needed equipment. On that note, I'll let Doctor Shen explain what needs to be done."
Nodding to the Commander, Raymond clears his throat. "Right, well... with the help of our field teams, we now can begin excavation and really 'dig in'. As we speak, the engineering team is working hard to repair and refit the mining equipment young Kiba sacrificed his life to retrieve."
That was an irritating bit of news you'd learned of after waking that morning, you hadn't really even gotten much use out of him before he died. Apparently the child had perished on a mission with the krogan, the flash of fire from one of your phoenix having given away their position. All that was retrieved was a pulverized mass of charred meat and gristle that could barely fill a large bucket. Raising your hand to bring attention to yourself, you ask, "Has anyone informed the other two about their teammate's death?"
"No." Bradford answered. "We decided to wait and see if there was anything you could do."
"Well, there was not much left of his body." You point out before running a hand through your beard in thought. "I may be versed in necromancy, but even I still require material to animate, as I doubt the boy would be pleased with an unlife as a gelatenous mass... though I suppose I could summon his spirit as a ghost, it would be an unpleasant existance. I shall think on the matter, please refrain from inciting unecesary dramatics from the remaining ninjas."
"What about the others? We lost three men in taking the ironworks." Espinoza asked, his face bandaged from what appeared to be severe burns. At your questioning look he grumbled, "The bastards there dumped an industrial sized crucible on us once they knew we were gonna win."
You wince at the thought of being swept up in a tide of molten steel. X-com Powered armor may be durable, it was intended to survive plasma projectiles after all, but even it is succeptible to constant high temperatures such as being sumberged like that. "If they are intact enough to be worth preserving and we can gather a few dozen sacrifices, I can force them into a state of lichdom."
"Like Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Seriously?!"
"Is it safe? What negative consequences are there to such a procedure?"
Deciding to focus on Moira's question rather than the disbelief of the others, you shrug. "They would not be able to feel much more than pressure and their other sense would slowly degrade without proper care, but it is the best alternative to death I can offer. Of course it is not without benefit, they would be free to spend their partial immortallity gathering skills and knowledge. Their bodies would be able to withstand more strain from using magic without the required time to acclimate to such energies."
Rapping his knuckles on the table, Commander Flagg sighs, "Tyne, Vahlen, I'll leave this matter to your discretion. If the price is worth it, go for it. Espinoza, was there anything of importance in or around the ironworks?"
"No sir, it was a straight shot from the boat to the building, so there wasn't much to see. A small farm to the South, a junkyard full of Gunners across the street, and there was a few burn victims using a swimming pool to grow what I think were cranberries. Oh, there was a bulky looking robot stuck in a pod in one of the offices."
"Good to know. I'll inform the retrieval team to make contact, more options for food or intel is always good." Bradford notes.
As Vahlen begins slidding a set of folders around the table, Flagg says, "Our team that was sent Southeast to investigate the lights on the other side of the bay sent word that a group known as the 'Atom Cats' have made their home in an old auto garage and are currently attempting to recruit them for their engineering skills. As for the rest of you, we will be playing host to the leader of Minutmen this afternoon for talks of an alliance. While I doubt they could prove much of a threat in a straight fight, I would prefer not to deal with years of guerilla warfare against the locals. Cynric... I want you and all of your wizardry out of sight until he leaves."
Briefly eying the documents, you see that they are autopsy reports on various samples of wildlife encountered on this world. While potentially useful, you set them aside for another day when you have more time. "I assume you wish for the locals to remain somewhat ignorant of my abilities for the moment?" You ask, to which he nods. "That is fine by me, I have matters of my own to attend to anyway and have been putting them off for too long as it is."
After another half an hour of status updates, patrol routes, and expected crop yields, the meeting ends. Carrying your documents with you, you procure a pen and paper before heading out in search of Hinata. Eventually you find her curled up in a corner of the medical tent, watching with dull eyes as one of the doctors tend to her bandages. While you wait for them to finish, you set about writing a message for your apprentice.
Looking up from your writing once you're done, you barely refrain from letting out a startled yelp as you see the girl standing in front of you, looking up at you with nervous expectation. Even with the constant buzzing in your skin telling you where everyone around you is, you barely noticed her moving. Just how slow and awkwardly did she shuffle over, you wonder, as it must have been a very gradual movement.
Shaking your head, you fold the paper in half twice and hand it to the bemused child. "How are you feeling?" You ask.
"I'm fine." She replies quietly, looking down to avoid your eyes.
"Wonderful, I suppose you would be happy to go on a mission for me, no?" You ask, getting no response other than her shoulder shaking a bit. Ignoring the building emotional mess in front of you, you call a phoenix. "It is nothing too strenuous, I simply need you to deliver a message for me. Can you do that?"
Nodding hesitantly, the girl looks back up at you. "Y-yes... I can do that."
"Excellent, follow me." With that, you lead Hinata to the make-shift supply depot and spend several minutes enchanting loose junk with weak versions of several different effects. Filling a small bag with the items, you give it to her and set the bird on her shoulder. With a gentle pat on the head, you smile and tell her, "I am trusting you with this, do not let me down."
Swallowing nervously, she meets your eyes with a determined expression and clenches the bag in her remaining hand. "I-I promise to do my best."
"Good... keep an eye on Louise for me." You order just as the bird burns it's way out of the universe, laughing at the shock on her face.
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She was wrong. Apparently Vicky had somehow managed to convince Louise to stay the night rather than go home to her grandfather. Amy suspected they'd simply stayed up all night watching movies and forgot.
Squinting in suspicion at her sister, who had the gall to grin back at her, Amy shoved another spoonfull of oatmeal in her mouth. Carol had rushed out of the house a few minutes ago because of some emergency at work and now Vicky was taking the opportunity to float around the kitchen and show off to their guest while cooking. Not that Louise looked very impressed, she was paying more attention to brushing her still wet hair than the casual display of super powers. She was probably used to that kind of thing with who raised her.
"Do you need a lift anywhere before I take Amy to school?" Vicky asked, flipping her omelette with practiced ease. "Oh, speaking of school, when are you going to start?"
They'd all been wondering about the girl's education situation, but of the three still at home, Mark wasn't in the best state of mind that morning and Amy didn't want to pry. Of course, somebody couldn't be bothered with subtlety.
Stopping her brushing, the pink haired girl tilted her head quizically. "Why would I?"
"Why would you what? Go to school?" Amy asked, getting a nod. "Because you have to, everyone is legally required to get an education."
"My m-grandfather is teaching me, I don't need to attend another academy full of people who'll just try to make me miserable."
Shit. This is why I let Vicky deal with talking to people.
Just like that, any good mood in the room died. Grimacing at the implications of just what the little girl associated with the word school, Amy looked pleadingly toward the other for what to do to fix the situation. Vicky frowned back and mouthed, 'I don't know, just change the subject.'
Perfect, thanks for the help, sis. Now how can I distract her from thinking about it?
As if summoned by her thoughts, a ball of fire exploded in the middle of the room and knocked the furniture over. When Amy recovered from the blast, she climbed up over the tipped over table and saw a little asian girl in overly large rags with a grey bird laying dead on her chest. As she sat up and looked around, Amy noticed the girl was missing an arm just above the elbow and her eyes were milky white.
Using her good arm, the girl pushed the bird off of her, which crumbled to ash, and whispered, "Nani?"
"Hinata!" Came a shout to her side as Louise dove over the wreckage to tackle the smaller girl in a hug. "What are you doing here? Good Lord, what happened to your arm?!"
"What the shit?!" At Vicky's eloquently worded question, Louise gave a dismissive wave and began to glow with her healing power, not letting the girl out of the embrace.
Watching in jealousy as the pink haired girl regrow an entire arm from nothing, Amy shuffled in for a closer look. From inside the torn off sleeve she could see bone reforming as muscle and veins knit themselves into place. Curiously it seemed Louise's power wasn't working on the girl's blindness, so Amy reached out to take care of it for her, it was the least she could do.
It was the strangest thing she'd ever seen outside of power induced mutations. The asian girl wasn't blind at all, her eyes were simply laced with thousands of tiny, bloodless veins that somehow didn't obstruct her vision in the slightest. Her eyes would adjust accordingly to every slight change in focus and signals were definitely being transmitted through the optic nerve, her pupil and irides were just blocked from being viewed from the outside. More of these microscopic tubes wound around each of the girls organs and threaded their way through her skin until meeting up in her abdomen to form a coiling mass that would be visible to the naked eye during surgery.
Studying the strange structures and being unable to figure out their purpose, Amy turned to Louise and felt her heart stutter. Through the two girl's hugging, the bare skin of their cheeks were touching and the asian girl acted as a conduit for her power. Every time she'd touched Louise had been with clothing in the way, he gloved hands and many-layered dress preventing skin contact. There hadn't been any sign of it in the pink hair she'd plucked, but now... Taking her time to fully examine everything, it was nauseating and beautiful. So many bizare sections of DNA that just didn't belong, countless machines that weren't... she could change them... possibly make them. It was all just so... and her brain, as much as Amy wouldn't touch it, she could see the distinct lack of either Corona Pollentia or Gemma.
Not having that lobe in her brain could only mean one thing; Louise wasn't a parahuman. She shouldn't have powers. The fact that she did have powers, as well as the machines and foreign DNA meant somebody did this to her. Letting go of the new girl to avoid hurting her as her fists clenched in fury, Amy could only come to one conclusion; Nazis. It was an obvious answer considering their reputation for horrible experiments. The Gesellchaft were known to produce capes through some means and now, no matter how much she wished she didn't, she now knew how. Louise's mother was an absolute monster that performed sick experiments on her own daughter for power. Was she even actually her daughter or was she just some unlucky child raised to think she was? Was the other girl her 'sister' or just some poor victim used to test what could be added to the final product? Louise might even have been artificially created, some form of clone or template for one.
Amy's mind was whirling deeper and deeper into the implications of what she had seen with her power, trying to work on a puzzle with far too few pieces until a sudden thought made her pause and turn to the two children on the floor in horror. Oh my God, there could be hundreds of copies of Louise being tortured and experimented on!
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Staring at Panacea with wide eyes, Louise felt she was missing something. Ever since she touched Hinata, the brown haired girl had been acting strange. Sending worried glances her way, shifting between looking furious and nauseated... with how she was currently angrily muttering to herself, Louise was certain that the other girl was fantasizing about killing some one. Hopefully it wasn't her, because she didn't want to ruin one of her few friendships by killing Vicky's sister in self defense.
"Ano... C-can you let go of me?" Hinata asked, causing Louise to blink and look down at the quiet girl. Acquiescing, she released the girl, who stood up and began flexing her newly regrown fingers. With tears in her pale eyes, Hinata wrapped her arms around Louise's waist and lifted her into the air in an awkward, spinning embrace. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
When she was finally released by a now blushing Hinata, the pinkette collapsed in a dizzy slump. Spotting a scrap of paper on the floor next to her, she opened it and was only able to read the first line of Master Cynric's obviously hurried script when Amy's distressed voice caused her to look up.
"Sis, we need to talk. In private."
But the blonde goddess was having none of it and her presence flooded the room as she shouted, "Not until I get an answer, because seriously, what the hell is going on? Who is this, why was she missing an arm, and why the fuck did she just explode our dining room?!"
Status: Healthy
Magicka: (10150/14000)
Choose:
[] Complete honesty.
[] Explain in vague or misleading terms, let them fit her into your established story however they see fit.
[] Promise to explain later, you need to get Hinata back to your lair and figure out what's going on, starting with the note.
[] Write in.
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A/N:
Nodding to the Commander, Raymond clears his throat. "Right, well... with the help of our field teams, we now can begin excavation and really 'dig in'. As we speak, the engineering team is working hard to repair and refit the mining equipment young Kiba sacrificed his life to retrieve."
That was an irritating bit of news you'd learned of after waking that morning, you hadn't really even gotten much use out of him before he died. Apparently the child had perished on a mission with the krogan, the flash of fire from one of your phoenix having given away their position. All that was retrieved was a pulverized mass of charred meat and gristle that could barely fill a large bucket. Raising your hand to bring attention to yourself, you ask, "Has anyone informed the other two about their teammate's death?"
"No." Bradford answered. "We decided to wait and see if there was anything you could do."
"Well, there was not much left of his body." You point out before running a hand through your beard in thought. "I may be versed in necromancy, but even I still require material to animate, as I doubt the boy would be pleased with an unlife as a gelatenous mass... though I suppose I could summon his spirit as a ghost, it would be an unpleasant existance. I shall think on the matter, please refrain from inciting unecesary dramatics from the remaining ninjas."
"What about the others? We lost three men in taking the ironworks." Espinoza asked, his face bandaged from what appeared to be severe burns. At your questioning look he grumbled, "The bastards there dumped an industrial sized crucible on us once they knew we were gonna win."
You wince at the thought of being swept up in a tide of molten steel. X-com Powered armor may be durable, it was intended to survive plasma projectiles after all, but even it is succeptible to constant high temperatures such as being sumberged like that. "If they are intact enough to be worth preserving and we can gather a few dozen sacrifices, I can force them into a state of lichdom."
"Like Dungeons and Dragons?"
"Seriously?!"
"Is it safe? What negative consequences are there to such a procedure?"
Deciding to focus on Moira's question rather than the disbelief of the others, you shrug. "They would not be able to feel much more than pressure and their other sense would slowly degrade without proper care, but it is the best alternative to death I can offer. Of course it is not without benefit, they would be free to spend their partial immortallity gathering skills and knowledge. Their bodies would be able to withstand more strain from using magic without the required time to acclimate to such energies."
Rapping his knuckles on the table, Commander Flagg sighs, "Tyne, Vahlen, I'll leave this matter to your discretion. If the price is worth it, go for it. Espinoza, was there anything of importance in or around the ironworks?"
"No sir, it was a straight shot from the boat to the building, so there wasn't much to see. A small farm to the South, a junkyard full of Gunners across the street, and there was a few burn victims using a swimming pool to grow what I think were cranberries. Oh, there was a bulky looking robot stuck in a pod in one of the offices."
"Good to know. I'll inform the retrieval team to make contact, more options for food or intel is always good." Bradford notes.
As Vahlen begins slidding a set of folders around the table, Flagg says, "Our team that was sent Southeast to investigate the lights on the other side of the bay sent word that a group known as the 'Atom Cats' have made their home in an old auto garage and are currently attempting to recruit them for their engineering skills. As for the rest of you, we will be playing host to the leader of Minutmen this afternoon for talks of an alliance. While I doubt they could prove much of a threat in a straight fight, I would prefer not to deal with years of guerilla warfare against the locals. Cynric... I want you and all of your wizardry out of sight until he leaves."
Briefly eying the documents, you see that they are autopsy reports on various samples of wildlife encountered on this world. While potentially useful, you set them aside for another day when you have more time. "I assume you wish for the locals to remain somewhat ignorant of my abilities for the moment?" You ask, to which he nods. "That is fine by me, I have matters of my own to attend to anyway and have been putting them off for too long as it is."
After another half an hour of status updates, patrol routes, and expected crop yields, the meeting ends. Carrying your documents with you, you procure a pen and paper before heading out in search of Hinata. Eventually you find her curled up in a corner of the medical tent, watching with dull eyes as one of the doctors tend to her bandages. While you wait for them to finish, you set about writing a message for your apprentice.
Looking up from your writing once you're done, you barely refrain from letting out a startled yelp as you see the girl standing in front of you, looking up at you with nervous expectation. Even with the constant buzzing in your skin telling you where everyone around you is, you barely noticed her moving. Just how slow and awkwardly did she shuffle over, you wonder, as it must have been a very gradual movement.
Shaking your head, you fold the paper in half twice and hand it to the bemused child. "How are you feeling?" You ask.
"I'm fine." She replies quietly, looking down to avoid your eyes.
"Wonderful, I suppose you would be happy to go on a mission for me, no?" You ask, getting no response other than her shoulder shaking a bit. Ignoring the building emotional mess in front of you, you call a phoenix. "It is nothing too strenuous, I simply need you to deliver a message for me. Can you do that?"
Nodding hesitantly, the girl looks back up at you. "Y-yes... I can do that."
"Excellent, follow me." With that, you lead Hinata to the make-shift supply depot and spend several minutes enchanting loose junk with weak versions of several different effects. Filling a small bag with the items, you give it to her and set the bird on her shoulder. With a gentle pat on the head, you smile and tell her, "I am trusting you with this, do not let me down."
Swallowing nervously, she meets your eyes with a determined expression and clenches the bag in her remaining hand. "I-I promise to do my best."
"Good... keep an eye on Louise for me." You order just as the bird burns it's way out of the universe, laughing at the shock on her face.
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She was wrong. Apparently Vicky had somehow managed to convince Louise to stay the night rather than go home to her grandfather. Amy suspected they'd simply stayed up all night watching movies and forgot.
Squinting in suspicion at her sister, who had the gall to grin back at her, Amy shoved another spoonfull of oatmeal in her mouth. Carol had rushed out of the house a few minutes ago because of some emergency at work and now Vicky was taking the opportunity to float around the kitchen and show off to their guest while cooking. Not that Louise looked very impressed, she was paying more attention to brushing her still wet hair than the casual display of super powers. She was probably used to that kind of thing with who raised her.
"Do you need a lift anywhere before I take Amy to school?" Vicky asked, flipping her omelette with practiced ease. "Oh, speaking of school, when are you going to start?"
They'd all been wondering about the girl's education situation, but of the three still at home, Mark wasn't in the best state of mind that morning and Amy didn't want to pry. Of course, somebody couldn't be bothered with subtlety.
Stopping her brushing, the pink haired girl tilted her head quizically. "Why would I?"
"Why would you what? Go to school?" Amy asked, getting a nod. "Because you have to, everyone is legally required to get an education."
"My m-grandfather is teaching me, I don't need to attend another academy full of people who'll just try to make me miserable."
Shit. This is why I let Vicky deal with talking to people.
Just like that, any good mood in the room died. Grimacing at the implications of just what the little girl associated with the word school, Amy looked pleadingly toward the other for what to do to fix the situation. Vicky frowned back and mouthed, 'I don't know, just change the subject.'
Perfect, thanks for the help, sis. Now how can I distract her from thinking about it?
As if summoned by her thoughts, a ball of fire exploded in the middle of the room and knocked the furniture over. When Amy recovered from the blast, she climbed up over the tipped over table and saw a little asian girl in overly large rags with a grey bird laying dead on her chest. As she sat up and looked around, Amy noticed the girl was missing an arm just above the elbow and her eyes were milky white.
Using her good arm, the girl pushed the bird off of her, which crumbled to ash, and whispered, "Nani?"
"Hinata!" Came a shout to her side as Louise dove over the wreckage to tackle the smaller girl in a hug. "What are you doing here? Good Lord, what happened to your arm?!"
"What the shit?!" At Vicky's eloquently worded question, Louise gave a dismissive wave and began to glow with her healing power, not letting the girl out of the embrace.
Watching in jealousy as the pink haired girl regrow an entire arm from nothing, Amy shuffled in for a closer look. From inside the torn off sleeve she could see bone reforming as muscle and veins knit themselves into place. Curiously it seemed Louise's power wasn't working on the girl's blindness, so Amy reached out to take care of it for her, it was the least she could do.
It was the strangest thing she'd ever seen outside of power induced mutations. The asian girl wasn't blind at all, her eyes were simply laced with thousands of tiny, bloodless veins that somehow didn't obstruct her vision in the slightest. Her eyes would adjust accordingly to every slight change in focus and signals were definitely being transmitted through the optic nerve, her pupil and irides were just blocked from being viewed from the outside. More of these microscopic tubes wound around each of the girls organs and threaded their way through her skin until meeting up in her abdomen to form a coiling mass that would be visible to the naked eye during surgery.
Studying the strange structures and being unable to figure out their purpose, Amy turned to Louise and felt her heart stutter. Through the two girl's hugging, the bare skin of their cheeks were touching and the asian girl acted as a conduit for her power. Every time she'd touched Louise had been with clothing in the way, he gloved hands and many-layered dress preventing skin contact. There hadn't been any sign of it in the pink hair she'd plucked, but now... Taking her time to fully examine everything, it was nauseating and beautiful. So many bizare sections of DNA that just didn't belong, countless machines that weren't... she could change them... possibly make them. It was all just so... and her brain, as much as Amy wouldn't touch it, she could see the distinct lack of either Corona Pollentia or Gemma.
Not having that lobe in her brain could only mean one thing; Louise wasn't a parahuman. She shouldn't have powers. The fact that she did have powers, as well as the machines and foreign DNA meant somebody did this to her. Letting go of the new girl to avoid hurting her as her fists clenched in fury, Amy could only come to one conclusion; Nazis. It was an obvious answer considering their reputation for horrible experiments. The Gesellchaft were known to produce capes through some means and now, no matter how much she wished she didn't, she now knew how. Louise's mother was an absolute monster that performed sick experiments on her own daughter for power. Was she even actually her daughter or was she just some unlucky child raised to think she was? Was the other girl her 'sister' or just some poor victim used to test what could be added to the final product? Louise might even have been artificially created, some form of clone or template for one.
Amy's mind was whirling deeper and deeper into the implications of what she had seen with her power, trying to work on a puzzle with far too few pieces until a sudden thought made her pause and turn to the two children on the floor in horror. Oh my God, there could be hundreds of copies of Louise being tortured and experimented on!
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Staring at Panacea with wide eyes, Louise felt she was missing something. Ever since she touched Hinata, the brown haired girl had been acting strange. Sending worried glances her way, shifting between looking furious and nauseated... with how she was currently angrily muttering to herself, Louise was certain that the other girl was fantasizing about killing some one. Hopefully it wasn't her, because she didn't want to ruin one of her few friendships by killing Vicky's sister in self defense.
"Ano... C-can you let go of me?" Hinata asked, causing Louise to blink and look down at the quiet girl. Acquiescing, she released the girl, who stood up and began flexing her newly regrown fingers. With tears in her pale eyes, Hinata wrapped her arms around Louise's waist and lifted her into the air in an awkward, spinning embrace. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
When she was finally released by a now blushing Hinata, the pinkette collapsed in a dizzy slump. Spotting a scrap of paper on the floor next to her, she opened it and was only able to read the first line of Master Cynric's obviously hurried script when Amy's distressed voice caused her to look up.
"Sis, we need to talk. In private."
But the blonde goddess was having none of it and her presence flooded the room as she shouted, "Not until I get an answer, because seriously, what the hell is going on? Who is this, why was she missing an arm, and why the fuck did she just explode our dining room?!"
Status: Healthy
Magicka: (10150/14000)
Choose:
[] Complete honesty.
[] Explain in vague or misleading terms, let them fit her into your established story however they see fit.
[] Promise to explain later, you need to get Hinata back to your lair and figure out what's going on, starting with the note.
[] Write in.
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A/N:
Known colloquially as 'Super Mutants', these green skinned giants possess terrifying strength for their size, extremely dense muscle fibers and an efficient frame mean these creatures can produce enough impact force to dent our heaviest armor plating. Likewise, this dense musculature combined with thick skin and tougher bone than anything found in nature mean that the super mutant is a very resilient creature. Reports from the single ground team to encounter these creatures show that they augment their natural defenses with thick armor plate and are seemingly immune to the effects of radiation... including the more esoteric types used by 'Specialist' Tyne.
Omnivorous in dentition, super mutants have an astoundingly efficient digestive system and a metabolism more than twice as fast as a human's. While tests are still under way, I feel confident in saying that there is probably an enhanced healing factor as well. Tissue samples show high concentrations of an absurdly complex virus that can be nothing other than artificial in nature, making the meat dangerous to any potential predators. It is most likely that what we are seeing is the result of a 'super soldier' program gone awry. Thankfully the creatures appear to be entirely sterile, the virus going so far as to remove secondary sexual characteristics entirely.
Vahlen's personal note: Cynric, if you're reading this I recommend you not test any potions made with these creature's tissues until we can check the results for any active virions.
Omnivorous in dentition, super mutants have an astoundingly efficient digestive system and a metabolism more than twice as fast as a human's. While tests are still under way, I feel confident in saying that there is probably an enhanced healing factor as well. Tissue samples show high concentrations of an absurdly complex virus that can be nothing other than artificial in nature, making the meat dangerous to any potential predators. It is most likely that what we are seeing is the result of a 'super soldier' program gone awry. Thankfully the creatures appear to be entirely sterile, the virus going so far as to remove secondary sexual characteristics entirely.
Vahlen's personal note: Cynric, if you're reading this I recommend you not test any potions made with these creature's tissues until we can check the results for any active virions.
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SoixanteZio
Dead man walking
- Location
- anywhere
The Multiverse hates children it seems.
nmWarden
Webcomic Glutton
- Location
- Texas
[X] Promise to explain later, you need to get Hinata back to your lair and figure out what's going on, starting with the note.
What a disappointing end for that brave Phoenix, sworn brother in arms to the great Rayquaza. Hopefully Louise won't leave it behind just in case it can be salveged. And thank you for taking the time to leaving an opportunity for more with Kind. What an odd, but comfortable mess this has become.
What a disappointing end for that brave Phoenix, sworn brother in arms to the great Rayquaza. Hopefully Louise won't leave it behind just in case it can be salveged. And thank you for taking the time to leaving an opportunity for more with Kind. What an odd, but comfortable mess this has become.