DevilsAdvocate
Always follow the golden rule.
[X] Find your apprentice.
A Conjuror's journey
- Location
- florida
"Excuse me aliens. Louise is my puppet thank you very much. Keep your weird green tentacles to yourself."
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X] Find your apprentice.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[x] Find your apprentice.
- Location
- Portland
[x] Find your apprentice.
Better get that voice out of her head.
Better get that voice out of her head.
Vicjer
The One Who Knows Less Than Nothing
- Location
- The Space Between Spaces
... Do I dare to dream?
The Legend Of Louise: Cynric's Awakening
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
With a grunt of acknowledgement, you dress yourself in full battle attire, not trusting the locals to have prevented another alien infiltration for however long you'd been asleep. Thinking of which.... "How long have I been here?" You ask, slipping your chain-mail over your shirt and fumbling with the Kevlar vest. Looking at Karin's longcoat, you come to the realization that you wear a lot of layers on your upper body.
"Approximately three days, depending on when Louise found you outside." Two days. You didn't think it would have been that bad, it would take at least twice as much magicka to overload your system, so what exactly went wrong? As if sensing your thoughts, Moira remarks, "The standard radiation treatment was hindering your recovery... It would seem that neither of our medical doctors take the advice of a geneticist seriously, I will be encouraging them to reconsider such notions, but the damage is already done."
So they were feeding you magicka damaging poisons in your sleep. Well, considering that the woman before you is also an accomplished torturer, you can at least be reassured that the fools will regret their actions. It would have been inconvenient if you had needed to sour the efforts of the last couple months just to punish them. Tying your boot laces, you head for the door. "I must see to my apprentice before attending to other concerns."
With a negligent wave, Moira doesn't even bother to look up from her ever present datapad as she replies, "Fine, fine. I'll be waiting with Raymond, try not to keep us waiting for too long, yes?"
With that, you venture down the hall to the lift. You idly nod to the man moping at dried blood on the floor, but neither of you say a word as you ride the slow mechanism. It takes far longer than you would like to arrive on the floor with the range and you fail to hide your impatience as you hurry to leave the damned contraption. You decide then and there to always levitate up or down the elevator shaft rather than ride inside, how the locals can stand the thing, you don't know.
Hearing the occasional explosion as you walk toward your destination confirms Louise's location. Peering inside the large room, you see your apprentice peering down at a rocket launcher. "-n't see why it isn't working!" The pinkette growls in frustration.
"W-well... your spells j-j-just explode in all dire- Ahem... all directions equally, right?" The nervous blonde asks, receiving a nod from the younger girl. "Right... Well, our rockets have a special shape to make them penetrate further."
Weston pulls out her datapad and the two become so engrossed in the diagram on the screen that neither seem to notice your approach. The lack of footsteps afforded by levitation probably doesn't help. Leaning in close, you clear your throat, eliciting a shriek from both females and causing Louise to leap across the room. Literally.
"Who do you thi-" The teen's shouting dies off as she notices just who exactly she is pointing her sword-wand at. "M-m-master?! You're awake!"
After she states the obvious, she propels herself into you at full speed and tangles her arms around you in a flying tackle. The two of you crash to the floor and you're left awkwardly patting her head as she buries her face in your vest to hide her sniffling.
Choose 1:
[] Cynric POV-
[] Louise POV-
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A/N: Well, you've met up with Louise... now what? Keep in mind that she doesn't know that she's been compromised and Cynric has no clue either.
"Approximately three days, depending on when Louise found you outside." Two days. You didn't think it would have been that bad, it would take at least twice as much magicka to overload your system, so what exactly went wrong? As if sensing your thoughts, Moira remarks, "The standard radiation treatment was hindering your recovery... It would seem that neither of our medical doctors take the advice of a geneticist seriously, I will be encouraging them to reconsider such notions, but the damage is already done."
So they were feeding you magicka damaging poisons in your sleep. Well, considering that the woman before you is also an accomplished torturer, you can at least be reassured that the fools will regret their actions. It would have been inconvenient if you had needed to sour the efforts of the last couple months just to punish them. Tying your boot laces, you head for the door. "I must see to my apprentice before attending to other concerns."
With a negligent wave, Moira doesn't even bother to look up from her ever present datapad as she replies, "Fine, fine. I'll be waiting with Raymond, try not to keep us waiting for too long, yes?"
With that, you venture down the hall to the lift. You idly nod to the man moping at dried blood on the floor, but neither of you say a word as you ride the slow mechanism. It takes far longer than you would like to arrive on the floor with the range and you fail to hide your impatience as you hurry to leave the damned contraption. You decide then and there to always levitate up or down the elevator shaft rather than ride inside, how the locals can stand the thing, you don't know.
Hearing the occasional explosion as you walk toward your destination confirms Louise's location. Peering inside the large room, you see your apprentice peering down at a rocket launcher. "-n't see why it isn't working!" The pinkette growls in frustration.
"W-well... your spells j-j-just explode in all dire- Ahem... all directions equally, right?" The nervous blonde asks, receiving a nod from the younger girl. "Right... Well, our rockets have a special shape to make them penetrate further."
Weston pulls out her datapad and the two become so engrossed in the diagram on the screen that neither seem to notice your approach. The lack of footsteps afforded by levitation probably doesn't help. Leaning in close, you clear your throat, eliciting a shriek from both females and causing Louise to leap across the room. Literally.
"Who do you thi-" The teen's shouting dies off as she notices just who exactly she is pointing her sword-wand at. "M-m-master?! You're awake!"
After she states the obvious, she propels herself into you at full speed and tangles her arms around you in a flying tackle. The two of you crash to the floor and you're left awkwardly patting her head as she buries her face in your vest to hide her sniffling.
Choose 1:
[] Cynric POV-
[] Ask about what the two females are doing, maybe you can help.
[] Pretend not to notice her moment of weakness and take her to engineering.
[]write in.
[] Pretend not to notice her moment of weakness and take her to engineering.
[]write in.
[] Louise POV-
[] write in
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A/N: Well, you've met up with Louise... now what? Keep in mind that she doesn't know that she's been compromised and Cynric has no clue either.
Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
[X] Cynric POV-
-[X] Full status and situation update. Leave no details out.
Maybe we'll get lucky. At least we'll hear about our space dragon.
-[X] Full status and situation update. Leave no details out.
Maybe we'll get lucky. At least we'll hear about our space dragon.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Louise hasn't been off base or informed about the goings on of the wider world, you were in control of her up until this morning and she's spent the time since she woke up doing spell research. For information on the war front, since the R&D people have been doing their jobs, you'll need to speak with the commander.
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Pandemonious Ivy
Panties, Revolution. Big Drawers. Parachute.
But we get her pov, which is important. Since we hold her perspective higher than these random humans.
- Location
- Nazi prison
[X] Cynric POV-
-[X] Pretend not to notice her moment of weakness and take her to engineering.
-[X] I am glad you continued your studies while I was unconscious. They sounded... Fruitful.
-[X] what did I miss?
-[X] Pretend not to notice her moment of weakness and take her to engineering.
-[X] I am glad you continued your studies while I was unconscious. They sounded... Fruitful.
-[X] what did I miss?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
What I'm saying is that she doesn't know whats going on with your space dragon because she hasn't bothered to find out. You know more than she does, since she doesn't even know if it's dead or not while Cynric knows that it is still there due to being the one who summoned it. If you're just wanting her to summarize the last few days and her research, that's fine, but you won't get much more than that from her.
ChildishChimera
A umbran summon
- Location
- New York
[X] Cynric POV-
-[X] Pretend not to notice her moment of weakness and take her to engineering.
-[X] I am glad you continued your studies while I was unconscious. They sounded... Fruitful.
-[X] what did I miss?
-[X] Pretend not to notice her moment of weakness and take her to engineering.
-[X] I am glad you continued your studies while I was unconscious. They sounded... Fruitful.
-[X] what did I miss?
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
That's actually Doctor Vahlen's first name in canon. I haven't, I tend to avoid games that put heavy emphasis on competitive play, got kicked for 'cheating' too many times to bother anymore.
Unseelie
(Verified True Fae)
- Location
- Tír fo Thuinn
Well, in that case, meet Moira, deranged geneticist:
You can't kick people in Overwatch, so ...
I mostly stay in the Arcade mode though.
Shop Talk
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
Miss Weston gives you a small smile and leaves the room, abandoning you to your fate as a human handkerchief. The crying continues for a while, leaving you to awkwardly wait it out. Louise babbles incoherently a bit and you do your best to ignore the fact that once again, you have to deal with a crying child. Not exactly something you're equipped to deal with and casting illusion spells on her every time this happens would be rather wasteful.
Thankfully she seems to realize what she's doing, stiffening at the realization and pushing herself away from you. "Er... I'm relieved to see you've recovered." She says casually, turning away and fiddling with the rocket that was left behind.
Since neither of you wish to talk about what just happened, you climb back to your feet and reply, "Yes, well... come along apprentice, we have business down in engineering." Nodding with visible relief at the obvious deflection, Louise tosses the rocket away and trots eagerly to your side as you head back to the elevator. Using your sword, you begin prying open the doors to the shaft. "I see you have been diligent in your studies and experimentation during my absence."
"Uh-huh.... I've peen practicing my Restoration and Destruction skills. I think I've made a decent impro- Master.... what are you trying to do?" She asks.
After struggling with the internal machinery that keeps the shaft sealed, you pause and look between the girl and the emergence release button on the wall behind her. "I refuse to waste ten minutes in a box when we can simply fly instead." Using Telekinesis, you depress the button without alerting her to your absentmindedness.
You hear her slap a hand to her forehead as you leap into the hole. "I should have thought of this." Her voice echoes from behind you. You give her a superior look, causing her to puff out her cheeks and pout. It doesn't take long for the two of you to reach your intended floor, startling a pair of young men who were waiting outside the doors as you emerge. Their alarmed shouts draw looks of confusion from all around, but you ignore them and lead your apprentice to the foundry.
"Has anything interesting happened while I was... indisposed?" You ask, threading your way through the hustle and bustle of working personnel.
You hear your apprentice squeak and turn to see her glaring at the back of an obviously lost man. "Blind idiot, who just runs around without watching where they're going?" She grumbles before remembering your question. "Oh, um... I'm not sure... After I healed a bunch of the commoners they wouldn't leave me alone. Cattleya made some crude jests that have me concerned that she's being corrupted and as for the other Heavies, Espin- Erm... I've mostly been avoiding them and practicing magic until that woman found me blowing up targets." She admits sheepishly, her cheeks flushing for some odd reason as you enter the foundry.
Gathered around a table in an adjacent office are Shen and Vahlen, various subordinates flitting about the main room between computers and swinging mechanical arms. Moira somehow manages to notice your arrival, despite the fact that she was looking the other way and the machinery is loud enough to drown out the noise of the doors. Waving you over, she motions for you to join them at the table, diagrams and measurements becoming visible on said table as you approach.
"Welcome back, I see you brought a guest." Raymond greets you, extending a hand to Louise with a gentle smile. "A pleasure to meet the lovely young lady everyone's talking about."
"I'd prefer if they would keep their opinions to themselves." She grumbles, gingerly placing a hand in his. You watch in amusement as your apprentice expects him to kiss her hand and gets vigorously shaken instead. Bewildered, Louise stares down at her arm when he releases it, clearly not understanding what just happened.
Doctor Vahlen impatiently taps at the table, drawing everyone's attention. "If we are done wasting time on pleasantries, I believe we had a reason for this meeting."
"Yes, you're correct... though it wouldn't hurt you if you tried to relax for a moment, young lady." Shen complains, sighing when the doctor stares at him with unblinking eyes. Even though her expression doesn't change, you get the distinct impression she's imagining something unpleasant for the old man. "Right... Cynric, Miss Valliere, if you would direct your attention here." He gestures to the diagrams on the table.
"Thanks to that fascinating serpent, we have been able to gather quite the assortment of alien technologies and materials in the aftermath of it's battles. Frankly, we're having more trouble transporting and storing it all than we are with the aliens themselves. Regardless of difficulties, however, our teams in research and engineering are working tirelessly to improve our understanding of the invaders' technology." Vahlen explains, eyes gleaming at the mention of the creature you conjured. "We've even increased our recruitment to help with the overflow of research projects."
Shen nods in agreement and lifts one of the diagrams. "Take our armor for example. Before the base was attacked, one of our teams had just finished production on a set of equipment that utilizes the scarce amounts of the aliens' unique alloys that we were able to salvage and another was designed when Miss Valliere here captured that UFO.Both are now completely obsolete. With our new surplus, we have enough material to refit every screw and bulkhead on base without hitting a shortage. We are also being forced to redesign many of our weapons systems and power sources as new discoveries are made faster than we can implement them." Comparing the one in his hands with one labeled 'Carapace armor' and another labeled 'Titan', you can easily see that the unnamed design in his hands is significantly larger. The size comparison between the suit and a basic human outline looks like a Bosmer trying to climb in a set of armor made for an above average Nord. "Rather than continually shuffle through new variants of armor systems, I've decided to simply design for the material's maximum theoretical protection and flexibility."
Both pause to look at at you and Vahlen sighs, "Which is where you come in. Raymond here can design all the armored shells he likes, but as I have told him before, we do not have the capability to manufacture his designs. The Power requirements are absurd and the weight of such a system is... prohibitive to say the least. It simply won't function without adding a specially designed motive system, which itself would require an advanced computing device and kinesthetic interface to allow the freedom of movement he desires. If you have any suggestions, I'm sure everyone would like to hear them, I would prefer to complete this project and return to other matters that require my attention."
Choose 1:
[] Implement dwemer automaton research.
[] Offer to enchant each suit with Feather to reduce weight, hopefully it will be enough.
[] Maybe the alien alloy is strong enough to withstand a daedric binding.
[] Refuse to help, they already have designs for good enough armor.
[] Write in.
Choose 1:
[] Continue assisting Shen-
[] Go see the Commander.
[] Write in.
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A/N: Can't put my finger on why, but this chapter was refusing to cooperate and I had to edit it a lot. I may have missed something. Oh and thanks to Carrie Weston, Louise has the idea for her explosions spell variant, but she hasn't tested it.
Thankfully she seems to realize what she's doing, stiffening at the realization and pushing herself away from you. "Er... I'm relieved to see you've recovered." She says casually, turning away and fiddling with the rocket that was left behind.
Since neither of you wish to talk about what just happened, you climb back to your feet and reply, "Yes, well... come along apprentice, we have business down in engineering." Nodding with visible relief at the obvious deflection, Louise tosses the rocket away and trots eagerly to your side as you head back to the elevator. Using your sword, you begin prying open the doors to the shaft. "I see you have been diligent in your studies and experimentation during my absence."
"Uh-huh.... I've peen practicing my Restoration and Destruction skills. I think I've made a decent impro- Master.... what are you trying to do?" She asks.
After struggling with the internal machinery that keeps the shaft sealed, you pause and look between the girl and the emergence release button on the wall behind her. "I refuse to waste ten minutes in a box when we can simply fly instead." Using Telekinesis, you depress the button without alerting her to your absentmindedness.
You hear her slap a hand to her forehead as you leap into the hole. "I should have thought of this." Her voice echoes from behind you. You give her a superior look, causing her to puff out her cheeks and pout. It doesn't take long for the two of you to reach your intended floor, startling a pair of young men who were waiting outside the doors as you emerge. Their alarmed shouts draw looks of confusion from all around, but you ignore them and lead your apprentice to the foundry.
"Has anything interesting happened while I was... indisposed?" You ask, threading your way through the hustle and bustle of working personnel.
You hear your apprentice squeak and turn to see her glaring at the back of an obviously lost man. "Blind idiot, who just runs around without watching where they're going?" She grumbles before remembering your question. "Oh, um... I'm not sure... After I healed a bunch of the commoners they wouldn't leave me alone. Cattleya made some crude jests that have me concerned that she's being corrupted and as for the other Heavies, Espin- Erm... I've mostly been avoiding them and practicing magic until that woman found me blowing up targets." She admits sheepishly, her cheeks flushing for some odd reason as you enter the foundry.
Gathered around a table in an adjacent office are Shen and Vahlen, various subordinates flitting about the main room between computers and swinging mechanical arms. Moira somehow manages to notice your arrival, despite the fact that she was looking the other way and the machinery is loud enough to drown out the noise of the doors. Waving you over, she motions for you to join them at the table, diagrams and measurements becoming visible on said table as you approach.
"Welcome back, I see you brought a guest." Raymond greets you, extending a hand to Louise with a gentle smile. "A pleasure to meet the lovely young lady everyone's talking about."
"I'd prefer if they would keep their opinions to themselves." She grumbles, gingerly placing a hand in his. You watch in amusement as your apprentice expects him to kiss her hand and gets vigorously shaken instead. Bewildered, Louise stares down at her arm when he releases it, clearly not understanding what just happened.
Doctor Vahlen impatiently taps at the table, drawing everyone's attention. "If we are done wasting time on pleasantries, I believe we had a reason for this meeting."
"Yes, you're correct... though it wouldn't hurt you if you tried to relax for a moment, young lady." Shen complains, sighing when the doctor stares at him with unblinking eyes. Even though her expression doesn't change, you get the distinct impression she's imagining something unpleasant for the old man. "Right... Cynric, Miss Valliere, if you would direct your attention here." He gestures to the diagrams on the table.
"Thanks to that fascinating serpent, we have been able to gather quite the assortment of alien technologies and materials in the aftermath of it's battles. Frankly, we're having more trouble transporting and storing it all than we are with the aliens themselves. Regardless of difficulties, however, our teams in research and engineering are working tirelessly to improve our understanding of the invaders' technology." Vahlen explains, eyes gleaming at the mention of the creature you conjured. "We've even increased our recruitment to help with the overflow of research projects."
Shen nods in agreement and lifts one of the diagrams. "Take our armor for example. Before the base was attacked, one of our teams had just finished production on a set of equipment that utilizes the scarce amounts of the aliens' unique alloys that we were able to salvage and another was designed when Miss Valliere here captured that UFO.Both are now completely obsolete. With our new surplus, we have enough material to refit every screw and bulkhead on base without hitting a shortage. We are also being forced to redesign many of our weapons systems and power sources as new discoveries are made faster than we can implement them." Comparing the one in his hands with one labeled 'Carapace armor' and another labeled 'Titan', you can easily see that the unnamed design in his hands is significantly larger. The size comparison between the suit and a basic human outline looks like a Bosmer trying to climb in a set of armor made for an above average Nord. "Rather than continually shuffle through new variants of armor systems, I've decided to simply design for the material's maximum theoretical protection and flexibility."
Both pause to look at at you and Vahlen sighs, "Which is where you come in. Raymond here can design all the armored shells he likes, but as I have told him before, we do not have the capability to manufacture his designs. The Power requirements are absurd and the weight of such a system is... prohibitive to say the least. It simply won't function without adding a specially designed motive system, which itself would require an advanced computing device and kinesthetic interface to allow the freedom of movement he desires. If you have any suggestions, I'm sure everyone would like to hear them, I would prefer to complete this project and return to other matters that require my attention."
Choose 1:
[] Implement dwemer automaton research.
[] Offer to enchant each suit with Feather to reduce weight, hopefully it will be enough.
[] Maybe the alien alloy is strong enough to withstand a daedric binding.
[] Refuse to help, they already have designs for good enough armor.
[] Write in.
Choose 1:
[] Continue assisting Shen-
[] Weapons development.
[] Ship design.
[] Write in.
[] Ship design.
[] Write in.
[] Go see the Commander.
[] Write in.
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A/N: Can't put my finger on why, but this chapter was refusing to cooperate and I had to edit it a lot. I may have missed something. Oh and thanks to Carrie Weston, Louise has the idea for her explosions spell variant, but she hasn't tested it.
PieceThruWar
Not an eldritch abomination
- Location
- The Server Farm
She looks like she's using magic... Overwatch has a lot of comic book style pseudoscience, doesn't it?