Alchemical Solutions [Worm/Exalted] Thread 9: Icon’s Idiosyncrasies Incite Irritating Inquisition

.IronSun. · Apr 25, 2014

NotAlwaysFanfic said:
TL;DR it's a whole slew of issues and isn't contributing to the thread.

New Topic! What would Aisha's Alchemical name be?

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landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

Stormseed said:
Maybe put them up now - others might catch something.

Did veekie or Rca have others look at theirs before posting them? I'm curious.

RCa · Apr 25, 2014

landcollector said:
Did veekie or Rca have others look at theirs before posting them? I'm curious.

Nope. Veekie and I used to post analysis around the same time and we'd each have some the other missed, actually.

Peanuckle said:
Her power is canonically named Negotiator, by the same sources we use for Queen Administrator and others.

Inference Engine is Biigoh's name for it, and it took off because everyone loves GQ.

It's also a little more logical/direct than Negotiator.

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

RCa said:
Nope. Veekie and I used to post analysis around the same time and we'd each have some the other missed, actually.

Ah, thank you. I'll just proceed with my current plan then.

CatOnTheWeb · Apr 25, 2014

Negotiate
1 [ no obj. ] try to reach an agreement or compromise by discussion with others: his government's willingness to negotiate.
• [ with obj. ] obtain or bring about by negotiating: he negotiated a new contract with the sellers.

2 [ with obj. ] find a way over or through (an obstacle or difficult path): there was a puddle to be negotiated.

Tattletale's shard was a information sharing shard, something the Entities used to communicate back and forth, just like the Queen Administrator was used to administrate the shards. Also, Negotiator does work for Tattletale's power, after all, it helps her negotiate her way through life. It's not a perfect fit, but it works better than Inference Engine, which only suits Tattletale's power, rather than her shard.

RCa · Apr 25, 2014

NotAlwaysFanfic said:
Tattletale's shard was a information sharing shard, something the Entities used to communicate back and forth, just like the Queen Administrator was used to administrate the shards.

Where did you get that they used it to communicate? I was pretty sure it's the one we see in the fight-vision, used to fill in the gaps in precognition.

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

Just talked to Gromweld, he said to go ahead and post the roll checks. This and the next three of my posts are going to be loooooooooooong.

4.3 The Battle For Brockton Bay: The Cavalry

Just as you're about to reach his maximum range, however, dozens of capes suddenly appear in a flash of light below you, arrayed in a defensive 'V' formation. At their head, Narwhal, the greatest forcefield user in the world, a nearly-seven foot tall woman in a shimmering bodysu-

Successful Lore (Parahumans) check.

No, those are scale-sized forcefields all around her body. Well, that certainly explains how she gets so much… lift for her assets. The two-foot long horn of curled, shimmering forcefields atop her head almost distracts from her otherwise-naked appearance.

Awareness, success.

The cacophonous shockwaves and rumblings of the fight down the street increase as beams of brilliant blue and eye-searing red streak down to coincide with Alexandria's most recent impact, heralding the appearance of Legend – the world's greatest laser-wielding artillery – and Eidolon – the man with every power in the world, but only three at a time. You had an idea to loan Eidolon and Legend your Incomparable Efficiency Upgrade, but you're not certain you'd last long enough to get close to them at the moment, what with the wild display of powers filling the air around them.

Another successful Lore (Parahumans) check.

Your consciousnesses are so busy pouring over your mental lists of capes present, trying to catalog their powers and affiliations, and hoping that they rapidly get over the terror your anima display is causing, that the lone consciousness you have dedicated to body control barely reacts in time to avoid getting blasted out of the sky by another arc of superheated plasma. The bolt surges through your suit and sears into your skin through the many layers of ablative coating, before continuing on its path to blast out a sizable chunk of an low-rent apartment complex farther up the street.

Looks like a failed Dodge check here. Ouch.

Your suit's computers wink out briefly, but long enough to send you tumbling as you reel, twitching in agony from hundreds of thousands of volts that just coursed through your frame. Enough of your threads of consciousnesses are able to bear through the pain to guide your corkscrewing body away from the lightposts and streetlights as you tumble towards the pavement, giving your suit's computers time to kick in and right your flight trajectory.

Successful Resistance and Athletics rolls?

As the lingering twitches in your limbs and neck subside, you don't feel too much worse – about the same as when you were shot on Monday, really. This surprises you, as you honestly thought you'd be a goner if any of Behemoth's bolts hit you. Could you have been tanking hits like this to let people escape the shelters? Did you not take as much damage because you were airborne and in a quasi-Faraday cage? Or, more likely, was the fact that you were near Behemoth's range limit save you this time?

Hmmm, a failed Lore check?

This time, you make certain to duck down in between a few buildings before slowing your pace. As you do so, the enormous Dragonsuit navigates its descent to keep a few hundred feet apart – your form still pouring out streaks of blue-and-black lightning, acrid black plumes of smoke, and the echoing, whispered cries of tortured souls fills the air around you, so you suspect Dragon doesn't want her suit to freak out like everyone else did as you passed over their heads.

Either Awareness or Occult here. Either way, a success.

Not even a minute into your flight, your re-established swarm senses discover that the more populated districts of Brockton Bay are now almost hopelessly swamped with panicked civilians still struggling to get to shelters. PRT and Emergency Response helicopters whirl overhead, broadcasting directions to people streaming into Endbringer shelters. All the usual fliers and notices repeat that people must only carry what they need to live with them to the shelters (medical equipment, primarily), but as always you see people carrying pets, luggage, and even computer towers or TVs.

Awareness (Swarms), success.

As you streak high through the air to avoid terrifying more people with your still-active anima, you occasionally notice Movers – mostly teleporters – popping in and out of the crowd to help break up congestion in areas and get people that are losing their senses back to reality.
*snip*
Something worth checking when you get to PRT Headquarters.

a failed Occult roll, I think.

[Comprehension.][Satisfaction.][Frustration.][Anticipation.]

You have a number of different questions for Iris at this moment, but deference to his current train thought will most likely provide you the greatest results in the smallest amount of time.

"Clarify objective of search. Please. Walls authorized for written explanation."

[Comprehension.][Satisfaction.][Incomprehension.][Agreement.]

Successful Awareness and Presence (Swarms) rolls.

"Clarification of term: Cradle. Please."

*snip*

"1700 yards West. 400 yards North. Winslow High School. Central building. First floor. Locker 823."

[Comprehension.][Satisfaction.][Resolution.]

Investigation (?) and Presence (Swarms) rolls.

As you move closer, the entirety of the staging area expands into your subconscious senses, showing the primary hub of activity to be closer towards the PRT HQ itself, a large tent extending from the wall of the faded-white building to cover most of the parking lot not already owned by the extension of the PRT HQ's medical wing.
*snip*
As you subconsciously direct more insects towards the list, all six consciousnesses in your mind cast aside their other tasks to focus on the digital cenotaph.

Awareness (Swarms) and/or Survival (Swarms) rolls. Success either way.

But your mind cares little for the hopes, dreams, and families lost in this brutal calculus of war. No, that would be a waste of their sacrifice to sink down, hug your knees to your chest, and weep - like you see Panacea doing behind the medical tent. Those still in the command center tent are grim and strung-out, and you can already see the pressure of the task before them wearing down upon their shoulders.

Compassion failure.

You begin a small loop around the area, high above the floodlight-lit camps that squat against the PRT Headquarters. Your mind is calculating the names and faces you saw gathered in the large mass that teleported to battle Behemoth, reviewing known abilities and combat tactics. In your split consciousnesses, you group capes with similar powers, or maybe design small squads based on specific tactics, or even just allow some capes the freedom to cut loose like they've never done before. But by the time you have swept the seven blocks all around the PRT Headquarters and filled the sky with millions of insects, you are finally ready to bring your knowledge to bear on the battle at-hand.

Lots of things happening here. Successful Lore (Parahumans) roll, Awareness roll, maybe War (swarms)?

Alighting atop the PRT Headquarters, you have your sky-blanketing swarm fan out to give you total coverage of your Shard of Perfect Administration's range, and then solidify the extra mass of bugs a half-dozen swarm-clones. Bringing them to flank you as you hover down into the camp, you are unsurprised by the startled exclamations and shouts at your approach.

War (Swarms) and/or Survival (Swarms) here, success.

You turn your head and nod at him, your six swarm clones nodding as well. *snip*
This gets a nod from the officer, who steps back and motions you through

Presence + Reputation (Wards)?

It takes you a split-second to put together her name and powers from Parahumans Online and the internal PRT Parahuman Database.

"WCM. Villain. Close-range electricity manipulation, Striker/Thinker 4. You are aiding Dragon with coordination."

Her smile strains a bit more, but her tone doesn't change a bit.

Investigation and/or Lore (Parahumans) success.

Unfortunately, the moment several of the capes in the tent turn your way, you can immediately see some react with a twitch, spasm, or grimace - likely a sign of their Thinker powers going haywire just trying to analyze you. You keep your distance from WCM, as her powers reportedly work through touch, which is easier said than done with the way she's casually tapping people around her in a manner that would be comforting to those unaware of her lesser-known power: the ability to override nervous systems just as easily as she manipulates computers and other electronics.

Lore (Parahumans).

You've already surreptitiously tagged every person in and around the command tent with a few flies,
*snip*
You're uncertain if your anima display will burst back into terror-inducing mode if you spend anything at the moment, so you refrain from tossing out Incomparable Efficiency Upgrade to speed things along with the other six Thinkers in the huddle: WCM, Tattletale, Delphi, Lilume, Moonrune, and Khandra.

War (Swarms) failure, I think. And possible Occult failure as well. Temperance success maybe?

Focusing on the printed map of Brockton Bay proper, your two marker-filled hands trace the paths of your flight and Behemoth's destruction with blue and red, respectively, the markers handed to you by Tattletale when you started speaking. When you reach the Boat Graveyard in your tale, you shift over to the more detailed, blown-up roadmap of the northeast Docks and continue marking your path. There are a few comments from the Thinkers - mostly Tattletale, who looks almost sorrowful when her eyes flit over to you - while you recount every dodged strike, every decision made, every obliterated house, apartment complex, store, church, or factory.

Successful War roll I think.

Almost in time with your armband's activation, the Casualty List flickers behind you briefly and updates itself. Your focus remains on the battle map as you draw the path dictated by the new casualties' locations, but you spare three mental threads to review the lost powers and what it means for the battle moving forward.

Possible Compassion failure? Conviction success though.

Through your full helmet, your Lie Detector reads the statement as True. You nod, considering your dwindling essence reservoirs.
*snip*
"What does this power of yours do, Weaver? Those you've used it on thus far have shown incredible gains in their abilities, but you must understand that the legacy of Teacher is hard one to forget."

Presence, minimal success, with Eidolon?

Teacher, the supervillain Thinker with the ability to bestow other Thinker powers on people. His gifts were great, allowing even a normal, average-intelligence individual to soar with the highest Thinkers for a time, but ultimately it was discovered that his 'blessings' allowed him direct mental control of the beneficiary. Now imprisoned in the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center - the "Birdcage" - his legacy as the only parahuman to be able to hand out Thinker powers has been a thorn in your side since you revealed your own abilities.

Lore (Parahumans) roll.

You have difficulty reading Eidolon through his costume,
*snip*
Turning his head briefly to his Triumvirate partner, his tone is unusually light, almost disbelieving.

Presence, success.

His awed, reverent murmur is caught in a strangled gasp as he lifts a shuddering finger to point at you.

"Wha-"

Your swarm provides the sensory feedback before you feel it yourself, giving you enough warning to accelerate your mind to deal with the attack.

Awareness (Swarms), success?

Your various consciousnesses are too busy directing the masses of parahumans attempting to rally after Behemoth's sneak attack to ponder your father (now calling himself "Cenotaph"), his words, or his betrayal. You only tangentially noted his slinking, shadowy form pass out of range of your swarm sense, your multi-tasking through your swarm being pushed to its limits as you attempt to coordinate the parahumans left standing from the PRT Headquarters' explosion.

War (swarms) success? Also, sounds like an Awareness (Swarms) failure here.

Unfortunately, it appears your immunity to random powers applies to Strider's teleportation power as well, leaving you alone to face a roaring, rampaging Behemoth who still has a struggling Alexandria in his right hand. Judging by the condition of her costume, he appears to have been using her as some kind of digging aid - not that he needed it.

Investigation, success?

Still dripping with somehow-harmless molten rock, you clumsily attempt to dodge Behemoth's lightning bolts for a almost a full minute before slamming into a toppled building. As you try to regain your speed and altitude, Behemoth seizes the opportunity with a nearly point-blank, double-handed attack, drilling two massive blasts of electrical current straight to your chest. Even your accelerated mind struggles to keep up with what is happening when the force of the bolts sends you spiraling out of control and into the bay.

Dodge and Athletics rolls.

Ironically, the magma from Behemoth's eruption saves your life, disintegrating while absorbing the majority of the bolts' harmful energies.
*snip*
Before anyone can react to your orders, however, Behemoth raises his arms in a show of rage and triumph, roars a bone-rattling challenge, then rears back for the start of a charge… until he is blasted off his feet by an almost equally-massive, flame-wreathed metal dragon.

War (Swarms).

With your swarm, you can see the assembled parahumans pause in their readied actions as they take in this latest development.
*snip*
Eidolon down, BA-24.

Oops. A Temperance failure, I guess.

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

Number 2!

4.6 The Battle For Brockton Bay: The Cataclysm

Your six-fold consciousnesses are so focused on re-establishing a link with Iris and analyzing the scene below that you nearly forget Alexandria's stoic presence keeping you aloft. The pain from her grip on your dislocated arm and the pressure of her chest against your cracked ribs was dismissed minutes ago as wasteful and irrelevant, so it's left to her voice to break you from your reverie.

Awareness failure? Resistance success.

As you speak, you feel your essence reservoirs fill just enough to power your Essence Sight Oculars.
*snip*
Alexandria twitches slightly as the massive ghostly Design Weaver seems to wrap its arms around her, but your focus is on the crater below you.

Occult success.

Alexandria makes no motion to respond, instead simply accelerating downwards hard enough to remind you of your injuries. You grit your teeth and shove the rolling waves of pain from your crippling wounds away, just in time for Alexandria to come level with where Winslow once stood.

Resistance success.

Sharpening your gaze as you build a mental model of the former school's interior, you motion for Alexandria
*snip*
Instead, you are reminded of one of your earliest Geometry lessons with Mrs. Halfax, where she gave an overview of the basic dimensions.

Investigation and Lore checks.

Is this the entry point Autochthon used to deliver and retrieve your soulgem?

*snip*

"Nowhere?"

"Clarification: Present universe."

Occult success. Possible Temperance failure.

In the moment of silence that follows, you continue analyzing the Cradle and how it relates to your charge from Autochthon.
*snip*
If so, then they'd certainly need a way to keep themselves steady - your own suit's movements still need work, so you would not want to risk a strong gust of wind ruining the procedure.

Possible Occult failure.

Though one of your consciousnesses suggests it, the others are unanimously against testing your hypothesis on Alexandria right now - who is still carrying you by your arms, though appears to have finished mulling over your last explanation if her stern expression morphing into a slight frown is any indication.

Temperance success. Thank GOD for that.

"Essence?"

"Uncertainties regarding complete definition. Current hypothesis: energy type previously unseen in current universe, allows for complete redefinition of physical laws and causality."

Occult failure.

"This… Cradle generates essence? And is exploitable?"
*snip*
The question, then, is how to efficiently convey that this is a matter you are not yet suited to discuss.

Possible Occult success, but Temperance failure as well.

Alexandria's over-the-head visor does little to hide her scowl at your comment, but before you can attempt to clarify the matter, your 360-degree vision notices the ground around you… heave upwards.

"UP! NOW!"

Awareness success.

You had heard that buildings taller than thirty stories needed specific Endbringer reinforcement, so for a building like that to crack so quickly…

Investigation or Lore, not sure which.

As you streak through the sky in Alexandria's arms, less than a minute after the quake started, the world below you slowly ceases its chaotic throes.
*snip*
- even through the billowing clouds of ash, smoke, and dust you are able to direct Alexandria back to the defensive line at the ruins of your old home.

Awareness success?

"Orbit? No, nevermind - save it for later. Behemoth just released the equivalent of a hydrogen bomb under Brockton Bay. We're calling for a county-wide evacuation."

"Unacceptable. Must save Brockton Bay."

"I'm sorry, Weaver. If we had more warning, maybe we could have done something, but from all the data we're getting from the early-warning systems, coupled with what the remaining Thinkers have said, in less than an hour anyone within at least ten miles of Brockton Bay will be dead."

Presence failure.

"Unacceptable. Eidolon? Legend?"

"Eidolon has already started teleporting people in shelters out, as has Strider. Everyone else is still on the beach helping the survivors of Noelle's attack or helping evacuate shelters into the few aircraft the PRT could divert in time."

"Unaccep-"

"Weaver."

Alexandria cuts your statement off, her hands tensing under your arms just enough to give you pause from the wash of pain. Dragon's voice is still tense, but you detect a hint of pain - sorrow - in her voice.

Possibly another Presence failure, and a possible Resistance failure as well.

From Dragon's report on the information gathered so far, you know there is a massive collection of energy already released underground by Behemoth.
*snip*
With the projected numbers from the report, you would then need to somehow contain the equivalent of an already-detonated hydrogen bomb.

A series of Lore successes here.

Each of your minds is still wasting precious cycles pushing back the pain coursing through your frame, so could you do any better right now?

Resistance success, if only barely.

This universe is cold, uncaring, and impartial.

It cares not for one's hopes or desires, and the strength of one's will is not enough to make their victory assured.

No…

Not yet.

But soon.

Behemoth may have won this Battle, but They Will Not Win This War.

Conviction and/or Integrity success(es).

Twenty minutes into your sweeping of Endbringer shelters, you have identified four shelters that have already collapsed, ten with more than one hundred survivors within, thirteen with more than four hundred, and two with almost a thousand.
*snip*
Nor do you give any preference to the shelters in which you recognize faces: former peers from Winslow, several of the cheerleaders from Clarendon, Mr. Gladly, Principal Haggis, Sally from Winslow, Joey from the Outcasts, Emma Barnes and her family.

Awareness or Investigation rolls. Successes either way. Also, Resistance rolls to avoid passing out, success. Temperance success on not gathering swarms.[/quote]

You do not waste valuable fresh air to ask if anyone you know has made it out alive, as the sky is now more smoke, fire, and dust than it is breathable oxygen

Temperance success.

After three straight collapsed shelters you finally find another large, sturdy shelter with survivors - over four hundred sprawled on the ground, clinging to each other for safety as the ground around them heaves and shakes - when Legend's voice rings through your armband and the digital map turns to a blank, bright red.

Investigation. A success here after several failures with the collapsed shelters.

Even at your nearly-supersonic speeds, the expanding shockwave of superheated air hits you both hard enough to send Alexandria into a tumble. Though she tries to keep you shielded with her body, with a wrenching crack your right arm breaks under her strained grip.

And then there is nothing.

Resistance roll to avoid passing out from the pain and injuries, pretty much an auto-failure.

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

Number 3! This and the next one were tough for me.

5.3

Closing the door behind you, a quick shift between your power armor and your dress costume - without revealing your Alchemical form, now that you've had some practice with the swap - allows you to fit into the dust-stained chair without crushing the flimsy aluminum furniture.

Temperance.

The position allows you to see the Director's dirty and haggard face through towers of paperwork surrounding her, and your diagnostic scans confirm your hypothesis: the Director is in dire need of rest and medical aid.

Medical success? And with no dots in it either...

Your experience with Director Piggot leads you to believe that stating such would only induce anger and resistance in the stubborn PRT Director, so you remain silent and focus instead on feeding the local parasitic insects to the spiders you've been collecting.

Another Temperance success, and a Survival (Swarms) roll as well.

Several thoughts come to your mind regarding proper bureaucratic procedure, but you detect that the Director is speaking aloud for her own benefit and ultimately decide to continue your silence.

Maybe a Bureaucracy roll, definitely a Temperance success though.

You maintain eye contact, but you only nod in recognition of her statement. It is clear that she disagrees with this chain of events, so reiterating such would add nothing to the conversation and only prolong it further.

Another Temperance success. We're batting good on those right now.

"Your transfer papers. Be quick about it, we have other business."

*snip*

Formal conclusion of your probationary membership in the Wards, instating you as a full member of the Wards.

A series of Bureaucracy rolls.

Despite not needing to, you look up at Director Piggot. She notices the movement out of the corner of her eye, looks to you, then the paperwork in front of you, then back to you.

"Problem, Hebert?"

Your minds consider methods for properly articulating your gratitude for the recognition of your abilities and accomplishments, ultimately deciding on the least-offensive response.

"Negative."

Temperance.

The rest of the legalese is perfunctory, save two items near the end: recruitment bonuses for Sakura Yakamoto and Saki Yakamoto, each totalling $2,500 - which both go into your Trust Fund, as usual.
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"Dragon and Miss Militia deferred the bonuses to you. Dragon said you were the ones that brought them to her attention, but Miss Militia didn't say why she turned it down."

More Bureaucracy rolls.

"More recruits for the cult of Weaver. They'll be headed with you to Philadelphia, as that's where Miss Militia is transferring."

Blinking, you shake your head.

"Negative. Prayer not received.

Possible Occult success, but there goes our string of successes for Temperance. This Temperance roll was probably a failure.

You stand up and quickly shift back to your power armor, then open a channel to Director Piggot's headset. Blurring into invisibility in a wave of distorted air as your Optical Shroud engages, you disable the external speakers on your suit and test the headset connection by issuing a warning to the Director.

"Personality reminiscent of Clockblocker. Vulgar language. Self-esteem issues stemming from educational deficiencies. Hypothesis: problematic behavior due to lack of attention from parental units. Power removes, blocks memories of existence, compounds problem."

Investigation and/or Awareness.

Your bugs note the procession as it makes its way through the tent/building, having come from a waiting room on the other side of the structure: Miss Militia, Armsmaster, and two fully-armored PRT officers escorting the unrestrained young black girl. You note the young Stranger has been given a chance to use the sonic and chemical wash to clean up, but from her expression you gather that she is both wary of the attention and a bit smug that she deserves it.

Awareness (Swarms), success.

A flash of outrage and hurt flashes through Aisha's face, the young Stranger looking almost ready to bolt from the table before a thought stops her. Through gritted teeth, Aisha growls out an accusation at the stone-faced PRT Director.

Valor roll for Aisha here, I think.

"Since our time is limited, I will keep this focused on what we need to know right now: was Panacea coerced, restrained, or otherwise unnaturally abducted when the Undersiders left the refugee camp with her?"
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"Uh… I guess? TT was gettin' real jittery all this mornin', sayin' that we… they… needed to get Panacea the fuck outta Dodge. Regent was bitchin' that they didn't have any reason to do jack without a paycheck, but TT and br-… Grue… said they'd figure something out once they bounced."

Piggot's Investigation opposing Aisha's Presence I think.

"And do you have any idea why Tattletale would fear Panacea becoming unstable?"
*snip*
"Oh... oh, shit. Uh, I don't think it's that bad, but… ok, yeah, I guess that'd explain why TT was gettin' real antsy. Fuck. Pan's pretty chill, too."

*facepalm* Good going Aisha. Temperance failure, maybe a botch even.

Almost immediately, Aisha opens her mouth to retort in indignation but no sound comes out as she cuts herself off halfway.
*snip*
"Nope. She was gettin' better over the last few days, and my bro and TT are makin' sure it'll work."

A Temperance success for Aisha here, though.

Director Piggot closes the door behind her, just as you feel Aisha's power wash through the area and cause the Director blink slightly.
*snip*
"Fuckin' bullshit. Can't even use my power like I want to."

Interesting. Either a Temperance or Awareness success for Aisha.

"Enough, Weaver."

The two Protectorate members startle slightly at the declaration and your sudden appearance in a haze of bent light, but quickly recover as the Director resumes speaking almost immediately.

Stealth Checks were likely being made through much of the meeting with Piggot and Aisha, later including Miss Militia and Armsmaster.

"New Wave was hiding this from us? In our own city?"

As the Director frowns and opens her mouth to reply, you voice a thought that has been running through a few of your minds since Aisha's revelation. Specifically regarding some of Panacea's comments during her two visits to your bedside.

"Hypothesis: only Panacea aware of power extent. Ancillary hypothesis: fear of reveal, abuse of power significant factor in mental duress."

All three look to you as you speak, though Miss Milita seems to be the first one that picks up on what you're saying first, her voice tinged with a mixture of wonder and sorrow.

"You think she's been holding it in all this time? That… could explain some of her behavior in the past…"

A successful series of Presence rolls to convince MM, AM, and Piggot. It's not Socialize, otherwise Panacea would have had a signed and issued Kill Order on her head.

"Shadow Stalker's real name is Sophia Hess."
*snip*
"It's not one I ever plan on implementing, or ever needing to put in motion again. We've already begun taking a closer eye on Ward behavior in schools and found a few cases that were almost as bad as yours. I'm sure you're aware of how bad this can make the PRT and Wards program look if it gets out, and how much we can't afford to take that kind of reputation hit."

This section is pretty much a series of opposed rolls I think. Taylor's Investigation against Piggot's Presence.

"There's too many questions flying around about you, Weaver. Now, I know you're not Taylor Hebert. Hell, you might not even be a real parahuman. Either way, I don't care. If the rest of the capes under my command had been anywhere near as proficient as you, we might have been able to turn things around in Brockton Bay years ago."

You blink, but refrain from protesting your identity. Nothing you say will change the stubborn Director's mind at this point, so you merely give her a brisk nod. She nods in return, then continues her attempt to see through your helmet as she finishes her speech.

Successful Awareness or Investigation roll(s?) on Piggot's part. Succesful Temperance roll on Taylor's.

You note Aisha, the Twins, and Vista have begun observing your conversation, with only Gallant having turned around to look at Weld… who has begun to stammer and clasp his hands together, rubbing his right palm with his left thumb.

Awareness success for Taylor, Presence or Socialize failure for Weld.

conversations with Aegis, Weld, and Battery

Socialize rolls?

From the devious looks you are receiving from the rest of the female Wards, however, you begin to suspect that the ride will contain more diversions than culinary excursions.

Awareness, maybe Investigation as well.

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

Number 4! Last one. I hope I did at least half-way decent on these.

5.4 Philadelphia Road Trip: We'll Get There When We Get There

Inside your van, the bench-style seating on either side has divided the inhabitants into two camps - Missy, Aisha, and the Twins on one side, yourself and Battery on the other. While Battery has thus far kept to herself, casting sly glances at the other side's occupants while she otherwise attends to details on her touchscreen phone, you have kept your eyes closed and focused on the insects passing through your range of control as the van moves along. Dedicating two of your consciousnesses towards accurately gauging the van's speed by the rate at which they enter and leave your sphere of insect-omniscience, you have thus far determined the van is only crawling along at less than thirty miles per hour.

Likely a series of Awareness (Swarms) rolls. An Investigation roll as well, maybe, with the speed determination.

Rather than mind the conversation itself, four of your consciousnesses focus on analyzing (surreptitiously, through your 360-degree vision augmentation) the body language and facial patterns of the girls as they huddle together. Missy's casual application of her power to bend the space inside the van makes your attempts to study the teenaged quartet more difficult than it would normally be, but their occasional glances at you provide enough glimpses at their forms for you to establish suitable hypotheses.

Awareness.

As the van reaches a main road the ride smooths out considerably, your driver no longer needing to avoid the large piles of ash that have coalesced on the less-traveled side-streets. Within a few moments, however, both Philadelphia-bound vans catch up with the snow plow that is clearing the road - likely having been called in by the PRT - and are thus stuck behind the slowly-moving vehicle as it clears the way for your trip. While snow plows were rarely needed in Brockton Bay due to the warm winters, your insect-derived sight confirms your suspicions: the snow plow's heavy, chain-laced tires are completely encased within accumulated volcanic ash, dramatically reducing even the massive road-clearer's ability to traverse the soot-covered roadways safely.

Awareness (Swarms).

You settle into your bench, tighten the security restraints that serve as your seatbelt, and lean back to let your head rest on the protective padding along the wall. While the seating was primarily designed for fully-armored PRT officers and heroes, it only takes a few minutes to adjust the straps to provide suitable support for your frame; while not the most comfortable seat in which you've rested, you ultimately are able to fade into a meditative state after turning all of your consciousnesses towards reviewing several academic books contained within your Elsewhere storage: simple subjects, such as game theory, fluid dynamics, and underwater basket weaving.

Linguistics, maybe? Don't know why Taylor's looking at underwater basket weaving though...

"Close eyes. Calm emotions. Providing Thinker Augmentation."

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Briefly, you feel the pressure of Aisha's power increase on your mind multiple times over before Industrial Survival Frame negates it, but the sensations confirm one of your hypothesis. Aisha's wide-eyed reaction as her consciousness splits is expected, but her quick scowl of frustration causes you to blink.

"What. The. Hell. Did. You. Do?"

Temperance failure.

As the twenty-something PR head bustles your group up and into the diner-on-wheels, you note several TV crews and reporters off to the filming the event.

Awareness.

As your vision snaps back into normalcy, you observe the behavior of your fellow Wards as they mill around the outside of the meal truck.
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You keep this discovery to yourself.

Temperance?

Through the insects - mostly cockroaches and termites - strewn throughout the base, you note that the rooms are far less furnished or spacious than the guest room you called your home for the past few weeks.

Awareness (Swarms) or Investigation.

you understand that physical contact can be reassuring during times of emotional duress.

Compassion, a success.

While you are tempted to display your Iconic Anima to emphasize your next statement, you decide that this point should be handled without the use of terror-inducing displays of Alchemical power.

Temperance, a success.

When you broach the subject of demonstrating the diversity of the insects found in the forests not twenty yards from the road's edge, you are forced to agree to avoid showcasing wasps, hornets, or spiders. Only after explaining that the insects within your range are completely and utterly under your control, and that you have no problem manipulating a potentially-unlimited number of insects without any falloff does Battery consent to opening the passenger-side window to allow the first specimen inside.

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As the van moves along and you pick up more striking specimens, you continue to recite what statistics you remember for each of the species on display. Eventually you extrude your helmet to access the van's wireless network, allowing you to do quick searches to correct or add on to previous statements while also reminding you to keep alert for particularly vibrant insects such as the Augochlora Sweat Bee.

Investigation.

By the time the subject of lunch rolls around, you have covered the ceiling and walls of the van's interior with Monarch Butterflies, Blue Dashers, Common Green Darners, and other colorful fliers.
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For Who, you have been acting out a kung-fu showdown between a pair of brown Chinese Mantid. Your understanding of martial arts is limited, but your recollection of several black-and-white kung-fu movies from when you were a child appears to be enough to entertain the young Stranger.

Performance and Survival (Swarms).

Recalling your own dabbling with the crabs below the Protectorate Headquarters, you consider the merit of using your Shard of Perfect Administration to maintain a farm of the highly-desired seafood delicacy; at upwards of twenty dollars per pound, and each female lobster potentially generating tens of thousands of eggs per breeding cycle, your unique ability to shepherd the creatures could easily produce millions of dollars worth of crabs within a single year.
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You could certainly see your reputation the PRT accelerate greatly if you regularly provided world-class lobster to the organization's hardworking men and women.

Investigation.

After quickly scattering the colorful insects you gathered along the trip thus far - to many gasps of astonishment from both the male Wards (who were ignorant of your van's activities) and the observing civilians -

Performance?

Only when your mental struggle to deactivate your Shard of Perfect Administration charm persists for more than a instant do you begin to realize that it has somehow become significantly more difficult to deactivate the former parahuman power. Blinking under the mental strain, you almost feel the charm… fighting back before you manage to sever the Shard of Perfect Administration's link to your reservoirs of essence.

An opposed Conviction roll against SoPA, I think. A success, but still slightly concerning that a check even had to be made here.

However, as you consider the effects together, you calculate that they give your healthy pink skin a surreal, magical allure that will heighten your appeal; a satisfactory combination of form and function, so you resolve to keep them activated until you observe detrimental emotional reactions to your clearly-magical nature.

Performance.

Along that train of thought, you note that you still have yet to test whether Industrial Survival Frame is truly warding off Aisha's Stranger power. As you observe the rest of the Wards' outpouring of care for your perceived weakness - even Vista overcoming her hesitence around you from earlier - you ultimately determine that now is not the time to run such experiments.

Temperance.

Ultimately, however, she keeps near you as you work in the kitchen, your hands a blur of essence-fueled cooking implements as they recreate - and improve upon - each item in the restaurant's menu. Assault manages a running commentary to cover for your own reduced social capabilities, shooting down the crowd of reporters' many questions regarding your role in the Behemoth attack, your reactions to the loss of Brockton Bay, and the many calls by leading fashion designers to headline their upcoming spring fashion lines.

Craft(water), for cooking.

After quickly devouring the extra serving of the dish you prepared for the cooking staff, they immediately demanded that you remain in the kitchen until you taught them how to replicate the dish. This quickly transitioned to your eventual administration of the entire kitchen as you provided exact measurements and step-by-step instructions for each member of the cooking staff, turning the kitchen into a storm of activity as the restaurant rapidly began overflowing with customers.

Performance. Maybe Socialize as well.

After ensuring that everyone has used the restrooms before leaving, you all pile back into your PRT vans to much lamentation from the surrounding crowd of eager restaurant-goers, each hoping to try a dinner crafted by your omnitool-laden hands. You do not leave empty-handed, however, as the cooking staff allowed you to absorb a few choice lobster dishes that you had crafted - while not enough to feed the whole team, you calculate high odds for finding an opportune time to manifest a few mouth-watering, four-pound lobster dinners.

Larceny, I'm guessing?

FunkyEntropy · Apr 25, 2014

@ landcollector - that must have taken a lot of work. Good job!

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

FunkyEntropy said:
@ landcollector - that must have taken a lot of work. Good job!

Over 5 hours. Thank you.

RCa · Apr 25, 2014

I admit, my eyes glazed over. Most of it looked good! The only thing that jumped out at me was that Temperance is the Virtue that governs being honest regarding matters of importance, so stuff like "telling them about Autochthon" would I think be a Temperance success. Not that we would normally make a roll with Temperance 2, but Gromweld is using our Virtues as a working baseline for our personality so it's good to point it out.

landcollector · Apr 25, 2014

RCa said:
I admit, my eyes glazed over. Most of it looked good! The only thing that jumped out at me was that Temperance is the Virtue that governs being honest regarding matters of importance, so stuff like "telling them about Autochthon" would I think be a Temperance success. Not that we would normally make a roll with Temperance 2, but Gromweld is using our Virtues as a working baseline for our personality so it's good to point it out.

I understand. Imagine my eyes while doing it! I just hope I got enough of them right to get the full XP amount for each roll check.

Gore17 · Apr 26, 2014

charysa said:
Hm, does the rule also apply to non-underage characters? Like Colin & Dragon, or Chevalier & MM?

Maybe? If it's like the MLP-ban, even romantic relationships between characters might now be banned. It would depend on how the rules interpreted.

Gore17 · Apr 26, 2014

Jinnt said:
/facepalm Worm had romantic relationships as Canon.

Hell you can't even talk about one of the major characters (Amy) without the massive set of issues surrounding her being brainwashed to be in love with her sister.

Obviously since GG is dead this quest can avoid but we shouldn't have to it's insane. Also policy changes without telling anyone outside of handing out bans is just rediculous.

The whole Athene incident has made the mods very busy beavers, which is why they didn't put up the rule: they're rather busy, and it's a low priority task.

1986ctcel · Apr 26, 2014

Is this permanent or did the mods relax/rescind this policy after a certain amount of time for everyone in the mlp fandom to get the message or after enough bannings?

CatOnTheWeb · Apr 26, 2014

Stormseed said:
One thing that pisses me off is that apparently Fett banned Grom, and then resigned.

It's been like, two days since Grom got banned, right? I don't think Fett had decided he was to resign at that point. So he was still doing his job.

Amorous Intent · Apr 26, 2014

Gromweld said:
Aisha is a tough one to write for and still stay within the lines of America's Puritan Value System.

My god, you really don't get why you were banned for it, do you? It wasn't because of the events that happened. It was because you showed those events happening, and far more importantly, it was between a 14 year old and a 15 year old. If you'd done it as a conversation between the girls talking about what had happened that night with no specific detail and plenty of innuendo, you'd have been fine. If you'd had faded to black before anything explicit came up, you'd have been fine. If you'd written Aisha exactly as she was written in canon, you'd have been fine. Instead, you decided to show the events proper, and in a fanservicey way at that.

This isn't about staying within the lines of "America's Puritan Value System." You can write about child slavery and rape (EarthScorpion), rape and torture (Cpl_Facehugger), underage sex (EarthScorpion again), and more, if only you write very carefully and in a circumspect manner. Let's actually look at an example:

EarthScorpion said:
"Your magic is powerful," Wardes said, slowly slipping unfastening the front of her coat. "Can you help me get this off. I want to have a look at the burns on your arms. I can see your hands are hurt, and from the way you're moving..."

"Oh, of course." Wincing slightly, Louise pushed his fingers away, and with numb fingers undid the coat, letting it slide off her shoulders, leaving her in her torn nightdress, hastily donned breeches, and riding boots. "It does hurt," she admitted. "H-he was glowing like me, but... but I don't burn things. My fire is c-cold. His was hot."

The grey-eyed man made a noise of sympathy. "I always carry some burn balm with me," he said. "I've learned the hard way that fire mages hurt and those... men may not have been mages, but they still burn." There was a cooling sensation on her hands as he knelt before her, swaying with the motion of the boat, massaging a bluish paste from a small pot into her flesh, and the pain dimmed.

"Thank you."

"My dear Louise, I would be a terrible man if I did not offer my help to you." He shook his head, rising, to sit beside her again, his weight in the bed enough that she slid towards him. "We were attacked," he said, coldly.

"Yes."

"Such an attack? In La Rochelle? It will draw attention. I do not doubt that the Dragon Knights will be there within a day. Perhaps we will have answers as soon as we get back, and can attend the hangings of the monsters responsible, yes?"

Louise rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. "That would be nice," she said, a touch dreamily. She was, she realised, only covered by a torn, thin nightdress. But at the moment, that didn't seem so important. She was alive, by the grace of God...

"... and the power granted to you by Malfeas."

... and the power of the King, yes, whose very name made her feel warm and snug and giggly, and... after a moment's thought, she wrapped her arms around the solid, warm body of Viscount Wardes, who, from the inhalation of breath, seemed somewhat surprised by the sudden motion. After a second, though, his arms wrapped back around her thin body, bringing her closer, and shifting slightly, he shifted, bringing his face down to hers.

His beard and moustache were tickly as they kissed. Louise mashed her lips into his in an inexpert, unpracticed, and desperate way, holding onto him as if he was the only thing which kept her from falling off this ship, down into the deep, dark waters below to be lost without a trace.

{0}

In the anteroom, just outside the bedchamber, lay discarded packs and weapons.

"Well, I think my partner's getting lucky tonight." Resting against the wall, protruding slightly from its sheath, the ancient, pitted sword somehow managed to give off the distinct air that it was leering. "Good on him. What humans do to make more humans is just a degenerate, ineffective form of stabbing, and stabbing is the best thing ever!"

Here, we have Wardes, a late twenties to early thirties man, having sex with a 16 year old girl, and explicitly so. Later on, he makes it even more blatant that they had sex, with Louise worrying about pregnancy and so on. That said, it's not written to titillate. It exists because it's an important plot point, and it shows how slimy Wardes can be, exploiting a traumatized girl willing to reach out to the first person who shows her a little kindness. The scene shows how things came to sex, but it doesn't belabor the actual foreplay or sex.

EarthScorpion was actually reported for this scene, and Hollewander declared it to be within the rules of SB.

I'll be skipping over Cpl_Facehugger's stuff, mostly because I'm lazy, but also because he was actually a mod at the time he wrote it. I'm sure at least one person will accuse the mods of having special privileges, especially in light of the stunt the admins pulled with Athene. I'll stick to ES, who was only made a mod after he wrote these bits.

Let's look at ES' second fic:

EarthScorpion said:
His lips are cold and wet and seem to squirm against her skin like hagfish in a barrel at the market, but she would take this kiss over any which she has received since she arrived in thrice-cursed Dunwall.

EarthScorpion said:
I would grow thorny, she says, haltingly speaking half-remembered syllables. That way they would bleed if they touched me again.

These short excerpts from A Song for a Slave explicitly talk about the experiences of a child slave used for sex. But unlike Nanao-kun's gay rapeslave cumslut, or Psyckosama's mass child rape dungeon (the rather appropriately named Creeper's Quest), it didn't fetishize it or go into disturbingly lurid detail. In fact, in the wake of the latter quest, a number of members complained that you simply couldn't write about child slavery on SB. ES wrote the above to prove them wrong. He got reported, and once again the mods determined it was well within the rules.

Why was that? One, ES wasn't writing this with one hand down his pants, nor did he give off that impression. Two, he did the smart thing and avoiding constructing things in a way that would have required him to actually show the SB unfriendly things happening. Writing about two underaged girls getting up to skinship shenanigans isn't allowed on SB. That means you either have to invert the cardinal rule of "show, don't tell," or you have to write around it. It doesn't remotely mean you have to pretend it didn't happen. Your work will be better for the extra creative energy you spend figuring out how to work your idea to fit within the rules.

SB doesn't give a flying fuck about Puritan values. You could write about a gay polyamorous relationship, for all they care. They only care when you write the scenes as too pornographic (hint, hint, skinship is softcore porn).

On the other hand, the two most active BROB mods by far have resigned in protest, and the one person who actually reported your post (me) is planning on leaving SB for good for much the same reason. If the admins don't manage to pull off a Hail Mary soon, you could probably get away with writing outright porn. I would recommend you keep it within the lines, but at this point, I just don't care anymore.

If you want to post porn, I won't stop you. I'll be over at Sufficient Velocity with my bucket of popcorn.

.IronSun. · Apr 26, 2014

Props for haranguing Grom while he's banned and can't say anything back. /sarcasm

Amorous Intent · Apr 26, 2014

Jinnt said:
You could literally show Grom's scene on broadcast TV amorous.

You are basically saying teenagers can't ever touch each other on screen for anything other then violence or Disney reasons.

Only in Japan. Or did you miss the one girl groping the other girl?

Carrnage said:
You assume the scene was sexual.

I "assumed" nothing. I read what was there, and spotted the blatant sexual subtext. Just because one of the two characters involved is too autistic to realize it's sexual doesn't mean it isn't. Also, you should consider the fact that the mods agreed with my assessment.

.IronSun. · Apr 26, 2014

Plus going back to a post made FUCKING WEDNESDAY to crawl up his ass over.

Besides, that statement was made in response to this post:

FunkyEntropy said:
I can see, in hindsight, why some might have been worried about the "woken up by Aisha" scene containing objectionable material. While it's not explicit, one must keep in mind the implications of what was going on and the ages of those involved.

As a general rule of thumb, sticking to a Puritan value system is a solid way to avoid getting censored. Problems that arise from trying to stay in character with a person who actively drags that value system into a dark alley and gives it an atomic wedgie for the lolz are a legitimate issue. Grom's comment wasn't him bitching about [over]sensitive mods, it was A LEGITIMATE FUCKING ISSUE that he was working on resolving.

RCa · Apr 26, 2014

Amorous Intent said:
My god, you really don't get why you were banned for it, do you? It wasn't because of the events that happened. It was because you showed those events happening, and far more importantly, it was between a 14 year old and a 15 year old. If you'd done it as a conversation between the girls talking about what had happened that night with no specific detail and plenty of innuendo, you'd have been fine. If you'd had faded to black before anything explicit came up, you'd have been fine. If you'd written Aisha exactly as she was written in canon, you'd have been fine. Instead, you decided to show the events proper, and in a fanservicey way at that.

This isn't about staying within the lines of "America's Puritan Value System." You can write about child slavery and rape (EarthScorpion), rape and torture (Cpl_Facehugger), underage sex (EarthScorpion again), and more, if only you write very carefully and in a circumspect manner. Let's actually look at an example:

I admit, I haven't read all your linked examples. I'm going to focus on the Louise scene, because it's one you picked out but also the one I'm familiar with.

I consider the Louise scene, even with the fade-to-black, to be more sexual than a boob joke. I don't consider breast contact to immediately make things sexual. Others interpret things differently, which is why we have these problems. However, the Louise scene actually deals with sex, even with a fade-to-black, and so is sexual. The rule is "even approaching sexual content", and I don't see how the Louise scene can't fall under that. So could things like Charlotte's introduction.

There's a significantly better argument in that the Louise scene was more important to the plot and her character development than the boob joke, but that's not the argument you made, and there's no allowance given in the rule we've heard (secondhand admittedly) for things that advance the plot or character development. Nor for anything about fade-to-black making it acceptable. Fade-to-black can even imply that more significant things went on than actually did, making it worse.

Applying the rule as given ("even approaching sexual content") to both fics, I would immediately flag the Louise scene as sexual and therefore unacceptable, but not the boob joke unless I was being really extra-cautious. Obviously this rule wasn't applied to the Louise scene (because of the different fandoms and contextual influence) but I don't consider it a workable example.

Vindictus · Apr 26, 2014

IIRC, the reasoning was that Earthscorpion 'handled the matter in a mature way'.

It also helps that even when he wasn't a mod, he was always good friends with the mods.

Hypocritical? Perhaps. But it's a hypocrisy that is deliberately allowed for in the rules.

Amorous Intent · Apr 26, 2014

.IronSun. said:
Props for haranguing Grom while he's banned and can't say anything back. /sarcasm

Stormseed said:
Yeah, a real tough guy.

Clearly, I cleverly timed my post to be during his ban just before it expires. I mean, there's no way a three-day ban on a post made eleven days ago would have expired by now, amirite?

Or maybe not all of us obsessively read the thread and just saw the post that said Grom edited the scene to get away from the objectionable content. Seriously, why would I see that post and think he was banned afterwards?

Chandra Magic said:
I am sorry that Aisha touching Taylor in a nonsexual way gave you a boner. No, really. I am sorry.

You have a natural talent for putting words in other people's mouths. Have you considered becoming a politician? Sure, it's not as respectable as other jobs, like fast food, prostitution, or organized crime, but at least the pay is good!

Maybe you should cut the passive-aggressive bullshit and realize that people don't need to be aroused to recognize a scene written for fan service. Also, I'm really not sure how you think Aisha outright groping Taylor is nonsexual.

RCa said:
I consider the Louise scene, even with the fade-to-black, to be more sexual than a boob joke. I don't consider breast contact to immediately make things sexual. Others interpret things differently, which is why we have these problems. However, the Louise scene actually deals with sex, even with a fade-to-black, and so is sexual. The rule is "even approaching sexual content", and I don't see how the Louise scene can't fall under that. So could things like Charlotte's introduction.

Right, I'm going to stop you right there. One, the problem is with the presentation, not the events, as I detailed out in my :effortpost:. Two, "even approaching sexual content" is nowhere in the rule. The anti-pornography rule is as follows:

Minohtar said:
1. No Pornography or Excessive Violence

Pornography is considered to be the posting of pictures or artwork depicting nudity (except certain artistic depictions, check with a moderator) or sexual acts. Excessive violence is considered to be pictures or videos which contain real or realistic use of excessive gore and which can be considered to be far outside commonly accepted rules of decency and would be unsuitable for minors.

Exception to this policy exists in the Anime Forum, which has a basic age verification process in force. Rules are more relaxed in this forum, but are still limited to what might be considered to be drawn or animated soft nudity (namely that which is NOT in the process of a sexual act).

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There have been a number of instances of erotic roleplay on this forum. This is not acceptable. Yes, the official policy speaks of pictures and artwork, but the stance of the moderators and administrators is that explicit textual descriptions of sex are in the exact same category. As for what constitutes pornography, it should be pretty obvious to most people. To quote Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart:

I shall not today attempt further to define the kinds of material I understand to be embraced within that shorthand description ["hard-core pornography"]; and perhaps I could never succeed in intelligibly doing so. But I know it when I see it.

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This applies to both GMs and player participants: GMs, steer your games clear of erotic role-play if you do not want them locked; and players should not encourage it either.

The skinship scene went straight into territory normally reserved for ecchi and HBO. The scene I quoted from EarthScorpion, despite dealing with more explicit topics, did so in a way that avoided explicit detail. It's the written equivalent of the gory discretion shot or the fade to black. The unnecessary detail is what kicked Gromweld over the line, and the fact that the scene could have been removed entirely with no change to the plot (outside of at most minor adjustments) made it worse.

On a side note, I suspect where you're getting the "even approaching sexual content" thing from was a recommendation given by the mods because too many people couldn't keep it in their pants long enough to deal with sexual topics in a tactful manner. Up until the last story post, Gromweld had been doing an excellent job of toeing the line, and I should hope he's smart enough to not need babby's first sexual content guideline to stay within the actual rules.

Alchemical Solutions [Worm/Exalted] Thread 9: Icon’s Idiosyncrasies Incite Irritating Inquisition

.IronSun.

I don't descriminate, I hate all of you equally.

landcollector

RCa

landcollector

CatOnTheWeb

RCa

landcollector

landcollector

landcollector

landcollector

FunkyEntropy

Occasionally insightful, possibly grumpy

landcollector

RCa

landcollector

Gore17

Gore17

1986ctcel

CatOnTheWeb

Amorous Intent

Love the future

.IronSun.

I don't descriminate, I hate all of you equally.

Amorous Intent

Love the future

.IronSun.

I don't descriminate, I hate all of you equally.

RCa

Vindictus

XENO

Amorous Intent

Love the future