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Constellations (Worm/Okami)

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UnwelcomeStorm said:
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Taylor stared at the tiny screen, and its display of the number 3 followed by a full six zeroes. The world slowly tilted until she literally fell into place sitting on Sunny's back, the wolf helpfully anticipating her needs. The screen refused to change when viewed from her new vantage point, and after a moment Taylor let out a short, unsteady laugh. "I guess we can afford to hire professionals for the onsen, now."

Sunny's tail started to wag, but the wolf graciously stayed in place and waited for Taylor to collect herself.

It only took another minute or two for Taylor to realize that now she was also going to have to shell out for that open bar Sunny had wanted.
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Sparrow Yakuza, Sparrow Yakuza, SPARROW YAKUZA!!
Please please make this a canon thing. *puppy doG eyes*
 
Blaflaix said:
A Problem of Momentum: Physics's Revenge​

By all rights, Sunny should be delighted.
There was a peaceful shrine, a warm hot spring, a bakery, and now a bar.
What more could a doG want?

Unfortunately, Sunny had a harsh mistress.
A cruel and strict 'owner' that had unreasonable restrictions on things like "no waking me up at 2AM" and "no paint dog-prints on the ceiling" and "no waking me up at 2AM to paint dripping from the dog-prints on the ceiling."
Even worse, she was a teetotaler.
Sunny wasn't completely certain she had a soul.

The end result was that Taylor wasn't completely on board with "Operation:Never-Sober-Sunny" and Sunny had grudgingly come to admit that she was growing devious.

It started with a fairly strict policy of picking up drinks at the bar.
This was meant to establish zoning, as well as encourage people to moderate their drinking and soaking.
Unfortunately this also meant there weren't any waitresses delivering drinks to thirsty doGs with puppy-eyes.

The second issue was the height of the bar itself.
It was beautiful, well-polished, and just a bit too tall for Sunny to peek over it.
Again, a decidedly discriminatory "no dogs on the bar" rule turned it into a nigh impassible barrier to the fermented goodness.

The obvious solution lay with the bar stools conveniently provided.
But they were a trap!
The seats were small, polished and slippery enough to be a challenge for a dog Sunny's "perfectly reasonable thank you" size to sit on at the best of times.
Increasing the challenge, the seats spun with the slightest breeze and the tiny backs limited the angles of approach and made it even easier to spin.

By necessity, any attempt to jump onto the seats implies some degree of horizontal motion which had led to several incidents that had certainly never happened.

In theory, Sunny could go behind the bar and acquire whatever drinks she so desired, but there was something about the challenge that was irresistible.
Not to mention it tickled her sense of humor to sit at the bar and drink like a human.


So after careful analysis, Sunny had figured it out.
Sometimes to go forward, one had to go backward.

Sunny carefully lined herself up with the stool and faced the rear wall.
She checked for wandering people, wind direction and ferocious squirrels before finally launching herself at the rear wall!
Right before hitting the wall, she hopped up and ran for the few step up the wall before making the even more challenging transition to the ceiling.
Racing along the ceiling, back the way she came, she dodged rafters and fixtures until she was slightly past the stool below.
There she pivoted off a joist and flipped straight down in a half-gainer to land with a thump on the stool!
Then her tail finished it's arc with a slight wag of victory that made...the...seat...tip.
Sunny had one moment of victory before she felt her center of mass shift and the seat rotate under her.

"YYYYiiiipppp" *Thump*

Taylor looked over the bar she was slowly polishing.
"Almost Sunny, but not quite."
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Taylor was feeling a certain sense of victory as she watched Sunny approaching the bar again. True, Sunny's puppy dog eyes had etched away at her resolve, but Sunny really did drink to much - and in any case the puppy dog eyes hadn't been seen in a few days as dealing with the bar had become a point of pride for her.

"Hi, Sunny, what do you have there?" Taylor greeted her, as the massive dog stood on her hindquarters, putting her paws on the bar and with a happy bark depositing some papers in front of Taylor.

Lifting the damp pages Taylor read, feeling her eyebrow starting to twitch again.

"Handicapped access!?"

This time Sunny's bark was definitely smug.
 
ToothMaker said:
Taylor was feeling a certain sense of victory as she watched Sunny approaching the bar again. True, Sunny's puppy dog eyes had etched away at her resolve, but Sunny really did drink to much - and in any case the puppy dog eyes hadn't been seen in a few days as dealing with the bar had become a point of pride for her.

"Hi, Sunny, what do you have there?" Taylor greeted her, as the massive dog stood on her hindquarters, putting her paws on the bar and with a happy bark depositing some papers in front of Taylor.

Lifting the damp pages Taylor read, feeling her eyebrow starting to twitch again.

"Handicapped access!?"

This time Sunny's bark was definitely smug.
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"Sorry Sunny, but i don't see no broken legs!"
 
ltmauve said:
Where'd you pick up this particular saying?
Not only have I never heard it before, I'm not even sure how that would work (even with cartoon physics.)
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What? No, it's easy. You just take your fist and SHWAM! them and BLAMMO! out comes the spine. Can... can you not do that? Oh. Oh, you poor child....

FaerieKnight79 said:
What do moths have to do with Datcord's liver?
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THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DID.

Blaflaix said:
Even worse, she was a teetotaler.
Sunny wasn't completely certain she had a soul.
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jwolfe_beta said:
TT is not going to take any possible chance of ending up in Good doG's debt again. She's overpaying, stating in as blunt terms as possible that they're even, and making sure that she never encounters the BS canine and it's pet human ever again.
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Tsk. Shouldn't have overpayed. Now Sunny is in HER debt.

And we all know Sunny PAYS her debts. (Somewhere, deep in Brockton Bay, a dragon man starts to laugh hysterically once more....)

In other words: Tats is playing Tic-Tac-Toe with someone's who's set up the board for Ferengi chess. (It's like regular chess, but you end up owing them everything you've ever even looked at.)

LGear said:
You know the most shocking thing to me upon reading this glorious back-from-the-dead update?

Learning that Datcord's posts are threadmarked.
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Truly, the world is a dark and terrible place, where madness runs rampant.

...no, wait. Found the backup backup special scotch reserve. We're all good! The world is sweetness and light.
 
And so the bar got made and everyone else wanted to get really drunk. :)

Poor Undersiders. You might still owe a drunk dog a drink. :rofl:
 
Taylor stepped up to the main door of the shrine, pausing to knock snow off her shoes. A frown crossed her face as she looked around the shrine grounds.

'Where is Sunny?' Taylor wondered. Sunny had disappeared earlier in the day and so far no one Taylor had asked had seen the white wolf.

With a sigh, Taylor opened the door, stepped in and . . .

And . . .

"What?"

She could only stare at the scene before her.

The insides of the shrine were shrouded in shadow, the only light softly coming source-less from the edges of floor.

This light revealed a long oval table dominating the center of the room. Around the table were a dozen tall obsidian blocks, differentiated only by a number near the top.

And sitting at the head of the table, illuminated by more source-less light, was Sunny. Her paws held together before the wolf's face, hiding her mouth.

Where those glasses?

Taylor took a step back, again outside, and closed the shrine door. Resting her head against the door, Taylor heard a faint 'Ruff ruff Ruff'.

"Nope."

Turning around, Taylor resolutely marched to the shrine ground exit.

Ignoring the laughter like howling behind her.

Cjdavis103 said:
Sunny: "Ruff ruff Ruff"
Sunny (Translated): "Just as planed"
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I have no idea why this post set off this little bit of . . . oddness.

And, no, my looking at NGE earlier had nothing to do with it either!
 
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qsurf said:
About that, he already used 'em and the Chimera Taylor gifted him when some Merchant Lackleys realized way too late that they had done fucked up, the Chimera was even breathing fire and everything.
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Sure, he pulled out Grognak (Myrddin's Barbarian) and the Chimera, but previously in #39 it's mentioned that his gaming figures are non-combat models. (Yes, I've been rereading in celebration.) So he hadn't used them yet. Didn't seem to actually use Grognak, either, just his plastic soldiers, APCs, and the Chimera.

Again, their power is based on their story. And at epic levels, D&D adventurers start to be able to kill gods. And Danny isn't planning on doing Endbringer battles until Taylor is 18, so he's got ~3 more years to establish their stories and power them up. (Unless Scion goes apeslaught first, of course.)
 
Albert said:
Again, their power is based on their story. And at epic levels, D&D adventurers start to be able to kill gods. And Danny isn't planning on doing Endbringer battles until Taylor is 18, so he's got ~3 more years to establish their stories and power them up. (Unless Scion goes apeslaught first, of course.)
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He could just cut to the chase and paint a nice Pun-Pun figurine.
 
Albert said:
Sure, he pulled out Grognak (Myrddin's Barbarian) and the Chimera, but previously in #39 it's mentioned that his gaming figures are non-combat models. (Yes, I've been rereading in celebration.) So he hadn't used them yet. Didn't seem to actually use Grognak, either, just his plastic soldiers, APCs, and the Chimera.

Again, their power is based on their story. And at epic levels, D&D adventurers start to be able to kill gods. And Danny isn't planning on doing Endbringer battles until Taylor is 18, so he's got ~3 more years to establish their stories and power them up. (Unless Scion goes apeslaught first, of course.)
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In regards to anything Chessman's been working with, "non combat" tends to be in airquotes. You wouldn't expect a literal chess piece to be a combat unit, but that's exactly what he pulled on the Merchants.

And as a minor correction, Chessman's RPG-use pawns aren't based on the character's story, it's solely a function of the effort and time he's spent on using them, combined with the established rulseset for what the model is based on. So Myrddin's barbarian isn't so much Grognak, level 5 Human Barbarian as it is an NPC with that level/class, if that makes any sense.
 
Datcord said:
Truly, the world is a dark and terrible place, where madness runs rampant.

...no, wait. Found the backup backup special scotch reserve. We're all good! The world is sweetness and light.
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*makes note to locate the Scotch Dimension, and slip Datcord a dimensional transponder linking there*

banjo2E said:
As another teetotaler, I also need to protest. I clearly have a soul, it's right here in my phylactery.
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Return that to its rightful owner and no one gets hurt. Plz? *pleading kittyeyes*
 
UnwelcomeStorm said:
In regards to anything Chessman's been working with, "non combat" tends to be in airquotes. You wouldn't expect a literal chess piece to be a combat unit, but that's exactly what he pulled on the Merchants.

And as a minor correction, Chessman's RPG-use pawns aren't based on the character's story, it's solely a function of the effort and time he's spent on using them, combined with the established rulseset for what the model is based on. So Myrddin's barbarian isn't so much Grognak, level 5 Human Barbarian as it is an NPC with that level/class, if that makes any sense.
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If Grognak survives to 25th level, will the corresponding model be a 25th level Barbarian NPC?
 
I am assuming its intentional that Myrddin plays a barbarian for much the same reason that Dresden plays a barbarian when he does D&D. He doesn't want to get annoyed with how wrong 'magic' is in the system.
 
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