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Emerald Tengu-
or, how I learned to stop worrying and love Danmaku...

Mechanis

Confirmed Extremely Screwed
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Resurrected from here.

Emerald Tengu-
or, how I learned to stop worrying and love Danmaku.
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One peaceful morning, you abruptly appear roughly two-hundred feet above the outskirts of Tokyo, accompanied by six tonnes of stonework, a rowboat, a large amount of seawater, a very confused fifteen-meter shark, six glowing balls of energy, and a very pissed-off Cyberknight.

Not in any particular order.

"Jet Tengu!" you roar, restoring your recently-disrupted flight spell.

An emotionless voice that you are really getting ticked off at intones the thing you've been dodging for the last half-hour- "Blast Cannon" - and a coruscating beam of orange-white blasts from the Cyberknight's left arm.

Seeing you have no room to dodge- that skyscraper is rather inconvenient at the moment- you instead choose to block.
"Ageis!" you shout in the split-second you have before the beam impacts, and a green-glowing shield springs up in front of you, taking the impact.

The Cyberknight re-ignites its jets, trying to bring its broadsword into play.
"oh hells no!" you say, darting to the left on the green wings of Jet Tengu, avoiding a sword-slash that would have neatly bisected your torso.

The sword instead slashes into the skyscraper, and sticks on something.
"YES!" you crow in triumph as the Cyberknight attempts to free its sword, giving you the time you need to finish it off.
You point your right arm at the knight, green rune-circles springing up as you charge your pece de resistance.
"Charging complete. Ready to fire."
a slightly feminine robotic voice intones with just a hint of smugness.
As one you roar out the name of your most powerful single-target spell-
"Disruptor Beam!"
-and a two-foot-diameter beam of molecule-rending emerald fury smashes into the unprepared Cyberknight.
Your crow of victory as the knight disintegrates into its component molecules is interrupted by the helpful voice of your Device- "warning-mana reserves a point-nine percent. Unable to maintain Jet Tengu"-and the sudden secession of your flight spell.
You experience a brief moment of panic before you hit the water, then a rush of relief that your battle with the Cyberknight appears to have brought you to ground-level, preventing you from becoming a smear on the ground.

You swim to the shore, and climb out sputtering, dripping wet, and mildly irritated.
Then your Device informs you of more "good news:"
"Dimension shift detected. Unable to locate D-beacon. Co-ordinates unknown."
your eye twitches, and you undertake the only appropriate action for someone just informed that they've gotten lost in the Dimension Sea:
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

[X] Assess Device Status (check inventory)
-[X] a little retrospect on how have we ended up in this situation.

------~*~-----​

You shake the last of the water out of your shirt, cursing every god, demon, and force you can think of under your breath. Re-donning your now (mostly) dry shirt, you stop for a moment, wondering what to do next. While it is tempting to wait, you decide that action is a better choice. You need shelter, food, and sleep- not necessary in that order. That said, going haring off into the unknown while low on Mana and out of backup is a good way to get mulched.

You decide that before you do anything, you should assess your remaining assets.
"Rumble," you begin, addressing your Device, "what have we go left, resource-wise?"
"Mana reserves at .8% master." the effeminate and robotic voice is one of the few constants in your life.
"Emergency power is available, but you would be wise to avoid use for a few days yet." that is as expected, but it is the next bit that floods you with relief
"your Disaster Kit is intact and ready for use. Further, most of your stored items are available."
you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. With the things stored in your Device intact, you can get set up relatively quickly.

You suddenly feel very tired.
'mana exhaustion' a detached part of your brain thinks. 'or just plain old regular exhaustion. At least I'm away from-'

"I can't shake him! I can't shake him!"

-you shake your head to clear it. You know you're coming off of the adrenalin you've been running on for the last hour. You need to get to cover and spacing out-

"This is Hammer actual! We're- {Whoomp!}-tting pounded by artillery! Where the Hell is our air support?!"

-isn't going to help. You need to slee-
there is a brief impression of red and black, an impact, and then unconsciousness claims you.

As you swim in and out of semi-consciousness, moments from your past play before you:

------~*~-----​

a little girl wanders a desolated city, shell-socked gaze passing over everything. Another would cry out- but the girl is mute from the horror inflicted here.

------~*~-----​

The hoodie is only the start- there's the piercings, the tattoos, and enough semi-rotten cyber-junk to build a small car. "No wonder she was robbing people," the officer thinks aloud. "With all that cyber, she likely owes every underground modshop in the city just from repairs! Poor kid."

------~*~-----​

"YOU LITTLE PISSANTS THINK YOU'RE BADASS ENOUGH TO BE AIRCORPS? YOU AIN'T NOTHING TILL I SAYYOU ARE!"

------~*~-----​

"YOU CALL THAT RUNNING?! MY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER RUNS FASTER THAN YOU SORRY SACKS OF SHIT! MOVE!"

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"Congratulations, Lieutenant. That action on Kalidyne-"
"I was just doing my duty, sir."

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"ALLRIGHT, LISTEN UP! The marines are hitting dirt at 0800 local, which means WE are out the bay by 0750! get your asses in gear and mount up! We may not be at war yet, but the Combine's pushing farther every year! So stay sharp!"

------~*~-----​

"SCRAMBLE, SCRAMBLE, THIS IS NOT A DRILL. ALL FORCES SCRAMBLE. MASSIVE INCOMING ATTACK-"
"fuck."

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"Blast Ca-Skztrrrk*"
"Nice shot Red Two!"
"I can't shake him! I can't shake him!"
"I've got you, Green four. Slippery devils, aren't they?"
"This is Eagle's Roost! We are going down! Repeat, We are going down! All Hands brace for-Kssshhhh"
"The Roost! The fucking toasters nailed the Roost!"
"This is Hammer actual! We're- {Whoomp!}-tting pounded by artillery! Where the Hell is our air support?!"
"Gold wing inbound, Hammer! Just hold on!"
"This is Red Five! Red Leader and Red Three just bought it! Requesting permission to withdraw!"
"Negative Red Five! If you pull out before we can get more troops in, this whole flank will fold like wet tissue! Green wing, what's your status?"
"Green leader here! We are engaging fifteen- repeat, one-five, Whiskey Tangos and cannot assist!"
"This is Blue leader! I trust we're fashionably late?"
"Gods and demons you flyboys sure took your sweet time! Hammer-two reporting, Hammer actual just got hit by the mother of all ortillery strikes! The hell are the spacebrains playing at!?"
"this is Striker-one! Requesting immediate CAS, danger-close! Repeat-"
"Green three here! Me and Four are inbound, if you'd be so kind as to mark who needs an ass-kicking from above?"
"Rodger that Green Three! Designating primary targets!"
"alright four, let's blow these jumped-up dishwashers back to the stone age!"
"what the- OHSHI-{SLUTCH}"
"OH FUCK CYBERKNI-KSSHHHH"
"Green three! What is your status?"
"KSHHHHHH"
"Green Three, Report!"
"KSHHHHH"

------~*~-----
crossover is- well, okay, some other things will show up later (as the Plot demands,) but the first 'lucky' recipient of my particular brand of mayhem is possibly the only place where an extra-dimensional magical girl/airforce jock with MASSIVE ISSUES isn't the weirdest thing you ran into today.

Welcome to Nerima, Tokyo, 1990.
Welcome to...

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Emerald Tengu
or, how I learned to stop worrying and love Danmaku
Part One: Main Engine Start!
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[X] alert- (this isn't my bedroom...)

you start to groan "five more minuets, mommy" but only get to the first 'o' when the Smell hits your nose. It is a Smell that bypasses such crude things as your nerves and goes directly into your pleasure centers, whispershouting promises of ambrosial deliciousness.

It is the best damn home cooking you've ever smelled, and it takes you a good five minutes to stop drooling long enough to notice your clothing- or rather, your lack thereof, and the red-faced boy frozen in the doorway.

You are many things: Mage prodigy, soldier, cyborg, flight leader, ex-convict- but right now, you are a naked twentysomething girl, and some instincts even Air Corps training can't suppress.

The resultant banshee shriek of anger and embarrassment is predictable, really.


------~*~-----​

all was not well in the Tendo Dojo. This could be inferred by anyone with a brain, as normally one could not put Chinese amazons, Happosai, and either, much less both, male Saotomes in the same vicinity without a fight breaking out in short order.

Frankly, the fact that it had now been almost twenty-four hours without so much as a major argument had just about half of Nerima heading to the hills or basements, since Happosai being actually serious was surely a sign of the End Times.

They weren't that far off.

------~*~-----​

Ku Lon had seen many things in her long life. She'd seen Martial Arts Tea Ceremony. She'd seen a boy, not even yet twenty, fight an immortal demigod of fire and win. She'd seen more Jusenkyo curses than she could shake a stick at (and she was quite a good stick-shaker, at that.) she'd seen (and used!) magical artifacts that hundreds would kill to possess. But she'd only seen Happosai get serious twice before, and both times had been just before battles that, for all her knowledge and skill, had nearly killed her.

She'd also never seen an artifact this potent without a massive guardian beast sitting on top of it.
It was also quite plain, for something that radiated power to her magical senses- a simple green gem, semi-transparent, cut in a equally simple square, about an inch and a half to a side, and barely a quarter inch thick. It was mounted in a perfectly ordinary leather band, the kind meant for the upper arm.

It was also utterly flawless. She had thought it a simple decoration, until she'd touched the thing, and her breaking-point-enhanced senses reported that the small stone had no breaking point.
Which was impossible, since anything that was made of matter had a breaking point, though only a tiny handful ever gained the control to sense the breaking point of living things though the interference of their own Chi.

Her musings on the subject were cut short by the familiar sound of a scandalized girl, which reminded her of the main reason she'd stuck around in Nerima: she needed some entertainment in her old age!

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Katsumi Tendo was Worried. It followed her like stormclouds, in the faint, flat set of her face, and the other residents swore she'd put out battle aura for a moment when she'd been giving the poor girl Ranma had accidentally clobbered a wash.

Everyone would have been surprised to learn that she had. No-one attributed any martial-arts prowess to the eldest Tendo sister, and she liked it that way. But that girl...

her body had been a mass of scar tissue. Some were obviously from tattoo removal, but others...

she'd had a massive line of white tracing her spine, the unmistakable y-shape of her entire torso being opened up, one of her arms had been burned almost to a crisp at some point- burn scars were distinctive, really- and the other arm, which had looked untouched, had turned out to be an advanced prosthetic of some kind.

And that wasn't even counting the road-map of small scars that littered every inch of her body. Some she recognized as surgical, but all too many were jagged things caused by blades or the star-like craters left by bullets.

Katsumi Tendo had only one thought: where had this girl come from, to have worse scars than RANMA?

------~*~-----​

Happosai shivered. There was only one (okay, two,) times in his three-hundred years he'd ever felt the kind of magical power that radiated off of the strange girl. The first had been when he was a young man, in his first trip through china, when he'd gotten the better of the woman seated three places to his left, and spent the next four hours dodging everything from house-sized fireballs to arcing crescents of energy that coated whatever they hit in marshmallow. The second had been years later, when he'd been experimenting with a curious artifact capable of traveling an hour forward or back in time, and the green-haired woman who'd come to collect it had radiated the barely-leashed power of a hungry tiger and enough Killing Intent to make his knees go out.

This girl was not quite as powerful, perhaps, but Happosai had been around much longer than his students. He knew a soldier, and a blooded one at that, when he saw one. He knew quite well that it changed you, irrevocably and permanently. For all his usual silliness, he made sure to somberly pray that none of his current students ever had to learn that lesson.

His unusually macabre thoughts were interrupted by a sound he'd heard at least four times a day for the last fifty years: a feminine shriek of outrage and embarrassment. The sound of Duty calling!

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YOU are RANMA SAOTOME, martial-arts prodigy, chaos-magnet, the Boy-With-Way-Too-Many-Fiancees, and gender-challenged Jusenkyo cursee. You are also frozen in terror at the enraged and very naked woman who just let off a truly impressive shriek. Having been in this exact position far too many times in the last year and a half of your life, you know that you have almost no time in which to come up with a response that won't get you either pummeled, hammered, or stuck in the middle of a Fiancee War.

Quick, Ranma's Brain, we need a response!

[] it's cool, bro (be cool like a popsicle and give her some privacy)
[] OH MY GOSH SORRY (apologies with alacrity)
[] LOLNOPE (save Tomboy the trouble and pass out now)
[] write-ins always welcome (yeeesss, your rampant speculation means I can shamelessly stealget Ideas from you! Ah-hahahaha...ha...ha- I said that out loud, didn't I.)
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Yeessss, eets behk! and don't worry, plot will be happening shortly.....
 
note: this is a more narrative than mechanics based quest. write-ins and stunting can increase your chances at accomplishing a goal. also fair warning: the Plot is NOT static, and things are happening in the background whether you're participating or not. eventually the plot will find you.
Character perks and Debuffs:
Background: Street Rat: following the death of your family in a terrorist bombing, you lived on the streets and did various odd-jobs, often of the less-than-legal variety. as a relic of this time, you are better at surviving on very little.
Background: Cyberjunky: your body has been extensively augmented with cybernetics, making you tougher, stronger, and quicker than your appearance might suggest.
Perk: Aircorps Training: the Devan Air Corps is a proud and elite segment of your birth nation's military. the intense regimen of training, genemods, cybergear, and post-hypnotic conditioning combine to give you martial prowess far in excess of what your relatively young age would suggest.
Perk: Prodigy: despite your rough origins, you are a prodigy at all things magic. your intuitive understanding of it allows your spells to be more efficient, more powerful, and faster-casting than average by a fair margin. which may be the reason for your affinity towards normally-slow-and-power-intensive Bombardment magic.
Debuff: Trauma: unfortunately, the war and your prior unresolved issues have mad you just a bit introverted. while the friends who manage to get inside your defenses can count on you to walk though hell itself to get them, your natural tendency is to keep people at arm's length. (A/N: this penalty can be lessened by getting some damn therapy. Hint Hint.)
Debuff: Some Scars don't heal: even with the advanced technology and magic that your home state has access to, your body is absolutely littered with scars, a side-effect of your misspent youth. something you added in there somewhere makes healing spells and things like anesthetics a lot less effective on you. unfortuantely, that means most forms of quick-heal won't work on you, so the removal of all the backstreet crap you've got shoved into you is an ongoing process. (A/N: you've got shitty and sometimes very illegal cyberware in places. also you need something like four times the normal dose of anesthetics and healing spells/regen effects are only 25% effective on you.)

TLDR; you're an awesome cyborg magical girl supersoldier with untreated PTSD. and an attitude.

spells: (Edit: Oh hey, I found one of the older copies of the spell list! also edited out my DM-reminder notes, since all the damage and dicerolling is abstracted in this.)

Vector Cannon
Type: Shooting spell/Beam
Rank:B
Effect: fires a 3-inch-diameter beam which can be guided by the caster. deals moderate damage for the duration of the beam, which is affected by skill, mana level, and other effects.
Special: Guided: Caster can alter trajectory of beams, allowing seeking, or shooting around corners, or making pretty neon animals or whatever.

Vector Bomber
Type: Bombardment spell
Rank: B
Effect: as Vector Cannon, but with several extra barrel-arrays for wide-area bombardment. guidance complexity of individual shots as opposed to clusters or entire barrages grows logarithmically with number (the more shots you have 'in the air' in one barrage, the harder it is to control each beam individually.)

Strobe Laser
Type: Rapid-fire area suppression spell
Rank: C
Effect: fires a large number of pencil-thin beams which stun their targets.
Special: Stunner: does not actually cause any damage, but instead stuns anything it hits. Inaccurate: beams are fired from a circular matrix 4 1/2 feet in diameter, with a maximum off-axis of 30 degrees. The location and angle of each beam is randomized.
Special: Brace: caster cannot move while casting, duration lasts as long as caster has mana and remains stationary. Being hit, moving, or casting other spells disrupts effect.

Jet Tengu:
Type: Flight Spell
Rank: A
Effect: creates stylized wing constructs that resemble those of a high-end fighter, mounted as a backpack. smaller constructs on legs act as mana-jet engines to control direction. (essentially, Magic Hologram Striker Unit and Glider Wing Pack.)
Special: Agile: your additions to the basic flight spell turns you from the normal helicopter-gunship of most mages to a high-end fighter plane. with some extra protective measures, you can even break the sound barrier!

Ageis
Type: Single-aspect Shield spell
Rank: S
Effect: creates a six-by-four-foot tower shield construct that covers a single aspect. capable of absorbing a great deal of (non-kinetic) damage before failing.
Special: Unmovable: the Ageis spell ignores all kinetic-type damage. Kinetic attacks (punches, cannon rounds, high-pressure water cannon, asteroid strikes, etc.) simply fail to penetrate, or even move, the shield construct. the drawback is that the construct is also immobile- it cannot follow the caster in combat.

Disruptor Beam
Type: Single-target Bombardment spell
Rank: S
Effect: fires two-foot-diameter beam that causes molecular dissociation in its targets- essentially vaporizing anything it his that is not protected by an energy barrier. has a twenty-second charging time during which the caster must remain stationary and a four-second duration. effect is a constant factor- the denser the material, the longer it takes to disintegrate. deals large amounts of damage. melts tanks like a butane torch melts butter.

Beta Field
Type: area-effect/field-type spell
Rank: C
Effect: creates a moderately sized spherical area of energy that causes acidic wearing on non-living materiel. Deals minor Acid damage to all non-living objects in its area-of-effect.

Bunker Shield
Type: Omnidirectional Shield Spell
Rank: A
Effect: Creates an ovoid barrier of energy nearly a foot thick over an area no larger than fifteen feet. this barrier is impermeable to exterior fire and vision/ sensors, but can be seen and fired though by anyone inside. the caster must, however, actively maintain the spell, so it is purely a defensive tactic.
Special: Channeled: the Caster must continually maintain this spell, pumping additional mana into its matrix above the cost of activation. Channeling spells are typically powerful, but their extreme mana cost makes their use rare.
Special: Ragnarok-Proof: Barrier is Utterly impermeable to non-eristotic effects- Multidimensional Shenanigans, Time Shenanigans, Sympathetic magic, divine intervention, Causality Bullshit, conceptual attacks and suchlike usually ignore it, but mere physical damage doesn't do jack. yes, that means Q and Harry Dresden can still fuck with you but you can tank Superlasers or contact-detonated antimatter warheads.


Emerald Rumbler- Devan-style Intelligent Device (est 200 yrs old)
Inventory (D-pocket attached to Device stores bulk items):
-Disaster Kit:
-----MREs (one-month supply)
-----16 grams gold dust
-----Device field maintenance equipment
-----first-aid kit
-clothes
-----2x basic civilian outfits (the green one and the blue one)
-----5x fatigues
-----1x traveling cloak
-misc toileteries
-ruggedized Portashelter (a soldier's best friend!)
-all-weather sleeping bag
-Dress uniform (you never wear it except to funerals)
-3 lbs chocolate (a Girl's got needs.)
-misc mementos
-long-range comm (currently useless, out of range)
-6x teliport beacons (also useless- no Marines out here!)
-6mm Needler with three mags (your aim with this is off [read-sucks major-time]- needles don't seek like most spells do, and you've not touched the thing since you qualified with it- barely- as your prodigious reserves of mana mean unlike most mages you don't really need it as a backup for when you run out of mana. since that happens really rarely.)

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notes about the Devan Imperium, the Jannasii Combine, and the magic used by both.

The Devan Imperium:
the Devan Imperium arose after the collapse of the near-mythic Al-hazrad Empire, and has managed to remain relitively stable if stagnant up until their encounter with the Jannasii Combine in PCY 455, after which it entered a state of crash-development and something of a technological Renaissance. there is and have been cybernetics, genemods, and other augmetics for some time.
the Imperium is a matriarchal and isolationist state, ruled over by the Empress and heavily reliant on their advanced technology rather than magic, due to a relatively weak overall magical strength. thus, even combat mages generally carry backup weapons and learn CCQ. the Imperium was quite happy to stay in their corner of the Dimention Sea without interference prior to the arrival of the Jannasii Combine on their borders.

The Jannasii Combine:
Rapacious, aggressive, and xenophobic, the Jannasii are fanatics of a cyber-religion that worships the 'purity of logic' and has been on a crusade though local space, forcibly converting anyone unfortunate enough to be in their way. while they possess great zeal and a pool of fanatics to recruit basic troops from, the most dangerous aspect of their forces are the full-conversion Cyberknights. converted into unparallelled war machines, these deadly magic-wielding troops can singlehandedly slaughter entire battalions of lesser troops.
The Jannasii are as much a religion as a nation, essentially consisting entirely of a massive army that sweeps up everything in its path.
until it hit the Imperium , anyway. the Imperium's technological edge has allowed them to fight a constant border war with the Combine for nearly fifty years, with neither side able to gain much ground for long.

Jannasii magic is entirely Device-based, they have about twelve spells en toto that are used En mass by their troops.
Devan magin, however, is Al-Hazred-derived, using advanced mathematical formulate to shape spell effects in 5-d matixes. it is also a 'generalist' style compared to Belkan or Mid-Childain magic.

(A/n: the Imperuim is basically Middle-ages!magic!space!Matriarchal!Japan as played by Korprulu Sector Terrans, while the Jannasii are the Borg, the Ori and the Kadeshi shove into a blender and Frappe'd. nither of them are exactly nice, but at least the Imperium won't stick a Happy Fun Probe into your skull for being insufficiently fanatical about tuning into an emotionless murderbot.)
 
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[X] Objective: Avoid Doom
-Note 1: 'Enraged Female. Naked. Condition Red'
-Note 2: Breakfast is Ready.
-Note 3: Getting smashed might mean No Breakfast.
-Note 4: No Breakfast means No Food.
-Note 5: NO FOOD MEANS NO FOOD.
-Conclusion: Engage Avoidance Protocols. "Huh. Tuesday already. Hey, You. Breakfast is ready." *Close door* *Engage: Tactical Retreat To Breakfast Room And Cloaking Protocols To Get That Far* *Reasoning: Kasumi's Food Solves Everything. She might even frown to keep her breakfast from being interrupted! Taking the usual beatdown is easier when you've got a full belly.*

Sooooo, this looks delicious.

Looks like a Nanoha-style Magic User, possibly from fighting on a RIFTS-style world (Cyberknights, although the Cyberknight seemed a bit too...emotionless...to be a proper one)

Hmmmm. TSAB regular who was from one of the divisions dealing with actual, honestly hostile, shoot-to-kill enemies/robot menaces/Cybermen instead of Riot Force 6, which gets the Weird Science and Improbably Attractive Weaponized Cyborgs.

Lucky bastards.

Also, since there is Suddenly Teleportation, it is quite logical to blame this on Yukari from Touhou.

Somehow.
 
Update incoming on the 1st of next month (Friday)- you've got till then to speak up.
current vote status is as follows:
[X] Switch Genders for confusion mode! - 7x (from SB Thread: jedarol, Cyberswordsman, MHLord, Bloodshifter, Matthew Gunter,) Silversun, Veekie.
[X] Objective: Avoid Doom - 1x Tikitau
[X] it's cool, bro (be cool like a popsicle and give her some privacy) - 1x (Kingluiga)

note that detailed plans are more likely to succeed when using write-ins, and may or may not affect things 'offscreen.' options offered by me in events like this are mostly guaranteed successes, but you can only get a critical success with write-ins. note that while this isn't an easymode falure is impossible quest, failure and Bad End conditions will be obvious and avoidable. I'm not going to pull any 'rocks fall everyone dies' sillyness.

that said, at this stage in the quest there isn't any wrong answers as long as you aren't acting massively OOC. which I will warn you about and likely politely suggest that you knock it off. I'm going to try to update once a month or whenever I hit a number of votes over twenty-ish for now, as there aren't a whole lot of players ATM.
 
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[X] girl form now! The change will confuse her long enough for an escape or Kasumi intervene.

Works for me, even if voting this way at this point is slightly redundant.
 
not really, if by some miracle we a sudden flood of people voting you may get that update sooner :D

every vote counts, at this point, if only because there's so few people playing :)
 
[X] girl form now! The change will confuse her long enough for an escape or Kasumi intervene.
 
[X] Objective: Avoid Doom

You know as well as I do that I have no idea what either of these are, Mechanis, so feel free to tell me on Steam or SV (since I'm checking that pretty regularly) if I'm completely and utterly misunderstanding something. That said though, genderswapping seems like it would just make the poor girl MORE confused, which is what you're going for but I don't think it would be in a good way. I think that would be a more "shoot first ask questions later" confusion than "stunned silence" confusion.
 
voting closes at 12:00 PM PST, (about two hours from now) so If'n you're going to vote and haven't already done so, or want to change/add to your existing vote, you've got until then to do so.
~ja ne!
 
bah, stupid computer thought it was the wrong month for some reason. anyway
20 minute warning! Update imminent!
 
[X] Switch Genders for confusion mode!
------~*~------​
The rational thing to do would be retreat with all due haste. However, as prior experience has taught you all too well, you may not get the chance unless you have a good distraction. Thus, your brain fires a rapid train of logic: she's new, everyone double-takes when they see the Curse in action the first time (except Kunos, but they're nuttier than a bucket of cashews and thus don't count,) she hasn't seen the curse yet, the inevitable double-take will give you the time you need to escape-

This takes all of the span of a half a second, and you grab a nearby glass of water with speed born of desperation and training, quickly dousing yourself. There's the moment of weirdness as you switch forms, and the girl's shriek stops abruptly as she gapes at you, looking remarkably like a Koi as her mouth opens and closes.

Using her obvious befuddlement, you slide the door closed and blur into the main room like it is the only water source in fifty miles and you happen to be on fire.

Or you would have, anyway, if a certain old lech hadn't embedded you into the floor by colliding at roughly equal speed, anyhow.

------~*~------​

Your brain shuts down as the boy splashes himself with water and is replaced by a busty redhead in a flare of mana. You do a fairly passable imitation of a fish as he (She?) backs quickly out of the room, slides the door closed, and then (as you can see through the flimsy paper of the wall) runs off at impossible speed.

You shake your head to clear it, then-

[] follow after as you are. (modesty is for other people)
[] follow after in an impromptu sheet-toga (pissed but safer option)
[] stay where you are, presumably someone will explain things at some point. (Wait Action)
[] locate clothing, then find out what the hell's going on around here. (Investigate Action)
[] something else (write-in)

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A/n: fair warning, the next few segments will add things to your character sheet. Keep that in mind, minions~~
 
[X] locate clothing, then find out what the hell's going on around here. (Investigate Action)
 
we are in a rom com. it is time to act like it and cause hilarity.
[X] follow after as you are. (modesty is for other people)
 
[X] locate clothing, then find out what the hell's going on around here. (Investigate Action)

That was a neat escape plan.
 
Wednesday Night update: Spell list has updated (I located some of my notes) so do take a moment to look that over.

update incoming no later than next Monday (more likely sometime this weekend.) I'll take a final vote-count sometime around Friday, so if you feel like adding in a vote or changing an existing one, or even doing a write-in, now is the time.
 
allright kids, vote closed. update incoming within 48 hours. Ciao~
 
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