Dimensionist
Grandmaster of Apologism, Keeper of the Faith
- Location
- Bangalore, India
Considering how strong he is, shouldn't he be bulletproof? I mean, considering how durable his body would need to be just to handle his own strength ...
Fiend: Thread Two, the Rethreading [Exalted/Worm]
- Thread starter logiccosmic
- Start date
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
Missing space.logiccosmic said:
Not much else to say, she's got her first Kimbery Charm which looks to be Mother Sea Mastery. From there on, I could see a few charms that she'd probably find pretty useful: Tide Renewal Discipline would help her regain motes just by taking a bath, Great Mother's Tears would allow her to manufacture knock out poisons (I assume, the charm text on the wiki is kinda vague) although the prerequisite charm could be tricky (seriously, what good is the ability to paint toxic tattoos?), and Ichor Flux Tendril would be useful in general what with the ability to have someones coffee start strangling them and all.
lancelot
Completely worth it
Super strong doesn't always include super tough.Dimensionist said:
logiccosmic
the Prince of Word Crimes
- Location
- the Hague, formerly
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Spoiler: He can increase muscle strength or resilience by flexing. He actually triggered in prison, in the yard.SolipsistSerpen said:
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
Or he's just vain and is mentally shouting 'Not the face, not the face!'SolipsistSerpen said:
More seriously, perhaps he was expecting her to shoot him in the head causing him to instinctively flinch, before kneecapping him instead.
Spiteful Sea Tincture is probably the best - and certainly the best relative to how easy it is to get - Poison effect in the game. In fact, as written, it's kind of too good, because you can stack layers of skin-contact poison and a single touch is enough to administer all the doses. It's what's known as a "Bad Touch" effect, because a person with Spiteful Sea Tincture doesn't even need to hurt you to poison you, and it shoots your dice pools to hell from the internal penalty it causes - and it does no small amount of damage, either.Undead-Spaceman said:
With the base Charm, a single dose won't kill a healthy person, but it will make their next 20 seconds or so incredibly painful and internal-penalty filled. And it can be applied by as little as a touch with a poison-tattooed fingertip.
Well, you know, I strongly doubt any of the Endbringers will be Reviled.rkbinder said:
Unless, you know, she loved them first.
(so... Adorjan Charms yay?)
Levi: "Oh god get her away from me. Please, please please make her stop loving me."
- Location
- Portugal
- Pronouns
- She/They
So, uh, not completely as planned. She got seen. But still pretty good.
And... well, yeah, that's it. She escaped but got 'revealed', the PRT now certainly know there is a shadow-type cape lying around, but do they know she's 'on their side' (for a given value of 'their' and other moral quandaries)?
Plus, she now knows more than she did about her shadow form (though it would be useful to know... well, before, ya'know?), and she got a new charm. Which looks like it'll be very useful in NY, with all that water around.
And... well, yeah, that's it. She escaped but got 'revealed', the PRT now certainly know there is a shadow-type cape lying around, but do they know she's 'on their side' (for a given value of 'their' and other moral quandaries)?
Plus, she now knows more than she did about her shadow form (though it would be useful to know... well, before, ya'know?), and she got a new charm. Which looks like it'll be very useful in NY, with all that water around.
Well, it's fortunate then that she just discovered / started using water-based powers. She could pretend to be an entirely different cape. Again.MinuSeven said:
- Location
- Portugal
- Pronouns
- She/They
Her only "new" power right now is swimming. Very good swimming, but still.Yog said:
... OTOH, this is miss munchkin herself...
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
Ah, so it makes the tattoos poisonous on contact kinda like a toad. That makes much more sense, in fact I feel stupid now for not realizing that.EarthScorpion said:
Thanks for clearing that up though.
Djibriel
Evil Overlord
- Location
- Invisible, unless I choose to be seen.
I too, would like to see this.gideon020 said:
The Endbringers are fighting an uphill battle to liberate humanity of its attachment to the material world despite being vastly outnumbered. Adorjani!Taylor finds their misguided determination endearing, but thinks they need to internalize their own lessons, so because of her overflowing desire to spread compassion and enlightenment, she's going to help them.EarthScorpion said:
...God help us all.
You can also apply them to things like beloved (ie, you have a positive Intimacy towards them) weapons and the like, so if she gets very fond of her taser she could have it apply poison as well as tazing. Which is probably more useful when you have the painless, safe poison upgrade, admittedly.Undead-Spaceman said:
Oh, not just swimming. Mother Sea Mastery is, much like Transcendent Desert Creature, one of those Infernal "why would you not get it" Charms.MinuSeven said:
Narratively, she's getting a boost of "human who does this full time and is good in their field" added to all her attempts to move via liquid or gather food from it. Some of those things are swimming, yes, but she also gets it for things like "balancing on a ship" or "fishing" or "not dying of hypothermia in ice cold polar water". In addition, since she's Essence 3, moving via liquid doesn't Fatigue her. She could literally swim the Atlantic, and the only thing she'd need to worry about is boredom. Or getting lost.
Of course, the fact that she can now swim Essence times faster, at the cost of living an ichor trail, is also very nice, especially since swimming is still a form of movement which benefits from Adorjan Charms.
- Location
- Portugal
- Pronouns
- She/They
Well, even better then, though I doubt she realizes that herself. Yet.EarthScorpion said:
Also, "ichor trail"? What's that? I only have basic exalted knowledge.
Arkeus
Crazy cat guy
- Location
- France
My understand was that Beloved objects were "inanimate objects you have a positive intimacy over OR you own". Has that been Errata'd?EarthScorpion said:
Of course, this ichor trail only applies if she uses the special 'travel Essence times faster'.gideon020 said:
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logiccosmic
the Prince of Word Crimes
- Location
- the Hague, formerly
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Operation Wyldhand 5.4
I swam with long, powerful strokes. The red light was down to a dull gleam, through the foot or so of water above me. Two hundred yards away, the bay I had dived into curved back around. A pier, outcropping, or fill- whatever it was called, jutted out. I headed straight for the edge of it, not to get out, but to keep my bearings. I figured it was due north, and I could see the tip of Manhattan, a forest of buildings, poking above in the same direction.
A closer glimmer of light alerted me that I wasn't alone. A high-powered flashlight was dancing across the water, and several more were flying above me. I surfaced for breath, only letting my face come above water. A quick gasp, and I was back underneath.
I flipped over, and could see through the murky, dirty, disgusting water with ease. Above me, Ballast floated on a cardboard box. Even soaked and collapsed, it supported her weight. She could make anything, literally anything, remain buoyant with just a touch. Notable examples included cars, sections of buildings, and large rocks. I didn't know if she had a time limit on the power, but it allowed her to stay out of the water, even if she had to take her shirt off to use as a flotation device.
Three fliers, hard to identify with the lights occluding my vision, were looking for me as well. A bit too many. I reached the pier, with only one more stop for breath. Hand against the slimy concrete, I looked back up. A helicopter had joined them, along with two more over the initial fight area. They really wanted a clean sweep as much as I did.
I kept swimming, hand touching the wall to keep my course. Ahead of me, I could see that little island south of Manhattan rising from the water, at least a mile away. But whatever my new power I had just acquired was, it let me swim with ease. It was almost as easy to move in the water as it was to move on land.
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I saw a beach, right up against the sea wall. It only covered less than a hundred yards, north of the small docks, but it would be enough for me to get onto the island. Climbing several feet of wet, slick seawall straight from the water was firmly in the realm of the impossible, without further expenditure of power and glowing. Three more times surfacing for breath, and I breached the beach, shivering. I hadn't realized how cold the water was, or I had just ignored it while I was moving.
I ran up the beach, and stepped over the foot or so of wall separating the beach from the paved road. Several buildings were lit by floodlights, and I could see several people in the distance, but none near me. I moved across the road, and into the backs of houses, all with their lights on, and two with people in the front yard, staring across the river at the helicopters flying in Brooklyn. I followed the alley, careful to avoid any patches of light that might expose me. I reached a clearing, and moving through a forested area, an unlit building, and another patch of dead grass, I was back at the river.
Half a mile to Manhattan proper. I hadn't planned to have to swim across, but it was certainly better than being caught. And running away from the crime scene would have probably attracted more attention than disappearing into the river. Of course, had I not gone after Mikail, I would have gotten out free and clear. Worth it, in the end though. I rubbed my freezing arms, and stepped into rocks separating the island from the water. I carefully navigated over them, not wanting to slip and break my head. I put a foot in the water, and it actually felt warmer. I waded in, and pushed off from a rock, heading to Manhattan. Much warmer. And just as easy as walking. It only came with the side-effect of getting me soaked, along with all of my spoils.
I checked behind me halfway across, and saw that the helicopters were circling around, flashing their underbelly spotlights on the ground and water. Maybe I hadn't been the only one to escape. Unfortunate, but entirely possible. I'd just have to clean up later.
I touched a wooden pole, driven into the riverbed. I gripped it, and hauled myself on top of it. A series of poles, four wide stretched to a building. An old pier, by my reckoning. I stood, wobbling slightly, and then sprinted across them, a step on each one. And I kept my balance all the way, terminating in a jump on to the building proper. I shimmied on the ledge, all the way around the shorter face, and then jumped down, the buildings facade staring me in the back. Several cars passed by in front of me, as the road curved around, splitting right and into the opposite direction. I removed my mask, wiping the river gunk off my face as I did. I exchanged it with a wad of money from my backpack.
Which was naturally soaked. I pulled a soggy hundred out, and put the remainder back in the bag, zipping it back up as I did. I waited, and the third cab I saw wasn't carrying passengers. I whistled, waving my hands as well. It pulled to a stop, and I ran to it. I opened the door, and sat down with a squelching noise.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing? You're all wet-" The cabbie protested, before I handed him the wet bill.
"Fine. Where we goin'?"
"Harlem," I said, using my hands to keep my hair in front of my face. I didn't have a disguise up, so I had to rely on natural methods.
He grunted, and the cab started moving, back onto the road. I figured he was satisfied with the payment for that distance. Probably three times what it would cost, normally. But I didn't have time or the inclination to quibble. The ride was silent, save for the faint noise of the radio. I wasn't interested in small talk. Harlem was a bit north and east of my apartment, but yet again, my lack of disguise forced my hand, so that if I was identified, they would look in that general location, rather than near Columbia. We drove up the eastern edge of Manhattan, and I got a good quick look at the remnants of my plan.
It was hard to see, several miles out, but I could see the faint pulsing gleam of police lights, and several more helicopters had joined in, with at least two easily identifiable as news choppers, if only from their bright color schemes. It made sense, with probably half of the local Protectorate out in force, that the media would be all over the event. I turned my head, leaning back in the seat, as they passed out of my vision. Another island, this one connected by a bridge, caught my attention. I really needed to double check a map. Learning more landmarks would be helpful for navigation purposes, and acclimatization.
We passed by another strip of land jutting out, and what I thought was the Bronx. It was a bit difficult to make out. We exited the highway, turning west by my reckoning, and into Harlem. The Driver turned his head slightly, and asked, "Now where to?"
And I was stumped, momentarily. I didn't really know anyplace in Harlem. I mentally shrugged, and was about to tell him to drop me off here, so that I could walk back.
The sound of gunfire in the distance cause the cab driver to slam the brakes, and me to nearly bang my head on the seat in front of me. He was frozen with indecision. I wasn't. I pulled another wet hundred dollar bill out of my backpack, and dropped it in his lap. I got out, as he sputtered nonsense, surprised at the amount.
"Get out of here," I ordered as I slammed the door shut, carrying my backpack in my other hand. He u-turned in the road, and drove off without another word. I pulled my mask out, and put it back on, followed by my backpack. I could hear more gunshots, more distinct, in that there were less of them now. I took off at a run, straight for the fight.
If it was gang members, they were probably reacting to their leadership situation. Either taking it out on each other, taking it out on the surrounding populace, or fighting another gang for some perceived issue of dominance. No matter the reason, it was time for me to clean up.
I swam with long, powerful strokes. The red light was down to a dull gleam, through the foot or so of water above me. Two hundred yards away, the bay I had dived into curved back around. A pier, outcropping, or fill- whatever it was called, jutted out. I headed straight for the edge of it, not to get out, but to keep my bearings. I figured it was due north, and I could see the tip of Manhattan, a forest of buildings, poking above in the same direction.
A closer glimmer of light alerted me that I wasn't alone. A high-powered flashlight was dancing across the water, and several more were flying above me. I surfaced for breath, only letting my face come above water. A quick gasp, and I was back underneath.
I flipped over, and could see through the murky, dirty, disgusting water with ease. Above me, Ballast floated on a cardboard box. Even soaked and collapsed, it supported her weight. She could make anything, literally anything, remain buoyant with just a touch. Notable examples included cars, sections of buildings, and large rocks. I didn't know if she had a time limit on the power, but it allowed her to stay out of the water, even if she had to take her shirt off to use as a flotation device.
Three fliers, hard to identify with the lights occluding my vision, were looking for me as well. A bit too many. I reached the pier, with only one more stop for breath. Hand against the slimy concrete, I looked back up. A helicopter had joined them, along with two more over the initial fight area. They really wanted a clean sweep as much as I did.
I kept swimming, hand touching the wall to keep my course. Ahead of me, I could see that little island south of Manhattan rising from the water, at least a mile away. But whatever my new power I had just acquired was, it let me swim with ease. It was almost as easy to move in the water as it was to move on land.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I saw a beach, right up against the sea wall. It only covered less than a hundred yards, north of the small docks, but it would be enough for me to get onto the island. Climbing several feet of wet, slick seawall straight from the water was firmly in the realm of the impossible, without further expenditure of power and glowing. Three more times surfacing for breath, and I breached the beach, shivering. I hadn't realized how cold the water was, or I had just ignored it while I was moving.
I ran up the beach, and stepped over the foot or so of wall separating the beach from the paved road. Several buildings were lit by floodlights, and I could see several people in the distance, but none near me. I moved across the road, and into the backs of houses, all with their lights on, and two with people in the front yard, staring across the river at the helicopters flying in Brooklyn. I followed the alley, careful to avoid any patches of light that might expose me. I reached a clearing, and moving through a forested area, an unlit building, and another patch of dead grass, I was back at the river.
Half a mile to Manhattan proper. I hadn't planned to have to swim across, but it was certainly better than being caught. And running away from the crime scene would have probably attracted more attention than disappearing into the river. Of course, had I not gone after Mikail, I would have gotten out free and clear. Worth it, in the end though. I rubbed my freezing arms, and stepped into rocks separating the island from the water. I carefully navigated over them, not wanting to slip and break my head. I put a foot in the water, and it actually felt warmer. I waded in, and pushed off from a rock, heading to Manhattan. Much warmer. And just as easy as walking. It only came with the side-effect of getting me soaked, along with all of my spoils.
I checked behind me halfway across, and saw that the helicopters were circling around, flashing their underbelly spotlights on the ground and water. Maybe I hadn't been the only one to escape. Unfortunate, but entirely possible. I'd just have to clean up later.
I touched a wooden pole, driven into the riverbed. I gripped it, and hauled myself on top of it. A series of poles, four wide stretched to a building. An old pier, by my reckoning. I stood, wobbling slightly, and then sprinted across them, a step on each one. And I kept my balance all the way, terminating in a jump on to the building proper. I shimmied on the ledge, all the way around the shorter face, and then jumped down, the buildings facade staring me in the back. Several cars passed by in front of me, as the road curved around, splitting right and into the opposite direction. I removed my mask, wiping the river gunk off my face as I did. I exchanged it with a wad of money from my backpack.
Which was naturally soaked. I pulled a soggy hundred out, and put the remainder back in the bag, zipping it back up as I did. I waited, and the third cab I saw wasn't carrying passengers. I whistled, waving my hands as well. It pulled to a stop, and I ran to it. I opened the door, and sat down with a squelching noise.
"Hey! What do you think you are doing? You're all wet-" The cabbie protested, before I handed him the wet bill.
"Fine. Where we goin'?"
"Harlem," I said, using my hands to keep my hair in front of my face. I didn't have a disguise up, so I had to rely on natural methods.
He grunted, and the cab started moving, back onto the road. I figured he was satisfied with the payment for that distance. Probably three times what it would cost, normally. But I didn't have time or the inclination to quibble. The ride was silent, save for the faint noise of the radio. I wasn't interested in small talk. Harlem was a bit north and east of my apartment, but yet again, my lack of disguise forced my hand, so that if I was identified, they would look in that general location, rather than near Columbia. We drove up the eastern edge of Manhattan, and I got a good quick look at the remnants of my plan.
It was hard to see, several miles out, but I could see the faint pulsing gleam of police lights, and several more helicopters had joined in, with at least two easily identifiable as news choppers, if only from their bright color schemes. It made sense, with probably half of the local Protectorate out in force, that the media would be all over the event. I turned my head, leaning back in the seat, as they passed out of my vision. Another island, this one connected by a bridge, caught my attention. I really needed to double check a map. Learning more landmarks would be helpful for navigation purposes, and acclimatization.
We passed by another strip of land jutting out, and what I thought was the Bronx. It was a bit difficult to make out. We exited the highway, turning west by my reckoning, and into Harlem. The Driver turned his head slightly, and asked, "Now where to?"
And I was stumped, momentarily. I didn't really know anyplace in Harlem. I mentally shrugged, and was about to tell him to drop me off here, so that I could walk back.
The sound of gunfire in the distance cause the cab driver to slam the brakes, and me to nearly bang my head on the seat in front of me. He was frozen with indecision. I wasn't. I pulled another wet hundred dollar bill out of my backpack, and dropped it in his lap. I got out, as he sputtered nonsense, surprised at the amount.
"Get out of here," I ordered as I slammed the door shut, carrying my backpack in my other hand. He u-turned in the road, and drove off without another word. I pulled my mask out, and put it back on, followed by my backpack. I could hear more gunshots, more distinct, in that there were less of them now. I took off at a run, straight for the fight.
If it was gang members, they were probably reacting to their leadership situation. Either taking it out on each other, taking it out on the surrounding populace, or fighting another gang for some perceived issue of dominance. No matter the reason, it was time for me to clean up.
Undead-Spaceman
Skeleton Supreme
- Location
- Somewhere in Orbit
She can take any charm she wants but charms belonging to her Caste or Favored Yozi are cheaper, I think. That or she learns them faster.malhavoc431 said:
No, just Malfeas shining through. Heh. Shining through.gideon020 said:
Cheaper (caste/favored are 8 XP, others are 10 XP)Undead-Spaceman said:
Arkeus
Crazy cat guy
- Location
- France
Well, she is feeling enough guilt that she needs to do something. Very Malfean indeed.gideon020 said:
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Probably Noelle, the Mob aren't THAT quick...illhousen said:
Robo Jesus
Your Mechanical Messiah
:3
It's fun seeing you guys miss some of the more interesting and subtle things we've laid down previously here. Oh, I'm sure many of you will hit yourselves on the head once some of it is revealed, but even so...
It's fun seeing you guys miss some of the more interesting and subtle things we've laid down previously here. Oh, I'm sure many of you will hit yourselves on the head once some of it is revealed, but even so...