Oh, May Blossom. Gotta be faster on those perfect dodges. *shakes head* 
Glorious Shotgun Princess, Thread 3
- Thread starter GreggHL
- Start date
al103
Grumpy Russian Bear (SV edition)
- Location
- Russia, Krasnoyarsk
One of the Dragon's biggest lies is that he always lies. Which actually helps him to lie because when you tell somebody absolute 100% truth and they go and utterly fuck themselves up because "it's Ebon Dragon so he lied to us" is very Ebon Dragon - because he essentially lied... by telling truth. It's more that ED don't tell helpful truths, and as in this case this words have no effect on the situation ED can say truth as truth to show his amusement/contempt and not go against his nature... mocking opponent, preferably by truth is very antagonist thing after all.Manin said:
- Location
- Singapore
Well, if anything the Ebon Dragon should understand one of the rules of lying: the best lies have just enough truth in them.al103 said:
Why? It says as much in his Excellencyhorngeek said:
"A third limitation is that the character can't use
the Charm when being honest, unless revealing a horrid truth
that will hurt or debase the listener"
Even by the most restrictive Yozibot reading of the character, he's explicitly allowed to tell you the truth if it hurts you.
Chloe Sullivan
Subdefective
- Location
- 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale CA
GAT lets you shoot stuff as arrows. You're thinking of Many Missiles Bow Technique, which you would have to get storyteller approval for a custom transformation with, to use that way.BadRoad said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Had he tear ducts installed within the sphere that has for so long served as his main body, Autochthon would weep at the sight.
There are times he misses the omnipotence he once possessed, that the he-who-was-a-universe possessed. The fashioning of this place, the magnificence, is but dim memory in the infinite figments that he can barely call up, much less understand.
There are times he wonders if there was a trade off. If he was more brilliant then, but more myopic, more insane and alien. The screams still make him shiver, make him start. He is used to being seen as a madman, used to being seen as a maniac. But to be seen as a monster...
Still, he muses. Still still still. The eye tilts back up, iris shifting open to marvel at it. The endless weave, wyldstuff unfolded in an infinite tapestry. Gazing upon the endless webbing of walkways and corridors that intersect with it, the time-warping magnificence and heft of the masterpiece that holds reality in sway.
He cannot make such wonders anymore. Part of him knows that- the memories of forging this marvel, this impossibility, lie deep within the recesses of those memories that were before Bright Star created the Autochthon that exists now. But, it still knows him. And he knows the doors no one else does.
Floating along, invisible to the security systems and magicks that keep others out, Autochthon floats along the webbing, weaving between strand and tapestry. His alternate form is still at the office, the helpers he picked up flawlessly impersonating him. Geth, not from Wuffles. Secret from them.
Fascinating, intelligent. Trusting, perhaps too much so. He asked them to come, and they did. "Should do something for them," he muses to himself, passing a gold and gemstone spider weaving strands together.
Well, he should think about making more souls. Perhaps he can make the Geth into one. Something to muse upon, but that's not why he is here. Navigating by memory, careful to avoid the parts lit and the parts occupied, he delves deeper in the tapestry, deeper into the infinite and warped expanse.
Until he is once more in darkness, and floating in emptiness between a webbing of be and not. Extending the iris, faint lights marking the seems of his armor, he provides illuminating. Illumination that reflects off a thing of breath taking beauty that ambles along the strands towards him.
Twice as big as his sphere, legs of starmetal and a caparace of purest gold, weaving mandibles of moonsilver click together in time with her steps. All five colors of jade decorate the wrought and masterfully crafted body of the massive pattern spider, eight eyes of gemstone and gold regarding him with curiosity, interest...
And finally, recognition.
"Hello, Ansa Firstborn. Do you remember me?"
The spider clicks her mandibles together and bows her head, as if to say, 'What loved daughter does not recognize her father?"
There are times he misses the omnipotence he once possessed, that the he-who-was-a-universe possessed. The fashioning of this place, the magnificence, is but dim memory in the infinite figments that he can barely call up, much less understand.
There are times he wonders if there was a trade off. If he was more brilliant then, but more myopic, more insane and alien. The screams still make him shiver, make him start. He is used to being seen as a madman, used to being seen as a maniac. But to be seen as a monster...
Still, he muses. Still still still. The eye tilts back up, iris shifting open to marvel at it. The endless weave, wyldstuff unfolded in an infinite tapestry. Gazing upon the endless webbing of walkways and corridors that intersect with it, the time-warping magnificence and heft of the masterpiece that holds reality in sway.
He cannot make such wonders anymore. Part of him knows that- the memories of forging this marvel, this impossibility, lie deep within the recesses of those memories that were before Bright Star created the Autochthon that exists now. But, it still knows him. And he knows the doors no one else does.
Floating along, invisible to the security systems and magicks that keep others out, Autochthon floats along the webbing, weaving between strand and tapestry. His alternate form is still at the office, the helpers he picked up flawlessly impersonating him. Geth, not from Wuffles. Secret from them.
Fascinating, intelligent. Trusting, perhaps too much so. He asked them to come, and they did. "Should do something for them," he muses to himself, passing a gold and gemstone spider weaving strands together.
Well, he should think about making more souls. Perhaps he can make the Geth into one. Something to muse upon, but that's not why he is here. Navigating by memory, careful to avoid the parts lit and the parts occupied, he delves deeper in the tapestry, deeper into the infinite and warped expanse.
Until he is once more in darkness, and floating in emptiness between a webbing of be and not. Extending the iris, faint lights marking the seems of his armor, he provides illuminating. Illumination that reflects off a thing of breath taking beauty that ambles along the strands towards him.
Twice as big as his sphere, legs of starmetal and a caparace of purest gold, weaving mandibles of moonsilver click together in time with her steps. All five colors of jade decorate the wrought and masterfully crafted body of the massive pattern spider, eight eyes of gemstone and gold regarding him with curiosity, interest...
And finally, recognition.
"Hello, Ansa Firstborn. Do you remember me?"
The spider clicks her mandibles together and bows her head, as if to say, 'What loved daughter does not recognize her father?"
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Ansa Firstborn is the largest and oldest of the Pattern Spiders, the constructs which maintain the Loom of Fate. She was created by Autochthon, and she is the mother of all of the Spiders that exist in Yu Shan. And, apparently, she has a fonder opinion of her father than most of his creations do.SightedJT said:
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
In another thread this was the summary on Asna's power over fate, I think it is correct:SightedJT said:
The Sidereals and Kejack should start to have fridge horror realizations about how much they fucked up by getting Autochthon an office in Yu-shan just about now. But it is already too late.Plotvitalnpc said:
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Oh no.GreggHL said:
He would not do that.
I was just pointing out the extent of power Asna has over Fate..and Asna dearest being rather fond-ish of Auto-kun..
..which equals in the Siddies just losing any of the significant leverages they have over him. If anything hurts a single hair on his humanform avatar's head..and it is related to the Sidereals in any way..Kejack is going to have problems.
The Sidereals are NOT stupid to not to realize the above stated facts very soon..que..frigde horror.
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GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
Aaaaaand now you see why Chejop Kejak approached Autochthon in such a way as to make an excellent first impression. Because Chejop Kejak is old enough to know better.Durabys said:
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Exactly.GreggHL said:
But I am still unsure if it was a good idea on Kejack's part. Autobot IS a loose cannon.
... so Autocthon might have sort of raised Iri (not even deliberately) as her sort of long-lost sister or niece?GreggHL said:
Autocthon believes that there is a certain proper way for arachnoids to be, and that is "cheerful". Sadly, Metagaos ate his race of Smiling Spiders back before the PW, and ever since then, he has tried to recreate their sunny demeanor and the smile in their many, many eyes.
Shoots her mace.BadRoad said:
Wouldn't Ansa's control/knowledge of Fate mean that she would now if a Sidereal was going to mess with Auto, and then be able to stop them preemptively? And since they are Sids, they would be able to tell that she was going to do that, and then not, so she wouldn't and then....Durabys said:
Ugh paradox headache.
No. Because;Lirana said:
1) Fate doesn't work that way,
2) Autocthon, as a Third Circle, is Outside of Fate and even if he lets it snag him for convenience, it doesn't actually mean he obeys it in any way,
3) Fate really doesn't work that way,
4) Trying to tell where an Exalt is using Fate can work. Trying to tell what an Exalt will be doing a few days from now using Fate is time better spent asking them what their plans are, and trying to persuade them to go where you want them to go by offering them tickets to a play.
And please let this not turn into some exercise in "trying to take best advantage of Ansa". She is a useful component of the Loom, but Fate is basically set up so anyone who matters can go "screw you" to it. Any further debate should be taken to the general Exalted discussion thread.
Okay, thanks for clearing that up. I was not entirely sure how messing around with Fate worked. Also, that is a pretty weak force of destiny they've got there, someone should try to fix that...EarthScorpion said:
Edit: Thanks for the links Durabys!
Durabys
Miaow! Break the Chains!
- Location
- the land of the Boii
- Pronouns
- He/Him
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- Location
- Singapore
I don't know... both seem valid to me. Though the second flows better.Majin83 said:
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
The Ebon Dragon is perfectly capable of telling the truth, it just tends to be the kind that does the most damage possible to a person.horngeek said:
- Location
- The sixth circle of Hell (second on weekends)
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Why? The Dragon doesn't lie all the time. Why, he positively enjoys telling the truth in a specific set of instances.horngeek said:
Specifically, he does it whenever it would hurt more than any lie he could possibly come up with.
Also, cutting someone out of Fate is probably a Shaping effect, in which case Chejop would use a Shaping Defence and go lol-no to it. The problems Ansa could cause, if she had reason, would more be on the one-degree-removed level.
GreggHL
Engaging hilarity engine/air intake
- Location
- Daejeon, Republic of Korea
*is giggling*Destrark said: