Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
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- He/Him/His
Nope. They fear him, due to the presence of the Engine of Extinction and what it signifies... for him AND for them.
Infernal Conundrum: [Exalted/Worm] - Part 2: Hell is Other Exalts
Nope. They fear him, due to the presence of the Engine of Extinction and what it signifies... for him AND for them.
Dr. Mercurious
Strangest Person You Know
- Location
- New England
[X] The voice isn't one you recognize, but the sense of bewilderment they convey is mirror to your own. (Lisa)
--You're not sure why, but they sound as poleaxed as you feel right now. Still, they don't have to sound so amused by everything.
--You're not sure why, but they sound as poleaxed as you feel right now. Still, they don't have to sound so amused by everything.
The vote's closed already.
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
Reread Cosmic Transcendence of Valor. SWLiHN is literally incapable of feeling fear.
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- Location
- Scotland
Ahh... right, sorry about that. I will do my best to keep future replies and arguments civil.
Alright. Thank you for the advice (and the new word!). You are quite correct, and I will do my best to avoid such attacks in the future.
Sorry
Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
As someone who has no Exalted knowledge, I have no idea what this would mean.
But I can only assume that it would be hilarious.
- Location
- Germany
Primordial Principle Emulation
Cost: —; Mins: Occult 6, Essence 6;
Type: Permanent
Keywords: None
Duration: Permanent
Prerequisite Charms: Solar Circle Sorcery
This bizarre Charm was innovated in the High First Age by the Solar Queen K'tula. After warping her body into a cephalopod horror through sorcerous manipulation, she found that she could not innovate new Solar Charms that acknowledged the terrible, inhuman capabilities of her new form. Pressing at the outer boundaries of sorcerous understanding, however, she was able to discern a set of cosmological principles more amenable to the thing she had become: the acrid Essence-flows of Kimbery.
Upon learning this Charm, the character namesa single Yozi. She can henceforth learn and use that Yozi's Charms as though she were a member of the Eclipse Caste, save that she needs no tutor. Primordial Principle Emulation may be purchased a total number of times equal to (Essence – 5), with each purchase covering a different Yozi. The character gains a point of Limit the first time she invokes any Yozi Charm within the scope of a scene. The Yozis are aware of this Charm, having used certain of its principles to help guide the formation of their Green Sun Princes. It has historically pleased them to dispatch their Solar akuma to suppress knowledge of the Charm. The Ebon Dragon especially enjoys the bitter regret ofhis gilded slaves when they realize they bartered away their souls needlessly.
Thanks to the taint of the Great Curse upon their Exaltation, Solars may use this Charm only to unlock the secrets of the mutilated lords of Malfeas. It is possible that a Solar who was somehow cleansed of the Great Curse could also unlock the principles of non-Yozi Primordials. Thankfully, theAbyssal Exalted and their Deathlord masters have never discovered a Charm building off Void Circle Necromancy to gain access to the magics of the slumbering Neverborn. The most well-informed gods of the Division of Secrets hope such a thing proves impossible.
Cost: —; Mins: Occult 6, Essence 6;
Type: Permanent
Keywords: None
Duration: Permanent
Prerequisite Charms: Solar Circle Sorcery
This bizarre Charm was innovated in the High First Age by the Solar Queen K'tula. After warping her body into a cephalopod horror through sorcerous manipulation, she found that she could not innovate new Solar Charms that acknowledged the terrible, inhuman capabilities of her new form. Pressing at the outer boundaries of sorcerous understanding, however, she was able to discern a set of cosmological principles more amenable to the thing she had become: the acrid Essence-flows of Kimbery.
Upon learning this Charm, the character namesa single Yozi. She can henceforth learn and use that Yozi's Charms as though she were a member of the Eclipse Caste, save that she needs no tutor. Primordial Principle Emulation may be purchased a total number of times equal to (Essence – 5), with each purchase covering a different Yozi. The character gains a point of Limit the first time she invokes any Yozi Charm within the scope of a scene. The Yozis are aware of this Charm, having used certain of its principles to help guide the formation of their Green Sun Princes. It has historically pleased them to dispatch their Solar akuma to suppress knowledge of the Charm. The Ebon Dragon especially enjoys the bitter regret ofhis gilded slaves when they realize they bartered away their souls needlessly.
Thanks to the taint of the Great Curse upon their Exaltation, Solars may use this Charm only to unlock the secrets of the mutilated lords of Malfeas. It is possible that a Solar who was somehow cleansed of the Great Curse could also unlock the principles of non-Yozi Primordials. Thankfully, theAbyssal Exalted and their Deathlord masters have never discovered a Charm building off Void Circle Necromancy to gain access to the magics of the slumbering Neverborn. The most well-informed gods of the Division of Secrets hope such a thing proves impossible.
As if Simurgh needs more ways to kill/mindfuck/other people.
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
Fortunately for everyone, the Smurf is insufficiently human to bind to an Exaltation.
greensun
You shall all burn beneath my light!!!
From a rules stand-point I'd say her and her kin are high-powered Behemoths with far-reaching powers and fucking ridiculous soak, hardness and health levels, most of which are -0. The former two increase as it takes damage, I'd also split them into different sub-sections as well, with a different track for each one.
Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Oh. How terrifying.
- Location
- Ireland
Cool start to a story, look forward to this playing out!
From what I gathered about exalted, the Primordials, including the Yozi are basically the greek titans, they created the world; and ruled it as such (i.e. they were a mindbending shower of dicks to all and sundry)
The other gods / spirits decided to do something about this. Alas, it was written into the laws of creation that they could bitch all they wanted, but actually killing one of the current bosses, or overthrowing them was physically and magically impossible. Destiny itself would not allow it to come to pass.
What a shower of cocks right?
the oppressed underclass of slighty less jerkish jerks (remember, greek style gods here) retaliated in true and wonderful shortsightedness. If killing a Primordial is impossible, create something impossible and give them the job.
Cue the Exaltations. Mortals who have the mythical equivilant to nuclear reactors powered by Micheal Bays fever dreams bootstrapped to there souls.
The difficult becomes mundane, the amazing is a parlor trick. The impossible? is now just really hard.
Solars are generals and god-kings in the making; they are the best at what they do, depending on they caste (style or class) thats face punching, sorcery etc. even diplomacy.
Lunars are the ultimate survivors; able to take shapes from worthy prey and basically a complete nightmare to actually kill, they are horrifying magic werewolves. except when they're were-gorillas or something. only fuck with from a distance basically.
The exalted army managed to overthrow the way of the world, new gods settled into old jobs and the primordials were killed, exiled or imprisoned.
The imprisoned bunch managed to basically grab a bunch of black market exaltations, and hand them out along with the overwhelming urge to do... something. Like kill people for jaywalking, or Dance like a motherfucker.
The main problem is, By removing the Yozi from where they belong, they lost parts of themselves - usually the sane bits. So rather than say a Solar, who gets fancy abilities added onto whoever they were, like learning kung fu by wish real hard, or gaining shiny beamspam, Infernal exalts get to become more and more like the most perfect things the Yozi can imagine. Themselves.
Thus, every new charm (skill) Taylor gets will move her physically or mentally towards one of these assholes, a Malfeas charm might mean you have hints of brass or green fire, and you gain his style of abilities (Dancing like the god of bollywood, or annihilating things in green hate-fire) but you also start thinking his way.
You can think of Infernals like Chaos warriors from warhammer, they grow more and more distant from humanity, but gain incredible power.
From what I gathered about exalted, the Primordials, including the Yozi are basically the greek titans, they created the world; and ruled it as such (i.e. they were a mindbending shower of dicks to all and sundry)
The other gods / spirits decided to do something about this. Alas, it was written into the laws of creation that they could bitch all they wanted, but actually killing one of the current bosses, or overthrowing them was physically and magically impossible. Destiny itself would not allow it to come to pass.
What a shower of cocks right?
the oppressed underclass of slighty less jerkish jerks (remember, greek style gods here) retaliated in true and wonderful shortsightedness. If killing a Primordial is impossible, create something impossible and give them the job.
Cue the Exaltations. Mortals who have the mythical equivilant to nuclear reactors powered by Micheal Bays fever dreams bootstrapped to there souls.
The difficult becomes mundane, the amazing is a parlor trick. The impossible? is now just really hard.
Solars are generals and god-kings in the making; they are the best at what they do, depending on they caste (style or class) thats face punching, sorcery etc. even diplomacy.
Lunars are the ultimate survivors; able to take shapes from worthy prey and basically a complete nightmare to actually kill, they are horrifying magic werewolves. except when they're were-gorillas or something. only fuck with from a distance basically.
The exalted army managed to overthrow the way of the world, new gods settled into old jobs and the primordials were killed, exiled or imprisoned.
The imprisoned bunch managed to basically grab a bunch of black market exaltations, and hand them out along with the overwhelming urge to do... something. Like kill people for jaywalking, or Dance like a motherfucker.
The main problem is, By removing the Yozi from where they belong, they lost parts of themselves - usually the sane bits. So rather than say a Solar, who gets fancy abilities added onto whoever they were, like learning kung fu by wish real hard, or gaining shiny beamspam, Infernal exalts get to become more and more like the most perfect things the Yozi can imagine. Themselves.
Thus, every new charm (skill) Taylor gets will move her physically or mentally towards one of these assholes, a Malfeas charm might mean you have hints of brass or green fire, and you gain his style of abilities (Dancing like the god of bollywood, or annihilating things in green hate-fire) but you also start thinking his way.
You can think of Infernals like Chaos warriors from warhammer, they grow more and more distant from humanity, but gain incredible power.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
Of course you also have the opportunity to combine charms from multiple Yozis to create things they could never conceive of on their own. You start thinking like a Yozi because a given charm has a particular benefit/cost. It's a game of balancing incentives.
So I guess the question is what we want our secondary Yozi to be.
- Location
- Ireland
The problem being the balancing game between all the new urges / berserk buttons Taylor stands to gain, don't infernals basically rage out in a very unhelpful fashion if they start tripping over all of there own issues? (is it called torment or something?) If it related to the original Yozi and Taylor being glued to SWLIHN (as I remember this is basically Judge Dredd without any of the humour or understanding right?)
...Well, that could go poorly for Winslow high, as the current title holder for 'dropping the ball on your clearly stated duties' as far as Taylor is concerned...
...Well, that could go poorly for Winslow high, as the current title holder for 'dropping the ball on your clearly stated duties' as far as Taylor is concerned...
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
With She Who Lives in Her Name as the Caste Yozi, which other Yozi's excellency would you say best fits canon!Taylor, would you all say?
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
Malfeas or Kimbery. Maybe Cecelyne, though it represents the ideals Taylor is fighting against.
For Homebrew:
Revlid's First Elloge Excellency(May be a bit Tenuous though)
- Location
- Ireland
Well, what are canon Skitters traits?
Personally, a slight to serious introvert.
Very detail oriented, always watches around herself, rarely at ease.
Utterly selfless, but shockingly ruthless in the right cause. Great friend - horrifying enemy.
Incredibly focused on goals, locks in and warps her whole life around it until it's done.
Massive multitasking and awareness - goes full 1984 at the drop of a hat.
leads an army of the lesser, in order to crush those that would put themselves above her.
Not a fan of backing down.
Personally, a slight to serious introvert.
Very detail oriented, always watches around herself, rarely at ease.
Utterly selfless, but shockingly ruthless in the right cause. Great friend - horrifying enemy.
Incredibly focused on goals, locks in and warps her whole life around it until it's done.
Massive multitasking and awareness - goes full 1984 at the drop of a hat.
leads an army of the lesser, in order to crush those that would put themselves above her.
Not a fan of backing down.
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
Mind you this is not gospel (hence I'm not using my teal QM TEXT), but I'd personally leaned towards Adorjan. Between SWLiHN and Adorjan you get the two contradictory manners in which Taylor operates. Long term planning with a side of surgical precision violence + spur-of-the-moment improvisation and surprise tactics. And in-universe, Skitter/Weaver/Khepri was in a way the living embodiment of "Bad Things Happen" to the mighty and humble alike. I'd considered Cecelyne, because a lot of the things ping on ways Taylor operated, but ultimately the "never applicable if done for altruistic or idealistic reasons" clause sinks that one.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
Now that you bring up that part. Yeah. Kimbery over Cecelyne. Adorjan works with Taylor's fondness for running but I don't think she matches Adorjan personalitywise. Jack Slash would be a lot closer to fitting Adorjan's Excellency in that regard.
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
See, I have to disagree. Taylor's neither naive enough, nor does she hold enough of a grudge. Unless they do their utmost to DESERVE her attention, she lets go of those who've wronged her, which is a major adorjani theme.
I do agree on Jack. He's 100% Adorjani Fiend. Or Moonshadow Caste Abyssal.
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
See, those first five are why Taylor's a Defiler.
Will the Modern Infernal charms be something allowed?
Like Drone-Imprinting Engrams
Like Drone-Imprinting Engrams
Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
- Location
- Best book girl
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Allowed? They're encouraged. We haven't gotten to Ability/Charm selection yet, but one thing y'all are going to have to do is choose between six Slayer Caste abilities and six Fiend Caste ones. (i.e: Firearms/Archery/War/MA/Melee/Thrown: pick five and Bureacracy/Socialize/Ride/Sail/Drive/Linguistics: pick five).
As an aside, I continue to write up parts of 1.2. I just write slowly.
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Thief of Words
Trans lesbian librarian
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- Best book girl
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- She/Her
[X] The voice isn't one you recognize, but the sense of bewilderment they convey is mirror to your own. (Lisa)
--You're not sure why, but they sound as poleaxed as you feel right now. Still, they don't have to sound so amused by everything.
[X] If you've got it, flaunt it!
--Subtlety is for lesser beings than a living avatar of the Yozis. Bring on the flesh-change!
ooo
"What the hell?! How does an inanimate object even manage to scream?!" The voice, female, interrupts your attempts to get your bearings and startles you into placing your foot down on a loose piece of the...whatever it was you just came out of. <"Not to be rude or confuse you further, but it's our chrysalis."> This second voice is one you've heard before, but you don't have time to dwell on that; as your weight goes onto the curved bit of shell, it slides under you, causing you to stumble briefly. The stumble is brief only because for one jarring moment your leg bends backwards, reversing at the knee joint to keep your footing stable enough for you to shift your weight onto your other leg.
Catching yourself on the floor to arrest your fall forward, you take a moment to process what you're seeing, even as the voice which derailed your earlier train of thought keeps speaking. "This was supposed to be easy. No need to worry about interference from capes, just keep watch on an inanimate fucking object until he could arrange a pickup. Now I've got to figure out what the fresh hell just came out of there, and how to relocate or protect it. While out of costume. In the middle of the Docks. Before any of the gangs or worse get here." There's a scraping sound, very much in line with someone moving from seated against the door to standing in front of it. A momentary panic seizes you and you dart from where you were crouched nearly parallel to the floor...only to misjudge your stride and slam bodily into the wall. There's a short and stifled shriek at the bang of your flesh smacking into the metal of the wall, the shout coming from the other side of the door even as you let out a muttered, "Owww."
Your unexpectedly long stride reminds you of what you'd noticed before, just as you'd fallen. "What the hell happened to my arms? A-and legs? And...," you trail off, bewildered at the adult-sounding voice that's coming out of your mouth. It's like your voice, but...older. Somewhere between six and ten years older, if you had to guess, "and my voice," you manage to mutter. At your speech, the person on the other side of the door shifts, calling out amusedly. "Helloo~!" Even as you register that the green-white light flooding the room was coming from around your body, the light begins to fade, leaving you to wonder at the too-long, too-thin nature of your arms and legs. Spindly-looking and backed by slight spines on their trailing edges, your arms look like they're encased in a set of long opera gloves. Or they would, if opera gloves were made of a shiny carapace which shifted from green to blue and back again depending on the light. But it's not just that...or the corresponding, you mentally categorize them as stockings, as the carapace starts mid-thigh and runs down to your too-long, too-many-jointed toes. Each limb is longer than it should be, and has anywhere from one to, in the case of your various digits, up to three more joints than it ought to have. Like your toes, your fingers end in little curved points which resemble nothing so much as the last leg-joint on a crab's leg. Prodding at one hand with the index finger of the other, you notice it has give to it, not being that much tougher than you'd expect skin to be.
"Whoever's in there, I'm here to help you." Pulling on a well of power you sense inside and around you, you follow the dictates of a half-remembered instinct. As you do, you hear the truth of what she's saying resounding with beautifully harmonious resonance in every syllable of what she's saying. "If you'll step in front of the door so I can at least get a good look at you, I'll go ahead and unlock the door so we can get out of here before the gangs start showing up. Just don't jump me like happened in that one horror movie from Earth-Aleph, the one with the alien."
<Gangs? Oh, joyous night! I can not wait to teach you the tricks to fighting one against many!>
You freeze at the second voice piping back up. It's an oddly genteel voice, reminding you of nothing so much as an oddly androgynous British movie character, effete and slightly fussy. It takes you a moment to place the voice as the one you heard back in the locker, the one that offered you help before...whatever it was happened. Looking down at your arm with some chagrin, you assume that you must've triggered...you...you're a cape, now. Putting that out of mind, even as a part of your mind notes the glow in the room fading from painfully bright to a glimmering glow coming from roughly the middle of your forehead, you stand up and step in front of the door.
There's an awkward moment's pause as you wait for the sound of the lock turning before the voice speaks up again, "Okaay. Not that they aren't nice and all, but when I said I wanted a look at you I didn't mean, 'Show me your tits'. I'm here to help you get safely away, not to proposition you." There's a hint of laughter in her voice. With a shock you realize she's right: the window leading into the room is right at...Huh.
Well those weren't there when I went to school this morning. Aaand I'm naked. Why am I naked?
There's a sense of embarassment as the dapper voice adds, <Er...apologies. Miiight be my fault. Nature of the transformation, I'm afraid. Chrysalis is more than a bit rough on fabrics.>
There's a mock-discreet cough at the door and girl continues on. "Ahem. Wow. You are tall. But! Right, mind crouching down a bit so I can at least get a look at your face?" Obliging, you crouch down your many-jointed legs, peering out through the little window in the door's upper surface. Through it, you catch sight of a girl, blonde-haired. You'd put her at maybe a year older than you, maybe your own age. "Oh, wow. Wasn't expecting the third eye there. Mostly human-looking face. Gorgeous, in that uncanny valley, horror movie, please-don't-eat me kind of way. Kind of like the Siberian or the," she trails off, her smile fading a little as she realizes what she's saying. It doesn't take much thought to fill in the blank in her statement. Like the Simurgh? She thinks I look like a fucking Endbringer?!
"I'm babbling, aren't I?" You nod, too busy trying to figure out what the sensations which surround you, her, and a surprisingly wide area around the both of you are to really respond adequately. That sense of alien beings from before, from...shit, right, my locker. You look around a moment. Well, clearly I'm not still at the school.
<Hmm? You're uncertain on the Endbringer resemblance? Well, I suppose I can go over the appearances to see if what she's saying is merited. Hmm...Leviathan? No. Though it does look like something Kimbery would come up with. Behemoth...well, if he were properly oiled up and had enough eyes he'd almost look like Father...as for the Simurgh...oh. Well. No, she's totally off base.>
You start to breathe a sigh of relief.
<She looks far too half-formed to be a creature of HERS, such as yourself. Though I could see where the mistake could be made. You are approximately the right height to be next in the pattern. Give or take half a foot. But she is far too cludgy and asymmetrical. Whereas you have perfect bilateral symmetry.>
"Who even are you?" You aren't entirely sure which of the pair you're asking. Fortunately for you, both presume you mean them.
"You can call me," the blonde in the hallway outside your room pauses a moment, "eh, why not. You can call me Lisa." She offers you a vulpine grin. "And I'm guessing that you're Taylor Hebert, right? The missing girl from Winslow?" Something about the way she says that makes you think it's in no way a guess.
<Oh dear! How utterly cretinous of me. I am Joyous Uncertainty, citizen of the First Circle, and you may think of me as a guide of sorts. I'm your Unwoven Coadjutor, though I suppose the easiest way to explain it is halfway between a shoulder demon and a roommate for your soul.>
This all being somewhat overwhelming, you hold up your hands, gesturing for both of them to stop. Taking a few seconds to process everything you were just told, you nod at Lisa. "I...yes. Missing? I...what time is it? School had just started the last I remember."
"Nighttime." She says, a faint smile still tweaking her lips up at edges. "But!" she claps her hands and begins rubbing them together, "we don't actually have time to go over everything you've missed. Yet. First, we need to get the Hell out of Dodge. Because I'm pretty sure that most of the city could see your little light show back there. That means capes, and since we're in the Docks right now, that means the ABB and E88. I don't know about you," she turned and started walking briskly through the blindingly white halls, clearly expecting you to follow, "but I have no intention of staying around to get caught by either group. We have about ten or fifteen minutes before the first gang members should get here. Don't suppose you know how your powers work, do you?" You shake your head mutely, unsure how to respond to that. You don't even know exactly what it was you did a moment ago, or what the things you keep sensing are. "Ah, that's a shame. Guess we'll have to figure them out later. For now, if we head outside, do you think you can keep your head down and run? Because we really need to get away from this part of town."
You nod again, backing up to make space as she opens the door. Stepping back from the doorway, she gives you a half-mocking bow. As she does, she quirks up an eyebrow. "Huh. Can't say I was expecting the whole cloud-for-hair thing to be so all-over."
You blink, reaching up to pull your hair in front of your eyes, only to find that your hands pass straight through to your scalp. Patting the top of your head in panic you manage to sob out, "My hair?! WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR?!" Lisa's eyes go wide at that. Leaning back, she presses herself against the wall, fear etching her features for a moment, her eyes darting across your features.
<Ah...that, well. It's not my fault, per se.> The voice you kept hearing in your head offers. <"But that sounds like a way my physiology and yours are intersecting.>
There's an awkward pause on all three sides of the situation.
<If it helps, more dramatic transformations are supposedly a mark of favor.>
You stifle the urge to scream, instead balling your overly-long fingers into fists. "Fine," you manage to bite off. "Do you have a plan from here?"
Lisa frowns, gesturing for you to proceed ahead of her. Setting into a quick, space-eating lope, you quickly find yourself pulling well ahead of her, despite your need to duck your head to keep from scraping the roughly ten-foot ceiling. "Well, first part is to get out of here, obviously. From here...unless you have somewhere else to go, I figured we could try to head for the Ship Graveyard, since it's more or less uninhabited."
You take several deep breaths, forcing yourself to calm. "Can't say I have a better idea right now." Frowning, you turn to look behind you, catching a glimpse of wispy, white billows which seem to sublimate off your scalp. "Are you coming or do I need to carry you?" Your snappish tone seems to prompt her to quicker action.
Lisa breaks into a jog, her eyebrows furrowing as she considers something. As you pass beyond the white-bleached segments of the cheap storage units which make up the building you're in, she gestures for you to make a right turn. Making the turn, the two of you find yourself at an exit door. Lisa having to hurry to keep up with your steady walking speed, you arrive first. Reaching out with one of your arms, which now reach to roughly mid-calf on your nine-foot plus height, you tug at the exit door, only to find it locked. Arching one brow at Lisa you wait for her to catch up.
"Okay," she manages to pant out as she catches up to you at the door, her fingers dancing deftly through a quick combination of numbers on the electronic door lock, "definitely some kind of Mover power on your part, even if it's just a result of your long legs." Looking back up at you after catching her breath, she offers you a vixenesque smirk before warning you, "Just in case you forgot, it is January out there, so...sorry in advance." Tugging the door open, she blasts you with a frigid gust of winter air. Stifling the urge to curse up a blue streak, you follow the jacket-clad girl out and into the dark of the late-night Docks. Looking right, then left, then closing her eyes and listening for exactly five seconds, she looks up at you and says, "From here we have two or three options. Ship graveyard is more or less due North of here. We can hook left around the building ahead of us, erring westwards on street level. It's probably the most immediately risky route, since the ABB are almost certainly ahead of the Empire goons in getting here. Then there's going right and hooking east. That'll pull us towards skinhead central. They've probably got more guys and a bigger chance of having ground-pounding capes than the ABB, but we've got longer before we'll likely run into them. Or, given that you look like you've got a solid sixteen-feet or so reach flat-footed, we can see if you can hook the rooftop dead ahead of us, pull me up with you, and make a roof-level bee-line for the graveyard. Almost certain not to run into anyone but high-mobility capes if we're traveling at ceiling level, so Oni Lee, Rune, and maybe a couple of others at the worst. Since any of those plans depends on your reach or how quickly you can run...well, I'll leave it up to you. Which way do you want to go?"
ooo
[ ] Take the high road
--Chance running into capes above roof level to avoid the risk of running into any gangers.
[ ] I think I'm turning Japanese
--Turn left and risk a more immediate run-in with the ABB at a reduced risk of encountering capes.
[ ] Take the skinheads bowling
--Go right and run the risk of encountering a mix of E88 capes and gangers, but with a greater head-start than you'd have with the ABB.
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