PHASE 23: NEVERENDING BATTLE
Rolls to dodge are
here
"I should have said please" stated Ziizo not really caring. if Lady Luck didn't wanted him to fix the others disasters he wasn't going to do it... yet.
"Now what I can do with my reality warping skills" Ziizo stood there thiking before a idea crossed his mind.
"I am singing on the rain" he sung while trying to create a umbrella with his ring "just singing in the rain"
Apparently, the rain doesn't appreciate your singing, and refuses to come. Maybe you're off-tune...?
...wait, when did you come back to life?
Kintsugi snarled. She didn't know how she'd managed to absorb his attack, but she was a bit too busy to care about that right now. Right now, she wanted this thing dead.
With a flick of her tail and a flap of her wings, Kintsugi darted forward and slashed down, aiming for his connections. The lines, the ties wrapped around him that symbolized his ties to its god, its power, its very sense of self. She'd remove its ability to defend itself first and see if she could find any answers later.
If she cut too deep and killed it by accident? No great loss, and besides, it'd killed her first. Killing it back would only be fair.
You slash at its connection... oh crap, you're stuck in the connection! You can feel it sapping your energy, holding you in place as the paladin charges an energy blast and-
Kintsugi is Dead. Again.
Krogoth laughed, its deep chuckling somehow making a sound in the vacume of space.
The foolish Avatar was beginning to understand what it means to defy a being as great as its creator!
Now, for the final lesson, how it felt to die.........
Pointing at the soon to be destroyed Avatar Krogoth simply focused on the very bonds holding it together, demanding that they fail, causing the rebellious creature to explode.
(+1 destruction roll)
You try, but through force of will, the Avatar manages to hold on, keeping the bonds from sundering. He does seem too distracted to do anything else at the moment, though.
I decide to hold a feast in honor of Koboldheim's new establishment, to raise moral and celebrate the occasion!
To the feast! It's a major success! Everyone's enjoying themselves and...
Huh. That's odd. You can feel some sort of energy flowing into you as the celebration goes on. A transformation, granting you power from celebration and the ability to nudge people towards celebration on a massive scale.
Perhaps... perhaps even a
godly scale...?
+1 to all celebration rolls.
Well... I certainly wasn't expecting to be back here so soon. Unfortunately, I'll have to check their progress another time. I need to find who caused my death.
(Using my +1 to finding things)
The scan easily homes in on the culprit and tells you basically
everything about him: the man-turned-god who calls himself Shard. You know everything he's done since he gained Lady Luck's power (some strange force prevents you from seeing any further back, though).
No bonus, but you now have knowledge of all of Shard's posts in the IC thread, as well as his stat sheet.
As the drones began their work, I considered what else I would need to add to keep my home safe. Yes, a battery of inter-dimensional artillery keyed to automatically shoot down anyone attempting to enter would certainly be nice deterrent. It could have other uses too, potentially.
However, given what I'd learned about Lady Luck's system, I couldn't rely on anyone staying dead for any real length of time. I could just tell that the most permanent option simply wasn't going to work on one who had the curse, so that leaves a stopgap option. If I destroy their soul utterly they by definition wouldn't be able to come back, but I supremely doubted I'd be able to achieve that level of thoroughness. Instead, simply shattering their soul into pieces would allow me to greatly complicate the resurrection process, granting a much longer period of respite before I had to worry about them returning.
With that knowledge, I called up Anne, informing her "Anne, I'll need the schematics for the Doom Cannon and 150 kg of raw Ectoplasm!"
My creation asked "What are you planning on building now Mother?"
To this I replied "I am going to construct an automated battery of interdimensional artillery to kill people trying to trespass in Asylum and make them STAY dead. I call it, project Ghostbreaker." as I prepared my tools
Soon, the prototype is ready, and you have some ectoplasm ready as the target.
"Initializing... fire!"
And that's when it all goes wrong.
Instead of being obliterated, the ectoplasm shudders... and
expands,
turning into a huge, amorphous mass of cackling ectoplasm. Instead of a Ghostbreaker cannon, you've made a Ghost
maker cannon.
Unfortunately, the ghost seems to be lashing out wildly, hitting you and yeah, that feels like a broken rib. You cry out in pain.
The ghost pauses, then... is that a
whimper? It looks so apologetic... Even once the machines get to working on fixing you, it still seems too apologetic for you to hold it against it... it just came to life, after all. It didn't know any better... Punishing it would feel like kicking a puppy.
-1 to all ectoplasmic destruction rolls. You may name the ghost and assign gender as free actions.
"Perfect my nine-year-old ass!" SlugSLinger yells back. At the same time he thinks, looking throufh his alternate selves memories or a way to defeat the metahuman.. Reed Richards and his friends could do it, why not him?
It doesn't take you too long to come to the conclusion that you have two major options: either play "fair" and shift into Reed Richards and taunt him, thus throwing him off his game; or just access the versions of you with "unlimited cosmic power" and win that wa- GYARRRRRRGGGHGHHH-!
Jake is Dead.
...?
Huh? You had died... but then you came back?
Doom growls in frustration... and a bat swoops down and turns into what looks an awful lot like Count Dracula.
"Slugslinger! Prepare to die! ...wait, who are you?"
"Doom needs no introduction nor explanation."
Did a planet just explode?!
I must reinforce this planet's force fields then, to protect it further, but how?
...How about modifying them, such that:
1. They are rotating, instead of static, such that they "slap away" enemy attacks instead of just taking them head on.
2. They distribute the impact across the entire shield, rather than just the area under attack.
3. They regenerate instantly.
((Using the +1 to force field rolls))
You concentrate on the forcefields, but you appear to hit a wall before you can do more than grant instant regeneration.
"
OH MY GOD YOU CAN TALK" I shout in surprise. Also,
DAMMIT PHILLIPPE, THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR CRAP.
Okay. New plan. The zombie knight lady has, at least, been stripped of her power armour. And whatever she was wearing under it.
. . .
I should. . . do something about that. . .
. . .
Obviously, she takes
very good care of herself. Took very good care of herself. Whatever.
. . .
Phillippe clears his throat. Or whatever the equivalent is for cloud people.
"Hurrr.
Fine. Let's... do something, then."
Plan time. I need to do something about the naked zombie down there, but in such a way that whatever zombified her can't just repeat the process. Easiest way I can think of to do
that is to turn her into something else altogether - something to which life and death are more abstract, or even altogether meaningless. Something like a
machine.
"I wish for that undead warrior-lady down there to be returned to life.
As a robot."
With no further ado, Enydnu suddenly transforms into a robot! She appears to have also gotten an exoskeleton resembling her power armor. Unfortunate.
"I... what's happened to me?" She sounds almost horrified. Well, as horrified as a robotic voice can be.
+1 to next robotic conversion roll.
Cardiff blinked in surprise. "Well. That walker's more durable than it looks. I'm sorry, Captain, but I think we'll have to risk the lasers after all."
There was no response. Cardiff turned to look at Captain Egret. "Captain? Are you all right?"
Captain Egret had pulled his hat over his eyes, and was blushing furiously. Cardiff raised an eyebrow, then looked at the woman fighting the walker in the nude. And then she sighed. "You didn't notice the other person, did you."
"Not really, no," Captain Egret muttered in an embarrassed tone. "We're lucky that I remembered to only affect non-living things in the blast, or else she'd be a casualty..."
Cardiff took another look at the woman, and frowned a little. "Curious."
"What?"
"I don't think she even noticed that her clothing was disintegrated. That seems rather abnormal."
Captain Egret lifted his hat a little. "Yeah, that
is weird. Even if she was trying to ignore it, the temperature change should have caused some reaction. Something's up."
Cardiff nodded. "And as Marines, it's our duty to investigate any suspicious activity, in case it leads to a crime."
Captain Egret shook himself, and adjusted his coat so it billowed properly in the breeze. "Alright then. Let's get going."
And with that, the two Marines started striding towards the woman and the purple walker. "Ahoy!" Captain Egret shouted as he approached. "This is Captain Egret and Lieutenant Cardiff of the Global Marines! State your names, ranks, and intentions, if you'd be so kind!"
(OOC: In case it isn't clear, I'm trying to get a clearer picture of what exactly is going on between
@RadioactiveSpoon and the paladin whose clothes I just disintegrated.)
As you get closer, you see some sort of automaton where the woman had been, staring at its hand. In front of it is the purple machine from before, with a human and a cloud inside.
...what? What
happened? Where'd the woman go? Where'd the automaton come from? And why hadn't it been disintegrated?
Suddenly, your ring beeps softly, then projects a hologram of the last twenty minutes or so onto your eyes.
You see the purple machine suddenly appearing in the White House.
You see the person inside the machine start freaking out about something.
You see the automaton approach the purple machine, and some talking.
You see the automaton suddenly attack, with no prior warning.
You see its outer layer disintegrate, leaving behind the naked woman from before. Perhaps it
wasn't an automaton, and that was just armor?
You see the woman suddenly change back into the automaton.
Then the display ends.
+1 to next data-gathering roll.
Oh, wow.
That would have been embarassing.
I decided to make myself a new sword. An artifact that resounded clearly of darkness, doom, despair and all that. And one that cut through things pretty well, though thay was sort of secondary.
"Tremble, for from eternal darkness I forge a blade.." I incanted, weaving shadows into a solidified form..
"Eternal" darkness proves more apt than you know, as you draw on some sort of dimension where all is shadow in order to form your blade. The blade bonds with you, injecting you with shadow and linking the two of you together.
As long as you wield this blade, the darkness is yours to command.
+1 to all shadow rolls.
Suddenly, a huge, draconic version of the Grim Reaper appears in front of you.
"What?! What foolishness is this?" He rounds on you.
"Did you do this? You have cheated death already. Do you think to dethrone me as well?"
"I enslaved Ancalagon, along with a dragon army. I told him to fuse with the afterlife, to become a God of the afterlife. It backfired, severely." I grimaced, than looked up at the planet. I sighed.
"That.. Also keeps happening." I muttered.
"...let us assume you are telling the truth," the hero eventually says, pointing a finger at you. "That means that you unleashed Ancalagon on the world and made him
even worse. I'll believe you, human, but once Ancalagon is dead for good, you're next."
After change the idiot in to another defiler I star up to see a plant explode.
I am a Tzeentch follower so not knowing what the flak is going is one way of pissing us off.
Time to use the warp
Edit: do I have bonuses for this
You use the warp... and get the irritating non-answer of "Someone made a planet that exploded". Well,
yes, that's something you didn't know before, but most of the crucial information (such as who would be so stupid as to do something like that) is completely missing from that account.
Hmm. Well, first things first:
This was a 3D world. Which meant that things could move forward and backward, left and right, up and down. She moved her arm in those directions, to further emphasise that thought.
Now, if she'd gained the ability she thought she had, she'd be able to move in two more directions, perpendicular to all those other ones. There were different names for those directions, but she preferred 'upsilon' and 'delta'. Mostly because they sounded like 'up' and 'down'.
The girl moved her hand in a direction she wouldn't have been able to imagine a few moments ago, and it disappeared.
Except that wasn't quite right. It was still there. If she focused her eyes, moved her head in a particular way and concentrated, she could see it.
She withdrew her hand, bringing it back into 3D space. Now she could probably step out of here and away from-
..."Earendil"? "Ancalagon"? Those sounded like fantasy names. And had someone just tried to kill the dragon god of the afterlife? How would that even work?
That sounded like a riddle. How do you kill a god of death?
And phrased like that, an idea occurred to her.
You don't.
Forge Ancalagon's essence into something small and light, like a ring. And maybe offer it to that mad scientist as a test subject for her soulbreaker- well, Ghostbreaker, weapon. That sounded like it could be useful. She could drop it at the entrance to Asylum. An appropriate name in a lot of ways, if perhaps not quite all the ones the good doctor had intended.
Wait, if I do that she'll know someone can still track her. And she'll get even more paranoid, and she'll come up with even crazier security measures...
Yes, antagonising a mad scientist was never a good idea. Maybe she'd just drop it in an utterly inaccessible and inhospitable place. Like a volcano? It worked for the Fellowship. Or a black hole, or the heart of a neutron star, taking a few cues from that overlord.
Though, speaking of the overlord, maybe there was another solution.
They both wanted to be gods. They could settle this among themselves.
You wave your hand and-! Oops. You got the teleportation part right, but the ring part seems to have been missing. Oh well.
Well....I suppose it was a rather silly idea...
"Adam, any damage to the ship?" I asked, tone as hopeful I absently looked over the interior of my star-ship.
"Actually, Lady," Adam replies, sounding as confused as a computerized voice can,
"the overload appears to have strengthened the ship somehow. Some sort of Chozo technology. I won't even pretend that I understand it, but... I don't think we'll have to worry about the ship being damaged again."
Your ship and everything inside it get +1 to all rolls to dodge.
It's a good thing, too, because lasers suddenly begin striking the ship! The culprit seems to be someone in power armor, just floating through space and firing at your ship.
I blink once again at my current predicament, from a moment before I was just minding my own business lurking through forums and reading quest and fanfics.
Then I've suddenly just appear here somewhere amongst the glowing forest of trees, I recall the words of a strange holographic woman who call herself 'Lady Luck'. Well, a recorded message actually since I now think about it.
Certainly this is quite unexpected and somewhat dissapointed at myself on how I've got myself to go through one of most cliche plot starter of SI being given boon and travel the multiverse by a Random Omnipotent Being just because it's bored....
Well it is random and as random as it maybe, I feel a sort of mix terror, euphoria and indecisiveness on what I am going to do next. Right now I'm wearing the same space suit from Space Odyssey, worn by the main character from the movie.
I stood there in the forest of glowing trees, I really don't know what I am suppose to do. Lady Luck said that I was given a fraction of her powers to be used and.... There are other people with similar powers like him here as well on this world...
The first thought running through my mind is to build a base of sorts here amongst the forest, maybe go with the theme of Space, conjuring Module Station for me to currently live in right now and gather my thoughts... Another thought come to mind is to go find someone who has an ounce of knowledge on what's going on here on this world or planet as I'm completely lost on what to do...
But with no knowledge on where to start or begin, and a sense of bewildment that I'm going to use a power that I may or may not have no knowledge of what it'll do. I've made my decision and try to conjure up a ground base like the one from the movie Martian.... Or anything really if I reeeeally try hard enough to think of something from my mind.
You try and you try, but for some reason, you can't seem to visualize the base well enough to bring it into existence...
"Hmm, looks like I died. Oh well! Pretty soon that respawn system will work. Annnnnnnyyyyyyyy second nooooooooooooooow....... WHY THE FUCK ISN'T IT WORKING! JEESE SCYTHEESE, WHAT KIND OF LOW-BUDGET CRAP IS THIS! ANY RTD IN THIS STYLE WORTH ITS SALT WOULD HAVE ITS FUCKING RESPAWN SYSTEM ACTUALLY FUNCTION! NO WAIT, EXIST! THATS IT, IM PUTTING A AUTOMATIC RESPAWN SYSTEM FOR EVERYONE!"
You successfully put the respawn system into play, and before you can blink, you've returned to life!
No bonus, in exchange for changing your roll into something that lets you respawn this round.
The tiny machine groaned in annoyance. Useless slaves! Their creation is ultimately sub-par, they were not what he had wanted.
Well, if you wanted anything done right, do it yourself. In this case, yourselves. The prime directive ditacted that it should have multiply and construct more versions of itself in order to assist in construction. With this new development, it had dismissed this as unimportant. Alas, it would seem that the Creators' wisdom is once more vindicated.
Of course, the original directive stated that each new terraformer will be a seperate entity that is linked to the whole on via quantum entanglement networking. This is procedure highten the chance of individual nanobot going rouge and lessen efficiency, but unfortunately neccessary to ensure they can be easily built.
However, it can go around this. It newfound mind is more than enough to pilot all new bodies it create simultaneously, thus dramatically increase efficiency and stomp down on the chance of rouge creations.
Yes, more bodies, so that it can construct and spread the Creators' glory faster.
You duplicate yourself. And duplicate again. And again. And again...
Before long, you have precisely 1000 bodies. That's probably enough for now.
+1 to next building roll.
EVENT: WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT ENEMIES
SlugSLinger has access to all of his alternate selves. Unfortunately, by doing so, he has also attracted the attention of every single one of his enemies, and they are out for blood... ideally SlugSLinger's, but some of them might happily attack others.
Current enemies: Dracula (facing Jake), Doctor Doom (facing Jake), Peter Pettigrew (at the Pool of Kintsugi).
EVENT: EVERYTHING CHANGED WHEN THE AVATAR ATTACKED
The creature that Krogoth the Entity accidentally created has destroyed Planet Kronoha! What will he do now?
EVENT: ANCALAGON THE BLACK
An evil dragon is currently the god of the afterlife. As his first act, he slew every single Dragonsbane Paladin and reanimated them as his slaves. They'll be wandering everywhere, attacking whoever they come across...
Current Paladins: Sha (at the Pool of Kintsugi), Niknar (facing Silvan Eldar)
The dragon himself takes the form of a draconic Grim Reaper, and is facing Shard.
EVENT: TWINS
Planet Krogoth and Lyrical Nanoha Earth are now separate, though they can still be seen from each other.
EVENT: CHAMPION OF LIGHT
Shard has awakened the Shadow Dimension. But when the Shadow Dimension wakes, so too does its counterpart, the Light Dimension. And since the shadows have chosen Shard as their champion, a champion of light must also be chosen. But who?
EVENT: DETERMINATION
At the end of each round, everyone who is
Dead will automatically roll to respawn. 1-3, you don't respawn, 4-6, you do.
