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Prince Aladdin Quest (Disney Villains *Almost* Victorious)
The "Great Teacher" Tai Lung (Canon)
Okay, I have no idea how this omake looks to anyone else, but I have work that needs doing tomorrow and I'm never going to finish this if I don't finish it tonight. I tried to make the characters sound like different people when they spoke, but I can't tell how successful I was. Certain inaccuracies such as other people's usage of Tai Ling's name are deliberate, but feel free to point them out anyway in case I actually missed something.
If someone has a better suggestion for a title, I'll take it.
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The "Great Teacher" Tai Lung
Tai Lung was struggling with a conundrum. Which greatly annoyed him – for all that he thought himself wiser and more worldly than he had been, he had never been less certain of himself than he was now.
If that bitch Mount Tai could do him the favor of not moving for a while so he could get his bearings, it would be most appreciated.
On any other day, he would have chastised himself for the rude thought as a loss of discipline, but here and now he was too distracted. When his liege Aladdin (and wasn't that an odd thought, to willingly serve another) had instructed him to train the soldiers in jungle and night fighting, it had seemed a simple task. Was he not the greatest martial arti-
No, he was not. Even if he had not been defeated bythat fat ba the Dragon Warrior he had seen too much of the world and had too many illusions shattered to think in such terms. While he would probably get there eventually, he had not yet reached a point where he could make the blood of the world dance to his whim. So where before he would have simply grinned and gotten to work, this time he took it slow.
First, picking out the natural talents in the ranks. Those who walked and talked and moved more softly and quietly than their brethren, especially the ones who did so unknowingly. The tough ones who ran longer, drank more alcohol, endured greater damage in the sparring ring before they quit. And while he would never admit to the feeling of regret when he saw them, even to himself, the ironclad ones who gave more of themselves to every exercise and task – even when they probably shouldn't have.
Then he tested them. Stalking them when they were on night watch, infiltrating their bunks and barracks to move things around, throwing small packets of bird dung to see how they reacted to being startled out of their routines. That last was especially fun – how Shifu had punished him when Tai Lung delivered his "birthday present". Oogway had just laughed and pranked Tai Lung in return – he hadn't stopped itching for days, and he still didn't know how…
But this wasn't China. These soldiers weren't his fellow students and teachers. And they were, one and all, complete shit.
Their night vision was atrocious, their hearing was hardly any better. Their sense of smell and taste was acceptable, but all too often dulled by booze and brothels. The concept of relaxed vigilance was one they had apparently never heard of! If any of these men and occasional women had been students at the Jade Palace, they'd have been given some remedial training even Tai Lung shivered to remember!!
...
But then, that was the point. They had never heard of Shifu or Oogway or the Valley of Peace. Not one of them could even imagine the Trial of Eight Palms, or the March of Eggs and Grass.
And now, by given word and sworn obligation, it was Tai Lung's responsibility to teach them what he could of a land they had never seen, a history of martial excellence they had never heard of, all to hopefully never fight a war in one of the most lethal and bloodthirsty environments Tai Lung had ever seen in his travels.
…
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Was this...was this how Shifu had felt teaching him?
He was going to need some advice on how to start.
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He had to give Haroud credit for somehow acquiring a jug of Yellow River Rice Wine. It was something he did to everyone, presenting a small piece of what he thought was their home when he first met them to see how they reacted. Fortunately for Tai Lung's dignity, it wasn't quite on target.
"So what brings you to my table, Mr. Lung? I'd have thought you'd be busy with that training program our lord gave you."
Both blunt and searching. Arguably rude, but he was above such pettiness when it presented an opening to make use of.
"The – what do you call it, is curriculum the word? – is mostly complete, and will begin shortly. But while I was making plans I had a thought. Elite warriors are all well and good, but war is often a great deal of waiting with only brief periods of action and bloodshed. So I had a thought; if we're spending the money and time to create a high quality blade for Ababwa, why not see what else can be added to make them useful for other duties when open battle is not needed?"
"Oh?" Haroud leaned in slightly with a raised eyebrow and speculative smirk. "What duties did you have in mind?"
"Nothing too extravagant, just some extensions of what they will already be trained for. As night fighters in a jungle setting, I thought you would have some advice on how they might better learn to participate in eavesdropping and backstabbing."
Haroud's smirk widened into a grin. "Why Mr. Lung, what a thing to say! One would almost think you thought I was some sort of petty criminal, picking pockets and knifing drunks for coppers."
Tai Lung bared his teeth in return. "On the contrary, my dear Haroud – I do not think there is anything petty about you. I have nothing but respect for your skills, and would see it passed on to others if we can."
Haroud took a moment to sip at his own cup of wine, and Tai Lung did the same. When he set it down, the grin had settled slightly.
"Well, I am sorry to tell you that I do not know much of anything about that sort of business, but I do have a few amusing stories of my youth. Care to finish the rest of this jug with me as we spin yarns at each other?"
"Of course, my friend. Seems a good way to spend an evening."
"In fact, let me call in Sinbad and Scheherazade – they should be free this evening, and I suspect they have a few tall tales of their own we might enjoy…"
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Aabdar the apothecary glared at the odd cat-man as he stood there in what he probably thought was a casual fashion.
"And why exactly do you need, and speak up if I'm getting any of this wrong, 'a non-toxic paste resistant to the usual forms of dissolution but safely responsive to its counter-agent?' "
"Haroud and I were discussing the various tools he'd seen in his career, and one of the most infuriating yet most rewarding he's ever seen was a sort of glue trap used by one of his competitors. He never managed to make one himself, too 'finicky' apparently, but he's always wanted some for his own use. Seeing as to your skill with assorted poultices, unguents, and other such substances, the choice of who to ask was obvious."
"That doesn't explain why you're here asking for it, nor why you apparently want it now."
"Well, in order to properly use such a thing training is required – who better than I to do so with a minimum of mess? And it is not strictly required now, simply at your earliest convenience."
"And was this pro-"
"Surely you can see the value in making a powerful tool that will aide both Haroud and I in service to our liege. Especially when we go into the jungles, where myriad dangers often keep us from securing its bounty of rare flora and fauna. It would make it so much easier for me to bring back multitudes of reagents that could be made into more tools of even greater splendor."
"…"
"…"
"If this comes back to bite us in the backside, I'm throwing you under the wagon."
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Mama Nijah had heard many strange demands in her time. It was part and parcel of running an "open" tavern – you attracted the disturbing, the odd, and those simply touched in the head.
This wasn't the strangest request she'd ever received. But it was sufficiently unusual she was going to haggle hard over it.
"And what do you think to give me for sending the finest the Blooming Sea has to offer to attend to the first ten of your soldiers to...arrive here, Mr. Lung? Soldiers are hardly the nicest of customers, nor the richest, and this proposal reeks of something that's going to cause me no end of trouble."
"It won't, Mama Nijah. Several of my men will be standing by to make sure nothing untoward happens, un-liquored and sharp-eyed. They will help you keep things under control. As for payment, if the coin I'm offering isn't enough-"
"It is not, Mr. Lung. Coin is something I own in plenty and can earn plenty more of without straining myself or my flowers. Reputation and damages are not something to be risked lightly, and no amount of coin will convince me to go along with this."
"Then I must beg your forgiveness for my ignorance, sweet lady. I am only passingly aware of the practicalities of your business, and would welcome instruction as to how I might better earn your trust."
"A term of service as one of my flowers should work. Let's say, thirty days."
"Unfortunately unacceptable, my dear. As interesting as such service would be, I cannot in good conscious make such a commitment. Among other things, it would conflict with my duties to our king, long may he reign."
"You ask for instruction, then reject it out of hand?"
"Hardly out of hand – simply pointing out the error in the offer, as you have in mine."
"Twenty days, then, to be worked into your schedule. You could earn a great deal of coin and favor in such time, and I would be happy to show you the ropes."
"Madam, just as you will not accept my offer of coin, I will not accept your offer of ropes. Please choose something different."
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"Tell me, how good are you with your hands?"
"It would depend entirely on how I used them, though I humbly claim many skills with them."
"I have heard rumors of odd practices in the Orient. Stories of how skilled physicians and healers can cure many maladies simply by touching different areas of the body. Would you happen to possess any such talents?"
"I cannot speak to the veracity of such rumors, though I have eased a few pains myself."
"Thirty days of service as a guard and healer, then, and your word that you will be discreet about it. I try my best, but even so we get occasional problems that must be dealt with swiftly before they cause trouble and my poor flowers don't deserve to be shamed for simply doing their jobs."
"I'll not serve as a guard for you. But ten days as a healer and teaching some basic knowledge to address minor injuries without more professional help is something I am willing to do."
Mama Nijah carefully hid her smile before it emerged. It wasn't what she was hoping for – an exotic like this talking cat-thing could have raked in gold hand over fist – but for whatever reason this Tai fellow was naive and didn't seem to understand just how valuable an unknown source of medical treatment was in this business. When all the physicians who served her kind were well known, a LOT of sensitive information could be discovered by who visited who at any given time.
And if it turned out he was a hack, it's not like she couldn't get more flowers. Ten days of service was more than enough to make some deals she had been kept away from by the need to not leave evidence behind.
"Bargained and done."
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Tai Lung looked out over the assembled soldiers as they stood in place, sweating and gasping for breath. While they certainly weren't graceful several weeks of training had removed the sheer clumsiness they had first shown. They had even managed to complete this last round of exercises blind-folded without tripping each other, or some such nonsense.
"A-TTEN-TION! FORM RANKS!"
He counted internally as they stumbled and hobbled towards each other. Within two minutes, they stood in somewhat ragged lines with only a few stifled shouts and swearing to show for running into each other. Better – there weren't any new bruises this time, at least.
"AT EASE!"
Oh, that at least was well done. Not one occasion of elbows in other people's guts.
"Before I release you for the day, his honorable majesty the Prince Aladdin has recognized the serious difficulties – and occasional injuries – you have suffered in your duties. As such, he has reserved the Blooming Sea for your exclusive use this evening, paid for out of his own pocket, to reward your loyal service. Unfortunately, due to some renovations they only have ten of their private parlors available, but the rest of the tavern is yours to eat and drink your fill. I would recommend making your way to the bath-house; we have a new stock of cleaning supplies and it wouldn't do for the elite of Ababwa to make a poor showing. DISMISSED!"
Quick as lightning and quiet as a shadow, Tai Lung leapt back and up to the top of the wall surrounding the training yard, then down to the grounds below.
He didn't even make it to the gate before the soldiers started screaming and cursing up a howling racket.
Ah, so they did find the glue immediately. I suppose I owe Haroud three silver.
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That's the end of the Omake, but to answer a question I was asked without double-posting
EDIT: changed a minor word
If someone has a better suggestion for a title, I'll take it.
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The "Great Teacher" Tai Lung
Tai Lung was struggling with a conundrum. Which greatly annoyed him – for all that he thought himself wiser and more worldly than he had been, he had never been less certain of himself than he was now.
If that bitch Mount Tai could do him the favor of not moving for a while so he could get his bearings, it would be most appreciated.
On any other day, he would have chastised himself for the rude thought as a loss of discipline, but here and now he was too distracted. When his liege Aladdin (and wasn't that an odd thought, to willingly serve another) had instructed him to train the soldiers in jungle and night fighting, it had seemed a simple task. Was he not the greatest martial arti-
No, he was not. Even if he had not been defeated by
First, picking out the natural talents in the ranks. Those who walked and talked and moved more softly and quietly than their brethren, especially the ones who did so unknowingly. The tough ones who ran longer, drank more alcohol, endured greater damage in the sparring ring before they quit. And while he would never admit to the feeling of regret when he saw them, even to himself, the ironclad ones who gave more of themselves to every exercise and task – even when they probably shouldn't have.
Then he tested them. Stalking them when they were on night watch, infiltrating their bunks and barracks to move things around, throwing small packets of bird dung to see how they reacted to being startled out of their routines. That last was especially fun – how Shifu had punished him when Tai Lung delivered his "birthday present". Oogway had just laughed and pranked Tai Lung in return – he hadn't stopped itching for days, and he still didn't know how…
But this wasn't China. These soldiers weren't his fellow students and teachers. And they were, one and all, complete shit.
Their night vision was atrocious, their hearing was hardly any better. Their sense of smell and taste was acceptable, but all too often dulled by booze and brothels. The concept of relaxed vigilance was one they had apparently never heard of! If any of these men and occasional women had been students at the Jade Palace, they'd have been given some remedial training even Tai Lung shivered to remember!!
...
But then, that was the point. They had never heard of Shifu or Oogway or the Valley of Peace. Not one of them could even imagine the Trial of Eight Palms, or the March of Eggs and Grass.
And now, by given word and sworn obligation, it was Tai Lung's responsibility to teach them what he could of a land they had never seen, a history of martial excellence they had never heard of, all to hopefully never fight a war in one of the most lethal and bloodthirsty environments Tai Lung had ever seen in his travels.
…
…
He was going to need some advice on how to start.
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He had to give Haroud credit for somehow acquiring a jug of Yellow River Rice Wine. It was something he did to everyone, presenting a small piece of what he thought was their home when he first met them to see how they reacted. Fortunately for Tai Lung's dignity, it wasn't quite on target.
"So what brings you to my table, Mr. Lung? I'd have thought you'd be busy with that training program our lord gave you."
Both blunt and searching. Arguably rude, but he was above such pettiness when it presented an opening to make use of.
"The – what do you call it, is curriculum the word? – is mostly complete, and will begin shortly. But while I was making plans I had a thought. Elite warriors are all well and good, but war is often a great deal of waiting with only brief periods of action and bloodshed. So I had a thought; if we're spending the money and time to create a high quality blade for Ababwa, why not see what else can be added to make them useful for other duties when open battle is not needed?"
"Oh?" Haroud leaned in slightly with a raised eyebrow and speculative smirk. "What duties did you have in mind?"
"Nothing too extravagant, just some extensions of what they will already be trained for. As night fighters in a jungle setting, I thought you would have some advice on how they might better learn to participate in eavesdropping and backstabbing."
Haroud's smirk widened into a grin. "Why Mr. Lung, what a thing to say! One would almost think you thought I was some sort of petty criminal, picking pockets and knifing drunks for coppers."
Tai Lung bared his teeth in return. "On the contrary, my dear Haroud – I do not think there is anything petty about you. I have nothing but respect for your skills, and would see it passed on to others if we can."
Haroud took a moment to sip at his own cup of wine, and Tai Lung did the same. When he set it down, the grin had settled slightly.
"Well, I am sorry to tell you that I do not know much of anything about that sort of business, but I do have a few amusing stories of my youth. Care to finish the rest of this jug with me as we spin yarns at each other?"
"Of course, my friend. Seems a good way to spend an evening."
"In fact, let me call in Sinbad and Scheherazade – they should be free this evening, and I suspect they have a few tall tales of their own we might enjoy…"
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Aabdar the apothecary glared at the odd cat-man as he stood there in what he probably thought was a casual fashion.
"And why exactly do you need, and speak up if I'm getting any of this wrong, 'a non-toxic paste resistant to the usual forms of dissolution but safely responsive to its counter-agent?' "
"Haroud and I were discussing the various tools he'd seen in his career, and one of the most infuriating yet most rewarding he's ever seen was a sort of glue trap used by one of his competitors. He never managed to make one himself, too 'finicky' apparently, but he's always wanted some for his own use. Seeing as to your skill with assorted poultices, unguents, and other such substances, the choice of who to ask was obvious."
"That doesn't explain why you're here asking for it, nor why you apparently want it now."
"Well, in order to properly use such a thing training is required – who better than I to do so with a minimum of mess? And it is not strictly required now, simply at your earliest convenience."
"And was this pro-"
"Surely you can see the value in making a powerful tool that will aide both Haroud and I in service to our liege. Especially when we go into the jungles, where myriad dangers often keep us from securing its bounty of rare flora and fauna. It would make it so much easier for me to bring back multitudes of reagents that could be made into more tools of even greater splendor."
"…"
"…"
"If this comes back to bite us in the backside, I'm throwing you under the wagon."
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Mama Nijah had heard many strange demands in her time. It was part and parcel of running an "open" tavern – you attracted the disturbing, the odd, and those simply touched in the head.
This wasn't the strangest request she'd ever received. But it was sufficiently unusual she was going to haggle hard over it.
"And what do you think to give me for sending the finest the Blooming Sea has to offer to attend to the first ten of your soldiers to...arrive here, Mr. Lung? Soldiers are hardly the nicest of customers, nor the richest, and this proposal reeks of something that's going to cause me no end of trouble."
"It won't, Mama Nijah. Several of my men will be standing by to make sure nothing untoward happens, un-liquored and sharp-eyed. They will help you keep things under control. As for payment, if the coin I'm offering isn't enough-"
"It is not, Mr. Lung. Coin is something I own in plenty and can earn plenty more of without straining myself or my flowers. Reputation and damages are not something to be risked lightly, and no amount of coin will convince me to go along with this."
"Then I must beg your forgiveness for my ignorance, sweet lady. I am only passingly aware of the practicalities of your business, and would welcome instruction as to how I might better earn your trust."
"A term of service as one of my flowers should work. Let's say, thirty days."
"Unfortunately unacceptable, my dear. As interesting as such service would be, I cannot in good conscious make such a commitment. Among other things, it would conflict with my duties to our king, long may he reign."
"You ask for instruction, then reject it out of hand?"
"Hardly out of hand – simply pointing out the error in the offer, as you have in mine."
"Twenty days, then, to be worked into your schedule. You could earn a great deal of coin and favor in such time, and I would be happy to show you the ropes."
"Madam, just as you will not accept my offer of coin, I will not accept your offer of ropes. Please choose something different."
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"Tell me, how good are you with your hands?"
"It would depend entirely on how I used them, though I humbly claim many skills with them."
"I have heard rumors of odd practices in the Orient. Stories of how skilled physicians and healers can cure many maladies simply by touching different areas of the body. Would you happen to possess any such talents?"
"I cannot speak to the veracity of such rumors, though I have eased a few pains myself."
"Thirty days of service as a guard and healer, then, and your word that you will be discreet about it. I try my best, but even so we get occasional problems that must be dealt with swiftly before they cause trouble and my poor flowers don't deserve to be shamed for simply doing their jobs."
"I'll not serve as a guard for you. But ten days as a healer and teaching some basic knowledge to address minor injuries without more professional help is something I am willing to do."
Mama Nijah carefully hid her smile before it emerged. It wasn't what she was hoping for – an exotic like this talking cat-thing could have raked in gold hand over fist – but for whatever reason this Tai fellow was naive and didn't seem to understand just how valuable an unknown source of medical treatment was in this business. When all the physicians who served her kind were well known, a LOT of sensitive information could be discovered by who visited who at any given time.
And if it turned out he was a hack, it's not like she couldn't get more flowers. Ten days of service was more than enough to make some deals she had been kept away from by the need to not leave evidence behind.
"Bargained and done."
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Tai Lung looked out over the assembled soldiers as they stood in place, sweating and gasping for breath. While they certainly weren't graceful several weeks of training had removed the sheer clumsiness they had first shown. They had even managed to complete this last round of exercises blind-folded without tripping each other, or some such nonsense.
"A-TTEN-TION! FORM RANKS!"
He counted internally as they stumbled and hobbled towards each other. Within two minutes, they stood in somewhat ragged lines with only a few stifled shouts and swearing to show for running into each other. Better – there weren't any new bruises this time, at least.
"AT EASE!"
Oh, that at least was well done. Not one occasion of elbows in other people's guts.
"Before I release you for the day, his honorable majesty the Prince Aladdin has recognized the serious difficulties – and occasional injuries – you have suffered in your duties. As such, he has reserved the Blooming Sea for your exclusive use this evening, paid for out of his own pocket, to reward your loyal service. Unfortunately, due to some renovations they only have ten of their private parlors available, but the rest of the tavern is yours to eat and drink your fill. I would recommend making your way to the bath-house; we have a new stock of cleaning supplies and it wouldn't do for the elite of Ababwa to make a poor showing. DISMISSED!"
Quick as lightning and quiet as a shadow, Tai Lung leapt back and up to the top of the wall surrounding the training yard, then down to the grounds below.
He didn't even make it to the gate before the soldiers started screaming and cursing up a howling racket.
Ah, so they did find the glue immediately. I suppose I owe Haroud three silver.
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That's the end of the Omake, but to answer a question I was asked without double-posting
I have calculated the costs, and replaced Awakening the Past with It's Just Gibberish - this leaves my plan with a small surplus of gold which I think comes out to 2800 left.
EDIT: changed a minor word
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- Location
- Wherever I feel like being
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Omake roundup for those that I had missed or not yet threadmarked!
Oooh, very nice! 8 XP!
Sisyphus is quite the speaker. Another 8 XP
And that's a hell of a closer for that segment. 8 XP
Great to see that Elsa came through with flying colors! 8 XP!
Well that's... terrifying. And kind of sickening the lengths that Grimhilde went to. 8 XP
Hoooo boy. Sisyphus is entrenching himself. That could prove to be a problem... 8 XP.
NGL, the title gave me "Great Teacher Onizuka" vibes. Hilarious and insightful in turn, and an interesting look into how people view Tai Lung. 8 XP!
I hope the frozen mega quest is canon
- Location
- United Kingdom
[X] Plan: Fight For Your Honor (We Are War)
- Location
- Where I an right now
[X] Plan: Fight For Your Honor (We Are War)
- Location
- Germany
Can I somehow still sway the vote to:
- [][Personal] Bigger than you Believe
While Cade has been incredibly supportive and happy for Leah after her development of her powers, not to mention her managing to master them, Aladdin has spotted the young man occasionally looking forlorn. Perhaps he needs a talk with a big brother figure? And Aladdin's the best fit for that role. May unlock options for Cade to become some form of Hero unit.
Diplomacy DC: 65
Cade's probably good with Stewardship, and we still kind of need that....
- [][Personal] Bigger than you Believe
While Cade has been incredibly supportive and happy for Leah after her development of her powers, not to mention her managing to master them, Aladdin has spotted the young man occasionally looking forlorn. Perhaps he needs a talk with a big brother figure? And Aladdin's the best fit for that role. May unlock options for Cade to become some form of Hero unit.
Diplomacy DC: 65
Cade's probably good with Stewardship, and we still kind of need that....
I'm all right with it, as long as everyone else is fine with me swapping out studying English for that. To make up for it, I will probably have Aladdin study English next turn.
- Location
- Philippines
Sure, I'm ok with it. Abu, Viggo, and Nemo's actions still go, and hopefully a successful training moment helps Tai Lung get out of his funk
Ok, swapped them out.
@TempestK Question, shouldn't the embassy in Agrabah have lowered the DC for making a trade deal with them? Possibly the cost, too, since there's already infrastructure in Agrabah for negotiations.
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- Location
- USA
[X] Plan: Fight For Your Honor (We Are War)
Looks good.
Sorry I couldn't contribute more to planning but it's been a... interesting... week.
Looks good.
Sorry I couldn't contribute more to planning but it's been a... interesting... week.
MrRobot
In doubt there's always the Sun!
Fine by me.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I like the option, goes well with Zummi, but Indy has to Hit the Books every other Turn so won't be available to aid in the Language DC.
True; but maybe doing it with the McCanns and Selous will give a knock-off bonus to him?
- Location
- Germany
[X] Plan: Fight For Your Honor (We Are War)
Radio Conversationalists
- Location
- California,USA
Radio Conversationalists
(Nemo POV)
Testing, testing - can you hear me? Over.-Submerged Packer
Oh, joy- I have a leak in three different places I finally patched, and now I have to clean the carpet again.-Dak One
What's that, honey? Who is this? You're not Hortensia! -Submerged Packer
Oh for the love of the…Oh…it's you again…great just what I need. -Dak One
*static*
Adventurous Girl to Submerged Packer, do you copy? Over.-Adventurous Girl
Did YOU give the Child the Frequency?-Dak One
Do I sound like Wandering Child? But she is here - say hello, Alice.
hello-Wandering Child
Since when have the airwaves been so busy?-Dak One
Ever since you barged in and had a rant about the British, Dak One, you really ruined an excellent conversation on the nature of one of my friend's relationships, and now… I feel like I'm stuck dealing with you like a child. -Submerged Packer
I already apologized for that. I thought you were with the EITC when I first made contact. -Dak One
Trust me, honey, they don't recruit the likes of me for their venture.-Submerged Packer
At least…I don't think so. So what's ticking your fancy today Dak One?-Submerged Packer
For one thing, I need to think of a better call sign again, what do you think about it…
Dak One is fine. For all of your skills in life, my friend…naming yourself is not one of them.- Adventurous Girl.
I think Nemo is a fine name. Submerged Packer…I just wanted someone intelligent to talk to today. -Dak One
Dak One…how bad was it?-Submerged Packer
I don't want to talk about it, Submerged Packer.-Dak One
Adventurous Girl, Dak One is being a ninny…now help me make him talk about it.-Submerged Packer
Do I have to? There's a Radio Show on a New York Channel I at least want to record, Submerged Packer-Adventurous Girl:
This is important Adventurous Girl, also Alice needs to learn this…as "I don't care if you don't want to talk about it you talk." Lesson. -Submerged Packer
oh…is that wise?-Wandering Child
Adventurous Girl…you're turning all of them against me?- Dak One
You need the reality check, Dak One.-Adventurous Girl
FINE, I NEARLY GOT KILLED BY THE BRITISH AND I WAS SAVED BY A BATH BOMB OF ALL THINGS!! Varian made a bath bomb failsafe and it SAVED MY LIFE! -Dak One
*Alice giggles*
A Bath bomb Dak One?-Adventurous Girl
Oh you KNOW EXACTLY what I mean, A MOTHER OF ALL Bath BOMB! Bubbles, and Bubbles and BUbbles…goodness, so many bubbles. Do you know what the other Pirate lords will THINK once this gets out? I'll be a laughing stock. THE GREAT CAPTAIN NEMO…Saved by bubbles.
Do you know that embarrassment, Submerged Packer? -Dak One
Honey…you got issues..and not the "Can't go on a dry land" bit.-Submerged Packer
I am thankful the Frenchman isn't the one talking right now…I'd never hear the end of it. -Dak One
Well, how are you feeling now? -Adventurous Girl
A little better Adventurous Girl, at least we weren't barged in by that….Oh never mind. -Dak One
Well…you're going to port after your little raid in the Indian ocean? The closest one's in Tale-Teller's neck of the woods.-Submerged Packer
I'll give her your guy's love if she visits. -Dak One
You better…she can spin a yarn and make it entertaining.-Adventurous Girl
Thanks, guys…- Dak One
*Disconnect*
Ahh. you'd never hear the end of this...but at least they are good company.
Not like that mess of a man in New York.
"I hope to meet you all in Person...maybe then we can learn to really get along.
AN: What Nemo is doing in his off hours on his Radio…having fun and complaining with his friends.
The CB Call Signs: Courtesy of @TirelessTraveler
Dak One: Nemo
Tale-Teller: Scherazade
Adventurous Girl: Hortensia
Submerged Packer: Packard
Wandering Child: Alice
Also if its a little hard to follow I will edit and make it more clear who's talking.
(Nemo POV)
Testing, testing - can you hear me? Over.-Submerged Packer
Oh, joy- I have a leak in three different places I finally patched, and now I have to clean the carpet again.-Dak One
What's that, honey? Who is this? You're not Hortensia! -Submerged Packer
Oh for the love of the…Oh…it's you again…great just what I need. -Dak One
*static*
Adventurous Girl to Submerged Packer, do you copy? Over.-Adventurous Girl
Did YOU give the Child the Frequency?-Dak One
Do I sound like Wandering Child? But she is here - say hello, Alice.
hello-Wandering Child
Since when have the airwaves been so busy?-Dak One
Ever since you barged in and had a rant about the British, Dak One, you really ruined an excellent conversation on the nature of one of my friend's relationships, and now… I feel like I'm stuck dealing with you like a child. -Submerged Packer
I already apologized for that. I thought you were with the EITC when I first made contact. -Dak One
Trust me, honey, they don't recruit the likes of me for their venture.-Submerged Packer
At least…I don't think so. So what's ticking your fancy today Dak One?-Submerged Packer
For one thing, I need to think of a better call sign again, what do you think about it…
Dak One is fine. For all of your skills in life, my friend…naming yourself is not one of them.- Adventurous Girl.
I think Nemo is a fine name. Submerged Packer…I just wanted someone intelligent to talk to today. -Dak One
Dak One…how bad was it?-Submerged Packer
I don't want to talk about it, Submerged Packer.-Dak One
Adventurous Girl, Dak One is being a ninny…now help me make him talk about it.-Submerged Packer
Do I have to? There's a Radio Show on a New York Channel I at least want to record, Submerged Packer-Adventurous Girl:
This is important Adventurous Girl, also Alice needs to learn this…as "I don't care if you don't want to talk about it you talk." Lesson. -Submerged Packer
oh…is that wise?-Wandering Child
Adventurous Girl…you're turning all of them against me?- Dak One
You need the reality check, Dak One.-Adventurous Girl
FINE, I NEARLY GOT KILLED BY THE BRITISH AND I WAS SAVED BY A BATH BOMB OF ALL THINGS!! Varian made a bath bomb failsafe and it SAVED MY LIFE! -Dak One
*Alice giggles*
A Bath bomb Dak One?-Adventurous Girl
Oh you KNOW EXACTLY what I mean, A MOTHER OF ALL Bath BOMB! Bubbles, and Bubbles and BUbbles…goodness, so many bubbles. Do you know what the other Pirate lords will THINK once this gets out? I'll be a laughing stock. THE GREAT CAPTAIN NEMO…Saved by bubbles.
Do you know that embarrassment, Submerged Packer? -Dak One
Honey…you got issues..and not the "Can't go on a dry land" bit.-Submerged Packer
I am thankful the Frenchman isn't the one talking right now…I'd never hear the end of it. -Dak One
Well, how are you feeling now? -Adventurous Girl
A little better Adventurous Girl, at least we weren't barged in by that….Oh never mind. -Dak One
Well…you're going to port after your little raid in the Indian ocean? The closest one's in Tale-Teller's neck of the woods.-Submerged Packer
I'll give her your guy's love if she visits. -Dak One
You better…she can spin a yarn and make it entertaining.-Adventurous Girl
Thanks, guys…- Dak One
*Disconnect*
Ahh. you'd never hear the end of this...but at least they are good company.
Not like that mess of a man in New York.
"I hope to meet you all in Person...maybe then we can learn to really get along.
AN: What Nemo is doing in his off hours on his Radio…having fun and complaining with his friends.
The CB Call Signs: Courtesy of @TirelessTraveler
Dak One: Nemo
Tale-Teller: Scherazade
Adventurous Girl: Hortensia
Submerged Packer: Packard
Wandering Child: Alice
Also if its a little hard to follow I will edit and make it more clear who's talking.
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mangawriter77
Otaku^9000 (In my own opinion)
- Location
- You'll neeever guess
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Yeah, I would. I can't keep track of who's who at all, aside from when Nemo talks about himself or mentions the British
- Location
- California,USA
Done and Edited...You now have confusion eliminated.
Current tally
- Location
- USA
Hmm. Nailbiter.
Lurking_Badger
Cheese Enjoyer
- Location
- Wisconsin
You know what? CanYouMeme actually took the time to respond to my question of cost, so they can have my vote.
[X] Magic & Mystery v1
It won't win, but it is about the principle of it.
[X] Magic & Mystery v1
It won't win, but it is about the principle of it.
Eh, I'm not terribly fussed. The most important bits are still covered.
I am going to push hard for Mastering Magic next turn though. This isn't Warhammer Fantasy (yet) but an unknown population of mages and magic-sensitives with no infrastructure to handle them one way or another (preferably with decency and humanity until they are fully integrated) is something that can and probably will bite us in the ass once certain of our neighbors *coughLemuria&Jafarcough* get their shit together. If they haven't already.
It already has once - see the Sand Witch debacle
I am going to push hard for Mastering Magic next turn though. This isn't Warhammer Fantasy (yet) but an unknown population of mages and magic-sensitives with no infrastructure to handle them one way or another (preferably with decency and humanity until they are fully integrated) is something that can and probably will bite us in the ass once certain of our neighbors *coughLemuria&Jafarcough* get their shit together. If they haven't already.
It already has once - see the Sand Witch debacle
- Pronouns
- He
[X] Plan: Fight For Your Honor (We Are War)
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