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Ravana Quest [Exalted/Aberrant]
- Thread starter Havocfett
- Start date
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Actually, yes you do, soooodash931 said:
roll 2d10 (You are gaining either 4 motes or 1 WP from this).
Pick One:
[ ] Channel 3 Dot Principle (I Laugh in the Face of Danger)
[ ] Channel 2 Dot Principle (I Fucking Hate Time Bullshit)
[ ] Channel 2 Dot Principle (That Stoic Coolguy Thing. One Use Left.)
[ ] Channel 2 Dot Principle (Light Up)
[ ] Spend 1 Willpower, Gain 1 Success
[ ] No Channel
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
We're at our mote and WP caps before the stunt, right?
Cornuthaum
Be kind to each other.
- Location
- Austria
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Spend 1 Willpower, Gain 1 Success
We can just WP-cycle the stunt.
We can just WP-cycle the stunt.
Matsci
Grash itsh griah! Rwar arr rawrrawrarar!
Cornuthaum
Be kind to each other.
- Location
- Austria
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A 7-die Wits+Awareness pool is perfectly normal for someone who is a professional ultra-high-speed to-the-death racer.
Having reflexes like a snake on crack crossbred with an easily startled hare is expected of people like Rav and Chandra.
There are only two types of experienced racers: The ones that react quickly, and the dead.
Having reflexes like a snake on crack crossbred with an easily startled hare is expected of people like Rav and Chandra.
There are only two types of experienced racers: The ones that react quickly, and the dead.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
That's our story, anyway. We should probably stick to it for as long as we pretend to be a baseline human.Cornuthaum said:
Chloe Sullivan
Subdefective
- Location
- 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale CA
If feels could be weaponized, Nuts would be a sovereign country.Ridiculously Average Guy said:
Stop taunting us you taunting... Taunter!Aleph said:
Chandra really hopes Abhas isn't terribly attached to dear grandaunt whoever is in that picture, because he's pretty sure that the portrait is not going to come out of this intact. It's an absurd though to have when no-kidding ninjas have just dropped in the roof, but his bullshit threshold has had some serious adjustment of late. Perhaps his poor subconscious is trying to compensate?
His hindbrain is not confused at all, by contrast, and he kicks out of his chair with the alacrity of someone who's raced in the favored events of mob bosses with no sponsorship. An actual kick at that, his boot shoving off the table to throw him into a backwards somersault that lands him a few meters back, even as his blade clears it's sheathe. The abandoned chair clatters to the ground in time with the drink he never actuly got to sample, which had decided that it was time to stop ignoring gravity. Chandra makes sure, however, to keep his eyes on the enemy. Not that he needs to look at the table; his magical new sense of time gives him the play by play of glad shattering by the millisecond.
It's almost a frozen tableu, flash fragmenting and Abhas slides back and ninjas drift downward like falling leaves. "Brilliant room service," he notes, dryly rather than the gleeful Ravana would have made the same observation with. "I was just about to order a side of stress relief." And then his altered perceptions snap back and everyone is lunging for someone with blood on the mind.
Winged One
Not the Simurgh
- Location
- definitely the ground
- Pronouns
- They/Them/It
[X] Spend 1 Willpower, Gain 1 Success
It's Raining Men
- Pronouns
- He/Him
It's Raining Men
Chandra pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He has the advantage here. Sure, he might be sitting in front of a genemodded elemental supersoldier and a woman who's won the jackpot when it comes to First Empire hypertech bonding with you, but he knows something they don't know. He doesn't smirk or play for the moment. It's too important for this.
Okay, he doesn't play excessively. He does lean forwards slightly, so the fan is blowing air through his hair and the lights in the room cast shadows over his face, leaving his glasses to catch the light. But that's just natural, right?
"That cyborg bitch wasn't a racer," he says bluntly. "She was a hired killer. The reason her flier was more like a war machine than anything built to race is that that's exactly what it was. Two targets." He swallows. "She got a payout on one of them. Ravana. Want to know how much that was worth?"
Abhas is already turning pale. Chandra assumes that Ilana's doing something, but there's a painting of some dead dude in the way. Chandra makes an idle grab at one of the glasses on the table, to clear his throat of the fumes of the journey. Unfortunately, it seems to fix itself in the air about a third of the way to his lips, liquid frozen in ripples, and he has to disguise the sudden stop as a deliberate pause.
Chandra names the number, and Illana gasps. Even Abhas looks impressed, in a horrified way. Someone could probably put a competitive bid in for this estate with that amount, or buy their way into the breeding lines of a dynastic family. The water unfreezes while they react, and he manages to take a sip and put down the glass without incident.
He points a finger at Abhas. "You're part two. She's still alive. She's probably got enough cybernetics in her that she's back on her feet, and even if she isn't, anyone who can pay that much will be sending others. For that kind of money, I wouldn't trust anyone close to me." He pauses, and curses that streak of honesty. "She's probably safe," he admits reluctantly, switching his pointed finger to Illana. Well, the painting, but still. "We know what kind of thing she is now, and you were still alive when I got here. Even if R..." his throat dries up, and he coughs. "And I really hope I'm not wrong about this, because I want to live. Of course, if you plan to turn into some kind of hypertech bladed horror and eviscerate me," he adds to her, "I'd take it as a favour if you... uh, didn't."
Hmm. That could have been a pithier ending.
"How'd you figure this out?" asks Abhas, "An informant?"
Chandra tosses the flight computer, still charred, onto the table. It thunks satisfactorily, and Ilana says something along the lines of "What is that?" from the other side of the painting as Abhas plugs it into his personal computer.
"...Oh shit," says the dragon-blood as he browses the logs, "Oh shit. I need to pass this to security, just...stay here. And don't kill each other. Or break anything."
Abhas clears the room with haste, and Chandra and Ilana are left staring at each other, well, the painting between them, for a good few minutes. It's a tense silence, broken only by a staring contest with a painting on Chandra's part (He was cheating, on account of being able to blink freely with the shades on. The painting was cheating, on account of being an inanimate object. Chandra gave himself good odds) and a staring contest with the back of a painting on Ilana's.
It takes Ilana a good four minutes to get sick of her staring contest and grab the painting, hauling it out of the way.
Then everything goes to hell pretty much all at once.
Abhas bursts into the room in powered armor (visor open), a rifle in his hands and panic in his eyes.
All of the lights go out, the room's illuminated solely by a faint glow around Ilana and Abhas and, as Chandra swiftly realizes, the engines of easily a dozen dropships hovering in the skies above the compound outside of the window.
Half a dozen power armored soldiers and a mini-mech crash through the roof, jetpacks flaring. The soldiers wear face concealing armor, marked in red and some house sigil Chandra doesn't recognize, and they're all armed to the teeth. Their leader stands out, ignoring his bulkier armor and larger proportions, he's wielding a sword in one hand and some sort of rifle in the other without seeming effort. The Mech's a bit more intimidating, it's massive, bulky, and is blocking the main exit. Chandra's seen the model before, corps and the Legislators sometimes use them for crowd control. It's got a pair of machineguns mounted to the top of its chassis, and he knows from experience that its legs can crush a man to paste.
Two of the troops land on the table, though it doesn't break or budge (Someone's going to ask questions about that eventually, Chandra realizes, but hey), the rest are scattered across the room. The mech is, of course, blocking the most convenient exit.
There are seven enemy combatants in the room with you. Five power armored infantry with assault rifles, one squad leader with a zap-baton and a net launcher, and a mini-mech. You have your sword, Ilana is unarmed. Abhas has a rifle of some description.
[ ] If you can freeze a microwave, you can freeze a giant robot. Make your bullshit time powers work for you. (1x)
[ ] This is going a bit too fast, you need more time, if you just had a moment to think... (1.1x)
[ ] Look, you've got a sword, and you're good with the sword. Just sword the dude in charge. (1.2x)
[ ] As above, but go for the giant robot instead. (1.3x)
[ ] Harvest the mooks, for simplicities sake. (.8x)
[ ] Write-In
Chandra pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He has the advantage here. Sure, he might be sitting in front of a genemodded elemental supersoldier and a woman who's won the jackpot when it comes to First Empire hypertech bonding with you, but he knows something they don't know. He doesn't smirk or play for the moment. It's too important for this.
Okay, he doesn't play excessively. He does lean forwards slightly, so the fan is blowing air through his hair and the lights in the room cast shadows over his face, leaving his glasses to catch the light. But that's just natural, right?
"That cyborg bitch wasn't a racer," he says bluntly. "She was a hired killer. The reason her flier was more like a war machine than anything built to race is that that's exactly what it was. Two targets." He swallows. "She got a payout on one of them. Ravana. Want to know how much that was worth?"
Abhas is already turning pale. Chandra assumes that Ilana's doing something, but there's a painting of some dead dude in the way. Chandra makes an idle grab at one of the glasses on the table, to clear his throat of the fumes of the journey. Unfortunately, it seems to fix itself in the air about a third of the way to his lips, liquid frozen in ripples, and he has to disguise the sudden stop as a deliberate pause.
Chandra names the number, and Illana gasps. Even Abhas looks impressed, in a horrified way. Someone could probably put a competitive bid in for this estate with that amount, or buy their way into the breeding lines of a dynastic family. The water unfreezes while they react, and he manages to take a sip and put down the glass without incident.
He points a finger at Abhas. "You're part two. She's still alive. She's probably got enough cybernetics in her that she's back on her feet, and even if she isn't, anyone who can pay that much will be sending others. For that kind of money, I wouldn't trust anyone close to me." He pauses, and curses that streak of honesty. "She's probably safe," he admits reluctantly, switching his pointed finger to Illana. Well, the painting, but still. "We know what kind of thing she is now, and you were still alive when I got here. Even if R..." his throat dries up, and he coughs. "And I really hope I'm not wrong about this, because I want to live. Of course, if you plan to turn into some kind of hypertech bladed horror and eviscerate me," he adds to her, "I'd take it as a favour if you... uh, didn't."
Hmm. That could have been a pithier ending.
"How'd you figure this out?" asks Abhas, "An informant?"
Chandra tosses the flight computer, still charred, onto the table. It thunks satisfactorily, and Ilana says something along the lines of "What is that?" from the other side of the painting as Abhas plugs it into his personal computer.
"...Oh shit," says the dragon-blood as he browses the logs, "Oh shit. I need to pass this to security, just...stay here. And don't kill each other. Or break anything."
Abhas clears the room with haste, and Chandra and Ilana are left staring at each other, well, the painting between them, for a good few minutes. It's a tense silence, broken only by a staring contest with a painting on Chandra's part (He was cheating, on account of being able to blink freely with the shades on. The painting was cheating, on account of being an inanimate object. Chandra gave himself good odds) and a staring contest with the back of a painting on Ilana's.
It takes Ilana a good four minutes to get sick of her staring contest and grab the painting, hauling it out of the way.
Then everything goes to hell pretty much all at once.
Abhas bursts into the room in powered armor (visor open), a rifle in his hands and panic in his eyes.
All of the lights go out, the room's illuminated solely by a faint glow around Ilana and Abhas and, as Chandra swiftly realizes, the engines of easily a dozen dropships hovering in the skies above the compound outside of the window.
Half a dozen power armored soldiers and a mini-mech crash through the roof, jetpacks flaring. The soldiers wear face concealing armor, marked in red and some house sigil Chandra doesn't recognize, and they're all armed to the teeth. Their leader stands out, ignoring his bulkier armor and larger proportions, he's wielding a sword in one hand and some sort of rifle in the other without seeming effort. The Mech's a bit more intimidating, it's massive, bulky, and is blocking the main exit. Chandra's seen the model before, corps and the Legislators sometimes use them for crowd control. It's got a pair of machineguns mounted to the top of its chassis, and he knows from experience that its legs can crush a man to paste.
Two of the troops land on the table, though it doesn't break or budge (Someone's going to ask questions about that eventually, Chandra realizes, but hey), the rest are scattered across the room. The mech is, of course, blocking the most convenient exit.
There are seven enemy combatants in the room with you. Five power armored infantry with assault rifles, one squad leader with a zap-baton and a net launcher, and a mini-mech. You have your sword, Ilana is unarmed. Abhas has a rifle of some description.
[ ] If you can freeze a microwave, you can freeze a giant robot. Make your bullshit time powers work for you. (1x)
[ ] This is going a bit too fast, you need more time, if you just had a moment to think... (1.1x)
[ ] Look, you've got a sword, and you're good with the sword. Just sword the dude in charge. (1.2x)
[ ] As above, but go for the giant robot instead. (1.3x)
[ ] Harvest the mooks, for simplicities sake. (.8x)
[ ] Write-In
I find it hilarious how well that fits Chandra and Ravana after the raceCornuthaum said:
Cornuthaum
Be kind to each other.
- Location
- Austria
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] As above, but go for the giant robot instead. (1.3x)
(I'll try to stunt something once it's clear which choice wins. Until then, Action!)
(I'll try to stunt something once it's clear which choice wins. Until then, Action!)
[X] Look, you've got a sword, and you're good with the sword. Just sword the dude in charge. (1.2x)
The time options are a big gamble, and I'm not much of a gambler. Stabbing a guy in armor is a lot easier than trying to take down a properly-built robot when all you've got is a sword, and hopefully the loss in coordination will be worth more than the loss in firepower.
The time options are a big gamble, and I'm not much of a gambler. Stabbing a guy in armor is a lot easier than trying to take down a properly-built robot when all you've got is a sword, and hopefully the loss in coordination will be worth more than the loss in firepower.
dash931
Conil
Let's not try out the time-powers yet, and focus on stabbing people. Our time powers have been acting up, and trying to use them in combat when we can't even get them to work outside it? Not the gamble I'd go for; it's liable to leave us standing around like a pop-up target for them to blast. Let's go with what we know will work, which is hitting things with swords.
As for who to stab, well, screw the mooks; Ilana can go for them, she needs to steal a weapon from them anyway. Abhas can either help her out or go for the mech, given he's the only one of us who's actually got a gun and armor. Tying these baddies up in melee means they're going to have a rough time of shooting without hitting friendlies. And on a fluff/stunt side of things, the mech probably isn't made for close-quarters-combat with posthumans indoors.
[X] Look, you've got a sword, and you're good with the sword. Just sword the dude in charge. (1.2x)
As for who to stab, well, screw the mooks; Ilana can go for them, she needs to steal a weapon from them anyway. Abhas can either help her out or go for the mech, given he's the only one of us who's actually got a gun and armor. Tying these baddies up in melee means they're going to have a rough time of shooting without hitting friendlies. And on a fluff/stunt side of things, the mech probably isn't made for close-quarters-combat with posthumans indoors.
[X] Look, you've got a sword, and you're good with the sword. Just sword the dude in charge. (1.2x)
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
Dem pictures.
Now I'm wondering if Section 8 suits are a thing here.
Now I'm wondering if Section 8 suits are a thing here.
- Pronouns
- He/Him
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
If we don't get a suit of Patton-class power armor at some point in this quest I will wring your neck through the internet.havocfett said:
SirLagginton
Shadow Cabal Caerbannog Bun-Bun
- Location
- Arrrghhh
We're wielding a sword and going up against a Gecko, the proper comparison would be Raiden.Zeitgeist said:
havocfett said:
Heh, thanks. I really have no idea what I'm doing beyond "write stuff," buuut I think I'll keep doing that.Ridiculously Average Guy said:
Anyway, I finally got home so...well, crap, I wanted to write something for the ninjas dropping in. Bah.
We do indeed have a sword. It's a good sword. Swording things is a long and storied tradition, even. I'm generally all for swording the thorny questions of life, like "why is this man trying to kill me, oh god my everything."Sarpedon said:
However, our enemies have swords and stabby things too. They also have power armor, are presumably gene-modded, and haven't just survived a literal death race the day before. Not to mention which, there's a lot of them and that whole mech thingamajig.
Point being, that swording things might not be our best option at the moment. On the other hand, we do have these nifty time-stopping powers that might give us a chance to slip out the back door or something, so y'know...?
- Pronouns
- He/Him
You can still write a Join Battle stunt, if it's good enough I'll add it to the previous/next post, and if it's really good enough I'll give you an extra die and an exp as a 3 die stunt.Nuts! said:Heh, thanks. I really have no idea what I'm doing beyond "write stuff," buuut I think I'll keep doing that.