Revolution (RWBY Planeswalker Blake)
- Thread starter Alivaril
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Pretty sure Requip needed an actual physical room to hold the stuff in canon. If it works any similar here, it may not work across planes (though still quite good).
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If learing stuff is anything like it was in Ignition, then learning local version of Requip will probably automatically give us a version that works across planes… and consumes a lot of mana.
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- Finland
So we rent an appartment in every planet we stumble on.
I doubt we'll be jumping between planes every other update so that should work as a fairly solid solution until something else comes up.
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Well, it's not on our character sheet, and it includes things like "Planeswalk" and "Mana Sense" which, as far as I understand, are baseline planeswalker powerset, so probably not.
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- A Table Near You
Additionally, and I should have countered with this to begin with: normal MGLN devices do not have subspace storage. That was an Agneyastra (and BoD) exclusive feature. There are a number of reasons to acquire a Device, but physical storage isn't one of them.
As a general rule, I don't think we should expect the transportation of supplies between planes to be possible in this Quest, aside from what Blake can physically carry on her person. Neither Requip magic or Devices are likely to change that.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
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- Tempe, AZ
Everything falls under black. Now I am not sure what the price black would ask for to duplicate reequip magic, but I am sure it can do it.
If you find a way to extend summoning to items, sure.
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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- Where the Beef is
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Isn't that what Artifact cards are?
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I don't know what the word Artifact means in context of MTG, but for some reason the idea of Artifact water bottles and bug spray sounds amusing.
I'm not a magic the gathering fan so i'm down to lobby so summoning MtG basically doesn't exist if you want to 'keep powerlevel' or other such thing.
Meh 'summon magic dust' from taking a 'template' sounds like , mmhh how to express it... something powergamers in SB would lobby for.
Meh 'summon magic dust' from taking a 'template' sounds like , mmhh how to express it... something powergamers in SB would lobby for.
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- Oklahoma
No. All the options were listed and there's no 'write-in'.
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- Somewhere over the Rainbow
Which quest is that?
Also, it feels somewhat Odd that Blake knows everything she does about Mana, Planewalker, the world she's visiting, etc.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
The quest in question is Ignition: Ignition (MTG/Multicross, Planeswalker PC)
It feels odd to her, too.
Zap Rowsdower
Ex-cultist vagrant
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- Bright lights, big city
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[X] (Reveal) Remove your bow and walk to the walled area. You might already be drawing significant attention as a stranger wandering in from the wilderness; what's a little more?
[X] You're quick, you're armed, and you aren't likely to stand by if someone is in trouble. Present yourself as a wandering Wizard searching for the nearest hub of civilization.
You're in the Fairy Tail world, Blake. They're so unphased by new and bizarre things, you're not even the first extradimensional visitor they've had, though you come from further than the last bunch. If its anything like canon, they literally have an entire feline extradimensional immigrant community.
[X] You're quick, you're armed, and you aren't likely to stand by if someone is in trouble. Present yourself as a wandering Wizard searching for the nearest hub of civilization.
You're in the Fairy Tail world, Blake. They're so unphased by new and bizarre things, you're not even the first extradimensional visitor they've had, though you come from further than the last bunch. If its anything like canon, they literally have an entire feline extradimensional immigrant community.
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
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- Tempe, AZ
Planewalker trick. Looking at a plane from the outside to get very general details about it. Makes the narrative flow more smoothly especially when the plane is based on a existing setting.
Nixeu
Lord of Madness, Harbinger of Llamas
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- Your nightmares.
That vote was, as far as I understand it, for personal power generation, not necessarily specialization.
...*Checks wiki again*
No, it's a personal pocket dimension. Says it right there on the wiki. Said it in the manga, too, as best as I can recollect. The size of the space varies (presumably by level of skill), so not everyone can carry a fucking armory, as Erza does. And retrieval time also varies. But it's definitely a subspace. I think Erza does also keep spare armor and swords in her room, but that might excess gear she can't carry all the time. Or an interior decorating choice. Either/or.
Chapter 2: Cultural Conveniences
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- A single human dimension
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- She/Her
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Pragmatism ultimately triumphed over caution. Any disguise might not last in a bug-infested environment, and she honestly had no guarantee that smoke and soot would serve as an adequate repellant for alien bugs. Even making the attempt would take time and effort; clearing a proper firepit could take over an hour, and subsequently appearing after nightfall would warrant caution from even more trusting individuals.
Adam would be thrilled. He'd never understood her reasons for hiding her ears.
Blake untied and pocketed her ribbon, hesitated, and indulged in a little clawing at her ears. Most of the insects stubbornly clung to her fur despite her attempts at dislodging them. After a minute of futility, she sighed and jogged out from the treeline.
"Hail the fort!" Blake hollered.
Was that weird? That wasn't too strange, was it? It didn't seem as though her new instincts came with an etiquette guide.
"Uh, hello?" a deep male voice cautiously called from the nearest watchtower. "I, uh—did you just get back from an expedition or something? I don't remember you."
The watchman didn't even wait for an answer before turning and calling to someone inside. At least Blake now had confirmation that they could understand her and vise-versa.
"Did any Take Over Wizards pass through recently?"
"No?"
Blake's mouth quirked. That short exchange might rule out any sort of disciplined military camp: they hadn't bothered to wait for her to answer, and they obliviously divulged tactical information to an eavesdropping unknown.
"So, yeah," the watchman continued, turning back to her. "Did you get lost or something?"
"Extremely!" Blake confirmed. "I'm not even sure what country I'm in!"
There was an awkward pause.
"Oh. Uh, I don't suppose that form helps with climbing? We already lowered the gate for tonight and it's a pain in the ass to lift again. You're welcome to share our fire if you can get in."
And no permission sought or required. It looked as though the walls were meant to deter wildlife after all.
In place of an answer, Blake enhanced her legs with Aura and began sprinting in preparation for a running jump. She could clear the barricade in one bound, but it was common for similar White Fang camps to have wooden spike traps behind such a defense. Blake couldn't count the number of beowolves they'd managed to kill with that particular trick.
"Crap, shit—mind the ground spikes!"
Called it.
Blake put enough power into her jump to land just shy of the wall's sharpened top. Once the wall concealed her actions from the watchtower, a single use of her Semblance served to propel her upward and to an adequate perching point. Anyone watching from the other side would likely assume she'd struck the wall and simply pulled her way up.
The bonfires within made it difficult for her eyes to adapt properly. She didn't need details, though; the general layout seemed to be enough. Some twenty or thirty people in drab brown clothing sat and socialized around a ring of firepits near the center of the fort, surrounded by boxy log dwellings. Trails of broken dirt led to a pile of irregularly sized logs surrounded by sawdust, with a neat pile of rectangular boards nearby. Multiple boxy carts and donkey-like beasts of burden hinted toward the future transport of those boards.
A stake-filled dry moat sat behind the walls and would likely impale anything trying to hop their barrier without sufficient horizontal velocity. Blake wouldn't have any problems with that. She pushed herself off the wall, let her Aura soak up most of the damage from hitting the ground, and rolled forward to shed the remainder. Three pairs of eyes turned toward her from the nearest fire and none of their owners seemed inclined to stand up.
One of the men did seem inclined to take one look at her and start laughing, though. Blake felt her ears flatten back as she glared at the responsible party. It was better than hostility, she supposed, but that still hurt a little.
"The fuck is wrong with you?" a woman hissed at him. "Are you trying to offend?"
"She—clothes—house cat—" the asshole gasped out.
The third figure at the fire sighed and beckoned Blake toward him. She cautiously obliged, prepared to jump back if it became necessary. Watching their lips proved to be strange simply because it wasn't. As far as she could tell, the movements of their mouths matched the language and accent that Blake could best understand. Was her own perception being adjusted, or did they start to speak her language without them noticing the change?
"Just ignore Terzo; you're welcome to share our fire. Nero got a screecher yesterday, so we've got more than enough stew to share if you can stand the taste. Do you have your own bowl?"
Blake mutely shook her head.
"You can borrow one of mine if you're willing to wash it afterward," the man decided, filling a carved wooden bowl with the aforementioned stew and offering it to her. "Did you lose all your supplies, or are your other group members just running late?"
Blake cautiously accepted the rat-sized bowl and sat opposite the asshole who was still laughing. Adam would probably have stabbed Terzo by now.
"I'm alone," Blake admitted. "Thank you for the food, mister…?"
"Teo," the man answered easily. "Just Teo; we don't really bother with formalities. Are you quick enough to get back to town tomorrow if we let you stay overnight?"
Blake blinked. That was far more generous than she'd expected.
"I'm not sure," she admitted. "I'm a bit lost and was hoping to ask about nearby travel hazards. Plus, I haven't had anything to drink since this morning; I'm willing to exchange chores for essentials if you're willing."
Teo shook his head quickly. Blake took the opportunity to start eating while he answered. The meat honestly wasn't half as bad as she'd been expecting; a little tough and clearly overcooked, but it tasted more like potato and squirrel stew than anything else. She'd eaten far worse.
Or maybe she was just feeling more generous with the departure of most of the insects that had been plaguing her.
"There are too few Wizards around these days to waste your time with what we can do ourselves. Just remember us if you're ever offered a job in this area, yeah?"
Blake nodded, kept eating, and continued watching Terzo. A Wizards' Guild mark, a green bat wing, wrapped around most of his shoulder. She couldn't sense any of the increased mana output she would expect from an experienced Wizard, though. Perhaps her standards had been a bit skewed by viewing the plane's more powerful Wizards from outside the plane.
At least Teo was empathic enough to leave her alone while she ate. Terzo wasn't. Blake had only eaten half her stew when he tried to talk to her, still sporadically snickering.
"Did you really Take Over a house cat? Who does that? Tigers, sure, but taking traits from a measly mouser?"
Teo's hand met his forehead with an audible slap. Blake felt her ears flatten once again as she glared at the rude Wizard. At least she'd learned a little from his lack of manners: he seemed to assume that she'd somehow taken an animal's traits via magic rather than because she was a different species entirely. That was an excuse she could use.
"I didn't," Blake replied frostily, "and it's also none of your business."
Terzo opened his mouth to further harass her. A shove from the muscled woman beside him turned his words into an undignified squawk.
"Just ignore him, please," she grumbled. "Gods know I want to."
"Better yet, why don't I bring you over to Nero?" Teo offered. "I'm sure he'd love to have a receptive audience for once."
"He'd love to talk her ear off, you mean," grumbled Terzo.
Blake gestured for Teo to lead the way. The sooner she could learn what she needed, the sooner that she could finally fall over.
Blake barely earned a passing glance from the various laborers before they turned to their own conversations. She did notice a recurring trend, however: all of them were humans with the same skin color, none were older than middle-aged, and the vast majority were male. Blake could count the places with so little diversity on the fingers of one hand.
Only two people sat at the campfire Teo brought her to. Both were human males, and both possessed the green Guild marks she'd seen earlier. That was where the similarities ended. One was smaller than Blake, while the other would tower over almost anyone she'd ever met. The shorter of the two had lime green hair with his counterpart possessing crimson. The eyes of both seemed to match their hair color, too.
Perhaps most importantly, the shorter one felt like crackling static while the larger smelled strongly of tree sap.
"This is, uh…" Teo blinked and glanced over to her.
"Blake," she provided. "I don't know what country I'm in and was wondering about local travel hazards."
The giant sighed and cradled his head between both hands while the smaller of the two perked up. She was guessing that made him–
"Nero!" The green-haired man cheerfully introduced himself. "Big and grumpy next to me is Catello. Are you a Take Over Wizard? We get a lot of hopefuls coming for the swipers."
"Something like that," Blake deflected.
She caught a split-second frown flit across Nero's face before the cheerful countenance returned. It seemed she'd found the limits of her warm welcome.
"Well, I suppose it isn't important," he lied. "Welcome to the lush land of Lyria, where–"
"Dork," Catello muttered.
"—where Catello cannot find any woman willing to share his bed," Nero smoothly sniped. "Lyria got a thousand problems and Her Majesty is too soft for peace to be one of them. We make pretty good money off these woods, but we already have enough monster hunters available to deal with angry wildlife; we don't need any more. Sorry."
Blake couldn't help but notice the vagueness of his summary. Despite Nero's cheerful countenance, it seemed he wasn't quite as trusting as he implied. The casual disrespect for their monarch seemed unusual as well; was he really so confident that there wouldn't be any backlash? That fit his description of her as soft, certainly, but she'd still expect more caution. Similarly, the vagueness of describing 'Monster Hunters' seemed a bit pointless when the Guild tag on his right shoulder hinted toward him being one of them.
"Following the only damned path outta these woods would take you a good two days of travel by cart before you reach the main road. Take a right, keep going for about another day, and you'll reach the town of Pava."
Nero scratched his head and shrugged.
"Frankly, I don't really know much more surrounding geography than that. You asked about travel hazards, though, and I'll be happy to provide. We'll start off with the Burning Briars Dark Guild: they are, pardon my crocean, a bunch of fucking dumbasses. The 'Dark' status is new—they forgot to save enough of their money for taxes, and lashed out at Lord Battalia when he tried to collect. Everyone who would normally handle internal enforcement is busy with the war. You might see some recruiting posters offering absurdly huge sums for joining the army, but it's a really bad idea. That's more of a clash of titans and little people shouldn't get involved. One of the demons can supposedly kill those nearby just by screaming.
"Even though the Briars are no longer a legal guild and everyone knows it, they're still largely acting like one—accepting innocuous jobs, frequenting bars, all that good stuff. Nobody has any idea how long it'll last; some of the members have already started to flout their power around town, I heard a disgruntled parent tried to burn down their headquarters, and crime is becoming more common in general.
"Lord Battalia's daughter wound up getting herself kidnapped a week ago; no idea if they've resolved that since then. My money's on no. Burning Briars isn't likely to take the job given their grudge—"
"And it would be political suicide for Lord Battalia to employ a Dark Guild," Catello interjected.
"I mean, if you think politics still matter, sure. The nearest legal Guild is some ten days away from his estate, so they've probably only just received the job offer by now."
"Bet the payment will be too stingy for them to bother. Lady Amedea's an infamous tomboy."
Blake wished she had a pen and something to write with. Separating fact from rumor and remembering the sources of each would be much harder without a concrete record available to her. She supposed that was yet another item to obtain when she reached civilization.
"Nah, he's not that heartless," Nero dismissed. "Anyway, I think those are all the big ones."
Catello shook his head in apparent disagreement.
"Fewer guard patrols lead to their own hazards, Whitewing populations in the northern plains are getting out of hand, going off the roads can get you bitten by snakes, and you should rush to somewhere with a competent herbalist if you meet anyone with blotchy purple skin," Catello summarized. "Vacancies in the leadership of Maroca—that's a port city about a week past Pava—have led to some smugglers blatantly running amok with everything that entails. Further to the east, an awful lot of refugees from Croce have been getting desperate and thus stupid. In general, assume it's not getting done if a Wizard would normally take care of it. There's money to be had there if you're strong enough to ensure your own safety."
"Oh, but you'll want to join a Guild first," Nero added. "A lot of people are lowering their standards, but they won't pay as well and it's harder to punish them if they short you. So try turning around and following the road once you get some essentials at Pava; that'll bring you to Belonde after a few days. They're not big enough to have a Guild of their own, although you can always find some teenage Guild enthusiasts who'd love to give you a rundown of ones nearby. Some of them are in the phase where they think Dark Guilds are cool, sure, but they'll still know all the local specialties. Now have I covered everything?"
Catello shrugged noncommittally. After a moment of hesitation, Blake shook her head in disagreement. It was a risk to ask about, but it wasn't as though she was going to stick around for very long. Temporary hospitality aside, Nero had been quite clear that her presence was neither necessary nor desired.
"You mentioned a war?"
"Shit, uh—" Nero stared at her for the better part of two seconds before shaking his head. "Yeah. The High Priest of Ankhseram, God of Death? He wasn't too happy about the safety charges to Croce's annual tournament. No contest deaths at all last year. He, uh…" Nero shifted uncomfortably. "Well, he killed everyone there — including Croce's King, Simone—and used their lives to summon an archdemon. The port town of Paola fell soon after and it's all gone downhill from there. They say the sky in Croce isn't even the same color anymore: night or day, it remains a starless red sky."
Blake's brow furrowed. If the priest killed everyone at the tournament, then how did news of his motives get out? He sounded like the sort of monster who'd prefer to kill anyone close enough to talk to. Did this plane have some form of remote viewing and communication, did he announce his reasons after the slaughter, or was it hyperbole to say that everyone at the tournament had died?
"It went downhill from there," Catello corrected. "The army is either in a stalemate or gaining ground depending on who you ask."
"Caution is good for the soul. You're right, though, and… wow. We've made this region sound like a hellhole. It's really not all that bad. Lord Battalia still has enough guardsmen around to keep the roads clear, and the demons aren't anywhere near Lyria's borders."
"Her Majesty is relaxing the laws on demonology and death magic, though," Catello added sourly. "'Weaken the enemy by understanding their weapons,' she says. Because we really needed more Warlocks wandering around, right?"
...Well, I guess I'm not practicing with Black mana before bed.
Do you have any other questions before bed (or other actions you'd like to perform)?
[] Any recommendations for odd jobs? You'll need more money for essentials before anything else.
-[] You're probably adequate when it comes to fighting.
-[] You're fairly good at reconnaissance and searching.
[] Why didn't they list their own Guild as one to join? You're not insulted, just curious.
[] Do they have any recommendations for finding non-combat magic guides? Your skillset is a bit narrower and more violent than you'd prefer.
[] Write-in
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Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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- Where the Beef is
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cat messiah
Incorporeal entity partial to creative writing
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- The Internet
I find myself not terribly curious about finding out why they didn't list themselves as a guild to join, so I'm torn between finding odd-jobs and finding non-com magic guides. On one hand, I'd like to take a page out of the SDC's books and monetize, but knowledge is power just as much as money is. (even if less immediately applicable than cash.)
fictionfan
Please sir, may I have some Meows?
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- Tempe, AZ
Well that's good for us.
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- A single human dimension
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- She/Her
I mean, you do have more options than just asking about those two. I was tempted to not put any default options at all and just leave "[] Write-in" as the sole default.
EDIT: You're also not limited to asking only one question, unless they stop you from asking more or refuse to answer for whatever reason.
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