*Facepalm* It's obviously been too long since I regularly read Freefall.
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Scaling Up
- Thread starter Kryslin
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Here's my munchkin idea to make a hard to stop character for D&D....that I've never gotten to use...a bronze dragonborn sorcerer with the feat "Spellfire Wielder"
baofengyu
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What about spell combos? I remember a campaign myself and some coworkers were in where we were all 4th lvl characters (with 1 5th lvl) on a quest when SUDDENLY AN ENCOUTER! with a mob of goblins. Me, being the Druid, cast Briar Web (3rd ed D&D) and one of our Wizards cast Gust of Wind. With said Goblins entailed in thorns, the wind turned the combo into THE goblin blender...
You mean Vash finally found a job?
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To be fair to Vash, he doesn't generally cause much damage, and almost no loss of life. It's the bad guys gunning for Vash that tend to destroy entire towns, sometimes by accident.
I seem to recall something about a Greased ramp leading into a section of Stone Spikes chewing up goblins or such.
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Not just spell combos either. In one 2nd edition campaign I played in, the GM decided to throw the level 2 party against a huge ass stone golem, and that particular type was immune to non-magic weapons. Guess what we didn't have? I was playing a dwarven fighter at the time, and announced that I was pulling out my hammer and chisel (yes, I had both) and using my dwarven abilities and training in stonecutting (yes, I had that as a non-combat proficiency too) to locate structural weaknesses in stone golem while the party kept it busy.
14.04 - Ledge
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
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Taylor walked back to the Wards' common area after enduring her two meetings. "Was all that really necessary?" she asked Miss Militia, who was accompanying her.
"Some of it was heavy handed," Miss Militia answered, "and some things could have been handled better, but yes, it was necessary. At the very least, Mr. Veder is able to return to a somewhat normal lifestyle and the green dragon left as mysteriously as it came."
"You do know who that dragon used to be, right?" Taylor asked.
"Emma Barnes," Miss Militia replied. "Somehow."
"I recognized her voice," Taylor admitted quietly.
"We're still trying to find out what happened," Miss Militia added. "She landed in front of your house, looked like she's going to rip the entire front of it off, and then suddenly disappeared."
"That… sounds like someone I know," Taylor admitted as they reached the door to the Wards area. "I'll have to make a few inquiries."
"Your father is safe," Miss Militia continued as they entered. "He was in the bunkers the DWA doesn't think we know about, from the days when the Teeth and the Empire would go at it."
Taylor nodded. "I think they're an open secret, really. No one talks about them, but a lot of people know they're there. Lots of stories and history about them, too."
"I'd better let you change and get home," Miss Militia said, "lest I draw the ire of the Youth Guard." She waved from the door. "See you on Monday afternoon."
"I'd like to thank you for coming out, Panacea," Mrs. Alcott said.
"Dinah's a friend, so it's not a problem," Amy replied. "Besides, cookies are involved," she added with a grin.
"Since for the moment we're stuck with her," Dinah said, "I'd like to know if there's anything we need to watch out for." She sighed. "Besides knives in the middle of the night."
Mr. Alcott looked at his daughter. "You think she'll try and attack you?"
"It's a possibility," Dinah admitted. "From what I gather, this was inflicted on her as a punishment for doing something really stupid. And since Fae's been sent to me to do with as I will, I figure I'll need to know how to take care of her."
Mr. Alcott nodded. "And the PRT have already been in contact about support for any special dietary needs."
Amy set down her lemonade. "Let's go see your minion and give her a health check."
Fae, as she was being called, had been given a smallish guest room in the new part of the house. It had a wide sliding door leading out into a wide hallway, which had a bathroom made for Dinah's non-standard anatomy.
The Drider had a hammock-like bed and a small chest of drawers for any personal belongings she might accumulate.
When Dinah opened the door, the pathetic looking drider tried to scuttle back into a corner.
To Amy's eyes, the elf's inky black skin was now a sickly looking blue-gray, and her slim human-like portion looked bloated and unhealthy.
"<Faevras,>" Dinah said in passable Drow, "<This is a healer. She will need to touch you. You will let her do so and offer no harm. Do you understand?>"
"<Yes,>" Fae answered. "<Mistress is too kind.>"
Frowning just a bit, Amy reached out and touched the drider's hand. A flood of information came back, and much of it was just so very wrong. She shook her head. "There's quite a bit wrong that I feel was made that way deliberately," she told Dinah. "She does have some specific dietary needs, namely a quantity of fresh blood, much like a real spider needs. Thankfully, it's not much. Otherwise, you and her are very similar. Though she only looks like a she – she's actually asexual – and can't make silk like you can."
"Could you heal what you can, please?" Dinah asked.
"She has to agree to it," Amy reminded her.
"<Faevras, the healer is going to take care of some of your problems. Is this OK with you? Say> yes <if it is.>"
"Yes." The word had a strange accent to it. The drider held out her hand, and Panacea took it gently, and let her power sort out most of the issues that would cause Faevras a great deal of pain in her day-to-day life.
As Panacea's Power went to work, a healthier, darker skin tone began to appear. The little winces and flinches subsided as the minutes passed.
"That's all I can do," Amy finally admitted. "Whatever it is that Lolth did, some of it resists my Power's ability to change it to what it should be, or just too far from what she is now. If she's going to go outside, she'll need some strong sunscreen unless it's a completely overcast day, along with some really dark sunglasses. She'll be fine at night. There might be some problems in cold weather, so you may need to talk to Parian about winter clothes. No spiracles, so she could probably ignore her lower body getting wet. She'll probably need to use the restroom frequently for the next few days as the excess fluid works its way out of her system.
"And now, I have a question for you," Amy finished. "Where'd you learn to speak Drow?"
Dinah sighed. "Probably the only part of this that didn't suck," she stated. "Lolth gave me the knowledge for some reason, and Qlive and Charinida have helped me practice. Reading and writing it, too. Never thought it would be useful, but at least I can say some completely innocent things like 'Let's have some tea!' that sound completely evil in Drow." Dinah's grin at this was far from innocent.
Amy shook her head. "Draconic is nearly the same," she replied. "'Same time tomorrow?' sounds like you're cursing them for generations to come. Tell Faevras she's in good health, she'll need to use the bathroom a bit more."
Dinah nodded, and in a quiet voice, told her minion what Amy had said.
"Thank you, healer," Faevras managed in heavily accented English, giving Amy a slight bow where her elven torso met her arachnid body.
"So what are you going to do with a minion?" Amy asked Dinah as they retired to the kitchen for some cookies and lemonade (in Dinah's case) or coffee (for Amy, who had finished her lemonade while writing out the specifics for Faevras' diet).
"I don't know," Dinah admitted, settling herself on a tuffet. "It's not like having a pet, because Faevras is, or used to be, a person." Dinah nibbled on the large cookie she had. "Right now, we're treating her as a visiting relative. Regardless of what Lolth expects me to do – and somehow I think she's getting some small amount of enjoyment watching me be uncomfortable with this situation – I can't treat her like Qlive tells me Drow normally treat Driders."
"Yeah," Amy agreed. "Therein lies madness, charges of assault, abuse, and possibly murder. Maybe." She sipped her cup of coffee. "Mom's been looking through various case law on the rights of non-human and demi-humans," she continued. "There's been a lot of it over the summer, and apparently some old, obscure cases are relevant. Fountain's covered by the precedents set by Naichi this spring, and Bochs is being treated like her little brother."
"I like the little Mimic," Dinah said. "He's got a sense of humor."
"Vicky and Dad like him, too." Amy grinned. "Something Mom's still getting used to is getting called 'grandma.' She looks all funny for a moment or two, then sighs." Amy shook her head, then drank some more coffee. "Fountain is scary smart. She's already learning to read English."
"Fae can read and write," Dinah admitted, "but it's all Elvish. Her handwriting is actually beautiful, bordering on calligraphy, but it's all Elvish characters. She's keeping a diary of sorts, and has let me see it. A lot of it was how she needed to do better and not fail again. Not much about actual goals." Dinah sighed, resting her elbows on the table. "I suspect she needs a lot of counseling. I also think that she's suffering from culture shock."
Amy nodded. "I'd believe that. A few things I'd read while in the townhouse in Sigil said that even without the tech differences, Drow society was very much dog-eat-dog, or elf-stab-elf. If that's her background, it's going to take a lot of work to make her realize that everyone's not out to get her, and that you don't have to stab people in the back to get ahead."
Amy got up. "I've got to get back home," she said. "Wish you luck with your minion."
"Good luck with your daughter," Dinah answered with a grin.
"OK, Hailey," Dennis said. "I have to ask: What happened to that green dragon? What got caught on camera looks like what happens when you do that ethereal thing."
Hailey looked at him and shrugged. "Wasn't me this time," she said. "Tia was the one who was going to investigate. Since Taylor's neighborhood is still standing, things must have gone well. As far as stepping into the Ethereal plane goes, it's not hard if you know how." She looked at Dennis. "You're coming along nicely, but you're not ready for that yet. And what you do know is, in the hands of the creative, very dangerous."
"As you've told me during every practice session. So Tiamat decided to intervene," Dennis mused. "Hopefully whatever happened, it ended well for everyone."
"Why would you wish that?"
"Because, Hailey, this benighted city has seen too much death, sorrow and despair," Dennis answered. "People are starting to heal. Things are starting to be rebuilt. Sure, it's not all sunshine, cupcakes and pastel colored ponies, but things are slowly getting better, moving towards this rare thing called 'normal.'"
Hailey leaned against her boyfriend. "Didn't you tell me this city wouldn't know normal, even if it was wearing a name tag that read 'Hi! My name is Normal'?"
"Pretty much anyone who has lived here more than a week usually says that," Dennis admitted. "Also that Brockton Bay doesn't do normal. It might have, back in the early days, but apparently seaports never do normal."
Kenta sat politely at the low table in the house of the Queen of the Foxes. Tamamo turned out to be a very gracious host, even if the fare she provided was simple.
"I do not have much," Tamamo said, "but I hope what I have suffices."
Sun Wukong nodded. "We thank you for the hospitality." Their host had provided some sake to go with the pickled vegetables and chirashi sushi.
Kenta bowed from his seated position. "We shall not impose on your hospitality for long. We are here to make sure Tsukiko made it safely to her grandmother's house."
The little fox was trying to sit still like the adults, but was beginning to fidget. Still, she was trying to behave.
Kenta couldn't help but smile slightly. Neither could Sun Wukong.
"Ah, to be young again," the Monkey King mused.
"Perhaps, perhaps not," Tamamo murmured. "Yes, I have regrets, things that I ought not to have done." She looked at her house guests. "As do you."
Sun Wukong chuckled. "Right you are," he answered. "Many regrets, but many lessons learned as well. One often wonders if you'd done something different, would things turn out better?"
"It is what it is," Kenta answered with a shrug. "You make the best choices you can, and hope things work out." With that, he drained his cup of sake. "A wiser man than I once said that the future is a mystery, and the past is history, but today is a gift, because that is why it is called the present."
At the looks the others gave him, he explained, "There is a pun, so it works better in the original language – which is not Japanese."
"Some of it was heavy handed," Miss Militia answered, "and some things could have been handled better, but yes, it was necessary. At the very least, Mr. Veder is able to return to a somewhat normal lifestyle and the green dragon left as mysteriously as it came."
"You do know who that dragon used to be, right?" Taylor asked.
"Emma Barnes," Miss Militia replied. "Somehow."
"I recognized her voice," Taylor admitted quietly.
"We're still trying to find out what happened," Miss Militia added. "She landed in front of your house, looked like she's going to rip the entire front of it off, and then suddenly disappeared."
"That… sounds like someone I know," Taylor admitted as they reached the door to the Wards area. "I'll have to make a few inquiries."
"Your father is safe," Miss Militia continued as they entered. "He was in the bunkers the DWA doesn't think we know about, from the days when the Teeth and the Empire would go at it."
Taylor nodded. "I think they're an open secret, really. No one talks about them, but a lot of people know they're there. Lots of stories and history about them, too."
"I'd better let you change and get home," Miss Militia said, "lest I draw the ire of the Youth Guard." She waved from the door. "See you on Monday afternoon."
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"I'd like to thank you for coming out, Panacea," Mrs. Alcott said.
"Dinah's a friend, so it's not a problem," Amy replied. "Besides, cookies are involved," she added with a grin.
"Since for the moment we're stuck with her," Dinah said, "I'd like to know if there's anything we need to watch out for." She sighed. "Besides knives in the middle of the night."
Mr. Alcott looked at his daughter. "You think she'll try and attack you?"
"It's a possibility," Dinah admitted. "From what I gather, this was inflicted on her as a punishment for doing something really stupid. And since Fae's been sent to me to do with as I will, I figure I'll need to know how to take care of her."
Mr. Alcott nodded. "And the PRT have already been in contact about support for any special dietary needs."
Amy set down her lemonade. "Let's go see your minion and give her a health check."
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Fae, as she was being called, had been given a smallish guest room in the new part of the house. It had a wide sliding door leading out into a wide hallway, which had a bathroom made for Dinah's non-standard anatomy.
The Drider had a hammock-like bed and a small chest of drawers for any personal belongings she might accumulate.
When Dinah opened the door, the pathetic looking drider tried to scuttle back into a corner.
To Amy's eyes, the elf's inky black skin was now a sickly looking blue-gray, and her slim human-like portion looked bloated and unhealthy.
"<Faevras,>" Dinah said in passable Drow, "<This is a healer. She will need to touch you. You will let her do so and offer no harm. Do you understand?>"
"<Yes,>" Fae answered. "<Mistress is too kind.>"
Frowning just a bit, Amy reached out and touched the drider's hand. A flood of information came back, and much of it was just so very wrong. She shook her head. "There's quite a bit wrong that I feel was made that way deliberately," she told Dinah. "She does have some specific dietary needs, namely a quantity of fresh blood, much like a real spider needs. Thankfully, it's not much. Otherwise, you and her are very similar. Though she only looks like a she – she's actually asexual – and can't make silk like you can."
"Could you heal what you can, please?" Dinah asked.
"She has to agree to it," Amy reminded her.
"<Faevras, the healer is going to take care of some of your problems. Is this OK with you? Say> yes <if it is.>"
"Yes." The word had a strange accent to it. The drider held out her hand, and Panacea took it gently, and let her power sort out most of the issues that would cause Faevras a great deal of pain in her day-to-day life.
As Panacea's Power went to work, a healthier, darker skin tone began to appear. The little winces and flinches subsided as the minutes passed.
"That's all I can do," Amy finally admitted. "Whatever it is that Lolth did, some of it resists my Power's ability to change it to what it should be, or just too far from what she is now. If she's going to go outside, she'll need some strong sunscreen unless it's a completely overcast day, along with some really dark sunglasses. She'll be fine at night. There might be some problems in cold weather, so you may need to talk to Parian about winter clothes. No spiracles, so she could probably ignore her lower body getting wet. She'll probably need to use the restroom frequently for the next few days as the excess fluid works its way out of her system.
"And now, I have a question for you," Amy finished. "Where'd you learn to speak Drow?"
Dinah sighed. "Probably the only part of this that didn't suck," she stated. "Lolth gave me the knowledge for some reason, and Qlive and Charinida have helped me practice. Reading and writing it, too. Never thought it would be useful, but at least I can say some completely innocent things like 'Let's have some tea!' that sound completely evil in Drow." Dinah's grin at this was far from innocent.
Amy shook her head. "Draconic is nearly the same," she replied. "'Same time tomorrow?' sounds like you're cursing them for generations to come. Tell Faevras she's in good health, she'll need to use the bathroom a bit more."
Dinah nodded, and in a quiet voice, told her minion what Amy had said.
"Thank you, healer," Faevras managed in heavily accented English, giving Amy a slight bow where her elven torso met her arachnid body.
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"So what are you going to do with a minion?" Amy asked Dinah as they retired to the kitchen for some cookies and lemonade (in Dinah's case) or coffee (for Amy, who had finished her lemonade while writing out the specifics for Faevras' diet).
"I don't know," Dinah admitted, settling herself on a tuffet. "It's not like having a pet, because Faevras is, or used to be, a person." Dinah nibbled on the large cookie she had. "Right now, we're treating her as a visiting relative. Regardless of what Lolth expects me to do – and somehow I think she's getting some small amount of enjoyment watching me be uncomfortable with this situation – I can't treat her like Qlive tells me Drow normally treat Driders."
"Yeah," Amy agreed. "Therein lies madness, charges of assault, abuse, and possibly murder. Maybe." She sipped her cup of coffee. "Mom's been looking through various case law on the rights of non-human and demi-humans," she continued. "There's been a lot of it over the summer, and apparently some old, obscure cases are relevant. Fountain's covered by the precedents set by Naichi this spring, and Bochs is being treated like her little brother."
"I like the little Mimic," Dinah said. "He's got a sense of humor."
"Vicky and Dad like him, too." Amy grinned. "Something Mom's still getting used to is getting called 'grandma.' She looks all funny for a moment or two, then sighs." Amy shook her head, then drank some more coffee. "Fountain is scary smart. She's already learning to read English."
"Fae can read and write," Dinah admitted, "but it's all Elvish. Her handwriting is actually beautiful, bordering on calligraphy, but it's all Elvish characters. She's keeping a diary of sorts, and has let me see it. A lot of it was how she needed to do better and not fail again. Not much about actual goals." Dinah sighed, resting her elbows on the table. "I suspect she needs a lot of counseling. I also think that she's suffering from culture shock."
Amy nodded. "I'd believe that. A few things I'd read while in the townhouse in Sigil said that even without the tech differences, Drow society was very much dog-eat-dog, or elf-stab-elf. If that's her background, it's going to take a lot of work to make her realize that everyone's not out to get her, and that you don't have to stab people in the back to get ahead."
Amy got up. "I've got to get back home," she said. "Wish you luck with your minion."
"Good luck with your daughter," Dinah answered with a grin.
= = = = = = = = = = = =
"OK, Hailey," Dennis said. "I have to ask: What happened to that green dragon? What got caught on camera looks like what happens when you do that ethereal thing."
Hailey looked at him and shrugged. "Wasn't me this time," she said. "Tia was the one who was going to investigate. Since Taylor's neighborhood is still standing, things must have gone well. As far as stepping into the Ethereal plane goes, it's not hard if you know how." She looked at Dennis. "You're coming along nicely, but you're not ready for that yet. And what you do know is, in the hands of the creative, very dangerous."
"As you've told me during every practice session. So Tiamat decided to intervene," Dennis mused. "Hopefully whatever happened, it ended well for everyone."
"Why would you wish that?"
"Because, Hailey, this benighted city has seen too much death, sorrow and despair," Dennis answered. "People are starting to heal. Things are starting to be rebuilt. Sure, it's not all sunshine, cupcakes and pastel colored ponies, but things are slowly getting better, moving towards this rare thing called 'normal.'"
Hailey leaned against her boyfriend. "Didn't you tell me this city wouldn't know normal, even if it was wearing a name tag that read 'Hi! My name is Normal'?"
"Pretty much anyone who has lived here more than a week usually says that," Dennis admitted. "Also that Brockton Bay doesn't do normal. It might have, back in the early days, but apparently seaports never do normal."
= = = = = = = = = = = =
Kenta sat politely at the low table in the house of the Queen of the Foxes. Tamamo turned out to be a very gracious host, even if the fare she provided was simple.
"I do not have much," Tamamo said, "but I hope what I have suffices."
Sun Wukong nodded. "We thank you for the hospitality." Their host had provided some sake to go with the pickled vegetables and chirashi sushi.
Kenta bowed from his seated position. "We shall not impose on your hospitality for long. We are here to make sure Tsukiko made it safely to her grandmother's house."
The little fox was trying to sit still like the adults, but was beginning to fidget. Still, she was trying to behave.
Kenta couldn't help but smile slightly. Neither could Sun Wukong.
"Ah, to be young again," the Monkey King mused.
"Perhaps, perhaps not," Tamamo murmured. "Yes, I have regrets, things that I ought not to have done." She looked at her house guests. "As do you."
Sun Wukong chuckled. "Right you are," he answered. "Many regrets, but many lessons learned as well. One often wonders if you'd done something different, would things turn out better?"
"It is what it is," Kenta answered with a shrug. "You make the best choices you can, and hope things work out." With that, he drained his cup of sake. "A wiser man than I once said that the future is a mystery, and the past is history, but today is a gift, because that is why it is called the present."
At the looks the others gave him, he explained, "There is a pun, so it works better in the original language – which is not Japanese."
M. H. Fuzzball
Aperture Science-certified Horrible Person
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- Sector 2814
You know the only reason Kenta watched Kung Fu Panda is because Takara gave him the Koinugan.
Isn't that usually the case for father's?
Translators Note: Koinugan means Puppy-dog Eyes.
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- Indiana, USA
And now I'm thinking that that sounds like a funny prank jutsu Naruto would make like his Orioke Jutsu.
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- Scotland
That tickled a memory. I'm pretty sure I've read at least one Naruto fic where he (or maybe she I'm not 100% sure) damn near weaponised the puppy dog eyes by turning into a 5 y/o version of themselves and pulling off one of the single most adorable puppy pout's EVER. That one could have maybe even made Kaguya squeal "Kawaii" and glomp chibi Naruto. Unfortunately I've read that many Naruto fics that most of them blend together and this one feels old and I get the sense of it no longer being updated but if anyone has any ideas as to what it might be I welcome them.
BlazeStryker
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- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Heck, Three Baskets might have done that joke.
That one is "A Teacher's Glory" by Larry Huss
The Trio take Kakashi literally on their 1st encounter
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In Kakashi's defense, the three actually developing a plan, knowing how to pull it off, and being willing to work together was something he couldn't have reasonably expected. after all, there was no indications they could even get along, let alone work together. And why would he expect fresh academy students to know anything about making poison gases in the field with flora and fauna? Especially since the academy seems to have been dumbed down to just (very basic) stealth, basic hand to hand, and basic throwing weapons usage. Oh, and a trio of utility jutsu that 2/3rds will likely never be used outside of the academy by said students. Maybe even all 3 of the "academy 3" get left behind as "not useful". Replacement gets used by Kakashi a few times, and Zabusa uses it too when fighting Kakashi, but nobody else seems to ever do so.
Despite the name, ninja in Naruto are more heavy assault chi wizards then ninja.
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That's not the only story I've seen where Kakashi is taken out by Team 7 during the bell test. The others had him survive, barely. Can't remember their names though.
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- She/Her
You might be thinking about a time travel fic where Naruto teaches Little-Girl-Lost no jutsu to Itachi after the Uchiha Massacre. An incredibly specific transformation technique. I think that was the same one where Hiruzen's secretary mixed up his 'relaxation' smoking herbs with the tea. I think it was only a single chapter in a fragments collection though.
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- Somewhere In Pa
- Pronouns
- Mr
Is anyone else besides me disturbed by the fact that Bochs is cute? I mean, sure, him saying 'hewwo' is adorable. I also know that he's too small to really hurt anybody.
But a cute mimic?? In what AU could there be such a thing??
Oh wait, it's this one. Complaint withdrawn.
Fountain will never be anything else but cute, at least until she grows up.
But a cute mimic?? In what AU could there be such a thing??
Oh wait, it's this one. Complaint withdrawn.
Fountain will never be anything else but cute, at least until she grows up.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
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- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
Mimics can be cute in the same way itty-bitty fuzzy jumping spiders can be cute.
In that they're small & cute. Until you see one enlarged enough to be as big as a Great Dane and the fangs come out.
And then they're xenomorph-tier fucking terrifying.
Bochs is a baby Mimic. Keyword being 'baby'. They grow.
OTOH, the fact Bochs is actually being raised as a 'handfed' Mimic? Might go a helvalong way towards keeping him 'safe' to be around. As in, he won't try to eat you. Just the Snickers bar you have in your pants pocket. Because he 'knows' you'll bring MORE for him later.
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Harry Leferts
Suave Shadow Cabal Kaiju
"The boss caught you on Brazzers, McLaggen. You're not leaving until you finish your work for today."
Mimog you tryna say this fellow isnt adorable?
BlazeStryker
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- Location
- Roanoke, VA
- Pronouns
- Him/He/Dude
Mimics... are exactly as cute/unassuming/inconspicuous as they wanna be unless they bone their roll. Then Ukyou breaks out the ginormous baking peel and... hang on, that's that Ranma 1/2 character. But Mimics really do pull that same sthick, just more carnivously in the wild. Bochs will be much smarter (or at least better trained/educated) and people-safe unless you're a moron. Then you deserve what's coming anyway.
Jadesteele
Out of my Mind - Back in 5 Minutes
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- half-way between 'Crazy' And 'Eccentric'
One thing i don't see enough of about mimics in ficca and other official material is their flexibility - it's always seems to be just chests, doesn't it. I know that in DM's Games they can be used inventively - i refer to the previous post about mimic ropes, and i remember a game where at one point the group had to enter a temple dedicated to a dark lust god, which at one point had them ambushed by a dozen mimics that had been disguised as a display of ancient polished stone 'de-stressors' (famous last words of a ranger: "wait, they're stone? wouldn't that be too cold to use?" 
)
Ahem, anyway in more 'formal' usage, mimics seem to be so underused or discounted - imagine a dragon's hoard with a few strategically placed objai-d'art that erupt into monsters and attack the hero, or one being mailed to a enemy as something inocculus - it's why i think the game 'prey' (despite being sci0fi not D&D) had a better idea on the usage of shapeshifting monsters then some of the official D&D stuff.
) Ahem, anyway in more 'formal' usage, mimics seem to be so underused or discounted - imagine a dragon's hoard with a few strategically placed objai-d'art that erupt into monsters and attack the hero, or one being mailed to a enemy as something inocculus - it's why i think the game 'prey' (despite being sci0fi not D&D) had a better idea on the usage of shapeshifting monsters then some of the official D&D stuff.
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