- Location
- U.S.
or just ask Contessa to give a general therapy session which will help people who are listening? that should also help eidolon as well since he is not being targeted directly.
Shining Example (WORM ORIGIN QUEST)
- Thread starter IKnowNothing
- Start date
pbluekan
Somethin's Fucky ...
- Location
- Trumpistan
- Pronouns
- He/Him
I vote we play the game instead of asking contessa for help. Contessa pops up when contessa popus up.
- Location
- Reno Nv
Contessa is also like a Deus Ex Machina. She knows the path to victory for everything, also a general therapy session, can be a good bonding experience for everyone. Or even a Hero's day out, where everyone takes time to decompress from the crazy things they can and have to do.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
Still wouldn't work. For one, the path to victory sees everyone as fine, at least on a physical level. She has better thing to do than sit down and be a therapist to people.
Well, Alex's dad does own a bar....
- Location
- Reno Nv
Does he also own a cafe?
- Location
- College Station, Texas
[X] Stay and work with him. Despite his intense methods, you did ask for this. Besides, if it were anyone else other than him, you might have killed them. He's not the nicest man, but he is trying to help.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
With that, I'm closing the vote.
You guys seem adamant about training with the strongest hero in the world.
Just so you know, this means you're going to be spending time with David, every, single day.
...
You guys seem adamant about training with the strongest hero in the world.
Just so you know, this means you're going to be spending time with David, every, single day.
...
- Location
- Mists of Albion
Wait, can't we interact with others as well?With that, I'm closing the vote.
You guys seem adamant about training with the strongest hero in the world.
Just so you know, this means you're going to be spending time with David, every, single day.
...
We need to ask Rachel out after all...
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
No you can, it's just that visiting and training with david will be a daily occurrence. Rebecca is more than happy to meet up with you after quote un quote "Work hours."
Neo-Chan
Extremely hungover College student
- Location
- North Carolina
So just so you guy's know ahead of time, just about everything you think you know about Toybox is completely wrong. A good example of this is how in this AU Toybox decided to make some weapons that were specifically designed to destroy the planet. But you know, no big deal or anything.
- Location
- Leeds
Is this relevant to the update? Or were you two just talking background fluff?
Neo-Chan
Extremely hungover College student
- Location
- North Carolina
Oh we were just talking background stuff for the future.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
Neo is a meme, and is attempting to be such. You can safely ignore.
Either way, the chapter is almost done but something else is finished as well. It will be posted soon.
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
I'm out of class, I've got a lot more free time to spend writing this.
- Location
- Mists of Albion
Interlude: The Right Questions....
IKnowNothing
....What?
- Location
- I got lost so.....Where are we?
Cambridge, England.
August 19th, 1986
Rain hits the glass windows of the quiet cafe, hushed conversations from what few customers sat huddled inside the only din to be heard. Sitting in a booth, alone from everyone else, sits a young man. Slim fingers twirl what looks to be a rather heavy pen, taking a few moments every now and then to tap it on the notepad in front of him. His other hand taps at a small cup of coffee almost rhythmically, still full to the brim, heat wafting off the top. There's a quiet ding from the front door as a person walks in, closing an umbrella and brushing off what little rain had made it past.
In the booth, the young man's smile creeps up an inch. The person makes his way over to the booth, ignoring the looks from the other patrons and the staff. He sets down his umbrella and a small conductor's baton. "I was told finding you would be the easy part," the man says.
Across from him, the young man just smiles and raises his cup, taking a quiet, but long, sip. "Richard, I presume?" he asks, the expression on his face betraying that he very well knew the answer.
Richard matches the man's smile with his own, bowing his head slightly in answer. "I didn't even wear a name tag," Richard jokes, but both men knew a falsehood when they heard one.
There's a slight chuckle as the young man with oddly colored eyes puts his cup back down, and leans back into the chair behind him. "Perhaps not, but exchanging names and pleasantries isn't why you found me, now is it? Why would somebody like you, want something from somebody like me, I wonder?"
Richard drops his smile, leaning back into his own chair. "I was told that if I wanted to know something, I would need to visit the Seer first. What I need, is something only one such as yourself can provide. If, the rumors are true." Richard slowly turns his gaze, and points to a single patron sitting alone in the cafe. She held a single cup of coffee to her lips, and Richard smiles at the action. "Tell me, if I snap my fingers, how will that person react?" Richard asks in challenge.
"How would that woman react if you were to snap your fingers?" The younger man asks, before raising an eyebrow slightly, "I believe she would fumble around looking for something to dry herself off with."
Richard eyes the man, daring him to change his answer. He waits for a second, then two. Then, he snaps. A single ping, not unlike a bell chime rings throughout the room. Across the cafe, the coffee cup shudders for a moment before shattering. Hot coffee spills all over the unprotected woman. She, as predicted, jumps in her seat and reaches for anything capable of drying the searing hot liquid out of her clothes.
Richard tries to keep the pleased glint out of his eye, but his smile returns full force. He leans in, his posture completely business like if not for the bluntness of his approach. "It seems you might be him him. If you are, I assume you know what I'm going to ask of you?"
Again, the younger man just raises his eyebrow slightly, smile rising up ever so slightly with it. "What you want of me? What you sought me out for? Those are very interesting questions, of course, but I'm a little more interested in something else."He leans forward and opens up the notebook on the table. Even at a glance, it's easy to tell that it's completely full of exactly what Richard wants. Names, times, locations, everything. As if to prove the point, he turns the page, and then to another, and another. Every page is full, full of information. Information that was vital to him. He closes the notebook, puts the pen down beside it, and then steeples his fingers. "I'm very willing to give you what you're asking of me, but first…"
The young man's oddly colored eyes glint in the dreary light. "What is it that you're willing to pay me for this?"
Richard taps his finger on the table, eyeing both the young man and the notebook in front of him. He stops tapping for a moment, then a faint chuckle escapes him. "Well then, I guess you could say that if you gave me what I want, I could give you the city of London in all her glory. But that's not what you would want, is it" He shakes his finger almost hypnotically. "No, you're the kind of guy who wants more immediate pay. To that question, I answer this."
He spreads his arms out wide, an inviting gesture, if it were anyone else. On Richard, it seemed more of an invitation to your own destruction. "Whatever I can give, it is yours. All I need… Well, you already know what I need." he says, gesturing at the notebook.
Across from him, the younger man's smile creeps up into something almost resembling normality. On him, however, it looked more akin to a predator staring down its prey. "That is rather convenient. You see, I was just thinking I needed somebody that owed me a favor. Still, favors are only so valuable as you keep them, yes? So, Richard…" His fingers unclasp, and he pushes the notebook over to the other side of the table."What do you think about keeping in contact? It just so happens that I think our plans seem to coincide on a number of… Important matters. If you promise to do a few things for me here and there, I would be happy to answer questions of this calibre whenever you feel the need."
Richard lifts a skeptical eyebrow. "Any question? And more than one at that?" he asks.
"Of this calibre," the young man, tapping the top of the notebook, before smiling lightly, "Some questions would cost you more than this world could ever offer. I wouldn't suggest asking those."
Silence reigns for a moment, Richard remaining utterly still. He reaches forward, touching the notebook, but not opening. His finger hovers over for a second, then retreats. He tips a non-existent hat to the young man. "Mind if I borrow your pen?" he asks.
Rather slowly, the younger man's eyebrow arches back down, almost furrowing. "Would I mind if you borrow my pen?" he returns, before shaking his head. With a delicate grip, he lifts the oddly expensive looking writing device by one end, offering the other to Richard. Richard takes the offered pen, and nods. "I don't think you do, since I'm going to be writing your price." He casually picks up a napkin and writes down a series of numbers. He closes the pen, and hands both back to the man.
"A pleasure doing business with you," the young man replies with a quaint smile, pocketing both the note and pen, before tapping his cup, "Ah, before you depart, would you care for a cup? Just because you didn't come for pleasantries doesn't quite mean we should ignore them, don't you think?"
Richard tilts his head, surprise clear on his features. He raises a hand, beckoning a waitress towards the table. "One cup of whatever's brewing."
She doesn't write it down, only nodding and returning to her work. Richard settles back into his seat and smiles. "I don't see why not."
The young man's smile returns to its prior state as he lifts his cup. He takes a sip, and waits in silence for the waitress to return with Richard's drink.
"I wonder, exactly, how long it is that this relationship of ours will last?" The young man asks innocently.
Richard lets out a rue chuckle "Long enough for both of us to get what we want."
The young man matches his chuckle as Richard raises his cup "Alea iacta est." Richard whispers.
The young man raises his as well, and the two glasses connect.
Finally alone, Oracle lets out a quiet sigh and loosens his tie a little bit. A new cup of coffee sits at the edge of the table, freshly brewed, and all evidence of his compatriots' cup and the notebook gone entirely. After taking all of a moment to relax, he reaches inside his coat and pulls out a notebook similar to the one he'd handed off, if just a little smaller. He opens it with practiced ease, flipping through the pages until he reaches one where the writing seems to stop.
He pulls his pen from his pocket, pulls off the cap, and writes a series of seemingly random letters beside a name. Nodding to himself, he taps the back of the pen to his lips, a thoughtful expression in place.
"Now, who should I focus on next…?" His eyes glaze over for a bit, and it takes a few seconds before the pen lowers, and he writes a name.
Alex Everett
A slight smile plays at his lips.
"What kind of person is he, I wonder?" He pauses, tapping the pen against his chin now.
"What kind of person is he going to be?" The pen stops, resting against the side of his lips.
"And how do I kill him?"
August 19th, 1986
Rain hits the glass windows of the quiet cafe, hushed conversations from what few customers sat huddled inside the only din to be heard. Sitting in a booth, alone from everyone else, sits a young man. Slim fingers twirl what looks to be a rather heavy pen, taking a few moments every now and then to tap it on the notepad in front of him. His other hand taps at a small cup of coffee almost rhythmically, still full to the brim, heat wafting off the top. There's a quiet ding from the front door as a person walks in, closing an umbrella and brushing off what little rain had made it past.
In the booth, the young man's smile creeps up an inch. The person makes his way over to the booth, ignoring the looks from the other patrons and the staff. He sets down his umbrella and a small conductor's baton. "I was told finding you would be the easy part," the man says.
Across from him, the young man just smiles and raises his cup, taking a quiet, but long, sip. "Richard, I presume?" he asks, the expression on his face betraying that he very well knew the answer.
Richard matches the man's smile with his own, bowing his head slightly in answer. "I didn't even wear a name tag," Richard jokes, but both men knew a falsehood when they heard one.
There's a slight chuckle as the young man with oddly colored eyes puts his cup back down, and leans back into the chair behind him. "Perhaps not, but exchanging names and pleasantries isn't why you found me, now is it? Why would somebody like you, want something from somebody like me, I wonder?"
Richard drops his smile, leaning back into his own chair. "I was told that if I wanted to know something, I would need to visit the Seer first. What I need, is something only one such as yourself can provide. If, the rumors are true." Richard slowly turns his gaze, and points to a single patron sitting alone in the cafe. She held a single cup of coffee to her lips, and Richard smiles at the action. "Tell me, if I snap my fingers, how will that person react?" Richard asks in challenge.
"How would that woman react if you were to snap your fingers?" The younger man asks, before raising an eyebrow slightly, "I believe she would fumble around looking for something to dry herself off with."
Richard eyes the man, daring him to change his answer. He waits for a second, then two. Then, he snaps. A single ping, not unlike a bell chime rings throughout the room. Across the cafe, the coffee cup shudders for a moment before shattering. Hot coffee spills all over the unprotected woman. She, as predicted, jumps in her seat and reaches for anything capable of drying the searing hot liquid out of her clothes.
Richard tries to keep the pleased glint out of his eye, but his smile returns full force. He leans in, his posture completely business like if not for the bluntness of his approach. "It seems you might be him him. If you are, I assume you know what I'm going to ask of you?"
Again, the younger man just raises his eyebrow slightly, smile rising up ever so slightly with it. "What you want of me? What you sought me out for? Those are very interesting questions, of course, but I'm a little more interested in something else."He leans forward and opens up the notebook on the table. Even at a glance, it's easy to tell that it's completely full of exactly what Richard wants. Names, times, locations, everything. As if to prove the point, he turns the page, and then to another, and another. Every page is full, full of information. Information that was vital to him. He closes the notebook, puts the pen down beside it, and then steeples his fingers. "I'm very willing to give you what you're asking of me, but first…"
The young man's oddly colored eyes glint in the dreary light. "What is it that you're willing to pay me for this?"
Richard taps his finger on the table, eyeing both the young man and the notebook in front of him. He stops tapping for a moment, then a faint chuckle escapes him. "Well then, I guess you could say that if you gave me what I want, I could give you the city of London in all her glory. But that's not what you would want, is it" He shakes his finger almost hypnotically. "No, you're the kind of guy who wants more immediate pay. To that question, I answer this."
He spreads his arms out wide, an inviting gesture, if it were anyone else. On Richard, it seemed more of an invitation to your own destruction. "Whatever I can give, it is yours. All I need… Well, you already know what I need." he says, gesturing at the notebook.
Across from him, the younger man's smile creeps up into something almost resembling normality. On him, however, it looked more akin to a predator staring down its prey. "That is rather convenient. You see, I was just thinking I needed somebody that owed me a favor. Still, favors are only so valuable as you keep them, yes? So, Richard…" His fingers unclasp, and he pushes the notebook over to the other side of the table."What do you think about keeping in contact? It just so happens that I think our plans seem to coincide on a number of… Important matters. If you promise to do a few things for me here and there, I would be happy to answer questions of this calibre whenever you feel the need."
Richard lifts a skeptical eyebrow. "Any question? And more than one at that?" he asks.
"Of this calibre," the young man, tapping the top of the notebook, before smiling lightly, "Some questions would cost you more than this world could ever offer. I wouldn't suggest asking those."
Silence reigns for a moment, Richard remaining utterly still. He reaches forward, touching the notebook, but not opening. His finger hovers over for a second, then retreats. He tips a non-existent hat to the young man. "Mind if I borrow your pen?" he asks.
Rather slowly, the younger man's eyebrow arches back down, almost furrowing. "Would I mind if you borrow my pen?" he returns, before shaking his head. With a delicate grip, he lifts the oddly expensive looking writing device by one end, offering the other to Richard. Richard takes the offered pen, and nods. "I don't think you do, since I'm going to be writing your price." He casually picks up a napkin and writes down a series of numbers. He closes the pen, and hands both back to the man.
"A pleasure doing business with you," the young man replies with a quaint smile, pocketing both the note and pen, before tapping his cup, "Ah, before you depart, would you care for a cup? Just because you didn't come for pleasantries doesn't quite mean we should ignore them, don't you think?"
Richard tilts his head, surprise clear on his features. He raises a hand, beckoning a waitress towards the table. "One cup of whatever's brewing."
She doesn't write it down, only nodding and returning to her work. Richard settles back into his seat and smiles. "I don't see why not."
The young man's smile returns to its prior state as he lifts his cup. He takes a sip, and waits in silence for the waitress to return with Richard's drink.
"I wonder, exactly, how long it is that this relationship of ours will last?" The young man asks innocently.
Richard lets out a rue chuckle "Long enough for both of us to get what we want."
The young man matches his chuckle as Richard raises his cup "Alea iacta est." Richard whispers.
The young man raises his as well, and the two glasses connect.
Finally alone, Oracle lets out a quiet sigh and loosens his tie a little bit. A new cup of coffee sits at the edge of the table, freshly brewed, and all evidence of his compatriots' cup and the notebook gone entirely. After taking all of a moment to relax, he reaches inside his coat and pulls out a notebook similar to the one he'd handed off, if just a little smaller. He opens it with practiced ease, flipping through the pages until he reaches one where the writing seems to stop.
He pulls his pen from his pocket, pulls off the cap, and writes a series of seemingly random letters beside a name. Nodding to himself, he taps the back of the pen to his lips, a thoughtful expression in place.
"Now, who should I focus on next…?" His eyes glaze over for a bit, and it takes a few seconds before the pen lowers, and he writes a name.
Alex Everett
A slight smile plays at his lips.
"What kind of person is he, I wonder?" He pauses, tapping the pen against his chin now.
"What kind of person is he going to be?" The pen stops, resting against the side of his lips.
"And how do I kill him?"
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Evaunit02mark1
S-s-smell the Prey, S-s-start the Hunt.
"Cross about 12 dimensions and crash a forum site."
pbluekan
Somethin's Fucky ...
- Location
- Trumpistan
- Pronouns
- He/Him
- Location
- U.S.
well at least this site isn't vulnerable to colorful birds like SB.
- Location
- Leeds
I'm going to need a reference for this joke.
- Location
- Reno Nv
So... anyone up for a faraday prison?
