You know what... fair, you suddenly find yourself in what you can only describe as a different dimension with some Eldridge device, you have no idea what it could possibly be or do and the first thing you read says something about anti-matter being stored... Yeah I could see people just noping the fuck away.
The Eldritch One (Celestial Forge)
- Thread starter Optimal Robotics
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The IMMEDIATE nope just tickled my funny bone.
A completely understandable reaction when antimatter is involved.
Also that agent is going to try something soon and get the PRT even further into the red both money wise and reputation wise.
Piggots gonna be pissed.
Also that agent is going to try something soon and get the PRT even further into the red both money wise and reputation wise.
Piggots gonna be pissed.
...now when is the next fake timeline.
I want to see what Taylor does with the factory and antimatter when it doesn't matter what the repercussions are.
Keep a single Bag Of Sharing controlled blob of Slime in there and use it to retrieve enough Anti-matter to deactivate Coil's simulations at will?
Barbaric Bob
The Barbaric One
- Location
- Soon to be plundering a village near you
C'mon Taylor, play with anti-matter
what's the worst that could happen?
what's the worst that could happen?
There are more elderitch abilities in the forge like: most stuff from.(Monster Girl Encyclopedia)
Body of a Servant (Monster Girl Encyclopedia) (400CP)
Like a Shoggoth, you can reshape the cells of your body to create any organ you wish, and that's just the tip of the
iceberg. You can also split off and shape your body's cells/organs into various items that mimic the function of the
actual items. For instance, even if you are normally vulnerable to fire, a frying pan you made with your body would be
resistant to heat. It's fairly easy to make mundane items using your body, but especially complex items, such as magical
artifacts or especially advanced technology, would require a lot more concentration on your part (and maybe a little extra
energy) to get things right. Please also keep in mind that these items are being created from your body mass, so unless
you have a way to regenerate your mass you might not want to make too many things at one time.
Hands Of A Fran (Franken Fran) (200CP)
6 attachable arms that link up to your nervous system, they greatly enhance speed and multitasking, with no drop in
precision or control. Become a one-man surgery team. Free bulky labcoat to conceal the arms.
* Assuming each pair symbolizes an extra mental thread, when utilized with powers from under Time, it gets rather
crazy, effectively multiplying your building speed by 4.
Specialist's Hammer (Dark Souls 2) (200CP)
Bridging the mystical and with the mundane, mystical with the tools of man, are there many acts more satisfying than that? With a solid hammer and good ember, you are capable of just such feats. You may harness the qualities of magical, supernatural or just outright strange materials to improve existing constructs not composed of such things. An
iron sword could be imbued with the arcane nature of the soul to better bypass armor, or a shield with the power to halt darkness infused attacks. You are also bestowed skill with smithing, though mostly towards the area that the above powers require. That is to say, hammering and burning the powers of material described above into things.
And....... some things from (Lords of the Night - Liches)
Body of a Servant (Monster Girl Encyclopedia) (400CP)
Like a Shoggoth, you can reshape the cells of your body to create any organ you wish, and that's just the tip of the
iceberg. You can also split off and shape your body's cells/organs into various items that mimic the function of the
actual items. For instance, even if you are normally vulnerable to fire, a frying pan you made with your body would be
resistant to heat. It's fairly easy to make mundane items using your body, but especially complex items, such as magical
artifacts or especially advanced technology, would require a lot more concentration on your part (and maybe a little extra
energy) to get things right. Please also keep in mind that these items are being created from your body mass, so unless
you have a way to regenerate your mass you might not want to make too many things at one time.
Hands Of A Fran (Franken Fran) (200CP)
6 attachable arms that link up to your nervous system, they greatly enhance speed and multitasking, with no drop in
precision or control. Become a one-man surgery team. Free bulky labcoat to conceal the arms.
* Assuming each pair symbolizes an extra mental thread, when utilized with powers from under Time, it gets rather
crazy, effectively multiplying your building speed by 4.
Specialist's Hammer (Dark Souls 2) (200CP)
Bridging the mystical and with the mundane, mystical with the tools of man, are there many acts more satisfying than that? With a solid hammer and good ember, you are capable of just such feats. You may harness the qualities of magical, supernatural or just outright strange materials to improve existing constructs not composed of such things. An
iron sword could be imbued with the arcane nature of the soul to better bypass armor, or a shield with the power to halt darkness infused attacks. You are also bestowed skill with smithing, though mostly towards the area that the above powers require. That is to say, hammering and burning the powers of material described above into things.
And....... some things from (Lords of the Night - Liches)
Most of them are standalone study/int boosts. If I recall correctly, it's that base that also gives you that undead form of magic. If it wasn't for that, the magical base sounds rather neat. All for the small tiny drawback of being undead or forced on the road of becoming a Liche. No thanks.
There are several species change or alt form perks like the WH40K wraith bone singer.
I mean 2 ever present, always watching methodical minds in your head sounds kind of elderitch to me.
Methodical Approach (Lords of the Night - Liches) (200CP)
Sometimes the best approach is plodding. It's like you have two extra minds. Not creative or innovative like your normal thoughts, but absolutely patient, and never stopping, slowing, or growing bored. If you need a material with a certain set of properties, they can go over everything you know about material science
and systematically work through it until they find such a material. If you need to make a process more efficient, they can systematically go over all possible iterations, checking them one by one, simplifying one way, then another, and another, seeing what works and what doesn't.
You always know how many steps you went up or down on a stairway, how long your stride was, how many windows you passed, and other such points of data. This doesn't give you bottomless memory, but the machine minds in the back of your head miss nothing, and can ponder anything and everything. They can even outperform a more brilliant mind, because they never dismiss anything and leave no stone unturned, even ones a more intuitive thinker would overlook. They excel at keeping the facts in mind, and only the facts. What they lack in creativity or innovation they make up for in being utterly systematic. You also find it easier to work methodically through things with your normal thoughts, and when you do you can work with the machine thoughts, using your intuition and creativity to help them overcome problems and find solutions faster. These extra thought trains always equal your normal ones in raw processing, but are otherwise crippled as described above. However, they will take on weakened shadows of any mental or social enhancing perks you possess. For example, if you have the Social Intelligence perk, they will pick up on social data, and can work with it despite not being creative or intuitive, processing through such data in bulk to help you solve larger social questions. They won't be as capable as if you focused on those things with your normal thoughts, but their methodical approach means they can handle bigger datasets then you can, and nothing stops you from considering the ideas and thoughts they come up with your normal less restricted thought processes.
Oh my God, my dice are assholes!
Playing with isotopes might be a lot safer. Also probably a lot more valuable if she can find some Tinker's to pay off.
Alright so Hands Of A Fran seems like it basically gives you more Motion/Action Planning brain-meat throughput while Methodical Approach seems like it gives you autistic internal Beta/Delta Forks.
Sounds like something interesting for you to spin into gold. Looking forward to it.
The irony attached to her reaction is that by deciding not to investigate the antimatter storage, she chose the path that would result in more antimatter. It would have been safer to switch it to producing, say, charcoal, but she didn't look closely enough to find that option.
Something more generally useful, like pure hydrogen and oxygen or oils and whatnot, would probably be preferable.
After looking into Solid State propellant for rockets I have learned that a amateur rocketeering fuel made out of sugar and fertilizer.
- Location
- Australia
Makes me think of the nope.avi meme from tf2
- Location
- Lost to the Depths of the Deep Web
God that makes me feel old knowing that I was around for the birth of that meme
MaimakteriAnn
(Verified Sleepy)
- Location
- Enormous And Round Terran Homeworld
- Pronouns
- She/Her/Dr
Loved the 'nope'. Keep this up, it's a good time, and the unfolding events are nice. Tbh if like to see steps taken to stop new powers turning this into a more normal forge fic. Just keep the powers unaware until she stumbles into them and require feeling out i guess?
Chapter 7: Sophia Unmasked
I didn't completely give upon finding out about my shiny new Anti-Matter storage system. Still in the fake timeline I went to open the garage with my remote. This opened into something a lot more sane. A single stall commercial garage with one of those hydraulic lift thingies, and some space to work with. There's a backroom with a stupid amount of car parts I have no idea what to do with, a small indexing desk, and, oh yeah, three rooms down from that is the Anti-Matter control observation room again.
AAAHH!! FUCK ME, IT WENT UP!! Why!! Why me! I can't use this! Nobody can use this! The only cape I ever heard of who tried anything with anti-matter was String Theory, and she's in the fucking bird cage right now. Rightly so too. If this is her workshop I can't show it to anybody, they'd lock me up or kidnap me. If this isn't her workshop then, well, how even the fuck? If everything my power gives me like this connects to the anti-matter room, then I can't show my space to anybody ever. It's just not a risk I can take.
You know what? I'm going to take my Dad's stance on this. Hopefully my power just cycles it out in the near future. The timeline ends about ten minutes after that, and I'm feeling much better. Hahahahaha!
Thursday morning brings with it the lucky lucky gift of rain. I make my move in both timelines. Dad is off to work, and I was left alone with an abundance of sandwich materials and the TV for my exclusive use. I'm going to school today to unmask Sophia. I time my arrival from the public bus system so I arrive in the middle of the period. I'm wearing my never before seen sweatshirt, not wearing my glasses, and the rain has given me an excuse to have an umbrella to shield my face. Hunched over and shielded, I pretend to have some trouble closing my umbrella as I walk past the receptionist.
"Excuse me, young miss?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm late." I'm talking with one of my extra mouths. It has a real butch voice. Turns out I can talk with them with a few hours of practice. "Teach'll take care of it in class." That mollifies her somewhat. Or at least she doesn't call security on me. Out of the coverage of the cameras I start moving towards my target. Get into his locker, and tell the world that Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker. Just like yesterday. Except this is for real, and the butterflies in my stomach just won't quit.
All in all I was able to get her identity out to only one less outlet than yesterday. My nervous thumb typing triggered the incorrect password lockout on that one. This is all I'm willing to risk though, so I log out, wipe the phone down, lock up, wipe the locker down, and leave the school. The place has a few one way side exits, and I'm able to leave with minimal fuss through one of those. Keeping my head down and umbrella forward guarantees my anonymity. Mission successful. Hopefully. Going to have to get rid of this sweatshirt somehow to complete this reverse heist. Once home, I check on PHO to see if it went through and it did. Wasn't really sure of that part, but I guess the school filters don't work on cellular data.
Dad came home early (on time) today. He looks stressed. "So I heard from our lawyer today that Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker. Her identity was leaked. I didn't lie to him by saying we had nothing to do with that, did I?"
"Nope."
The blood drains from his face. "Taylor!"
"Hey! I said I didn't do it!"
"Taylor don't lie to me. You are not good at it. Why would you do something so stupid? Do you even know what the penalty for this is!?" I look to the floor, guilt bringing the bile up my throat. I didn't want him to know about it so he didn't have to lie about it to anybody. I swallow it down.
"Fine! You wanna know about it so bad? In one of Coil's fake timelines I assaulted Sophia! Just to see what would happen. I already knew she was Shadow Stalker so I thought I could get her into trouble by airing it all out in court, or however far it went in the time I had. And you know that other suited bitch at the meeting yesterday? She moved to protect Sophia. She arrested me. But when she thought there was the barest chance it all could get her in trouble she took me out into the woods to fucking murder me! I did what I did to keep myself alive Dad."
"Oh my God, keep yourself alive? Have you considered keeping your head down? Transferring schools? Not committing felonies?"
"Maybe if Sophia didn't almost kill me. Maybe if she didn't have the government behind her. But you said it yourself in the hospital Dad. When I first woke up. Do you think they're really going to stop at just that? Without having experienced any consequences for their actions? Do you really think that?" He looks like he's about to blow his top at that. His face is all red going on purple before he suddenly collapses into the couch.
"Goddamnit, you're right!! You realize you're going to be the prime suspect for all of this, right?"
"None of what I did can be traced back to me."
"That doesn't matter, you have the most to gain here. Prime suspect. How exactly did you do this?"
"Well I went to the school to use some skinhead's phone to plaster it all over the web. I used public access computers to make the accounts." He looks very unimpressed. "What?"
"Taylor you realize there are cameras in your high school, right?"
"My face didn't show up in any of them. And I was in disguise."
"Taylor, a mystery girl in your height on camera isn't any better here." He gets up. "Let's go Taylor, we're going to see our lawyer."
"What? Why?"
"To drill you in the fifth amendment, let's go." I get up to follow him. Nothing good on TV anyways. The ride there was uneventful. Our lawyer was a bit grumpy, but professional once the situation was explained. Thankfully Dad didn't tell him about me unmasking Shadow Stalker. About an hour later I'm almost asleep with Dad asking me questions.
"What do you do when a PRT agent knocks at the door?"
"Call our lawyer."
"If Vista comes to our door with her cute little eyes, and asks you what happened, what are you going to say?"
"Let me call my lawyer."
"And when she asks why you would need a lawyer and if you would want to clear the air with her? Get your side of the story out?"
"Close the door and start dialing."
"Good. Law enforcement can be right dogged assholes when they have you in their sights." From the lawyer this time. "Even if they know you're innocent they won't give up because having to admit they were wrong hurts their image." He hands me some cash. "Here's fifteen bucks. Go get a pizza or something. Me and your Pops have a contract amendment to negotiate." Fine by me. Contract work and legalese are sleep inducing.
AN: Another short one today guys. The next one is an interlude.
Anti-Matter units stored: 243
AAAHH!! FUCK ME, IT WENT UP!! Why!! Why me! I can't use this! Nobody can use this! The only cape I ever heard of who tried anything with anti-matter was String Theory, and she's in the fucking bird cage right now. Rightly so too. If this is her workshop I can't show it to anybody, they'd lock me up or kidnap me. If this isn't her workshop then, well, how even the fuck? If everything my power gives me like this connects to the anti-matter room, then I can't show my space to anybody ever. It's just not a risk I can take.
You know what? I'm going to take my Dad's stance on this. Hopefully my power just cycles it out in the near future. The timeline ends about ten minutes after that, and I'm feeling much better. Hahahahaha!
Thursday morning brings with it the lucky lucky gift of rain. I make my move in both timelines. Dad is off to work, and I was left alone with an abundance of sandwich materials and the TV for my exclusive use. I'm going to school today to unmask Sophia. I time my arrival from the public bus system so I arrive in the middle of the period. I'm wearing my never before seen sweatshirt, not wearing my glasses, and the rain has given me an excuse to have an umbrella to shield my face. Hunched over and shielded, I pretend to have some trouble closing my umbrella as I walk past the receptionist.
"Excuse me, young miss?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'm late." I'm talking with one of my extra mouths. It has a real butch voice. Turns out I can talk with them with a few hours of practice. "Teach'll take care of it in class." That mollifies her somewhat. Or at least she doesn't call security on me. Out of the coverage of the cameras I start moving towards my target. Get into his locker, and tell the world that Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker. Just like yesterday. Except this is for real, and the butterflies in my stomach just won't quit.
All in all I was able to get her identity out to only one less outlet than yesterday. My nervous thumb typing triggered the incorrect password lockout on that one. This is all I'm willing to risk though, so I log out, wipe the phone down, lock up, wipe the locker down, and leave the school. The place has a few one way side exits, and I'm able to leave with minimal fuss through one of those. Keeping my head down and umbrella forward guarantees my anonymity. Mission successful. Hopefully. Going to have to get rid of this sweatshirt somehow to complete this reverse heist. Once home, I check on PHO to see if it went through and it did. Wasn't really sure of that part, but I guess the school filters don't work on cellular data.
Dad came home early (on time) today. He looks stressed. "So I heard from our lawyer today that Sophia Hess is Shadow Stalker. Her identity was leaked. I didn't lie to him by saying we had nothing to do with that, did I?"
"Nope."
The blood drains from his face. "Taylor!"
"Hey! I said I didn't do it!"
"Taylor don't lie to me. You are not good at it. Why would you do something so stupid? Do you even know what the penalty for this is!?" I look to the floor, guilt bringing the bile up my throat. I didn't want him to know about it so he didn't have to lie about it to anybody. I swallow it down.
"Fine! You wanna know about it so bad? In one of Coil's fake timelines I assaulted Sophia! Just to see what would happen. I already knew she was Shadow Stalker so I thought I could get her into trouble by airing it all out in court, or however far it went in the time I had. And you know that other suited bitch at the meeting yesterday? She moved to protect Sophia. She arrested me. But when she thought there was the barest chance it all could get her in trouble she took me out into the woods to fucking murder me! I did what I did to keep myself alive Dad."
"Oh my God, keep yourself alive? Have you considered keeping your head down? Transferring schools? Not committing felonies?"
"Maybe if Sophia didn't almost kill me. Maybe if she didn't have the government behind her. But you said it yourself in the hospital Dad. When I first woke up. Do you think they're really going to stop at just that? Without having experienced any consequences for their actions? Do you really think that?" He looks like he's about to blow his top at that. His face is all red going on purple before he suddenly collapses into the couch.
"Goddamnit, you're right!! You realize you're going to be the prime suspect for all of this, right?"
"None of what I did can be traced back to me."
"That doesn't matter, you have the most to gain here. Prime suspect. How exactly did you do this?"
"Well I went to the school to use some skinhead's phone to plaster it all over the web. I used public access computers to make the accounts." He looks very unimpressed. "What?"
"Taylor you realize there are cameras in your high school, right?"
"My face didn't show up in any of them. And I was in disguise."
"Taylor, a mystery girl in your height on camera isn't any better here." He gets up. "Let's go Taylor, we're going to see our lawyer."
"What? Why?"
"To drill you in the fifth amendment, let's go." I get up to follow him. Nothing good on TV anyways. The ride there was uneventful. Our lawyer was a bit grumpy, but professional once the situation was explained. Thankfully Dad didn't tell him about me unmasking Shadow Stalker. About an hour later I'm almost asleep with Dad asking me questions.
"What do you do when a PRT agent knocks at the door?"
"Call our lawyer."
"If Vista comes to our door with her cute little eyes, and asks you what happened, what are you going to say?"
"Let me call my lawyer."
"And when she asks why you would need a lawyer and if you would want to clear the air with her? Get your side of the story out?"
"Close the door and start dialing."
"Good. Law enforcement can be right dogged assholes when they have you in their sights." From the lawyer this time. "Even if they know you're innocent they won't give up because having to admit they were wrong hurts their image." He hands me some cash. "Here's fifteen bucks. Go get a pizza or something. Me and your Pops have a contract amendment to negotiate." Fine by me. Contract work and legalese are sleep inducing.
AN: Another short one today guys. The next one is an interlude.
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Because she's not a mechanic.
I won't be vetoing any supplies or facilities perks even if she can't use them. There are always skills to get in any future rolls.
Edit: Ninjas! Ninjas everywhere!
While i agree in some manner that Taylor is OOC, she has been using the "fake timelines" to experiment, which could cause her to change, thus becoming like this.
By having vengence in the fake timelines, she stopped fearing them, without fear she became more proactive, etc.
I'm a real sucker for show and not tell. But I gotta say, the real fork in the road here is that Taylor found out Sophia was Shadow Stalker real early.
Not trying to yell at anybody or anything, but because I gotta know. Was that too subtle?