Post 56-Nope
Sendicard
Spreading Smiles
- Location
- New Mexico, USA
- Pronouns
- YouPick
[X] Ask such quettions as are necessary to determine the following:
-[X] Find out how good Butcher would be at dislegging the vampires, and whether he thinks he could disleg the weaker ones without immediately killing them.
-[X] Find out the ease with which forgotten can maintain his surveillance, and how what avenues he has for conveying that information to us at range, if any.
-[X] Find out how large Butcher's effective range is compared to the vampires' sensory range.
-[X] Find out how fast vampires are likely to be in sunlight, relative to us.
-[X] Find out just how problematic sunlight is for vampires.
-[X] Find out whether they are liable to be able to jump, fly, teleport or otherwise traverse ~10m of air.
-[X] Find out if Forgotten is able and willing to bust some holes in a wall or roof from oustide sensory range without just pulping the castle.
[X] (on the off-chance someone pesters you about doing something mission-relevant soon, gently remind them that planning is mission-relevant, especially when assaulting an enemy emplacement while outnumbered and outgunned.)
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"Maybe, for now I need more info."
"Really?" He doesn't even sound condescending, just genuinely surprised. Good, you're not the best judge of character but even you can figure out that means he's not against the idea.
"We're planning a two person attack on a defensive structure, not a Saturday at the zoo. There are no bars to save me from the big scary lion when it suddenly decides it knows how to shoot lasers. So I need to know in advance, not after." You can't tell, but you almost feel like he approves. Strange, every time you've made a joke previously has blown up in your face. Or perhaps the stupid timer on your soul is more serious than he's making it sound, and he doesn't want to hasten it by harming you...
Either way, he's receptive. "Butcher, you use guns, is the firepower on those enough to tear off some legs without immediately killing the vampires?"
He looks... perplexed? His eyes are slightly glazed, as if doing some heavy thinking. Then again, you're actually not sure they're not always glazed. He is dead after-all, do his eyes even-yep, by his new expression they definitely look normal. "That wasn't too hard in life, and the firepower on these is far stronger." he pulls one of his weapons out of nowhere as an example, twirls it once, before it disappears again. Glad to know the pocket dimension appears to work in the living world at-least.
"I suppose the real difficulty will be lining up the proper shots on the weaker ones, or getting opportunity on the stronger ones. Older vampires tend to be quite skilled at reinforcement, so we'll have to catch them by surprise." That's, actually rather informative. It does raise some questions about his prior experiences though.
"Forgotten," your mentor appears to be rather busy doing nothing while staring at the map. Didn't he make it? Why does he care what it looks like? "How does Butcher's range compare to their sensory range?"
He looks like he's contemplating answering you, before he looks to Butcher again, thereby shifting off your question on the poor man.
"If I try to hide my presence, I can probably get within about eight hundred feet before being spotted by their strongest. I am not quite used to the no-recoil thing, but I should be able to make a shot like that given some time. Special target shots like knee capping will be impossible though." Well then, never-mind, maybe Forgotten didn't shift your inquiry onto him out of laziness... Nah, who are you kidding, even if he did know Butcher could estimate their direct sense ranges, he was still being a lazy twit.
"I see." And you do. Eight hundred feet, or two hundred forty something meters, is quiet massive. You suppose asking him to even manage a shot like that with a pistol is expecting a lot, so asking for crippling shots is Forgotten levels of irrational expectations. But then, that doesn't make it any less annoying. Who gave the vampires those kind of senses anyway? How do they sleep? You think they'd wake up from everything, ever.
"It is daylight, if we attack soon, how much can we expect the sun to help us?" You really hope the answer is 'a lot' or any sort of variation.
"Sadly daylight is not holy light, so we can't expect it to do anything massive for us." Well then, that's-"However, we can expect it to slow down their ability to regenerate, and possibly weaken any of their attacks." Huh? "Why?"
"You are aware of how the elements work on the soul correct?"
"Yes." You answer before it even occurs to you that your only teacher so far at all on the subject has been an unreliable monster inside you.
"Then you're aware that darkness is weak to holy. What you're probably unfamiliar with, is that it is equally weak to fire, which the sun's element is. The five elemental compounds of vampire souls are forged in darkness, unlike most creatures which maintain some sort of variation. So the heat from the direct sun is quite damaging to both their magic, and their health."
Huh, wait, compounds? "Why refer to pieces of the soul like chemicals? Were you some sort of chemist in life, Butcher?"
He looks.. sheepish? "No, of course not. That is just how it was explained to me by my sister once." His, sister? Wait, just how aware of the supernatural world was he in life? And better yet, how? Were monsters just standing on street corners handing out pamphlets? Though, you suppose that is a little far, surely he had good reason to be informed of all this. You're not an oblivious person, after-all, you couldn't have actually missed this stuff if it was visible. Then again, this really isn't the time to be thinking about this.
"Will that damage slow them down any, perhaps giving us any sort of speed advantage?" It's a long-shot but, if they use their soul power to reinforce their bodies for their speed, and their power is weakened in light, perhaps?
"Probably not very much, but it should at-least distract them from giving their all to any sort of chase. Though it should be noted that there are woods everywhere around here," he gestures to the literal thousands of trees, "the leaves will offer plenty of shade should they leave their domain."
Damn, that would have been a useful advantage to have. "Since you know a lot about these things, how far can they jump? Is there any way they could travel ten meters or so upwards?"
"In my experience, the stronger ones here could probably clear these trees in a single bound, most of their power being used to reinforce their body's attributes."
"And the weaker ones?"
"I don't really make it a habit of wandering into camps of baby vampires, but I assume ten meters should be manageable" Well that is a bummer... Wait, babies? Forgotten said these signatures were a little weaker than your own, surely they're at-least adults. Perhaps some kind of reference, newly turned perhaps? It isn't like they gave you any real info here.
Done with Butcher for now, you turn to actually focus on Forgotten. "Is there any-way you could keep track of the signatures while we're moving?" He doesn't even bother to open his mouth, place, skull face... hole. Fuck it, mouth. He doesn't even bother to open his mouth, simply nodding his head. "Is there any way you can keep me informed of this info while I-" at that your vision fuzzes real quick, and your balance fails. You feel yourself fall without any sort of resistance, but before you can hit the ground, suddenly, reality comes back into focus and you're still standing on the branch staring at him.
You're about to question what the hell that was about, when you notice a small see through diagram of the fort, very similar to the map in front of you, in the top left of your vision. Red dots and all. Did he just hijack a part of your brain? What a jerk.
You shrug aside your annoyance to make room for more important things. Like possible demolition potential. "In the event that it is needed, would you be willing, or even able, to blow open some holes in the castle from outside their range?" He gives you some kind of lifeless stare. Of course given he is lifeless, you're not sure which one.
"Girl, I am less than a full branch away from you, can you sense me?" You check just to be sure, even knowing the answer, and sure enough your senses come back with a resounding 'no.' For all intensive purposes, he doesn't exist. There is no Forgotten before you, just empty space. "No."
"The answer would be the same if I was standing in front of the head vampire himself." Well, that's good to know, you guess. "So you would be willing to blow open some holes?"
"Willing? Of course. Able? No, I fear my control might be too poor when attempting to handle energy this floor can comprehend."
"Then what about without soul power?" Forgotten looks thoughtful for a moment, before taking hold of one of his floating whips and carefully raising it into the air. A moment later the whip is simply back in its holster, and nothing appears to have changed. Butcher however appears to be choking on something. or, at the very least, is surprised. You can't really comprehend why-whoa. As you turn your vision a little bit to where Butcher is looking, you notice that where before all you could see is green leaves, now, for what looks like miles, there is what can only be described as torn up barren land, not a tree, or piece of grass in sight. In all directions but it, the forest is thriving, and yet. It's just, gone.
"Nope." He says simply, as if that even begins to cover what the fuck just happened.
"Won't that alert the vampires?" You ask, barely even able to think as you gape. "Nope." It is said with such confidence, you can't help but take his word for it.
[]Plan of attack, go!(Let's do it!)
[]Plan of infinite question works(hold hands in information gathering, forever!)
-[X] Find out how good Butcher would be at dislegging the vampires, and whether he thinks he could disleg the weaker ones without immediately killing them.
-[X] Find out the ease with which forgotten can maintain his surveillance, and how what avenues he has for conveying that information to us at range, if any.
-[X] Find out how large Butcher's effective range is compared to the vampires' sensory range.
-[X] Find out how fast vampires are likely to be in sunlight, relative to us.
-[X] Find out just how problematic sunlight is for vampires.
-[X] Find out whether they are liable to be able to jump, fly, teleport or otherwise traverse ~10m of air.
-[X] Find out if Forgotten is able and willing to bust some holes in a wall or roof from oustide sensory range without just pulping the castle.
[X] (on the off-chance someone pesters you about doing something mission-relevant soon, gently remind them that planning is mission-relevant, especially when assaulting an enemy emplacement while outnumbered and outgunned.)
----
"Maybe, for now I need more info."
"Really?" He doesn't even sound condescending, just genuinely surprised. Good, you're not the best judge of character but even you can figure out that means he's not against the idea.
"We're planning a two person attack on a defensive structure, not a Saturday at the zoo. There are no bars to save me from the big scary lion when it suddenly decides it knows how to shoot lasers. So I need to know in advance, not after." You can't tell, but you almost feel like he approves. Strange, every time you've made a joke previously has blown up in your face. Or perhaps the stupid timer on your soul is more serious than he's making it sound, and he doesn't want to hasten it by harming you...
Either way, he's receptive. "Butcher, you use guns, is the firepower on those enough to tear off some legs without immediately killing the vampires?"
He looks... perplexed? His eyes are slightly glazed, as if doing some heavy thinking. Then again, you're actually not sure they're not always glazed. He is dead after-all, do his eyes even-yep, by his new expression they definitely look normal. "That wasn't too hard in life, and the firepower on these is far stronger." he pulls one of his weapons out of nowhere as an example, twirls it once, before it disappears again. Glad to know the pocket dimension appears to work in the living world at-least.
"I suppose the real difficulty will be lining up the proper shots on the weaker ones, or getting opportunity on the stronger ones. Older vampires tend to be quite skilled at reinforcement, so we'll have to catch them by surprise." That's, actually rather informative. It does raise some questions about his prior experiences though.
"Forgotten," your mentor appears to be rather busy doing nothing while staring at the map. Didn't he make it? Why does he care what it looks like? "How does Butcher's range compare to their sensory range?"
He looks like he's contemplating answering you, before he looks to Butcher again, thereby shifting off your question on the poor man.
"If I try to hide my presence, I can probably get within about eight hundred feet before being spotted by their strongest. I am not quite used to the no-recoil thing, but I should be able to make a shot like that given some time. Special target shots like knee capping will be impossible though." Well then, never-mind, maybe Forgotten didn't shift your inquiry onto him out of laziness... Nah, who are you kidding, even if he did know Butcher could estimate their direct sense ranges, he was still being a lazy twit.
"I see." And you do. Eight hundred feet, or two hundred forty something meters, is quiet massive. You suppose asking him to even manage a shot like that with a pistol is expecting a lot, so asking for crippling shots is Forgotten levels of irrational expectations. But then, that doesn't make it any less annoying. Who gave the vampires those kind of senses anyway? How do they sleep? You think they'd wake up from everything, ever.
"It is daylight, if we attack soon, how much can we expect the sun to help us?" You really hope the answer is 'a lot' or any sort of variation.
"Sadly daylight is not holy light, so we can't expect it to do anything massive for us." Well then, that's-"However, we can expect it to slow down their ability to regenerate, and possibly weaken any of their attacks." Huh? "Why?"
"You are aware of how the elements work on the soul correct?"
"Yes." You answer before it even occurs to you that your only teacher so far at all on the subject has been an unreliable monster inside you.
"Then you're aware that darkness is weak to holy. What you're probably unfamiliar with, is that it is equally weak to fire, which the sun's element is. The five elemental compounds of vampire souls are forged in darkness, unlike most creatures which maintain some sort of variation. So the heat from the direct sun is quite damaging to both their magic, and their health."
Huh, wait, compounds? "Why refer to pieces of the soul like chemicals? Were you some sort of chemist in life, Butcher?"
He looks.. sheepish? "No, of course not. That is just how it was explained to me by my sister once." His, sister? Wait, just how aware of the supernatural world was he in life? And better yet, how? Were monsters just standing on street corners handing out pamphlets? Though, you suppose that is a little far, surely he had good reason to be informed of all this. You're not an oblivious person, after-all, you couldn't have actually missed this stuff if it was visible. Then again, this really isn't the time to be thinking about this.
"Will that damage slow them down any, perhaps giving us any sort of speed advantage?" It's a long-shot but, if they use their soul power to reinforce their bodies for their speed, and their power is weakened in light, perhaps?
"Probably not very much, but it should at-least distract them from giving their all to any sort of chase. Though it should be noted that there are woods everywhere around here," he gestures to the literal thousands of trees, "the leaves will offer plenty of shade should they leave their domain."
Damn, that would have been a useful advantage to have. "Since you know a lot about these things, how far can they jump? Is there any way they could travel ten meters or so upwards?"
"In my experience, the stronger ones here could probably clear these trees in a single bound, most of their power being used to reinforce their body's attributes."
"And the weaker ones?"
"I don't really make it a habit of wandering into camps of baby vampires, but I assume ten meters should be manageable" Well that is a bummer... Wait, babies? Forgotten said these signatures were a little weaker than your own, surely they're at-least adults. Perhaps some kind of reference, newly turned perhaps? It isn't like they gave you any real info here.
Done with Butcher for now, you turn to actually focus on Forgotten. "Is there any-way you could keep track of the signatures while we're moving?" He doesn't even bother to open his mouth, place, skull face... hole. Fuck it, mouth. He doesn't even bother to open his mouth, simply nodding his head. "Is there any way you can keep me informed of this info while I-" at that your vision fuzzes real quick, and your balance fails. You feel yourself fall without any sort of resistance, but before you can hit the ground, suddenly, reality comes back into focus and you're still standing on the branch staring at him.
You're about to question what the hell that was about, when you notice a small see through diagram of the fort, very similar to the map in front of you, in the top left of your vision. Red dots and all. Did he just hijack a part of your brain? What a jerk.
You shrug aside your annoyance to make room for more important things. Like possible demolition potential. "In the event that it is needed, would you be willing, or even able, to blow open some holes in the castle from outside their range?" He gives you some kind of lifeless stare. Of course given he is lifeless, you're not sure which one.
"Girl, I am less than a full branch away from you, can you sense me?" You check just to be sure, even knowing the answer, and sure enough your senses come back with a resounding 'no.' For all intensive purposes, he doesn't exist. There is no Forgotten before you, just empty space. "No."
"The answer would be the same if I was standing in front of the head vampire himself." Well, that's good to know, you guess. "So you would be willing to blow open some holes?"
"Willing? Of course. Able? No, I fear my control might be too poor when attempting to handle energy this floor can comprehend."
"Then what about without soul power?" Forgotten looks thoughtful for a moment, before taking hold of one of his floating whips and carefully raising it into the air. A moment later the whip is simply back in its holster, and nothing appears to have changed. Butcher however appears to be choking on something. or, at the very least, is surprised. You can't really comprehend why-whoa. As you turn your vision a little bit to where Butcher is looking, you notice that where before all you could see is green leaves, now, for what looks like miles, there is what can only be described as torn up barren land, not a tree, or piece of grass in sight. In all directions but it, the forest is thriving, and yet. It's just, gone.
"Nope." He says simply, as if that even begins to cover what the fuck just happened.
"Won't that alert the vampires?" You ask, barely even able to think as you gape. "Nope." It is said with such confidence, you can't help but take his word for it.
[]Plan of attack, go!(Let's do it!)
[]Plan of infinite question works(hold hands in information gathering, forever!)
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