You have just entered room "hollerstop."
CGNakibe: Roll Bounce?
Mekta satak kai has entered the room.
DarkLordKelne has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (Mew!)
Mekta satak kai: (Will I lag?)
Mekta satak kai: (Hm. Not so bad for now.)
DarkLordKelne: (Wotcha, all.)
Mekta satak kai: (Kai is grateful.)
Mekta satak kai: (I have something for the lot of you, should RP happen in the next three hours.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Now, time to collect my thoughts...)
Mekta satak kai: ( http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/225123 40/ )
Mekta satak kai: (I am here for another three hours at most. Until then, DO YOUR WORST, GM.)
T3chn0Namagomi has entered the room.
Papa Tymisonn: (... I don't torture my PCs.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Yo, Nama. Ready to have some fun?)
Mekta satak kai: (Well, then... DO YOUR BEST.)
CGNakibe: (Are you okay? BUSTA WOLF!)
Mekta satak kai: (That was somehow less badass and more...inspirational. I retract it.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Sure.)
Papa Tymisonn: (OK, I'm going to set the scene, and you folks will get to CI for a while while I shake the bugs out of my head.)
Mekta satak kai: (Okay...will do!0
Mekta satak kai: *)
Mekta satak kai: (Uh oh. Lag check.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (No lag here.)
CGNakibe: (Hm.)
Mekta satak kai: (I'm having AIM issues. Bear with me, mes amis.)
Mekta satak kai: (I'm having AIM issues. Bear with me, mes amis.)
Mekta satak kai: (I'm having AIM issues. Bear with me, mes amis.)
Mekta satak kai: (About...12 seconds of lag? Something like that. And those duplicates as well.)
CGNakibe: (Triad Attack >:\)
Papa Tymisonn: *it is an oddly warm day for the month of Reshtara. Citizens of Doma are bustling about the square, worrying about Ishmas gifts and such. But still, work goes on for the Guard, especially the one posting the new bounty sheet on...*
Papa Tymisonn: *the bulletin board. The word IMMEDIATE, in big block letters, will catch the passerby's eye*
Papa Tymisonn: *the guard waits there for a moment, hoping the sign will do his invitational work for him. But then, he begins to crouch, to squinch, and then he realizes... WOW does he have to pee!*
CGNakibe: (You SHOULD have gone BEFORE you left. e.e)
Papa Tymisonn: *the sign tells them what to do, he can run out for five minutes and relieve himself...*
Papa Tymisonn: *He'll be right back*
Papa Tymisonn: (CI!)
T3chn0Namagomi: *walking at a leisured pace amongst the hurried Ishmas shoppers is a woman of apparently average height. The first thing one might notice is the silver hair, and those piercing crimson eyes...*
Mekta satak kai: (He should. I always check myself before I leave the guard's station.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *Clad in a brown travelers' coat, a black tunic, and some leather pants and boots, the woman spots the notice posted, and takes a look at it*
Papa Tymisonn: *IMMEDIATE job for those willing*
Papa Tymisonn: *Escaped convict loose. Retrieve as soon as possible*
Papa Tymisonn: *Inquire with guard present for details*
CGNakibe: *meanwhile, a young man in white robes appears, his nose stuck quite well in the book he's reading, entitled "A Treatise on the Theory of Conjuration"*
Papa Tymisonn: *and scrawled under all that in shorthand is "Be right back!"*
Papa Tymisonn: (Off to sort my brain out. Gimme ten.)
Mekta satak kai: *A black-robed young girl with dark blue hair and violet eyes was passing by and noticed a familiar face by the notice board.*
Arch mage144 has entered the room.
Papa Tymisonn: (Yo.)
Mekta satak kai: *A black-robed young girl with dark blue hair and violet eyes was passing by and noticed a familiar face by the notice board.*
Mekta satak kai: *A black-robed young girl with dark blue hair and violet eyes was passing by and noticed a familiar face by the notice board.*
CGNakibe: (Robes are in fashion this Ishmas)
DarkLordKelne: (*Ponders* Let's see, risk paradox by using one of the Sonelles with Zea, or create a new character on the fly?)
Mekta satak kai: (Godddamned lag. Be right back. I'll reinvite myself.)
Mekta satak kai has left the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Unusual. So the prison system here is also faulty. *said in a quiet, almost emotionless voice*
CGNakibe: *accidentally bumps into the woman looking at the notice. He probably should, you know, look up or something* Oh, excuse me... um... *and he does look up. FINALLY* Miss. o.o;;;
Lithaladhwen has entered the room.
CGNakibe: *realizes he's near the notice board* Hmm. <.< *reads*
Lithaladhwen: (Lag check.)
Lithaladhwen: (Good.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *simply gives a bit of a creepy stare at the person who accidentally invaded her personal space before returning to her business*
Lithaladhwen: *decides to check the board herself with a polite nod to Fal*
CGNakibe: *stared at* >.>;;; IM: GEEZ, I SAID I was sorry.
Lithaladhwen: *readjusts the axe on her shoulder as she reads*
CGNakibe: Hm. Wonder what kind of weirdo they've "lost" this time?
T3chn0Namagomi: *nods at Zea before going back to the board*
Lithaladhwen: IM: I think I like her. She's quiet and doesn't bother anyone.
Lithaladhwen: *to the lady* Fal, right?
T3chn0Namagomi: *nods to Zea* That would be correct.
CGNakibe: IM: ... I wonder what General Silvar would say if I skipped a lesson or two today. >.>;;;
DarkLordKelne: *Today, for your viewing pleasure, we present the flamboyantly attired figure of Ortren. A young man who looks like he was dressed by an exploding fashion store.*
CGNakibe: <.<;; IM: Someone call the Fashion Police.
Lithaladhwen: Good to see you again. We didn't talk much last time. You thinking of helping out with this? *gestures to the notice*
DarkLordKelne: *He looks to be somewhere around his late teens, with a somewhat slight build, tanned skin, and a birds' nest of curly brown hair.*
T3chn0Namagomi: ...It gives me something to do, at least.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* Sounds like a good reason to me. I'll probably hang around and see what's going on myself.
DarkLordKelne: *The big word 'immediate' certainly grabs his attention.*
DarkLordKelne: *Wanders over to take a look at the sign*
Papa Tymisonn: *the guardsman STROLLS back to the board, relieved*
Papa Tymisonn: Much bette- oh, crap, there are people.
CGNakibe: <.< Um, excuse me Guardsman...
Papa Tymisonn: Yes?
CGNakibe: What sort of criminal is this that this ad talks about?
Papa Tymisonn: Oh, well, let's see... *takes down the sign, whips out a scroll*
Papa Tymisonn: It.... doesn't say.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Imagine that.
Papa Tymisonn: All it says is that he's extremely dangerous, but is to be taken alive...
DarkLordKelne: Huh. That's strange.
Papa Tymisonn: That's odd. There's usually a lot more here.
CGNakibe: ... that's... weird. o.o
Papa Tymisonn: You folks all in?
DarkLordKelne: Sure. Sounds fun.
Lithaladhwen: Alive? What use is he alive?
CGNakibe: I suppose. >.> Just don't tell the General.
T3chn0Namagomi: *simply nods, looking creepy--her features definitely suggest something other than Doman or Baronian*
Papa Tymisonn: That's just what the scroll says, ma'am. *to Zea*
DarkLordKelne: *Those paying any sort of attention to Ortren will note that he seems perpetually in motion, never standing entirely still.*
Lithaladhwen: I mean, I'm interested, but that seems a little irregular. *shrug* No worries. I'll do it.
Papa Tymisonn: OK, well, uh... what else we got here.
Papa Tymisonn: Ah!
T3chn0Namagomi: *to Zea* I fail to see why he is wanted alive as well, if he is as dangerous as suggested.
DarkLordKelne: Maybe they still want him to answer questions.
Papa Tymisonn: It says that he wields powerful ice magic, and was last sighted in the areas immediately surrounding the castle.
T3chn0Namagomi: This breach of logic aside, I am still interested in this.
CGNakibe: ... Great. ICE magic.
Papa Tymisonn: ... *looks on the back* That's it folks.
CGNakibe: *sighs* Never was my best subject, that.
DarkLordKelne: (Cerene: Man am I glad I didn't come.)
Lithaladhwen: Nor mine. Necromancy and plants are good, though. I've got those covered if we need them.
CGNakibe: Necromancy?
CGNakibe: Not often that I see any of those around.
CGNakibe: >..
DarkLordKelne: And plants? That's an odd combination.
T3chn0Namagomi: T(General): Besides this, I specialize in demonology and marksmanship.
Lithaladhwen: *nods* A lot of them are off trying to take over the world. Personally I wouldn't know what to do with the world if I had it.
Papa Tymisonn: ... you folks going to head out anytime soon? o.o
CGNakibe: Where was this person last seen, anyway?
CGNakibe: I mean, any clues that you have other than they MAY be in the area?
DarkLordKelne: Oh yeah, sure. And what's he look like?
Papa Tymisonn: ... uh...
Lithaladhwen: *to Ortren* The plant magic is for a project of mine.
Papa Tymisonn: There's no description. o.o
CGNakibe: .... that's certainly UNhelpful.
DarkLordKelne: Oh well. We'll just have to ask, then.
Papa Tymisonn: *nods*
DarkLordKelne: 'Excuse me sir, are you a dangerous escaped prisoner?'
Lithaladhwen: Well, if we see someone suspicious walking around in a very small snowstorm, we might have an indication. Otherwise, I guess we'll just do what we can.
Papa Tymisonn: Good luck.
DarkLordKelne: *Sounds perfectly innocent saying this*
CGNakibe: .... Suddenly playing hooky from class seems like a BAD idea.
T3chn0Namagomi: T(Ortren): Nobody would sanely say "yes".
DarkLordKelne: IM: Maybe he's not sane.
T3chn0Namagomi: T(O): The chances of that are slim if he is attempting to escape.
DarkLordKelne: To the castle... vicinity... area.
Lithaladhwen: Let's go. *heads in that direction*
DarkLordKelne: *Sets out.*
CGNakibe: v.v Yeah, I can see where this may suck. *sighs*
CGNakibe: *follows Ortren* IM: Dude really needs to buy a whole new look. >.>
DarkLordKelne: IM: Oh, but he was seen around the castle. Maybe he's planning his elaborate revenge upon the kitchen staff.
T3chn0Namagomi: So be it... *walks along, the recurve bow just barely noticable on the inside of her coat*
CGNakibe: *rolls up his sleeves* Nothing like doing your Civic Duty here in Doma.
CGNakibe: So...
Lithaladhwen: So this is normal? Seems like everyone here is a mercenary.
CGNakibe: I suppose I should ask who you all are?
CGNakibe: Oh, no no. I'm a student.
T3chn0Namagomi: I would not call myself a mercenary.
Lithaladhwen: Well, everyone seems more than willing to hire themselves out. Which I'd call mercenary work.
CGNakibe: I was hoping that I'd have a good excuse to get out of class on my hands here. >.>
DarkLordKelne: Mercenary? *Shakes his head* That's no fun. It's all boredom. Guard this, escort that.
CGNakibe: Hey, its more than that, you know.
CGNakibe: My big brother does mercenary work every now and then. Not too often of late, now that I think about it. 9.9
DarkLordKelne: Bad food and rough accommodation?
Lithaladhwen: I'm trying my hand at it, to see if I like it. I really think I'm not suited for it, but there's no reason not to try.
CGNakibe: That's why you bring your own food. *shrugs*
CGNakibe: or at least TRY to.
DarkLordKelne: Oh. *Nods thoughtfully*
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to be focusing on something different, making unusual hand motions*
Papa Tymisonn: *as you head towards the castle, you notice the houses look less and less shabby, the streets more and more well kept*
Papa Tymisonn: *One could call this the rich part of town*
CGNakibe: *looks at Fal, hoping to see what she's doing* o.o
Lithaladhwen: IM: Now why didn't I move here? Eh. Because people would notice dead neighbors, that's why. I think I'm happier where I am.
CGNakibe: Oh, erm... Sorry. My name's Solis. Pleased to meet you all.
T3chn0Namagomi: *Those who can read auras may be able to note that she is casting a spell of some sort.*
Lithaladhwen: Hi Solis. I'm Zea.
DarkLordKelne: I'm Ortren. *sage nod*
CGNakibe: Hey Zea, Ortren.
Lithaladhwen: And Fal appears to be...busy at the moment.
CGNakibe: *tries to figure out what class of spell she's working on* So I see.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Come forth...Immoral...
NYClark2 has entered the room.
Papa Tymisonn: (Yo.)
CGNakibe: IM: .. a summon? o.o
NYClark2: ( Hi )
CGNakibe: IM: Last time I saw that sort of magic was with miss Dia.
T3chn0Namagomi: *All of a sudden, in front of the group, an unusual sigil appears on the ground*
DarkLordKelne: (That's one heck of a scary spell if it summons Clark.)
Lithaladhwen: IM: Ah. Okay.
DarkLordKelne: *Stops, examining it.*
Lithaladhwen: *likewise examines*
NYClark2: ( Whoa... a spell summoned me? )
T3chn0Namagomi: *Lined with complex runes, the ground upon which the sigil rests blackens, before a flash of light erupts from it*
CGNakibe: *backs up a bit* IM: POWERFUL summon spell, too. >.>
Lithaladhwen: IM: Neat. So neat.
CGNakibe: ... I wish I could do that.o.o
Lithaladhwen: I want to see what she's getting. I have some summoning ability, but not enough for that.
T3chn0Namagomi: *When the light clears, a dog-sized creature stands, covered in some chitinous material. Its four legs end each in a talon, and a tail extends into a nasty-looking blade made of the same material.*
Lithaladhwen: (Lag check.)
DarkLordKelne: (Ship: 'Sup.)
CGNakibe: Never was good at summoning. All I've got is this odd Tarot magic stuff, a bit of Lightning, and that's generally it.
Lithaladhwen: Ah, well that's... Fal! Nice!
T3chn0Namagomi: **The head seems to be built in an alien fashion, with a conic shape, that seems to look like it opens up into three "parts". It sports three eyes, equilaterally distributed across the circumfrence of the head*
DarkLordKelne: *Circles around the creature, viewing it from all angles.*
T3chn0Namagomi: *Anyone examining its aura may note that it has a negative energy alignment...anyone also might note that Fal seems to still be concentrating a bit*
DarkLordKelne: Pointy. *Sage nod*
Lithaladhwen: Fal...nice job.
T3chn0Namagomi: *The truly alien creature seems to make an unusual sound that could be compared to growling, at Fal, but stops in the middle, almost looking as if it were in a trance*
T3chn0Namagomi: ...It is done.
T3chn0Namagomi: *continues alongside "Immoral"*
CGNakibe: ... Kinda creepy-looking. >.>
Lithaladhwen: So, do you always summon this one?
CGNakibe: Eh. *shrugs*
CGNakibe: IM: >.> SCARY!
DarkLordKelne: *Onwards. Giving 'Immoral' a bit of a berth, seemingly without even realising it.*
T3chn0Namagomi: It's the only one I can control at the moment.
Lithaladhwen: Ah! So it's bound to serve you while it's here. That's neat. Is it safe for me to take a closer look at it?
T3chn0Namagomi: These creatures are not particularly fond of the idea of being torn from their home to serve someone.
Lithaladhwen: I bet.
CGNakibe: I can imagine. >.>
T3chn0Namagomi: As a result, I have to subdue their will to mine to control them.
DarkLordKelne: So if it breaks loose it eats your soul? o.o
T3chn0Namagomi: As it has been dominated, it is perfectly safe.
Lithaladhwen: *nod* It's harder when your summons are alive. They have their own minds, generally. Independent minds aren't always agreeable.
Papa Tymisonn: (Everyone roll d20s for Intuition.)
Lithaladhwen: *hunches down to inspect the thing*
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 20-sided die: 14
T3chn0Namagomi: This variety is a carnivore, meaning it prefers to eat flesh. If it broke loose, it would likely prefer to rend me limb from limb before feasting.
OnlineHost: T3chn0Namagomi rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Lithaladhwen: (May I add her INT score?)
CGNakibe: ... so no taking the thing home with the folks. Got it.
OnlineHost: DarkLordKelne rolled 1 20-sided die: 1
Papa Tymisonn: (Nope. Just straight d20s, thanks.)
CGNakibe: (HA HA)
CGNakibe: (... sorry, just HAD to get that out of the system.)
Lithaladhwen: Well, that's just bad manners for a coworker. I assure you I have no intention of rending of feasting on anyone.
Lithaladhwen: *or feasting
T3chn0Namagomi: It is a mere animal in mind. It knows no better.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. *gets up* Interesting though. Thanks for letting me have a look.
Papa Tymisonn: *Zea and Fal definitely see a bit of slush on the ground off to their right. It'd be something Solis would see, but not take real note of.*
DarkLordKelne: *shrugs* It's what it does.
CGNakibe: IM: ... I want to pet it... but its so CREEPY and EVIL> ;_;
Papa Tymisonn: *And Ortren's too scared of Immoral to see a damn thing*
T3chn0Namagomi: ...Unusual.
Lithaladhwen: I guess.
CGNakibe: Huh?
Lithaladhwen: Slushy snow stuff. *points*
CGNakibe: Oh. That. o.o
DarkLordKelne: *Looks* Oh. *shrugs*
T3chn0Namagomi: *her eyes seem to be affixed to the slush on the right* Given that it is nowhere else, it would be safe to assume that the fugitive had left it in an escape or fight.
Lithaladhwen: Could be. Something to keep in mind, at least.
CGNakibe: ... Probably had to use their magic to finish the fight.
CGNakibe: That's a sign at least. Maybe a good sign. o.o
Papa Tymisonn: *there's no other sign of slush about*
Lithaladhwen: Maybe. Should we look around here for more, or should we keep going the way we are?
CGNakibe: (Whoops. >.>;;;)
CGNakibe: Hm.
T3chn0Namagomi: Here would be a good sign.
DarkLordKelne: So, we follow the trail of slush. Except there's no trail. Darn.
CGNakibe: One sec.
CGNakibe: *closes his eyes, and starts to concentrate*
Lithaladhwen: *patiently watches Solis*
CGNakibe: Maybe the guy is in the area. If so.... *tries to see if there's anyone particularly agitated nearby*
Papa Tymisonn: *nope. No agitated folks here. Just well dressed folks with smiles on their faces...*
Lithaladhwen: Any luck?
CGNakibe: Damn. He's not in the area at all, or he's calmer than I thought.
T3chn0Namagomi: *looks for an astral trail, first*
Papa Tymisonn: *aha! there's something very powerful nearby...*
CGNakibe: Was hoping for an emotional signature of some sort.
T3chn0Namagomi: He's a magic user. Logically, he would have an astral signature.
Papa Tymisonn: *it's coming... from the northeast!*
Papa Tymisonn: *but, there's something... off about the signature. Not right*
Papa Tymisonn: *It's similar, but unlike, any you've sensed before*
Lithaladhwen: An interesting idea. *checks with Fal for astral stuff*
CGNakibe: That's a tad TOO logical, I'd think.
CGNakibe: Too many magic users in Doma of decent power.
T3chn0Namagomi: *faces in that direction, and attempts a mind-reading of people in that direction.*
DarkLordKelne: *Keeps on along the path they were following, idly looking at his surroundings*
CGNakibe: ... ah. Now THERE'S a thought.
Papa Tymisonn: (Roll for it. d20.)
CGNakibe: *sees if he can help Fal any*
OnlineHost: T3chn0Namagomi rolled 1 20-sided die: 2
CGNakibe: (Want me to roll too, Cha?)
Papa Tymisonn: (Yup.)
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 20-sided die: 20
Lithaladhwen: (Lag check.)
CGNakibe: (*HIPTHRUST*)
Lithaladhwen: (I may have to re-login since I can't seem to open up or see other AIM windows.)
Papa Tymisonn: *Fal can't get a single tone to sound in her head, but Solis gets a LOAD of chatter*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Hm. Too far away..
CGNakibe: UGH... *rubs his forehead* >.<
CGNakibe: *tries to sort through this MESS in his head*
Papa Tymisonn: *what to get her father for Ishmas... the noisy drainage pipes are just so unappealing in an area like this...*
Papa Tymisonn: *and... FEAR. A lot, a lot of fear from a single mind.*
CGNakibe: Dammit. I KNEW there was a reason I didn't like mindreading anymore.... wait....
CGNakibe: *tries to examine this mind closer*
CGNakibe: IM: Hello... and lets see what YOU'RE afraid of.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to hear live people in my head. That would either be a lot more convenient or vastly less so.
Papa Tymisonn: (Wait. Are you trying to unlock this person's greatest fear?)
T3chn0Namagomi: (No. Just trying to see why he's afraid, I think.)
NYClark2: ( Just their present fear, most likely )
CGNakibe: (Heck no, Cha. Just wanna see what this person is afraid of NOW.)
NYClark2: ( Maybe his tenth or so greatest fear instead. )
Papa Tymisonn: *Solis sees... men. Frightening, horrible, disfigured men, standing above... you? the criminal?... and their intentions are not good*
CGNakibe: (BEWARE OF EVIL OTTO!)
CGNakibe: Ewww... *Escapes the mind!*
Lithaladhwen: (Okay, this is weird. The only person I can't IM is Brian.)
CGNakibe: Ah, well. At least I've got something. >.>
CGNakibe: That way *points*
Lithaladhwen: Okay, then.
T3chn0Namagomi: Then that way it will be.
DarkLordKelne: *That way, ho!*
CGNakibe: Some days I regret learning any mentalist bullshit. >.>
Lithaladhwen: See something you didn't like?
CGNakibe: *strides forwards into unknown*
T3chn0Namagomi: *walks in that direction, not seeming to care that she's beside some weird creature summoned straight from hell.*
CGNakibe: ... he dropped the soap.
Lithaladhwen: ...Sounds ...about right.
Lithaladhwen: I've never been a fan of having anyone else in my head, so I can see where you're coming from on that.
CGNakibe: Eh. I was taught that there's two reasons you don't use mentalist powers often.
Papa Tymisonn: *it seems you've headed straight down a drainage alley... pipes from houses around you are draining here, spilling into the sewer system-
CGNakibe: The first of which is exactly that. SOME things you'd rather not see.
Lithaladhwen: *goes that way as well, not seeming to care that they're all beside some weird creature summoned straight from...well, probably Zea's home plane, but you get the idea.*
T3chn0Namagomi: Unusual. *having gleaned the image from Solis' mind*
Lithaladhwen: And...*looks around* and the second?
T3chn0Namagomi: *looking around*
CGNakibe: ... ever been in a room when everyone's talking all at once very loudly?
CGNakibe: Imagine that in your head... and not being able to EVER turn it off.
Lithaladhwen: *laughs* I don't have to, but thanks.
Papa Tymisonn: (d20s for Int.)
DarkLordKelne: That'd suck.
Lithaladhwen: Remind me to tell you about that some other time.
OnlineHost: T3chn0Namagomi rolled 1 20-sided die: 3
CGNakibe: After that, privacy.
OnlineHost: Lithaladhwen rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
OnlineHost: DarkLordKelne rolled 1 20-sided die: 19
Lithaladhwen: IM: I've spent enough time with a head full of screaming crying pleading dead people to know EXACTLY how you feel, Solis.
Papa Tymisonn: *Fal sees that one of the drain pipes is frozen shut*
Lithaladhwen: IM: Not fun. Poor guy. Hope it doesn't happen all that often.
Papa Tymisonn: *as does Ortren! Good for him!*
DarkLordKelne: Huh. *examines the pipe*
CGNakibe: I'm sure the guy is around here somewhere.
Papa Tymisonn: *it only drips because of the warmth...*
Lithaladhwen: What do you see, Ortren?
DarkLordKelne: More icy goodness. Or badness, depending.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: We are clearly on his trail. He seems to have used more of his power here.
Lithaladhwen: Ah.
CGNakibe: Hm.
DarkLordKelne: *Looks about for any further signs of ice.*
Papa Tymisonn: *this is the only one... but it is a bit colder here than in the surrounding area...*
T3chn0Namagomi: *looks for that strong aura, which she is sure is the cause of these formations*
DarkLordKelne: Getting a bit chilly.
CGNakibe: So, Zea. What do you do on a day that you aren't looking for escaped convicts, eh?
Papa Tymisonn: *... there's something almost directly above you.*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, um. Experiments. Letters to my mom. That kind of thing. You?
CGNakibe: Eh. Mostly study these days. I have parents, but I haven't seen em in years now. Complications and stuff. *shrugs*
Lithaladhwen: (Lag check.)
Lithaladhwen: Seems like there are always complications, huh?
CGNakibe: Always are, yeah.
CGNakibe: Mentor says I'm not far from completing my studies... but I'm honestly not sure what I'm gonna do when I'm done.
Lithaladhwen: I have the same problem. I'm having a midlife crisis at sixteen. I guess that means I won't live very long, will I? *smirk*
Papa Tymisonn: (... the perfect time for Doug to go AFK.)
Lithaladhwen: (Is this something above us something we could all potentially notice?)
T3chn0Namagomi: *checks in that direction*
Papa Tymisonn: (Nope.)
DarkLordKelne: Must be an early life crisis.
CGNakibe: Heh. Either that or you'll live long enough to have one at each stage of life, right?
Papa Tymisonn: *you can't see it, but whatever it is is definitely up there*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, Reshtaha. I hope not. I don't think I could handle that many. I'd lose it. *chuckle*
T3chn0Namagomi: It would seem that...at least its aura is here.
CGNakibe: Hn.
CGNakibe: *a deck of tarot cards slips silently from a sleeve into Solis' hand*
T3chn0Namagomi: *checking the position of the aura, readies her bow, pulling out an arrow*
Lithaladhwen: Its aura? What about the rest of it?
CGNakibe: I suppose next we have the test portion of this game.
T3chn0Namagomi: I am guessing that it is invisible, for the most part.
DarkLordKelne: *Looks upwards, then starts gaguing the wall for climbability.*
CGNakibe: Invisible, eh?
Papa Tymisonn: *this is a drainage ALLEY, folks*
Lithaladhwen: That explains the lack of a description, doesn't it?
DarkLordKelne: *Plenty of drainpipes to climb, then.*
Papa Tymisonn: *exactly*
Lithaladhwen: (I have never seen a drainage alley. I guess I've just never lived in the right part of town.)
DarkLordKelne: *And up he goes. He seems to be rather good at the whole climbing thing.*
Papa Tymisonn: (Just an alley with a lot of drainpipes, dear.)
T3chn0Namagomi: It indeed would. *takes an arrow, and aims up toward the aura*
Papa Tymisonn: *and, at the top, sits...*
Papa Tymisonn: *a snowman?*
Lithaladhwen: (The drainpipes where I live are in the ground.)
CGNakibe: *Solis, however, seems to be horrible at climbing the pipes... scrabbling for a good grip the whole while*
DarkLordKelne: o.o Weird.
Lithaladhwen: (Or inside walls.)
CGNakibe: (Same here for the most part.)
Papa Tymisonn: *and... it jerks in fear at Ortren's approach*
DarkLordKelne: *Pulls himself over the rim and wanders over to take a closer look*
DarkLordKelne: *Stops* Um, hi?
Lithaladhwen: *climbs up as well, her axe over one shoulder as usual*
T3chn0Namagomi: *Un-aims...and almost as if on cue, Immoral starts climbing the pipes, the sound of claws into the metal being heard...Fal seems to grab hold of the creature as it climbs, getting a "free ride" from it**
Lithaladhwen: What in the...that's a snowman.
Papa Tymisonn: O.O! No! Don't take me back! *says the large, all snow (no stick arms) creature, who then drops the arm Fal holds onto, and jumps off the roof*
CGNakibe: *finally scales the wall, huffing and puffing at the top*
T3chn0Namagomi: (Fal is holding onto Immoral. XP)
CGNakibe: (Cha, Fal was riding Immoral.)
DarkLordKelne: Hey, wait!
CGNakibe: What'd... I... Miss *huff puff*
T3chn0Namagomi: *The beast reaches the top with 1x Fal in tow*
Papa Tymisonn: (Whoops.)
Lithaladhwen: Oh, well. That's nice. Roof-jumping snowman. We are following... a snowman.
DarkLordKelne: *Hurries over to the edge and looks over*
Papa Tymisonn: (He still jumps off the roof.)
Lithaladhwen: *looks over the edge*
T3chn0Namagomi: ...*looks over the edge for a mobile snowman*
Papa Tymisonn: *and now is running down the alley towards the main road*
DarkLordKelne: Doesn't seem that dangerous.
T3chn0Namagomi: *Again as if on cue...Immoral seems to jump, chasing the snowman*
CGNakibe: Snowman?
CGNakibe: Greeeat.
Lithaladhwen: I...can't follow that thing off the roof. It jumped.
T3chn0Namagomi: I don't need to...
Papa Tymisonn: No!
CGNakibe: ...*mumble mutter* Knew I should've learned Levitation. e.e;;
DarkLordKelne: *Gauges the distance for a jump off the side of the roof*
Papa Tymisonn: (roll d20, dougy.)
OnlineHost: T3chn0Namagomi rolled 1 20-sided die: 12
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 6-sided die: 3
OnlineHost: Papa Tymisonn rolled 1 20-sided die: 18
Papa Tymisonn: *the ice man keeps his distance*
DarkLordKelne: *Failing the option for a safe jump, he'll climb down and give chase.*
T3chn0Namagomi: *At the same time, Fal readies a couple of shots...aiming for in front of the snowman*
Lithaladhwen: *follows Ortren*
CGNakibe: *climbs down... SLOWLY this time*
Papa Tymisonn: *that's for the best*
CGNakibe: I can see... this... is gonna... suck.
T3chn0Namagomi: *A traditional scare tactic, of course*
Papa Tymisonn: (... d10s, Doug. For both shots)
Lithaladhwen: *looks up to Solis* You're getting that, too huh?
OnlineHost: T3chn0Namagomi rolled 2 10-sided dice: 9 4
CGNakibe: *stops in the middle of climbing* You know what? Screw this.
Papa Tymisonn: *one hits, one misses*
Papa Tymisonn: *their mark, that is*
Lithaladhwen: Not in for all the climbing? *offers him a hand* At least come down to the ground.
CGNakibe: *chants* Powers before the angels fall, please do heed my plaintive call... Chariot of power and might, steal their speed and dull their sight...
CGNakibe: *casts spell hoping to slow the snowman down* e.e
Papa Tymisonn: (d20.)
OnlineHost: CGNakibe rolled 1 20-sided die: 5
CGNakibe: *a card in his hand depicting a war chariot in the midst of battle glows*
Papa Tymisonn: *it looked there for a moment that he slowed down, but he quickly regained his momentum, and was unphased by the arrows*
CGNakibe: ... Great. *continues climbing down*
DarkLordKelne: *After it!*
Lithaladhwen: (They're outside on paved streets right? No tree landscaping or anything in yards?)
Papa Tymisonn: (Nein. Sorry.)
CGNakibe: See, now I'm pisse.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: This will have to be solved directly, then.
CGNakibe: *pissed*
CGNakibe: *when he finally hits the bottom of the alley, Solis rolls up his baggy sleeves*
Lithaladhwen: If there were any actual plants I might be more use slowing it down.
CGNakibe: Like HELL I'm going to keep running after this guy. e.e
T3chn0Namagomi: Why bother? Immoral is doing it for us as we speak.
Lithaladhwen: Well... *indecisive lip-chewing*
CGNakibe: Because I've got a good aim right here.
DarkLordKelne: Yeah, but he'll just tear it to pieces or something.
T3chn0Namagomi: You put too little faith in me.
Papa Tymisonn: *and the snow fellow heads down an alley to the left*
T3chn0Namagomi: *has Immoral still chase it*
DarkLordKelne: *Doing a bit of chasing himself.*
Papa Tymisonn: *it's a dead end*
CGNakibe: (can Solis still see him?)
Lithaladhwen: I don't know that I'll be that much help chasing what looks like some kind of construct. But I do want to talk to it. *hands her axe to Solis* Take this. I'll be back.
Lithaladhwen: *follows after the snowman*
Papa Tymisonn: (Font. And no.) *the snow man is quivering in the corner, frightened out of his wits*
CGNakibe: *holds axe* Eh? *follows*
Lithaladhwen: *reaches the alley, unarmed*
T3chn0Namagomi: *And Immoral attempts to...pounce on the snowman...but do no more than take him down*
CGNakibe: *reaches the alley eventually, armed with a weapon he can't use*
T3chn0Namagomi: *is there a high spot near the alley?*
CGNakibe: *can the Snowman be seen now?*
Papa Tymisonn: *was crouching in the fetal position anyways... there's no need to take him down*
T3chn0Namagomi: *That's accessible by Fal alone?*
Lithaladhwen: *to the snowman* Hey. That thing's not allowed to hurt you. Who the hell are you?
Papa Tymisonn: ... four... tee... v_v
Papa Tymisonn: 4T.
CGNakibe: .... what sort of a name is that? o.O;
Papa Tymisonn: It's what they called me...
DarkLordKelne: Who? o.o
Papa Tymisonn: *Solis can see him now* ... them...
CGNakibe: *stays a healthy distance back. You know, just in case*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, Solis. Thanks for carrying that. You can just set it down if you want.
DarkLordKelne: IM: Really doesn't seem dangerous.
CGNakibe: Sure Sure. *sets it down gently nearby Zea*
Lithaladhwen: *to 4T* Well... do you know who they are? Or do you just not want to talk about them?
CGNakibe: T to Zea: ... and this guy's a dangerous criminal? >.>
Papa Tymisonn: I... I... I don't know... they... were there...
Lithaladhwen: IM: I think we've been lied to. I'm hoping we have been, actually. If they lied I don't have to finish the job. I feel a little sorry for it.
Papa Tymisonn: I open my eyes, and they're there... I close them and they're there...
Papa Tymisonn: o.o They're always there...
Lithaladhwen: Are they here now?
Lithaladhwen: Are they here now?
Lithaladhwen: (oops. duplicate.)
Papa Tymisonn: No... but... they're always there...
Papa Tymisonn: In my eyes...
Lithaladhwen: (ignore that second one.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *having slid down the pipe, Fal goes to the scene, still keeping a distance while having her bow ready.*
Lithaladhwen: In...your eyes. Why are they after you? You seem smart enough to me. You have to have some idea what they want.
Papa Tymisonn: ... to hurt? ... to... no...
CGNakibe: T: Lied, huh? Lovely. If that's true then I'll have to see if I can call my mentor.
Papa Tymisonn: To use me... for the wars. The fights. Ones they won't send men to, nope... o.o
Lithaladhwen: IM: Well, think of it this way. If they were telling the truth, we made a deal. Though if not... they voided the whole thing from the start.
CGNakibe: (Snowball war!)
T3chn0Namagomi: *attempts to read the guy's mind to get a better idea of the situation*
Lithaladhwen: We heard you're very dangerous. Is that true?
CGNakibe: T: Not quite what I mean. This sort of thing is bad for Doma and stuff. I think my mentor would like to hear of it.
Lithaladhwen: IM: Who's your mentor?
DarkLordKelne: *Shakes his head* IM: This isn't good at all.
Papa Tymisonn: Don't like to hurt... hurts bad...
CGNakibe: T: Currently General Silvar. Assuming... err... He isn't pissed at me for running off today. >.>;;
Papa Tymisonn: *you get about what Solis got the last time... this guy was not filled in on the details...*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: It seems to have a basic understanding of morality
Lithaladhwen: IM: I know that name, I think. Anyway... I'm not sure what we should do. Ideas?
Lithaladhwen: Okay, so you don't want to hurt people. But you can, and that's what they want, isn't it?
Lithaladhwen: IM: Maybe we should kill it.
CGNakibe: T: ... not so sure about that. >:|
CGNakibe: T(General): Anyone else think this whole thing is odd?
Papa Tymisonn: But I don't want... what they want...
DarkLordKelne: IM: What's going to happen to it when the weather heats up?
Papa Tymisonn: They're bad... bad bad bad.
Papa Tymisonn: 4T... I... I'm not like them.
Lithaladhwen: That's okay. I understand. They're bad and you don't want to help them, right?
Papa Tymisonn: *calming down...*
Papa Tymisonn: No...
Lithaladhwen: So what are you going to do? You can't just hide in the city.
T3chn0Namagomi: T(General): It seems to be unusual. However, I would like to hear more about this "they" he keeps talking about.
Papa Tymisonn: ... o.o I could stop them.
T3chn0Namagomi: T(General): This...intrigues me, so to say.
Lithaladhwen: IM: If there's nowhere else it can go I'm leaning towards killing it, honestly.
CGNakibe: Stop them from doing what? o.o
T3chn0Namagomi: T(Snowman): Who are..."they"?
Papa Tymisonn: From... being bad. Doing bad to others.
Lithaladhwen: But it gets hot here. And people live here. You can't stay here forever.
Papa Tymisonn: >.< Don't know... stop that... hurts...
DarkLordKelne: IM: Why did the guard put up notices? You'd think they'd keep this under wraps...
Papa Tymisonn: ... can stop them... they do bad things... hurt me.
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to be listening, slightly intrigued in this*
Papa Tymisonn: ... will you help?
Lithaladhwen: (Back. Sorry.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (AFK for a sec)
Lithaladhwen: (Someone is really going to have to send me a log so I can read this all in one piece.)
CGNakibe: (Will-do)
Lithaladhwen: (Because this is just crazy.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway.)
Lithaladhwen: (I think I have to re-enter something.
Lithaladhwen: *)
CGNakibe: T to Fel : This "they" he keeps talking about doesn't exactly fill me with joy either.
Lithaladhwen: Solis, may I speak with you privately for a moment?
CGNakibe: Sure. o.o
DarkLordKelne: I'm not sure how much we can help.
Lithaladhwen: *pulls him aside* At this point I understand that this creature is probably no danger to anyone.
Papa Tymisonn: ... can't do it on my own...
CGNakibe: Yeah. I don't really like the idea of killing him because he'd be hard to hide, though. >.>
Lithaladhwen: It can't stay in Doma forever. The spring and summer here will slowly kill it even if 'they' don't.
CGNakibe: ... true.
Lithaladhwen: It's probably going to die anyway.
DarkLordKelne: I mean, we can't just up and attack these people.
CGNakibe: If it stays here till summer, at least.
Papa Tymisonn: Yes you can!
Papa Tymisonn: There are others to help!
Lithaladhwen: Plus, we've been told to bring it back alive. They want it that way for a reason, and they're dangerous. We could take their unwilling weapon away from them.
CGNakibe: Either way the General would definitely like to know about this "They".
DarkLordKelne: What we should do is talk to the people higher up. I mean, they can't all be corrupt, right?
CGNakibe: At the very least that means there would be something DONE about them regardless of what we do with Frosty here.
Papa Tymisonn: ... *says nothing at this*
Lithaladhwen: Probably he would. You'd be the one to know that.
Lithaladhwen: *w* At any rate, there's a very real possibility that the best thing we can do for 4T is kill him.
CGNakibe: ... just hope he isn't swamped with work...
DarkLordKelne: (Hak: What's that? An excuse to skip work? I'll be right there.)
CGNakibe: *tries to contact Hakaril... assuming he's even awake... or in the mood... or any number of crazy extraneous things*
Lithaladhwen: (Lag check.)
T3chn0Namagomi: T(Zea) It is indeed a possibility. I am unsure as to what is the logical best route, as the facts have not been completely given just yet. It is indeed true that he will likely die come the spring thaw--so regardless, he will die.
T3chn0Namagomi: T(Zea) It would only be a matter of when.
NYClark2: ( He could always move up north, like Frosty did. )
Arch mage144: (I am needed?)
Lithaladhwen: IM: Someone had to bring it up.
CGNakibe: (Perhaps you are, Brian!)
Arch mage144: (Contact away. )
CGNakibe: T: Umm.. General Silvar... Hakaril...?
Arch mage144: *currently at his desk, working on Kazeros knows what*
Arch mage144: ...voice in my...
Arch mage144: IM: WHO ARE YOU!?
CGNakibe: T: Oh... umm. Sorry. ^_^;; Its Solis, sir.
Papa Tymisonn: (I forgot he didn't like that.)
CGNakibe: (I didn't! :D!)
T3chn0Namagomi: (That's another commonality with Kamos! :D!)
CGNakibe: (ARRRGH!!!! its IN MY HEAD!!)
Lithaladhwen: (Lots of people don't like it.)
CGNakibe: (Can't imagine why.)
Lithaladhwen: (Lag check.)
CGNakibe: IM: ... at least I caught him while he was at WORK and not.. .err... elsewhere this time..
Lithaladhwen: (11 seconds.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (XD)
Lithaladhwen: (Be right back.)
Arch mage144: IM: Oh.
T3chn0Namagomi: (...The goddamn LJ entry.)
DarkLordKelne: We can find a place to hide you while we sort this out, maybe.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Shaun knows what I am talking about.)
Arch mage144: IM: ...what do you want, Solis?
CGNakibe: T: I've.. err.. run into a bit of a problem here, sir. ^^;; It involves this sort of.. err.. snowman-thing.
CGNakibe: T: I followed these mercenaries trying to catch him, since we were TOLD that he was an escaped prisoner.
CGNakibe: T: Seems mostly harmless, though, and he keeps talking about some sort of "They". Oh, and he's probably hot here too.
Lithaladhwen has left the room.
CGNakibe: T: Figured you'd have a better idea of what to do with him or who this mystery group would he than I've got.
Lithaladhwen has entered the room.
CGNakibe: (WB)
Arch mage144: IM: Hold on a minute. Escaped snowman? Prisoner? Snowman?
CGNakibe: (Lag any better?)
Lithaladhwen: (I think I'm okay. Lag check.)
CGNakibe: T: All in that order, yes sir.
Lithaladhwen: (Good.)
Lithaladhwen: (Someone IM me what I missed?)
CGNakibe: T: It calls itself 4T. o.o
Arch mage144: IM: I see.
T3chn0Namagomi: *by now, Immoral has walked away from 4T, laying down. Fal has decided to sit by it...stroking its back?*
Lithaladhwen: (Thanks, Shaun.)
Arch mage144: IM: And you want me to help you? What do you think I can do, grant asylum to a snowman?
Arch mage144: IM: Who was holding him prisoner?
Lithaladhwen: IM: So much fucking telepathy. I fail to see what's wrong with talking so people can hear you.
Lithaladhwen: *to 4T* We're going to figure something out, all right?
CGNakibe: T: Actually no. And the offer claimed that it was Doma that was holding this snowman. Just that I was wondering if these are just people using the Guard's name to do what they want.
Arch mage144: IM: *image of Hakaril facepalming*
Papa Tymisonn: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: Are you okay?
Arch mage144: IM: Last I checked, we didn't have any snowmen in our prison.
Papa Tymisonn: Warm... but I'm going to be OK...
Lithaladhwen: Was it colder where they kept you, then?
CGNakibe: T: I figured as much, sir.
Papa Tymisonn: *nods*
Lithaladhwen: Okay. I can understand why you wouldn't be comfortable out here, then.
Papa Tymisonn: The only nice part... the temperature was always just right...
CGNakibe: (Hakaril: You woke me up for THAT?!?)
Lithaladhwen: *nod*
Lithaladhwen: *nod*
Arch mage144: IM: That's it? You just wanted to know if I had any snowmen in the dungeon?
Lithaladhwen: (uh oh. duplicate.)
CGNakibe: T: Well, sir, there was always the off chance you'd know someplace to send one too. ^^;;; Either that or know what sorts of mages would be interested in fighting wars with snowmen.
Lithaladhwen: Where were you planning on going? Did you have anyplace in mind?
CGNakibe: T: Why you'd want a sentient snowman to do most stuff I don't get anyway. 9.9;;;
Arch mage144: IM: The north pole.
Papa Tymisonn: Anywhere was better than there...
Papa Tymisonn: They were... trying to make me better...
CGNakibe: T: Thank you sir. And sorry for disturbing you.
Papa Tymisonn: Not melt...
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Inconspicuity around this time of the year. After all, who'd suspect a snowman?
DarkLordKelne: *Nods* Maybe you could show us where 'there' was? You wouldn't have to get close or anything.
Papa Tymisonn: They said I was a mistake. o.o
Arch mage144: IM: It's fine, Solis.
Lithaladhwen: A mistake? Well, that's rude of them.
Papa Tymisonn: ... you mean you'll help me? o.o
Lithaladhwen: There are a few places colder than this one, but I don't know how you'd get there.
Papa Tymisonn: You'll help me stop them?
DarkLordKelne: (Kelne: I'm telling you, that snowman's up to something. Griff: Suuuure it is.)
CGNakibe: *w to Zea* He said that no, Doma isn't holding any snowmen in its prisons, and he suggests the North Pole would be cold enough for 4T here.
CGNakibe: (Door: >.> Griff's just scared of the snowman.)
DarkLordKelne: *Looks around for a consensus from the others*
Lithaladhwen: *w to Solis* The...why the North Pole? There have to be other cold places here. Send him to Valth for heaven's sake.
Arch mage144: *it should occur to Solis that Hak was being a bit facetious*
T3chn0Namagomi: ...I have doubts that Valth would let it in. The place is rather xenophobic.
CGNakibe: That was probably because of the bad mood being contacted like that puts him in. ^^;;;
CGNakibe: Valthi are weird anyway. *nod nod*
Lithaladhwen: Well, yes. But you get my point. It's xenophobic and cold.
Lithaladhwen: *strange, half-offended look at Solis* Maybe.
DarkLordKelne: Let's just see where these people are and figure out where to go from there.
Arch mage144: (Valthi media censored "Frosty the Snowman" and replaced the popular ice-creature with a more patriotic Valthi corporate soldier armed with a shotgun)
Arch mage144: (Valthi children now fear snow days)
Lithaladhwen: (XD)
T3chn0Namagomi: (:D!)
DarkLordKelne: (Hah!)
CGNakibe: (Heh!)
CGNakibe: <.<;;; IM: Oops.
Papa Tymisonn: *stands*
CGNakibe: Sorry, just that the ones I've met have all been pretty odd.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He could easily be right. They probably are. Maybe that's why Mom likes him so much.
Lithaladhwen: IM: He could easily be right. They probably are. Maybe that's why Mom likes him so much.
Papa Tymisonn: Can you please come?
Lithaladhwen: (duplicate after lag! I love this aim.)
DarkLordKelne: Alright.
Lithaladhwen: No, you're probably right. I've got weird sources on Valthi, so I have to take it with a grain of salt.
CGNakibe: Hm.
T3chn0Namagomi: ...I have nothing else today. Unless there would be a logical reason to take another course of action, I see no objection to going.
Papa Tymisonn: ^_^ OK.
Papa Tymisonn: *heads off, in the direction of the castle*
Lithaladhwen: *follows*
T3chn0Namagomi: *follows, alongside Immoral*
DarkLordKelne: *To the castle.*
Papa Tymisonn: *but, not the main gates... towards the back...*
CGNakibe: *to the castle!*
Lithaladhwen: *to the castle!*
T3chn0Namagomi: *Let us not go to Camelot, 'tis a silly place..err, I mean, to the castle!*
Papa Tymisonn: *goes to a specific part of the wall*
DarkLordKelne: IM: I wouldn't want to just barge in. I hear there are many guards in the castle.
CGNakibe: (Most of which are in the guardhouse, contrary to popular belief)
Papa Tymisonn: ... *presses a brick*
CGNakibe: o.o INteresting.
Papa Tymisonn: *but, his hand mushes against the wall*
Lithaladhwen: *observes brick action* Want help?
T3chn0Namagomi: ...
Papa Tymisonn: Please.
T3chn0Namagomi: *Immoral presses the brick with its tail*
Lithaladhwen: Thanks, Fal.
Papa Tymisonn: *and, a panel of stones flips open on the wall*
T3chn0Namagomi: *simply nods*
CGNakibe: Yeah, thanks.
Papa Tymisonn: *a lit hallway is within*
Lithaladhwen: Well, entrances are good. Those help.
Lithaladhwen: *checks it out*
DarkLordKelne: *Heads in, cautiously* IM: A little more knowledge can't hurt...
CGNakibe: Odd finding one HERE, of all places. >.>
T3chn0Namagomi: *lets Immoral go before her, just in case something is there*
T3chn0Namagomi: I will have to agree.
Papa Tymisonn: *it spirals downward, after a little while...*
Papa Tymisonn: *4T cowers at the torches*
DarkLordKelne: IM: I wonder how deep this goes...
CGNakibe: (Take the blue pill! The BLUE PILL!)
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: This is interesting, so to speak. The guards must be really incompetent to let another group build something like this right under the castle.
Lithaladhwen: Well, let's go. *walks ahead, up by Immoral*
CGNakibe: *w to Zea* Ironically, either way things go our job is done. o.o
Lithaladhwen: IM: This is weird. Never been to the castle and this is a strange visit.
Lithaladhwen: *smirks to Solis* Pretty much.
Papa Tymisonn: *at the bottom is a well lit room*
T3chn0Namagomi: *checks things on the astral side around here again*
Papa Tymisonn: *a mishmash. fire here, lightning there, astral another place... but all very weak or barely even there...*
Papa Tymisonn: (brb.)
NYClark2: ( Someone was making a magic stew. )
Lithaladhwen: (I...totally have ten minutes. If I leave suddenly, that's why.)
CGNakibe: (Mew.)
DarkLordKelne: (Rightho.)
Papa Tymisonn: (That sucked. Had to do dishes.)
NYClark2: ( Early day tomorrow? )
T3chn0Namagomi: (Parents.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Back to work, kids.)
Lithaladhwen: (No, Clark. For the ten thousandth time, this isn't my computer.)
Lithaladhwen: (Lag test.)
DarkLordKelne: *Looks about the room*
Papa Tymisonn: *in the room is a bunch of cages, most with some odd creature inside*
CGNakibe: *stares quite openly at the variety of oddity arrayed before him*
T3chn0Namagomi: *looks around at the freakshow--err, creatures, I meant. Yeah, creatures.*
DarkLordKelne: *Shakes his head* IM: Horrible place.
Lithaladhwen: Wow.
Papa Tymisonn: *and more than half those creatures are dead*
CGNakibe: Um... yeah. This is a comforting place. >.>;;;
Papa Tymisonn: *at the centre, three men stand over... some table...*
Lithaladhwen: <_< IM: I wonder if I could borrow any of these.
CGNakibe: Kinda like the average cemetary.
DarkLordKelne: *Goes with the direct approach and starts opening cages*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Interesting...well, someone seems ready to do stuff...
Papa Tymisonn: *one man notes the party*
Lithaladhwen: *snaps her fingers at the guys over the table* Hey you. Are you the nebulous 'them?'
Papa Tymisonn: Hey! Get out of there, you...
Papa Tymisonn: ... *sees 4T*
T3chn0Namagomi: T(4T):So...would this be "them"?
Papa Tymisonn: Oh. You're a lucky one, 4T. You should have gotten a stupid group.
Papa Tymisonn: Fellas, *to his compatriates* go wait in the other room, I'll explain.
Papa Tymisonn: *they go*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: Yep...it's "them" alright.
Lithaladhwen: *prepares to animate whichever nasty dead thing seems appealing at the moment*
Lithaladhwen: *prepares to animate whichever nasty dead thing seems appealing at the moment*
Arch mage144: (It's the evil snowman animation cabal! Their top hat-production scheme must be stopped!)
Lithaladhwen: (LAG TEST)
CGNakibe: ... Well, at least he gets that we're not stupid.
Lithaladhwen: (Shit.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to be smirking*
CGNakibe: (OHNOES! Magical hats of EVIL.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Gotta go?)
CGNakibe: (... too bad we ain't got Jak for some Animated Tophat fun.)
Lithaladhwen: (No, but she wanted to do something and can't now because of this fucking aim.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Roll?)
Lithaladhwen: (Clarify, and do it quickly. I have to log off soon.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Never mind.)
Papa Tymisonn: Folks, allow me to introduce myself. Ronell Traffika, head of Magical Research here.
DarkLordKelne: *The opening of cages has ceased for now*
Papa Tymisonn: You seem to have... cut past the middleman in returning my experiment to me.
Lithaladhwen: *curious headtilt*
T3chn0Namagomi: *dead stare*
Lithaladhwen: If you don't explain yourself I'm going to borrow some of yours for myself. That sound fair?
DarkLordKelne: So we have.
Lithaladhwen: Some of your failures look very interesting to me.
Papa Tymisonn: We're not doing very well, to be honest...
CGNakibe: So I see.
CGNakibe: Party looks like it needs more, you know, life.
CGNakibe: Or UN-life, take your pick.
Papa Tymisonn: Trying to develop some extra help for the guard in case of another attack.
T3chn0Namagomi: What are you trying to do, anyway? Infuse things with elemental auras?
Papa Tymisonn: *4T is cowering*
Papa Tymisonn: Infuse things with LIFE, my dear...
Papa Tymisonn: A variation on golems I thought promising.
Papa Tymisonn: But, 4T there is simply my latest failure...
Papa Tymisonn: He ran away before I could ... examine him and determine my mistake.
DarkLordKelne: And the fact that they've developed intelligence is just an unfortunate side-effect?
Lithaladhwen: .....Even I don't do that. That seems a little ambitious to me.
Lithaladhwen: .....Even I don't do that. That seems a little ambitious to me.
Lithaladhwen: (HATE....HATE...HATE)
Lithaladhwen: .....Even I don't do that. That seems a little ambitious to me.
Papa Tymisonn: ... the intelligence we wanted.
Lithaladhwen: (HATEHATEHATE)
CGNakibe: (ARRGH. >.<)
Papa Tymisonn: But I was hoping for a less... defective psyche.
CGNakibe: ... Defective?
Lithaladhwen: Less passive, I guess.
Papa Tymisonn: Yes. He seems a bit too... defiant for our uses.
T3chn0Namagomi: Less passive, and less prone to utter terror
CGNakibe: I think he's not defiant.
CGNakibe: Just afraid of dying.
CGNakibe: Kind of comes with the whole "life" thing.
Papa Tymisonn: Say what you will. The point is he is not up to our standards.
Lithaladhwen: Anyway! I'm inlined not to care what you do with your magic, and I'm not inclined to care whether he lives or dies. But the fact is he asked for my help. All of our help.
Lithaladhwen: And I can't think of a good reason not to offer it.
Lithaladhwen: If he's not up to your standards, let him go or kill him. Don't terrorize him.
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to kneel and stroke the back of the demon-thing known as Immoral, while listening.*
Papa Tymisonn: ... very well.
DarkLordKelne: *Shakes his head* Hold on a moment.
Papa Tymisonn: *picks a torch off hte wall*
Papa Tymisonn: Yes?
DarkLordKelne: You can't just go around creating life and then destroying it when it doesn't work out.
DarkLordKelne: Would it really be so bad just to let him go?
Papa Tymisonn: I hadn't planned to. But the lady doesn't seem to think I should continue my research.
CGNakibe: Lady? What lady?
Papa Tymisonn: And this work is too important to allow it to be unwhole.
Papa Tymisonn: *motions to Zea*
Papa Tymisonn: 4T's no use to me dead, but I can always start again.
Lithaladhwen: I didn't say you shouldn't. Magical research is good.
CGNakibe: You don't have to torture things with your research, you know.
CGNakibe: That's the main problem here.
DarkLordKelne: *Interposes himself between 4T and torch-man*
Lithaladhwen: But I think your apparent willingness to torment the creature is unnecessary.
CGNakibe: And rather distasteful at that.
Lithaladhwen: So, I'm not one to stop you from killing him. But you're not having him back, one way or the other.
Papa Tymisonn: .... You folks should leave now.
DarkLordKelne: Well, I am.
Lithaladhwen: There you go. He will stop you. It's important to someone.
Lithaladhwen: And I'm not leaving until it pleases me to do so, thank you.
Papa Tymisonn: ...
CGNakibe: o.o
Papa Tymisonn: *bristling*
Lithaladhwen: From what I can see, you're squatting here even more than we are.
DarkLordKelne: *Waves his hand around the room* And all this is just... I mean honestly, have you had any successes?
T3chn0Namagomi: I fail to see a reason for myself to leave. This appears to be acting completely separate from the primary government.
Papa Tymisonn: On the contrary.
CGNakibe: Maybe you should've checked for the OTHER properties BEFORE you started playing with Intelligence.
NYClark2: ( Like Melting Point )
Papa Tymisonn: This is officially sanctioned by the king himself.
Lithaladhwen: (I have to go.)
CGNakibe: Its just a waste to do stuff like this and kill all your experiments.
CGNakibe: ... Hm.
Lithaladhwen: (Zea is officially inspecting various dead things from where she stands.)
Lithaladhwen: (Someone email me a log tomorrow.)
T3chn0Namagomi: *does a bit of a psychic check to see if he's saying what he knows is true*
DarkLordKelne: Alright, let's stroll upstairs and talk to him, then. Because so far, all we have is your word on that.
Papa Tymisonn: (And swept along with the others? Alright.)
Papa Tymisonn: Very well.
Lithaladhwen has left the room.
Papa Tymisonn: I'll lead the way.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: I never understood why people divide themselves into "ranks" in the first place.
Papa Tymisonn: *begins upstairs*
T3chn0Namagomi: *follows, along with Immoral*
CGNakibe: *follows*
Papa Tymisonn: I'll be right back, fellows. *to his compatriates* Work on the astral stability while I'm away.
Papa Tymisonn: *heads upstairs in earnest*
NYClark2: ( Pretty easy to forget about that dog-sized scorpionesque thing )
DarkLordKelne: *Murmurs to 4T* Get out of here. I'll meet you back where we first found you and let you know how it turned out.
DarkLordKelne: *Then follows*
CGNakibe: *turns to Ortren* Don't you think 4T might want to find someplace safe down here? I mean, it IS hot outside for him
Papa Tymisonn: ... I must face bad man's leader...
Papa Tymisonn: Let him know he's bad...
DarkLordKelne: ... Alright, then. Stick close.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: In the end, all creatures are the same.
Papa Tymisonn: *the exit closed, Traffika opens another secret door, this one leading inside the castle*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: All creatures can be enslaved by a strong enough mind.
Papa Tymisonn: *leads them to stairs and takes them up*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: What is free will to the puppet? Only that of the puppeteer. And if the puppeteer has a puppeteer, then that of the puppeteer's puppeteer.
DarkLordKelne: IM: I think I preferred it when we thought he was acting on his own.
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: In the end, free will belongs only to the master of puppets.
Papa Tymisonn: (*plays some Metallica*)
CGNakibe: (Master! Master!)
CGNakibe: (Master of Puppets is Pulling your Strings!)
DarkLordKelne: (Aya: Dance, puppets, dance! Charles: Um, honey? I'm supposed to be the puppeteer.)
Papa Tymisonn: *and they arrive at the top of the stairs*
Papa Tymisonn: *And Traffika leads them down another hall* Almost there...
Papa Tymisonn: Have any of you met the king? He's a really nice fellow...
T3chn0Namagomi: (Kamos: Yay! Having sex without having any kids! I have a good life!)
CGNakibe: I've... heard about the King, yes. o.o;;
CGNakibe: *wonders at this rather odd turn of events*
CGNakibe: IM: A couple of choice curses from Miss Dia suddenly come to mind.
DarkLordKelne: *Shakes his head* Can't say I have.
DarkLordKelne: IM: 'Have you ever met the king? No? Well, this is him. Just take my word for it.'
T3chn0Namagomi: *just shakes her head*
CGNakibe: T(General) : Crazy path this bit has taken.
Papa Tymisonn: *oooh. Big doors. Big ORNATE ones.*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: I have not met him, and I do not see a reason to meet him. There has been no proof that he is much better than anyone else.
T3chn0Namagomi: *seems to not be impressed by the ornateness*
CGNakibe: o.o Huh *shrugs off the innateness*
DarkLordKelne: *Marginally impressed, but yeah, he's here for a reason.*
Papa Tymisonn: *and Traffika pushes open the doors*
Papa Tymisonn: *welcome to the throne room*
T3chn0Namagomi: *Not impressed. XP*
Papa Tymisonn: *it's a huge room, marble floors, golden statues of horses, and a big ol' overtall throne, with a man with salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, dark skin, and a bored look on his face looking over a stack of scrolls*
CGNakibe: IM: General Silvar's office was more impressive the first time I went there.
Papa Tymisonn: *he looks up* Uh? Traffika? What are you doing here?
T3chn0Namagomi: *Fal and Immoral still walk in, though.*
DarkLordKelne: IM: Well, there wasn't much doubt left.
CGNakibe: >.>;; IM: Well fuck.
Papa Tymisonn: T: Sir, these people are interfering with my research, and I just needed to straighten them out.
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: ... who are these people, exactly?
Papa Tymisonn: T: A mercenary party with some flawed ideas, sir.
DarkLordKelne: We were hired to rack down a 'dangerous escaped prisoner', sire.
DarkLordKelne: *Motions to 4T*
DarkLordKelne: *track
Papa Tymisonn: 4T: ME! *runs to the kings feet, gets them wet*
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: o.O
CGNakibe: >.> Err... sorry about the wetness, sir.
T3chn0Namagomi: The "prisoner" was one of his "experiments" that escaped. A telepathic read revealed that he had to have been subject to torment by the "research group"'s hands.
Papa Tymisonn: 4T: The bad men hurt me and I ran away but they found me and him and now I don't want to hurt?
Papa Tymisonn: *!
DarkLordKelne: IM: Well, this will either end well or badly.
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: ... Is this true, Traffika?
CGNakibe: We were just wondering what the heck was going on here, is all. I mean, it IS a rather odd occurance.
Papa Tymisonn: T: Well... yes, sir, but...
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: You're more than fired.
Papa Tymisonn: e_e
Papa Tymisonn: T: But sir!
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: You call THIS military applications to magical research?
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: This is... we'll find a charge. Guards!
Papa Tymisonn: T: What? But... isn't this what you wanted?
Papa Tymisonn: *guards take him*
Papa Tymisonn: T: YOU BASTARD! YOU WANTED THIS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU ACT? *dragged*
T3chn0Namagomi: Military applications have more than a singular meaning.
CGNakibe: <.<;; Umm... Yeah. I think this reduces his chances of finding a new job.
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: You think?
Papa Tymisonn: KoD: His cohorts are down there, right?
T3chn0Namagomi: That would be correct.
T3chn0Namagomi: Minimum of two. Potentially more.
DarkLordKelne: *Nods* And a number of other 'experiments'.
CGNakibe: His other experiments are down there too...
CGNakibe: But for THEM you may want a cleanup crew.
Papa Tymisonn: *points at two more guards, and motions for them to go downstairs*
CGNakibe: They're.. kinda not living anymore.
Papa Tymisonn: It'll be taken care of...
Papa Tymisonn: *the king feels a hugging at his feet*
Papa Tymisonn: 4T: Thank you, bad man leader... you not bad... you good...
Papa Tymisonn: Um... thank you... *pats his... ick... wet head*
CGNakibe: ... As for 4T here, I think he needs a good ice mage. >.>;;;
CGNakibe: He's... kinda hot out here.
Papa Tymisonn: Third floor, first door on the left, kids.
Papa Tymisonn: *has 4T get off him... with some effort*
CGNakibe: IM: Second stair from the right, and straight on till morning. *snickers*
Papa Tymisonn: I, sadly, have a new mountain of paperwork now that Magical Research has to be dismantled...
Papa Tymisonn: Just what I needed.
T3chn0Namagomi: *starts to leave, with Immoral in tow*
CGNakibe: Sorry about this, Sir. ^^;; Also, it was nice meeting you.
Papa Tymisonn: *nods*
DarkLordKelne: *Makes a bow and takes his own leave.*
T3chn0Namagomi: IM: People act in confusing ways.
CGNakibe: *bows, then helps 4T off to see the wizard... err... ice mage*
Papa Tymisonn: *and off the group goes*
DarkLordKelne: IM: Well, that went better than I would've thought. The folks will never believe this.
T3chn0Namagomi: *Fal likely leaving the castle in general. As well as banishing the demon once outside.*
Papa Tymisonn: *after they leave, the king begins a note to Hakaril that reads:*
CGNakibe: IM: ... now lets hope that I'm not in trouble for all of this time I lost. -.-;;;
Papa Tymisonn: *Silvar: It's time to clean house. No more creaky floorboards. Ever. - Charles*
Papa Tymisonn: 4T: ... So... the bad man... he's not coming back?
DarkLordKelne: *Shakes his head* Nope.
Papa Tymisonn: ... OK.
Papa Tymisonn: ... that makes me happy. ^__________________________ ^
DarkLordKelne: *grins* Well, that's good, then.
T3chn0Namagomi: (And exit Fal.)
Papa Tymisonn: (And ... that's a good place to end.)
CGNakibe: With any luck this whole bit will be cleaned up.
DarkLordKelne: (Looks that way. On Kai's behalf, I believe Zea would want to claim all those dead failed experiments for herself.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (I don't think anyone would object TOO much--after all, it saves extra work.)
Papa Tymisonn: (As long as the government doesn't see it ever ever again.)
Arch mage144 has left the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: (People's opinions on Fal, by the way? Admittedly, she's still in development in a way, so...heh.)
DarkLordKelne: (I dunno, Doug. I think she sort of falls into the mould of aloof outsider that many of your other characters do. I haven't really seen enough to tell what differentiates her.)
CGNakibe: (She's kinda interesting. Almost robotic.)
Papa Tymisonn: (I'd like to see you play someone perky for a change.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (I have already. She's a first-gen character.)
Papa Tymisonn: (I'll need to see it to believe it.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Ask Will Baseton, or, hell, Darin Prentiss, about the horrid "glompings", as I call them, they received. XP)
DarkLordKelne: (Perky would be a sight to see. I recall Kamos in disguise. That was fun.)
Papa Tymisonn: (Indeed.)
T3chn0Namagomi: (Amelia's fun to play. And no, aside from first name and gender, she has no connection to the Slayers namesake.)
Papa Tymisonn has left the room.
T3chn0Namagomi: (Also, good difference between Fal and Syntriaxelle. The former has a fucked up perception of everything as a result of being able to dominate minds. The latter thinks mostly on "instinct".)
T3chn0Namagomi has left the room.
DarkLordKelne has left the room.