Session Start: Sat Jan 06 22:18:52 2007
Session Ident: #vesselofsouls
* Logging for #vesselofsouls started
<Sigov> .... Oh, whoops./
<Oxblood> ... yeah, where IS he?
<Gamemaster> Oh.
<Gamemaster> I just told him where we were.
<MPvt_Redford> Well, in the scripts thing...
<MPvt_Redford> There should be a point where it says 12,0 ....or, now, 12,15
<MPvt_Redford> For the "gamemaster rolled" part
<MPvt_Redford> If you change that to 12 instead of 12,0 then it won't play with the bg colors
* Nakibe has joined #vesselofsouls
<Oxblood> Hey!
* MPvt_Redford is now known as M-Pvt_Redford
<Nakibe> (Meh, why do I hear about this secondhand? >:O)
<M-Pvt_Redford> Mmm, hyphens.
* Sigov highfives Naki.
* Zeiren copies down the "roll 3d6" so he can do things more easily
* Nakibe is now known as SerranDien
* Helena feels.... okay about the appearance of her chat room now.
<Helena> (We okay now?)
<Sigov> Aye
<Zeiren> (Affirmative.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> Works for me
<Oxblood> (Hoi.)
<Sigov> Pattern!
<M-Pvt_Redford> I can deal with the dice bg thing if it's too much of a shit to play with
<Helena> (Negative, Ghostwriter. The pattern is full.)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<DiceBot> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 11
<Gamemaster> Is that easy for you to see, or is the red a problem?
<M-Pvt_Redford> =D
<Sigov> Oh leave it.
<M-Pvt_Redford> Nah, it's fine
<Gamemaster> It is not hard to change it.
<Sigov> It's good.
<SerranDien> OKAY!
<Zeiren> So, let's go?
<Oxblood> Works for me.
<Gamemaster> OK, then. WE GO.
<M-Pvt_Redford> Taking bg codes away would be best, but I'm not feeling caring enough to mess
<Helena> (Yes, please. Lets.)
<Zeiren> Sa, ikuze!
<SerranDien> Any other functions we need to know, Brian?
<M-Pvt_Redford> (PARENTHESES)
<Helena> (Thank you, Priam.)
<Sigov> (BEEP)
<Zeiren> (it adds numbers for us!)
<Gamemaster> (No, but you can feel free to use /me to emote or whatever.)
<SerranDien> 6Yeah, sure, whatever. Lets just get on with it.
<Zeiren> (We don't need to use calculators for damage anymore!)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (OW)
<Helena> (Oh, jeez.)
<Sigov> (Ow? Why ow?)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Serran's colors =( )
<Sigov> (They look fine to me.)
<Helena> (That was just purple to me. How the hell did you do that?)
<SerranDien> (Priam must be using a stupid background, or something other than white.)
<Zeiren> (...can we just RP?)
* Gamemaster continues the plot now...
<M-Pvt_Redford> (control-K brings up color codes)
<SerranDien> (Using mIRC, Control-K)
<Helena> 2
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Not my fault that brown-red is easier on the eyes)
<Sigov> (Oh right, he'd have to do it every time.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Which, of course, means that what Kai just said is invisible)
<Helena> (Is this readable? Or different at all?)
<Helena> (Damn.)
<Zeiren> (YES.  IT IS READABLE)
<Oxblood> (*is ready*)
<Zeiren> (and not different)
<Sigov> (LET'S GO)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (DEFAULT COLORS PLZKTHX OR I START USING WHITE TEXT)
<Helena> 2(How about now?)
<SerranDien> (Can I stab out your eyes instead?)
* Gamemaster :: It's Donovan's chance to act. The target is 1,500 yards away. It is difficult to make out specific features of the target, even with magnification...but it looks a hell of a lot like a very large squid, and it's coming straight toward you, "head" first, much like a real squid would swim.
<SerranDien> (Anyway, lets go)
<Oxblood> (Works for me.)
<Helena> (I'll have to do that every time. Damn.)
* M-Pvt_Redford contains the fireball, and attempts to contact the thing via comm first.
<M-Pvt_Redford> "Identify yourself!"
* Gamemaster :: Private Redford's attempts to communicate are apparently in vain. There is no response from the incoming squid.
<Zeiren> N: Alright.  If this thing goes hostile, I get first shot at Squidfuck.
<Zeiren> Z: ...
* M-Pvt_Redford waits one round's worth of time for a response, thus forfeiting his action.
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: No response. Engage at will!
<Zeiren> A-C: Roger that.
<Oxblood> C: Any chance it's a drone of some kind?
<Oxblood> C: Unpiloted?
<Zeiren> A-C: Possible.
<Sigov> (I like how Zeiren's the only one using encryption.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Is that what the A means?)
<Oxblood> (Oy.)
<Zeiren> (He might be the only one with encryption.  A-C, yes)
<Zeiren> (Wait, no.  Sigov's got it)
<Sigov> (Yup.)
<Sigov> (Advanced comsuite.)
<Zeiren> (Anyway, Zeiren's turn?)
<Helena> (Hel is Hel. She's too primitive for your strange encryption technology. You're lucky she can use the damn com.)
<Oxblood> (... wow. Oxblood has it too.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: If it's a drone, it's probably a hostile one, or else it would respond to hails. Protect the base!
<Zeiren> A-C: That one's a given
* Gamemaster :: It is now Zeiren's turn. He can do whatever the hell he wants.
<Oxblood> A-C (or whatever. Defaulting to C for the rest of the time): And let's just hope it's not reporting back to IT'S base right now...
<Zeiren> N: Just wait, Squidfuck...
<Zeiren> Z: Right.  Let's go!
* Zeiren jets forward to the squidlike armor--keeping out of its immediate path and aiming the Alpha Rifle at it in the meantime...
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren's DTT is 1,000 yards.
* DiceBot is now known as Cecil_Elmine
* Zeiren Err, vessel, I meant. Whatever
<Sigov> (Cecil now determines our fate!)
* Zeiren Big deal. It's officially Squidfuck now
<Zeiren> (New DTT?)
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren takes aim at the squid-like object. It advances, closing 560 yards! It must be using some kind of pneumatic propulsion system, much like a real squid, because holy shit, it's FAST! Zeiren's DTT is 440 yards. The mecha is currently /above/ Donovan in three-dimensional space.
<Gamemaster> (My God, I love the lack of text limit.)
<Sigov> (Important question. Would Sigov know the adjusted effective ranges of his weapons while under water at this depth?)
<Gamemaster> (Your weapons have been adjusted so that non-ballistic weapons will not be affected by the water.)
<Sigov> (They are ballistic.)
<Helena> (AKA: GM ex machina.)
<Zeiren> (All of his are ballistic)
<Sigov> (and a railgun)
<Zeiren> (Railgun's ballistic)
<Sigov> (KAy then.)
<Zeiren> (But I'm guessing it has enough velocity that it doesn't matter)
<Gamemaster> (Missiles have been replaced by torpedoes. As for guns? That's going to be an interesting question. Better fire it and find out! Alternately, make a Physics roll.)
<Gamemaster> (Physics defaults to IQ-6.)
<Zeiren> (Ow)
<Sigov> (enginering won't hlep, eh? Ok, let's try.)
<Sigov> roll 3d6
<Gamemaster> 0,0Sigov rolled --> 0,0 15
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 5
<Sigov> (pass)
<Zeiren> (Wow)
<Sigov> (he saved Cecil's crackers. =D)
<Zeiren> (Good point)
* Gamemaster :: It occurs to Sigov that his railguns fire at a high enough velocity that they should be largely unaffected by water, even at this depth. Machine guns, on the other hand, might not function as effectively.
<Sigov> (Good enough for now!)
* Gamemaster :: It is Donovan's turn. One more turn before the rest of the fighters can join "battle."
* M-Pvt_Redford puts together that fireball he's been charging!
<M-Pvt_Redford> roll 3d6
<Gamemaster> 0,0M-Pvt_Redford rolled --> 0,0 9
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15M-Pvt_Redford rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 9
* M-Pvt_Redford hocks it like he knows what he's doing! Because he does!
<M-Pvt_Redford> roll 3d6
<Gamemaster> 0,0M-Pvt_Redford rolled --> 0,0 8
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15M-Pvt_Redford rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 13
<Gamemaster> (Why the hell is it doing that o_O)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (13 < 14)
<Zeiren> (You're a dicebot too)
<Sigov> (You mean both producing results?)
<Zeiren> (Yep)
<Gamemaster> (I don't want to be XD)
<Sigov> (just that GM results are in white.)
<Zeiren> (TOO BAD)
<Helena> (Moustache on or off?)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (two-round fireball....how much damage is that? 2d6 x 100?)
<Gamemaster> (Yes.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> roll 2d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15M-Pvt_Redford rolled: :4,15 2d6 --> 4,15 4
* Gamemaster :: The fireball sails through the water...man, that looks weird...leaving a huge, steaming trail in its wake. The fact that it burns underwater seems strange until it occurs to observers that wait, it's magic!
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 5
* Gamemaster :: However, the target is moving way too quickly, and the fireball flies past pointlessly.
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren may now act.
<M-Pvt_Redford> Damn!
<Zeiren> Z: Yeah, you're a fast bitch, aren't you?
* M-Pvt_Redford charges another.
<Zeiren> N: Hah!  Time to kill now~!
* Gamemaster :: Donovan is concentrating, 1 second.
<Zeiren> N: OYAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
<Zeiren> Z: Alpha Rifle, FIRE!
* Zeiren closes in on Squidfuck's position quickly, firing off four lances of heat at Squidfuck through that large-ass rifle Scelestus is carrying...
<Zeiren> (Move, then fire)
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 12
<Zeiren> v
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 11
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 8
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 8
* Gamemaster :: Distance to target is 440 yards, penalty is -8.
<Gamemaster> (Er, 440 minus...however much closer you got.)
<Zeiren> (How much is my speed?)
<Zeiren> (Er, movement rate, I mean)
<Zeiren> (48MPH base, with normally jump-capable thrusters)
<Gamemaster> (mph*5 = yards per turn)
<Zeiren> (...not that it matters when your ACC is in excess of 40 before penalties)
<Zeiren> (Four hits)
<Gamemaster> (Whatever, all of those are good enough to hit)
<Helena> IM: I don't know what the hell I can do against that, without a giant suit of armor, underwater. This is screwed up. This is a part of the world I never thought I'd be forced to explore. I disapprove of it.
<Gamemaster> roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 7, 4,15 13, 4,15 13, 4,15 8
<Sigov> (... nice.)
<Sigov> (the code that is.)
<Gamemaster> (Second two hit.)
<Gamemaster> (Roll damage.)
<Zeiren> roll 2#6d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 2#6d6 --> 4,15 27, 4,15 25
<Gamemaster> ( http://richards.sdf1.org/dice/standard.html HOW TO ROLL DICE)
<Zeiren> (1620, 1500)
<Zeiren> (So I move 240 yards/round.  I can handle that.)
* Gamemaster :: KABOOOOOOOOM. That squid was clearly not meant to weather that kind of attack...there are now lots of metal squid pieces sinking to the bottom of the ocean. The amount of damage Zeiren managed to do was clearly too great for its evidently fragile metallic squid body.
* M-Pvt_Redford zooms down to inspect the wreckage.
<Zeiren> A-C: Stay on alert, people.
<Helena> IM: Too easy. That was ridiculous. They wouldn't send just one ....Okay. I wouldn't have sent a SQUID anyway, so what do I know.
<Oxblood> A-C: ... you're joking...
<Sigov> (BEcause Sigov would know: )
* Gamemaster :: The rest of the unit has managed to deploy themselves by now. They are free to take up positions around the base as they see fit. Cecil is notably absent. Perhaps he decided to stay inside?
<Sigov> (Any reason not to use active sensors here?)
<Oxblood> A-C: Ugh. I'm staying out here another five minutes, then returning to base.
<Gamemaster> (You give away your position, other than that, no.)
<Zeiren> A-C: I'd advise against that.
<Sigov> (Well yeah. My question is then: Are we hiding?)
<Helena> C: I'm staying for a while. I'm already out and...floating or whatever.
<Sigov> C: ... Seems strange to send just one if it's so fragile.
<Oxblood> A-C: You nuked it. Five minutes is enough for someone to come investigate. If nothing shows, I'm out of here.
* Gamemaster Private Redford's investigation of the wreckage reveals a lack of pilot. Oh no, it's one of those symbiote-controlled models, what a shock! It's hard to get any more information. Zeiren totally fucking trashed it.
<Helena> C: Yeah, that's what I thought. Maybe they just wanted the shield down or something.
<M-Pvt_Redford> ....
<Gamemaster> (Donovan, dodge roll. Now.)
<Sigov> A-C: Anyone opposed to my running an active scan for more?
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: Looks like Private Oxblood was right. This--
<SerranDien> C: Hey, what'd I miss?
<M-Pvt_Redford> roll 3d6
<Zeiren> A-C: Take perimeter around the base.  We don't want ANY blind spots.  I get the feeling that these are possibly suicide bombers...
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15M-Pvt_Redford rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 11
<Helena> C: Please. Please do that.
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Dodge is 5)
<Oxblood> ...
<Zeiren> (PD?)
<Zeiren> (PD is added)
<Gamemaster> (Add your PD...which is probably 4. I imagine you fail.)
<Zeiren> A-C: There'll be more.  I guarantee it
<Oxblood> o.o
<M-Pvt_Redford> (PD is parry?)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Or....okay.)
<Zeiren> (No.  Armor-based PD)
<Oxblood> (... does anyone know how to turn off smilies?)
<Gamemaster> (PD defends against everything, even if you aren't conscious.)
<Sigov> (No)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Yeah. Stop using a browser client.)
<Gamemaster> (OK, anyway)
<Oxblood> (*will dust off mIRC next time*)
<Zeiren> N: KRRRGH!  That was too easy!
<M-Pvt_Redford> (I don't have anything listed on the sheet for the battlesuit, so whatever PD that has)
<Zeiren> A-C: ...Helena has a point.
* Gamemaster :: Private Redford notices that the coral outcropping next to him is...moving! Unfortunately, he notices just a bit too late as a mechanical "eye" opens, becoming visible for the first time, and a huge tentacle comes out of seemingly nowhere and wraps around him...
<Helena> C: I do?
<M-Pvt_Redford> RAAAGHHGNN!
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: M'aidez! M'aidez!
<Zeiren> A-C: Putting the shie--
<Oxblood> C: See? LESS than five minutes!
<Zeiren> (Do the others see this?)
<Gamemaster> (Everyone state your PILOT's move score!)
<Helena> (5.)
<Zeiren> (6, ignoring Running)
<Sigov> (6, I think. (dx+ht)/4?)
<Zeiren> (Yes)
<Sigov> (then 6.)
<Oxblood> (6.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Presumably mine is irrelevant)
<Zeiren> (Oi.  Serran?)
<SerranDien> (6)
<Gamemaster> (OK, everyone who's tied, roll 1d6.)
<Gamemaster> (...that's almost everybody.)
<Zeiren> roll 1d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 1d6 --> 4,15 6
<Helena> (Everyone but me!)
<Zeiren> (Woohoo!)
<SerranDien> roll 1d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15SerranDien rolled: :4,15 1d6 --> 4,15 4
<Oxblood> roll 1d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Oxblood rolled: :4,15 1d6 --> 4,15 1
<Sigov> roll d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 d6 --> 4,15 1
<Gamemaster> (Oxblood and Sigov reroll.)
<Sigov> roll d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 d6 --> 4,15 4
<Oxblood> roll d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Oxblood rolled: :4,15 d6 --> 4,15 1
<Gamemaster> (Also, Priam, it is not irrelevant. Roll.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (If it's unchanged from my natural speed, it's 5.5)
<Gamemaster> (That's it, then.)
<Gamemaster> (Base speed, unrounded, is used for initiative.)
<Helena> (5.75, in that case.)
<Gamemaster> (OK.)
* M-Pvt_Redford sets mode: +oo Gamemaster Cecil_Elmine
* Gamemaster :: It's Zeiren's turn in the initiative order...the enemy is here...but where? There's something grabbing Donovan, but what else is going on here? Visually, the landscape is bare...but that attacker holding Donovan was clearly blending in with the rock and coral /perfectly/. What the hell's going on here? Where are enemies?
<Zeiren> N: Just that dinky little thing?  Sheesh.  When do I get some worthy challenges around here?!
* M-Pvt_Redford sets mode: -o M-Pvt_Redford
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Better.)
<Zeiren> (Is a sensor roll viable?)
<Gamemaster> (Indeed it is.)
<Oxblood> A-C: I think we have ourselves another local visitor...
<Zeiren> C-A: Don't take any chances.  Serran, Sigov, Stinky, be on the lookout for any more approaching enemies
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 12
<Sigov> A-C: ... Again, I can't see shit. Unless one of you has a damn good reason why I shouldn't, I'm running active sensors
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: AAAGH!!!
<Zeiren> (Sensor roll successful)
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: M'Aidez!
<Zeiren> (Succeed by 1)
<Gamemaster> (By how much?)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<Gamemaster> (Oh, 1.)
<Oxblood> A-C: Redford! Calm down, man! You think freaking out's gonna help?
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren's sensor attempt picks up absolutely nothing...not even the mecha grappling Donovan. There's clearly a jamming field at work here. It might be possible to overcome it, but this time, no such luck...
* Gamemaster :: It's still Zeiren's turn.
<Zeiren> C-A: Helena, look out for anything coming from above the base.  Everyone else, be on your toes.  Whatever has Donovan has some jamming up!
<Zeiren> (Range to Donovan?)
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: It's one of the soul-tether machines!
<Helena> C:Oookay. Will do.
<Helena> IM: This space is too big. I don't think I can just.... detect anything around without pulling something.
<Gamemaster> (300 yards.)
<Helena> IM: Maybe ten yards if I'm lucky. That's not enough.
<Helena> IM: Within that space I can just... find what I'm looking for. But there's too MUCH space here.
<Helena> IM: Once again I have to figure out something ridiculous.
* Zeiren closes in at full speed, and identifying if it's visible from there. If viable, switching to thermographics.
<Helena> IM: I'll just... do as Zeiren asked for now.
* Gamemaster :: It's visible /enough,/ but thermographics don't seem to be helping. The squid mecha is using what appears to be some kind of advanced chameleon cloaking system, as its color scheme has shifted to match the surrounding terrain perfectly. Additionally, it appears to be deflecting sensors at least partially...
<Helena> IM: Well.....if nothing else.... if I see something I can make damn sure everyone else sees it, too.
<Sigov> IM: ... waitaminute.
<Zeiren> (40 yards, so...possible to shoot it without trouble related to hitting Redford?)
<Gamemaster> (Sure. It's way bigger than he is.)
<Zeiren> (Er, 60)
<Sigov> IM: It has to have a sensor unit, and they can't cover that. If I can just find that...
<Zeiren> N: Alright, lemme have it!
<Gamemaster> (Your speed/range penalty is a -3.)
<Zeiren> C-A: It's cloaked!  I repeat, it's cloaked to all hell!
<Zeiren> N: Screw your announcement!  It's time to KILL THIS FUCKER!
<Zeiren> roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 9, 4,15 8, 4,15 10, 4,15 9
<Helena> C: Zeiren, if I can find it and get to these things, I think I can make sure they will have a harder time hiding.
<Zeiren> (Given that modified is 22-3 or 19...successes for all)
<Gamemaster> roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 9, 4,15 16, 4,15 7, 4,15 10
<Gamemaster> (One hit.)
<Zeiren> roll 6d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 6d6 --> 4,15 17
<Zeiren> A-C: Damn!  This thing's an A2!  I repeat, an A2!
<Zeiren> (only 1020 this time)
* Gamemaster :: The Scelestus lets loose with a barrage of laser fire, most of which goes just slightly wide...luckily, none of the shots hit Donovan, he being considerably smaller than the intended target. However, the laser blasts seem to do a good bit of damage to the target...just not disintegrate it like last time.
* Gamemaster :: It's Serran's turn.
<Zeiren> N: Hah!  Coward!  It's just like you to hide from my perfection!
<SerranDien> How clever. A nice system.
<Zeiren> A-C: You're telling me.  Nice feint, too
<SerranDien> C: Whatever the hell they're cloaked with, I want it.
<Helena> C: I bet they stole it.
<Zeiren> C-A: Huh?
<Helena> C: They didn't have it before.
* SerranDien concentrates, hoping to aim at the same spot that Zeiren hit.
<Helena> C: They have it now. After stealing SOMETHING important from us.
<SerranDien> (Aim action if t hat's possible)
<Helena> C: Right?
* Gamemaster Serran is aiming at the only visible target.
<SerranDien> (What else is there to do right now? >:P)
<Zeiren> C-A: Stealing?  ...you mean that attack was to steal?
<Gamemaster> (You're 1,000 YTT, so you can close distance if you want.)
<SerranDien> C: Yep.
<Zeiren> C-A: Well, damn.
* SerranDien maintains his current distance for now.
<Helena> C: I told you we'd eventually find out what they took. This could be it. Maybe now... we know.
* Gamemaster :: Sigov's turn.
<Sigov> (DTT?)
<Gamemaster> (Distance to Target. YTT = Yards to Target.)
<Sigov> (Ah, so we're all at 1000.)
<Zeiren> C-A: You know what?  I don't care.  If it blows up, not much we can do about it
<Sigov> (Much closer than works for Sigov.)
<Gamemaster> (It's a significant distance, yes.)
* Sigov keeps to his word, and runs an active scan.
* Gamemaster :: Give me a sensor roll!
<Sigov> (electronics skill, right?)
<Sigov> roll 3d6
<Zeiren> (Electronics (Sensors), yes)
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 12
<Sigov> (pass)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 12
<Gamemaster> (Pass by how much?)
<Sigov> (1)
<Zeiren> (...)
<Sigov> (You were there when the sheet was made. Far too late to complain about the skill ratings.)
<Oxblood> (I believe the word of the day is "skating by"...)
<Zeiren> (I know)
<Zeiren> (I mean more of the constant "pass by 1"s)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (It's not skating by if it doesn't work)
* Gamemaster :: Sigov lights up like a Zippo on the sensors as he sends out an AESA pulse. Unfortunately, nothing comes up. Whatever the hell is acting as a sensor jammer here is doing an incredibly good job of it.
<Sigov> (Ahhh.)
<Oxblood> (... good point.)
<Gamemaster> (You can still do something else, using sensors doesn't take the whole turn.)
<Zeiren> A-C: Requesting weapons loadouts on all of you.
<Sigov> A-C: ... Still nothing. If you had an idea, Helena...
<Sigov> (Ah!)
<Zeiren> A-C: What do you have?
<Sigov> A-C: Ballistics, all of it.
<Oxblood> A-C: MG, particle cannon, axe.
<Sigov> A-C: way too close for the rail gun
<Oxblood> *cannons
<Sigov> *takes aim regardless*
<Zeiren> A-C: Too close?
<Sigov> (... ok: )
<Helena> C: Sigov, I need to find it. If we can locate something, I can keep it from hiding itself again. But I don't think I can just DETECT it unless it's damn close to me.
<Sigov> (the range thing on here says 18,000)
<Sigov> (I was under the impression this was in yards)
<Gamemaster> (You are well within range. And it is.)
<Zeiren> (Feet)
<Zeiren> (I thought it was in feet)
<Gamemaster> (The real issue is whether you can HIT JACK at that range)
<Zeiren> (And that's more of what I thought)
<Gamemaster> (Your current range of 1,000 yards imposes a -16 range penalty.)
<Sigov> (Bleh. Well then. Good thing he's aiming.)
<Gamemaster> (OK, you're aiming!)
* Gamemaster :: Oxblood's turn.
<Zeiren> A-C: Warning you all right now, Squidfuck's as mobile as some A2s!
<Zeiren> A-C: Seems that way, anyway.
<Oxblood> *at 1000 yards, eh? well, optimal's on his particle cannons is 5k, so... aiming takes one turn?*
* Gamemaster :: Unless you want to continue aiming, which gives you a +1 per turn spent aiming, max +3. You can never get more than your weapon skill in aiming bonuses.
<Oxblood> (And a snapshot would be -8?)
<Zeiren> (-4)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Man, I keep forgetting about Unfazeable getting me an extra turn. During all this chatter, can I say he's prepping a Find Weakness?)
<Zeiren> (If you don't meet SS)
* Gamemaster :: Meanwhile, the robotic squid mecha grappling Donovan...activates a row of plasma cutters located on the inside of its tentacle. Oh shit!
<Oxblood> *snapshots those, then!*
<M-Pvt_Redford> C: Oh shit!
<Sigov> IM: ... That's bad.
<Zeiren> A-C: SHIT!
<Gamemaster> (Sure, you're prepping find weakness.)
<Zeiren> (Oxblood opted to snapshot...)
<Zeiren> (From 1000 yards...)
<Gamemaster> (Also, you don't /always/ get an extra turn for that advantage, I just gave you one that one time.)
<Gamemaster> (ooookay, snapshot. What's your skill again?)
<Sigov> (I may do likewise, actually.)
<Oxblood> (... eep. 13.)
<Sigov> (Still not sure. :( )
<Oxblood> (Oh well.)
<Oxblood> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Oxblood rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 7
<SerranDien> (Niiiice)
<Oxblood> (I'll say.)
<Gamemaster> (13, minus -11 for range and size, minus 4 for snap-shotting...)
<SerranDien> (But still fail, yes)
<Gamemaster> (...so your effective skill is such that unless you roll a 3, you miss.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (....what was the Advantage that said you can act during surprise rounds, then?...)
<Zeiren> (Or 4)
<Gamemaster> (Combat Reflexes, probably)
<Oxblood> (Damn. Oh well. He reacted.)
<Sigov> (... not Snapshotting. I obviously don't know the system well enough yet.)
<Gamemaster> (I gave you an extra turn for Unfazeable that one time because it made a lot of sense, but it's not a typical thing.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Ah, yes)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Wurps)
<Zeiren> C-A: Aim to hit!
<Sigov> IM: Almost there...
<Zeiren> C-A: That firepower's not good unless you hit something with it!
* Gamemaster :: So anyway, Oxblood shoots and misses...really, really misses. Because lasers travel for a long fucking time, somewhere in the distance, Oxblood accidentally kills a totally harmless stingray.
<Helena> (That stingray could have murdered somebody famous. He did the world a favor.)
<Oxblood> IM: ... it would have stung some deep sea diving reality host anyway.
<Zeiren> (HAH!)
<Helena> (Thanks.)
<Oxblood> (Thief of jokes! e_e)
<SerranDien> (Hahah)
<Sigov> (Wooooow.)
* Gamemaster :: In other news, those plasma cutters ignite. Donovan is being grappled by something so much stronger than he is that he cannot hope to break free, but his passive defense and armor will hopefully afford him enough protection to survive long enough to cast a spell, or something...
<Gamemaster> (Roll dodge.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15M-Pvt_Redford rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 13
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 11
<M-Pvt_Redford> (whoosh!)
<Gamemaster> roll 8d6*10
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 8d6*10 --> 4,15 320
<Zeiren> (...you can do that?)
<Gamemaster> (Yes.)
<Zeiren> (HOLY CRAP I DON'T NEED A CALCULATOR!)
<Gamemaster> (Fuck, I can do this)
<Gamemaster> roll 1d6+2#(1d10+(1d6/2))*3
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 1d6+2#(1d10+(1d6/2))*3 --> 4,15 27, 4,15 27, 4,15 24, 4,15 3, 4,15 18, 4,15 15, 4,15 24, 4,15 9
<M-Pvt_Redford> (THAT IS AWESOME)
<Helena> (He linked the "how to roll dice" thing earlier.)
<Zeiren> (ROCKAGE)
<Helena> ( http://richards.sdf1.org/dice/standard.html )
<Gamemaster> (OK, you take 320 damage minus your battlesuit's DR...)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (minus....4?)
<Gamemaster> (That's PD.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Right.)
<Helena> (It should be 65 or 85 or something larger.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (so what's the DR? Not sure I ever got specs on the thing)
<Gamemaster> (Which should actually be pD 6.)
<Gamemaster> (DR is 65 unless you bought better DR with points.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Which of course I did not)
<Gamemaster> (This means I assume that you did not buy the 100 DR force screen, so you take...255 damage.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (And my suit damage capacity is...?)
<Zeiren> (...Ouchies)
<Zeiren> (It goes to your HP)
<SerranDien> (Yeah, that.... hurts. Lots.)
<Zeiren> (Your own HP)
<Helena> (I can see that Helena is going to be very busy this combat playing healer.)
<Helena> (Provided you spend a character point to survive.)
<Zeiren> (that would be advisable, yes)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (Dammit, of all the things. GURU apprently does not tell me my HP either)
* Gamemaster :: Donovan is sliced open by a plasma cutter presumably capable of working its way through mecha armor. Unless his player spends 1 CP to survive otherwise lethal damage, he has been cut into fish-food ribbons.
<Gamemaster> (Your HP is equal to your STR score.)
<Zeiren> (...it's overkill.  I'll put it that way)
<Helena> (Your HP is not 255.)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (It sure isn't!)
<Helena> ( =( )
<M-Pvt_Redford> (In an effort to not cheapen death, Redford is now chum.)
<Oxblood> (...)
* Gamemaster :: De-licious!
<Helena> (...)
<Helena> (He should go bother Helena.)
<Oxblood> (I got death here! Just 59 cents! That's right! Just 59 cents for IMMORTALITY!)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (He might.)
* Gamemaster :: Oh, dear.
<Sigov> IM: Not the first time... still... e_e
* Gamemaster :: Sudden movement!
<Oxblood> o.o Son of a bitch...
<Zeiren> (Woah.  He DIED?)
<M-Pvt_Redford> (last words!) C: AIIEIIIGHGNBIMNWINBALCLLKGLKNB.
<Zeiren> C-A: ...Shit...
<Oxblood> Son of a motherfucking bitch... o.o
<Sigov> C: Stay focused! We're next!
<Zeiren> Z: ...holy CRAP.
<Helena> C: Well. He was the sensible one, too. Shame.
* M-Pvt_Redford is now known as Former_M-Pvt_Redford
<Zeiren> C-A: That's for damn sure!
<SerranDien> FUCKING HELL.
<Oxblood> C: ... this motherfucker's going down.
* Gamemaster Seemingly out of nowhere--maybe from behind!? It's another squid mecha, charging straight at Serran...and it spins around, twisting in the water so as to be tentacles first! Roll to dodge!
<SerranDien> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15SerranDien rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 13
<SerranDien> (Bah, short)
<Sigov> (Did we lose track of the one that just pasted Redford?)
<Gamemaster> (No.)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 14
<Zeiren> (Nope.  Zeiren's almost right next to it)
* Gamemaster :: Serran is now being grappled by the enemy squid mecha...its metallic embrace is like a mother's womb.
<Zeiren> Z: Alright, squidfuck.  You've had your last bit of seafood!
<Sigov> (Serran: *kicks like a summabitch*)
<SerranDien> C: Fucking thing's GOT ME.
<Zeiren> N: Right!  Let's KILL THIS FUCKER!
<Oxblood> (Fair, since I want to curl up in the foetal position right now...)
<Helena> (How many times... do I have to hear the word WOMB today?!)
<Zeiren> C-A: FUCK!  Stinky, Close in and help Serran!
<Sigov> A-C: Oxblood! You're closest, help Serran!
<Sigov> (a bit late, hee.)
<Zeiren> (It just amplifies it!)
* Gamemaster :: What the hell? How many of these things are there? Another squid comes in from a different angle, dropping its cloaking mechanism and becoming clearly visible as it breaks free of a coral-covered outcropping...it charges straight toward Oxblood! Roll to dodge!
<Oxblood> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Oxblood rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 9
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 9
<Zeiren> C-A: Another one?!
<Oxblood> (This is PD, right?)
<Gamemaster> (PD + Dodge)
<Oxblood> (*can't remember...*)
<Sigov> *much cursing in Orcish*
<Gamemaster> (Dodge = mecha SPD/2 or Piloting/2, whichever is worse)
<Oxblood> (So, pass by 2.)
<Zeiren> (Uh...pass by 2?)
<Sigov> A-C: Oxblood's got his own problems. I'm dropping the one that pasted Redford. Zeriren, you're there, I'll help Serran!
<Zeiren> C-A: Roger that!
<Oxblood> (Dodge + PD = 7. As does Piloting.)
* Gamemaster :: Oxblood leaps out of the way, using his mecha's powerful legs and his propulsion jets to move him through the water just in time to avoid the charging squid. It whirls around, now within melee range and pointing a whole array of tentacles at the orc's mecha.
<Zeiren> (...9 is more than 7)
<Gamemaster> (Wait, you said you passed o_O)
<Zeiren> (You try to get LESS)
<Gamemaster> (Oh, whatever, you dodge because I would like to see you survive another round.)
<Helena> (He rolled a nine.)
<Oxblood> (... gar. It flipflops y'know...)
<Helena> (Yes?)
<Zeiren> (Right)
<Zeiren> (Anyway)
* Gamemaster :: Oh, shit! It's another one...and it's headed straight for Sigov's mecha! Roll to dodge!
<Sigov> (.. Ha ha ha ha)
<Sigov> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<Helena> (What happen?)
<Zeiren> C-A: You've got to be shitting me
<Zeiren> (Somebody set us up the squid!)
<Sigov> (What happen is I'm about to get into trouble.)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 5
<Oxblood> (We get confusion!)
<Helena> (Main squid turn on?)
<Sigov> (also: 10+PD?)
<Zeiren> (No.  Dodge+PD versus 10.  If 10 is equal or lower, you win)
<Oxblood> (You have no chance now make your ink.)
<Gamemaster> (Your mecha's SPD divided by TWO, or your piloting divided by 2, whichever is worse, plus your mecha's PD, which is probably 4.)
<Gamemaster> (If you roll less than that, you succeed.)
<Sigov> (13. )
<Helena> (All our base are belong to squidfucks.)
<Sigov> (wait.. wha...)
<Helena> (Brian says to DIVIDE BY TWO.)
<Sigov> (... oy. working.)
<Sigov> (So that means.... 10 total)
<Sigov> (or, equal.)
<Zeiren> (TEH SUCCESS!)
<Gamemaster> (Your piloting is 13. Mecha SPD is 12. You rolled 10, so you tie. Normally, you succeed.)
<Gamemaster> (But the enemy rolled a critical success.)
<Zeiren> (ew)
<Gamemaster> (...so you don't.)
<Helena> (Och.)
<Zeiren> (TENTACLE RAPE)
<Sigov> (IMPORTANT QUESTION)
<Sigov> (which side does he grapple Sigov on?)
<Helena> (Is it about Particle Man in the water? Because I don't know that.)
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> (Less important: Another death -- http://finance.myway.com/jsp/nw/nwdt_rt.jsp?section=news&feed=ap&src=601&news_id=ap-d8mfo3s80&date=20070106 )
* Gamemaster :: Sigov is now being embraced by a squid as well--it's attached to the front of his mecha. And the squid's "mouth" opens...revealing a contact mine tube! Sigov's vision is somewhat obstructed as the squid plants a very large mine straight onto the mecha's faceplate...
<Sigov> (His railgun is a chest mount, as Doug can verify. =D)
<Sigov> .... Fuck you.
<Sigov> *fireS*
<Helena> (Moment of silence.)
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> (...)
<Gamemaster> (Problem: It's not your turn.)
<Sigov> (... :( Kay.)
* Gamemaster :: Helena's turn!
<Oxblood> (*waits patiently*)
<Zeiren> (Oi, Kai.  Your turn against Squidfucks)
<Helena> C: Ooookay. This is insane. 
<Sigov> C: ... There is a mine on my got damn face.
<Helena> C: It worked once.... 
<Zeiren> C-A: Don't get too close, Helena!
* Sigov sounds largely annoyed.
<Zeiren> C-A: What?!
<Sigov> C: I'm working on it.
<Zeiren> Z: Damnit...this is NOT good.  We got lured right into their trap
<Helena> C: I can't do anything if I don't get in close. 
<Helena> C: Better to do something. They'll be very very sorry if they kill me anyway.
<Zeiren> N: I don't CARE!  It doesn't matter what the fuck you do as long as it deals with it!  Don't give a shit about a roundabout way, just break through it all!
* Helena attempts to get close enough to any one of the hostile mecha-squidfucks to cast a spell on it, but not close enough for horrible tentaclegrabbing. This would likely be the one already attached to Oxblood. She knows that she's forced the symbiote within an A2 to materialize before, which should theoretically make it useless without all the risk of banishing it altogether. Why the hell not try again. It's not like she can blow the damn thing up.
<Helena> (Yay for no text limit.)
<Oxblood> (... no SMALL text limit.)
<Helena> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Helena rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 11
<Helena> (Success!)
<Zeiren> (GM?)
* Gamemaster :: The cockpit of the symbiote-piloted mecha is not designed to accomodate a physical being requiring the amount of space that a human pilot would. The net result of this is that Helena's spell causes the astral parasite complex to materialize...but it is largely being crushed by the small mecha interior. Additionally, it is not able to uplink with the mecha while in a physical form...
<Zeiren> (Heh)
* Gamemaster :: ...the mecha floating near Oxblood seems to...not be doing anything now.
<Helena> C: It's only going to hold it for about a minute. 
<Helena> C: So keep an eye on the time, guys.
<Oxblood> C: Kay.
* Gamemaster :: Donovan is feeding the fish, so he's out of the initiative order, which means it's Zeiren's turn, unless he wants to spend his turn feeding fish--in which case Donovan out-inits him by default.
* Zeiren refuses to feed the fish...but feeding the squidfuck some laser fire is a VERY nice prospect in general
* Oxblood is now known as fish
<fish> *nibble*
* fish is now known as Oxblood
<Helena> (I am amused!)
<Sigov> (Heh)
* Zeiren does EXACTLY that, letting out four more heat lances from the modified Alpha Rifle
* Gamemaster :: If you're firing at the one that sliced up Donovan, it's 60 yards away. Your penalty to hit is -3.
<Zeiren> 4#3d6
<Zeiren> (Oops)
<Sigov> (roll)
<Gamemaster> roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 11, 4,15 8, 4,15 5, 4,15 9
<Zeiren> Roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 16, 4,15 7, 4,15 9, 4,15 14
<Zeiren> (...I hate you, dice)
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> (Sorry, not paying attention)
Session Time: Sun Jan 07 00:00:00 2007
* Gamemaster :: The squidlike mecha manages to dodge all of Zeiren's laser blasts. One of them vaporizes a small lobster who was minding its own business on a nearby rock.
<Helena> (That leaves Cecil off the hook then. Fewer lobsters to follow around.)
<Oxblood> (Now, who was asking for lunch?)
<Helena> (Tell me I'm not the only one who remembers him doing that.)
<Sigov> (I do!)
<Sigov> (I was lurking)
* Gamemaster :: Serran has a squid grappling him from behind. Depending on what he wants to do, he may have to make a grapple check.
* Gamemaster :: Also, Serran has a funny feeling. Roll sensors!
<SerranDien> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15SerranDien rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<SerranDien> (pass)
* Gamemaster :: There's a mine attached to your back.
* Gamemaster :: It is unclear how long the fuse is.
<SerranDien> C: Fucking...
<Zeiren> A-C: What is it?!
<Zeiren> N: STAND STILL, FUCKER!
<SerranDien> C: Acquired a mine!
<Gamemaster> (MINE GET)
<Helena> (You got..... A MINE! *music*)
<SerranDien> C: Now if it wasn't on my back..
<Cecil_Elmine> C: Um, Serran, I don't think you so much ACQUIRE mines...
<Sigov> (Link: DUN NA NA NAAAAA! *holds above head*)
<Helena> (Thanks, Bes. Someone had to.)
<Zeiren> A-C: Huh?!  Who is it?
<Zeiren> (Err, make that C:)
<Sigov> C: I think right now we're more concerned with unacquiring them!
<SerranDien> (Gonna have to make a grapple check, then another check to pull it off, right?)
<Zeiren> C: Identify yourself!
<Sigov> C: BEfore someone else dies!
<Cecil_Elmine> (Are you asking Cecil to identify himself?)
<Zeiren> (OH)
<Zeiren> (Nevermind)
<Helena> (It's actually Cecil. Not the diebot.)
<Zeiren> (Right!)
<Oxblood> (Die bot. Not dice bot.)
<Oxblood> (... appropriate.)
<Gamemaster> (It's just named Cecil because I have two instances of mIRC running.)
<SerranDien> (LIke I said. Gonna try to pull the mine off. Grapple check, I assume?)
<Gamemaster> (Yes.)
<SerranDien> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15SerranDien rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 14
<Zeiren> C-A: Alright.  Helena, try to deal with the other squidfucks as soon as possible!
<SerranDien> (What's that VS again? Probably a fail...)
<Zeiren> C-A: Whatever you did worked...
<Gamemaster> (Roll versus your STR. For contests of STR between very strong combatants, you do a ratio, so your STR is divided by 10.)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<Sigov> IM: What idiot designs a mecha without hands, they asked... gods invented hands for a reason they said... Uhg. Maybe it owuld be better if I did die from this.
<Helena> C: I think I can do that again. At the least, I can try. Can't you blast them or something? 
<SerranDien> (Yeah, that failed)
<Zeiren> C-A: I can try, but these things dodge like all hell today
* Gamemaster :: No luck; Serran's attacker holds fast, and there's still a mine on his back...
* Helena sighs.
* Gamemaster :: It's Sigov's turn.
<Sigov> (OK: )
<Gamemaster> (Use that railgun, dude.)
<SerranDien> (Use The Force, Bes)
<Zeiren> (SHOOT!)
<Gamemaster> (You're at point blank. You've got a +5 to hit due to enemy size. Even snap-shotting your odds are probably pretty good.)
<Helena> IM: Now it's MY JOB. Now it is my job to SAVE EVERYONE from the squid. You do one good thing and mortals want you to fix everything. I don't know how He does it. What a pain in the ass.
<Sigov> (HAd a question, but yes, he should shoot)
<Sigov> *pulls the trigger*
<Gamemaster> (What's your skill with the weapon?)
<Gamemaster> (Normally.)
<Sigov> (now lessee.... ACC 20, +5, skill 15...)
<Sigov> (Should I even roll?)
<Gamemaster> (Acc doesn't matter unless you spend a round aiming. Your effective skill is 20.)
<Zeiren> (Yeah, roll)
<Gamemaster> (You have to roll. If you roll 17 or 18 you fail automatically.)
<Sigov> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<Gamemaster> (What kind of railgun is this?)
<Sigov> (heavy)
<Zeiren> (Heavy)
<Gamemaster> (Ah, RoF is 1/2, then)
<Sigov> (8d*75(3)/Cr)
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 5
<Zeiren> (8d*120(3)/Cr, going by updated)
<Gamemaster> (Because it's grappling you, it doesn't get to actually dodge; that's versus PD, so no dice. You hit.)
<Gamemaster> (Roll damage.)
<Sigov> roll 8d5*120
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 8d5*120 --> 4,15 2520
<Helena> (Shite.)
<Sigov> (not sure what the (3)/cr is)
<Zeiren> (Divide by half after armor, of course)
<Zeiren> (Armor divisor is 3)
<Zeiren> (DR counts as 1/3)
<Sigov> (... whoops)
* Gamemaster :: EXPLOSIONS!!!!!
<Sigov> (typo. That's a 5. Ah well.)
<Sigov> *Is he free?!*
<Zeiren> IM: Finally
<Zeiren> IM: ...wait...that could be either good or bad, when I think about it.
* Gamemaster :: Sigov's chest-mounted railgun goes off straight into the squid mecha's mouth...and continues all the way through the other side, splitting the creature very neatly. You got 1x filet-o-mecha! However, you still have a mine attached to your faceplate.
<Sigov> C: I ahve no hands! Someone get this peice of shit off my head!
* Gamemaster :: Helena's turn.
<Zeiren> C-A: ...
<Gamemaster> (Wait no.)
<Gamemaster> (That's wrong. I'm illiterate.)
<Oxblood> (Yep!)
* Gamemaster :: Oxblood.
<Oxblood> (Any other squid in melee/move and melee range?)
<Zeiren> (The one that Helena disabled?)
<Gamemaster> (Yeah, the one Helena disabled.)
<Sigov> (Hel froze yours, and you were never grappled aparently, so.... still one by you?)
<Sigov> (And a mine on my head.)
<Sigov> (=D)
<Gamemaster> (She did state that it was disabled only temporarily.)
<Gamemaster> (So you can blast it to hell if you want.)
<Oxblood> (Right.)
<Oxblood> (Can I attack, THEN move?)
<Gamemaster> (Sure.)
<Oxblood> (OK.)
<Oxblood> *hefting his weapon, Oxblood swings his mech's energy axe, looking for a perfect bisection!*
<Oxblood> roll 3d6
<Gamemaster> (Roll melee.)
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Oxblood rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 9
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<Gamemaster> (You hit, roll damage.)
<Oxblood> roll 8d6*45
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Oxblood rolled: :4,15 8d6*45 --> 4,15 990
<Helena> (I like this dierollerbot. It does math.)
* Gamemaster :: It's not enough for a perfect bisection, unfortunately, but Oxblood manages to cut a huge chunk of the squid-bot apart, slicing open the head with a cut that's long and deep enough that if there were a pilot in the head it would probably have killed him.
* Gamemaster :: Except...wait! There's a physical creature in there because of the manifesting spell!
* Gamemaster :: You hear the most terrible death cry you have ever had the displeasure of hearing--it's like someone has thrown a dozen baby rabbits into a garbage disposal...
* Helena winces from the noise, even as she's feels intense relief that it was destroyed.
<Helena> (*as she feels)
<Zeiren> C-A: Helena, deal with Serran's first, if possible!  Mine hasn't grabbed me yet!
* Gamemaster :: ...and somehow, it echoes through the water, warbling terribly.
<Zeiren> >.-
<Zeiren> N: WHAT THE?!
<Sigov> *much orcish cursing*
<Zeiren> Z: ...Uuugh.  That was...not settling at all
<Helena> C: Gotcha.
* Oxblood moves towards Sigov's position afterwards, hand stretched toward that mine.
<SerranDien> C: More of these things aren't enough...
* Gamemaster :: The mecha-kraken that has been evading Zeiren's shots all this time lifts itself up off the reef bed and spins around, spreading its tentacles apart to reveal a pair of torpedo launchers!
<Zeiren> ...You've got to be kidding me...
* Gamemaster :: You'd better dodge, Zeiren!
<Gamemaster> roll 2#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 2#3d6 --> 4,15 8, 4,15 9
<Helena> IM: Why is this up to me? They have guns and crazy mechanized blasting shit! Depending on one mage to do things, like it's the old days. But if I'm honest? I liked those days.
<Zeiren> (PD or no PD?)
<Gamemaster> (PD.)
<Zeiren> roll 2#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 2#3d6 --> 4,15 13, 4,15 11
<Helena> IM: I guess if we live, it's all okay. If not, I'll figure something out.
<Zeiren> (Two dodges!)
* Gamemaster :: The torpedoes charge toward Zeiren, but he hits the rock bed just in time to avoid being turned into slag by the barrage. The torpedoes continue and swerve down, one slamming into the rock and causing a huge crater, while the other...
<Gamemaster> roll 1d2
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 1d2 --> 4,15 2
<Zeiren> N: ...cute
* Gamemaster :: ...loops around...it's coming back!
<Zeiren> (Dodge again?)
<Gamemaster> (Not yet. It hasn't reached you.)
<Gamemaster> (It's still moving.)
<Sigov> (A more active form of defense would rock if you have it. :o)
* Gamemaster :: The mech grappling with Serran's tentacles suddenly flare with green light...roll an opposed grapple check to see if it maintains its hold!
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 18
<Helena> (Heh.)
<Zeiren> (Holy crap, it got the critfail)
<Helena> (What if he autofails, too?)
<Sigov> (Then they go to the internet)
<Zeiren> (It'd have to be a critfail)
<Sigov> (Where everyone fails.)
<SerranDien> roll 3d6
<Gamemaster> (I dunno, the universe implodes because you're too clumsy to exist)
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15SerranDien rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 14
<Helena> (Bes is wise.)
<SerranDien> (Hey, this mecha wasn't made for strength. And yes, that actually DOES fail)
<Sigov> (Fail beats crifail.)
<Zeiren> (Fail beats critfail, I say)
* Gamemaster :: The tentacled mech fails to maintain its hold on Serran, and it can't get its plasma cutters properly aligned to cut into his mecha's armor. He's still being entangled, but he's not going to be subjected to eight plasma cutter attacks this round.
<Sigov> (owie)
<Zeiren> (Lucky)
* Gamemaster :: Helena.
<Gamemaster> (And yes, in a quick contest, if you both fail, whoever failed worse loses.)
* Helena Helena, as requested by Zeiren, is going to attempt a repeat performance of her attack on Oxblood's squidfuck friend. With luck, it will do some good.
<Gamemaster> (Depending on what it's a quick contest OF.)
<Sigov> (again,)
<SerranDien> (Because it is depressingly fitting...)
<Sigov> (It is as one with the internet. =D)
<Helena> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Helena rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 13
<SerranDien> (*puts on Tales of Destiny: Victim of Fate*)
<Zeiren> (I need some hot-blooded music!)
<Helena> (Success, although that saps most of her remaining casting ability.)
<SerranDien> (Put on Victim of Fate like I'm doing. >:P) 
<Sigov> (Laibach: Now you will pay.)
* Gamemaster :: Manifest is a success--and the net effect is that Serran's grappler suddenly goes limp.
<SerranDien> C: ALRIGHT.
<SerranDien> C: Thanks, Hel!
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren.
<Zeiren> (*puts on Mazin Kenzan instead!*)
<Helena> C: I....yeah...s'fine...
* Helena turns off her com so that she can catch her breath without others listening to her do it.
<Zeiren> N: OYAAAAAA~!  BE REDUCED TO NOTHINGNESS!
<Zeiren> Z: Let's do this!!!
* Helena feels that people listening to her breathe is weird and unnecessary.
<Gamemaster> (Let's use!!! more!!!!! EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!!!!!!)
<Gamemaster> (Excited!Nama is excited)
<Helena> (Heh. Jackass!GM is a smartaleck.)
<Sigov> (... This makes me think of him as being like, a cute kamos style pokemon.)
<Oxblood> (Kamos! Kamoschu!)
<Gamemaster> (For me, the best thing about !'s in the default mIRC font is that they remind me of Castle Adventure for DOS--the ! was the symbol for the flask item.)
* Zeiren , in an uncharacteristically hot-blooded moment, practically SMASHES the discharger button down, while attempting to fire off another burst at the squidfuck, hopefully sending four more heat lances its way!
<Helena> (Nama! Nama gomi!)
<Sigov> (KAmoschu would be scary, though.)
<Zeiren> (Should I roll?)
<Zeiren> (For the simultaneous discharge/attack)
<Gamemaster> (Yes. Roll piloting.)
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 13
<Zeiren> (Success)
<Gamemaster> (What kind of discharger?)
<Zeiren> (Flare, of course)
<Gamemaster> (OK.)
<Zeiren> (And now for the attacks!  Same mod?)
<Gamemaster> (Yes.)
<Zeiren> roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 13, 4,15 12, 4,15 15, 4,15 13
<Gamemaster> roll 4#3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 4#3d6 --> 4,15 8, 4,15 11, 4,15 8, 4,15 9
<Zeiren> (...)
<Gamemaster> (Wow)
<Zeiren> (WE NEED NEW DICE)
<Oxblood> (Yeah, when YOU lose, we need new dice...)
<Sigov> (Oh enough.)
<Helena> (You guys stop bashing Cecil. I happen to think he's a nice guy, whatever dice he rolls.)
<Zeiren> (I just bash the dice)
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren is making a very interesting pattern in the rock and coral reef with all of those misses. Fortunately for Zeiren, the engineers swapped out the "flares" in his discharger for something more appropriate--an capsule with chemicals inside that produce an exothermic reaction to generate lots of heat. Firing a /flare/ underwater would just be fucking stupid, after all.
* Gamemaster :: Serran. Oh, and you've got a mine on your back...and a limp squid.
* Zeiren isn't to blame for the squidfuck's luck
* Gamemaster :: Hah, about that mine? You hear a sudden "BEEEEP!"
<Helena> (But he did make a rhyme about squidfuck luck.)
* Gamemaster :: It's attached to you...there's no dodging this one!
<SerranDien> C: SHIT...
<SerranDien> (Yeah, this am hurt)
<Gamemaster> roll 6d6*75
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 6d6*75 --> 4,15 1800
<Helena> (Count to three. More like one. Boom.)
<Oxblood> (... damn.)
<Gamemaster> (Armor is divided by 10.)
<SerranDien> (Doesn't matter, that's too pretty a light show)
<Helena> (Since when did MAC become fucking Sealab? Blowing all this shit up underwater....)
* Gamemaster :: The mine planted on Sigov was placed at about the same time..."BEEEEEEP!" But there's no true explosion...it's an EMP shockwave! Sigov, roll versus mecha DR to avoid deactivation!
<Helena> (Zeiren is Debbie, by the way.)
<SerranDien> (Yeah, pretty much Serran go Boom)
<Gamemaster> (Er, I meant DUR)
<Helena> (Hel is either Quin or Sparks.)
<Gamemaster> (Also, how's Serran's mecha doing?)
<Sigov> (... That's... o_O Well ok then! not what I was expecting.)
<SerranDien> (There was a mecha there?)
<Zeiren> (Debbie?)
<Gamemaster> (Well hell. How much HP did it have?)
<Helena> (Sealab 2021 reference.)
<Sigov> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Sigov rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 12
<Sigov> (Dur is 10)
<SerranDien> (760, with pretty much all of that damage going through.)
<Zeiren> (OW)
<Zeiren> Z: FUCK!
<SerranDien> (1782 damage, to be precise)
<Sigov> (Got a character point?)
<Zeiren> N: Don't you DARE start giving up now!  Kill the one you have, worry about the others later!
<Zeiren> Z: But--
<Zeiren> N: NOW!
<Helena> (Listen to the machine.)
<SerranDien> (Yeah. I was saving those, too.)
* Zeiren seems to be losing control over the Scelestus...as Nanashii practically headbutts in...
* Gamemaster :: That's no good. The exploding mine tears Serran's mecha apart, resulting in a very pretty fireworks show...the sudden breaking of the sealed environment causes water to rush into the cockpit, and various components not designed to withstand the pressure of deep water quickly collapse and crumple. Serran is badly burned in the explosion, but that's not the worst of it...he's several miles underwater in nothing but
<Sigov> (cuts off at "but" for me.)
* Gamemaster :: a basic diving suit!
<Helena> (...but a basic divind suit.)
<Helena> (*diving)
<Oxblood> (Poor bastard.)
* Gamemaster :: Sigov's mecha doesn't take the EMP surge well--the mecha completely deactivates, all systems shutting down immediately and becoming completely worthless. It's lucky that Sigov has maybe half an hour of oxygen in the cockpit even though life support no longer functions...but damn, it's cold in that mecha without climate controls...and all of his view of the outside world has gone dark, sensors and cameras no longe
<Sigov> (cuts off at "no longer")
<Helena> (...no longer functioning.)
<Helena> (I can see his computer!)
* Gamemaster :: On the bright side, the fireworks that trashed Serran's mecha also trashed the remaining enemy mecha.
<Zeiren> C-A: Come in, Sigov!  Oxblood!  Serran!
<Zeiren> C-A: Helena!
<Sigov> *silence*
* Gamemaster :: ...except for that badly damaged one that's been fucking with Zeiren by dodging all of his attacks.
<Oxblood> C-A: I read you! Going after Sigov!
<Zeiren> C-A: Do you read me?!
<Helena> C: I'll get Serran if I can. 
<Zeiren> C-A: Right!
* Gamemaster :: Oxblood's turn.
<Zeiren> C-A: I'll finish this one off!  Keep the others safe!
<Gamemaster> (Serran's unconscious and sinking rapidly. I assume you're spending a CP to survive.)
<Zeiren> IM: Not like I have a choice.
<Helena> C: Zeiren, I hate to tell you, but I don't know how much more I can do. My capacities are pretty damn limited.
<Helena> IM: But I'll do it anyway if I have to.
<SerranDien> (Might as well. I must say I'm hoping not to have to do this again)
<Sigov> (Also: I take it Sigov is sinking in a mech that he can no logner control?)
<SerranDien> (YOU HEAR ME SERRAN? STOP DYING, DAMMIT. >:{{{ )
<Gamemaster> (Yes.)
* Oxblood heads for Sigov's disabled mech, and tries to keep him from... well... dying!
<Sigov> (roit)
<Zeiren> C-A: If you can!
<Gamemaster> (Hint: Build a mecha with more armor XD)
<Gamemaster> (Or more HP)
<Oxblood> (Or... both? *pinky to lips*)
<Zeiren> C-A: Just get Serran if you can...
<SerranDien> (Tip: More Armor == More CP)
<Sigov> (I would have prefered the blast. the mecha would still be running.)
<SerranDien> (That's what I get for making a stealth bot for this stuff, though)
<Zeiren> C-A: Don't worry about mine...
<SerranDien> (It counts for nothing. >:P)
* Gamemaster :: Oxblood reaches the wreckage of Serran's mecha and spots him sinking...he's free to grab him.
<Zeiren> (He said Sigov)
<Gamemaster> (Oh, wait.)
<Gamemaster> (OK.)
<Sigov> *The Seppo's sinking, too, though. ... Oh crap. We're in a "pick which one to save" scenario*
* Gamemaster :: I take that back. He gets to Sigov's mecha. It is lifeless and unresponsive, like a corpse that Helena hasn't had a chance to play with yet.
<Oxblood> *does so, and pulls him up as best he can...*
<Helena> (We may not be. We're just spitting up.)
<Zeiren> C-A: Get the rest to base, those of you who are still functioning!
<Oxblood> C-A: SIGOV, YOU BASTARD! NO ONE ELSE DIES TODAY!
* Gamemaster :: The sinking isn't such a big deal, but Oxblood has him. He can drag him back to base if he wants; he's got a strong enough mecha and they're /underwater./
* Gamemaster :: Sigov can't hear you. His comm isn't working.
<Oxblood> *is on his way!*
* Gamemaster :: The torpedo comes back toward Zeiren...
<Oxblood> Dammit.
<Zeiren> (Yay Flarelike!)
* Gamemaster :: But the discharger confuses it, and it flies up toward the flare, impacting it and exploding harmlessly. The squid mecha, thoroughly pissed off, charges straight at the Scelestus, attempting to grapple with those arms! Roll to dodge!
<Oxblood> C-A: I'm a tugboat, guys. Watch my six!
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 6
<Zeiren> (Can I parry?)
<Zeiren> (Or was that a crit?)
<Gamemaster> (It's a critical success, so you get hit no matter what you do.)
<Zeiren> (Damnit)
<Zeiren> (Well then...)
* Gamemaster :: And the Scelestus is officially being grappled.
<Zeiren> (From the front, I take it?)
* Gamemaster :: Yes. And it's Hel's turn.
<Sigov> (Hay)
<Sigov> (Was Serran's enemy squis destroyed in the blast?)
<Zeiren> (Yeah)
<Sigov> (Yay)
<Gamemaster> (Yep, it was close enough that it took full damage)
<Gamemaster> (The only surviving bogey is a badly damaged mecha that is currently grappling Zeiren)
* Helena , unsure of what else to do, heads over to Serran to check on him. Assuming that he's still alive, Helena knows she can't do much to help besides giving him some kind of chance at surviving the water and pressure and burns, oh my. This may hurt a little.
* Helena , despite being basically out of magical energy, does something rather rash. She casts "minor healing" on Serran for 3 HP, earning her two points of damage and the end to her magical resources even if it fails.
<Helena> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Helena rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 8
<Helena> (Success.)
* Gamemaster :: Serran's in no danger of dying, unless he's left to sink unconscious to the ocean floor.
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren, you've got squids on your face.
<Zeiren> (Idea!)
<Sigov> (Got some red on you.)
<Oxblood> (It sucks.)
* Helena pushes away from Serran's cockpit, and her com broadcast is filled with the sound of her coughing hoarsely until it abruptly stops as she cuts off her com.
<Zeiren> (Would it be possible to effectively grab a main part of the squid with a portion affected by the Field Ignition System?)
* Helena 's allies who can get a visual can see her literally curled up in the water as she enjoys the phsyical reward of her efforts.
<Helena> IM: shit....I...shit....
<Gamemaster> (Yes.)
<Zeiren> N: BAD MOVE, SQUIDFUCK!!!
<Gamemaster> (Make a normal melee roll.)
<Zeiren> *and suddenly, the hands of the Scelestus ignite in blue flame, and leap for the main body!*
<Zeiren> (oops!)
<Zeiren> roll -dice 3
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 -dice --> error: malformed expression
<Zeiren> (Oops)
<Zeiren> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 7
<Helena> (........)
<Gamemaster> (What did you DO?)
<Oxblood> (We're all too used to AIM.)
<Zeiren> (7 beats 16...)
<Gamemaster> dice 3
<Sigov> (He bitch slapped it and got a 7)
<Gamemaster> roll 3
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3 --> 4,15 3
<Gamemaster> roll 3d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Gamemaster rolled: :4,15 3d6 --> 4,15 10
<Gamemaster> (I am retarded for the moment)
<Helena> (Wow. We all suck at this suddenly.)
<Gamemaster> (Also you hit)
<Zeiren> (Roll damage?)
<Zeiren> roll 8d6*45
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Zeiren rolled: :4,15 8d6*45 --> 4,15 1485
<Zeiren> (Divide armor by 10)
<Helena> (I just realized Helena recovers HP faster than she recovers fatigue. Weird.)
* Gamemaster :: Zeiren's plasma weapon makes mecha-calimari out of his opponent!
* Zeiren is now known as Nanashii
<Gamemaster> (Calamari, I think, actually)
* Nanashii then tries to, if there ARE any, rip any mines off and just throw them FAR away
<Helena> (Yes. *prepares Shuttle Tiberian for the Mech Calamari*)
<Nanashii> KYAAAAAAAAAA~~~!
* Gamemaster :: Nanashii is thankfully free of mines! The mecha's frenzied efforts are for naught.
<Nanashii> Now, you see?!  THAT is how you do it in a manner of perfection!
<Helena> (You see, we must constantly make nerd references like the one I just made to assure ourselves that we are part of an in-group to which others, outsiders, do not belong and could not understand. This has been a note from your anthropologist.)
* Nanashii is now known as Zeiren
* Zeiren huffs and puffs...practically exhausted from the ordeal
<Cecil_Elmine> C: Are you guys alright out there? You'd better get back inside if the enemy has been dispatched...how is everyone doing?
* Zeiren then heads back to base
<Sigov> (... Serran)
<Zeiren> A-C: All enemies *pant* eliminated
<Oxblood> C-A: I'm doing fine...
* Helena turns her com back on.
<Zeiren> A-C: No damage suffered
<Helena> C: Guys. Serran?
<Helena> C: Som-- *coughs* Can you get him?
<Zeiren> A-C: Serran's in bad shape, and Sigov's out of action
* Gamemaster :: Serran's sinking to the bottom of the sea. I hope someone's going to attend to him.
<Oxblood> C-A: ... DAMMIT! Redford...
<Zeiren> A-C: Sure
<Zeiren> A-C: ...Redford is dead
<Oxblood> C-A: Motherf-... I know!
<Cecil_Elmine> C: Redford...is dead!?
* Zeiren reaches for Serran
<Helena> C: Yes, he---
<Oxblood> C-A: Just... fuck. So... pointless... FUCK! e_e
<Cecil_Elmine> C: What the hell? That's...
* Helena starts coughing again and turns off her com.
<Zeiren> A-C: Yeah.  Got caught right in a plasma-blade squidfuck hug
* Cecil_Elmine sighs heavily into his communicator.
<Zeiren> A-C: ...yeah...it's not pretty
<Zeiren> (I take it Zeiren's got Serran right now?)
<Gamemaster> (Sure)
<Oxblood> C-A: So, who's with me for making SentanCorp pay for this?
<Cecil_Elmine> C: You know I am.
<Zeiren> C-A: Let's just get back to base first...
<Helena> IM: I still... wanted to blow up... that stupid place...
<Zeiren> C-A: I'm all for kicking their asses.
<Cecil_Elmine> C: But we can't mount an assault until the base is finished...let's regroup for now.
<Zeiren> C-A: Return to base, everyone
* Zeiren does as he says
<Oxblood> C-A: Kind of the idea.
* Sigov has to rely on outside help, yes.
* Gamemaster :: Delta Unit pulls back to the base, as is commanded. Serran's mecha lies in a worthless heap at the bottom of the sea; Sigov's mecha, the engineers say, can be re-activated with a little bit of work.
* Oxblood is heading back
* Sigov will pour himself into the work, taking part in repairing his unit.
* Gamemaster :: Cecil, still in his armor minus the helmet, is standing over Serran, who has been temporarily confined to bed.
* Helena heads back and takes off her armor as quickly as possible, wanting to wash the taste of blood out of her mouth.
* Zeiren pays a visit to Serran first and foremost
<Cecil_Elmine> You guys survive some of the most amazing shit...
<Zeiren> Shit...that's just...damn.  I'm surprised he lived.
* Helena is feeling better after a couple of minutes and heads to see Serran.
<Helena> He all right?
* Oxblood finds a room to bash around in for a while...
* Sigov will likely visit later... when he's not half crazed. The poor tech crews.
<Zeiren> It's a pity Redford went.
<Cecil_Elmine> ...YOU should be in bed, too.
* Cecil_Elmine scowls at Helena.
<Helena> Yeah. I liked Redford. And don't you look at me like that! You leave me alone!
<Cecil_Elmine> Private Redford...he was a good man, if a bit abrasive at times...kind of like Private Kuragari.
<Zeiren> He got on my nerves at times, but he was a good guy.
* Zeiren shakes his head
<Helena> Redford had a decent head on his shoulders. I don't care if he was a prick with no sense of humor.
<Helena> Which he was.
<Helena> But I'm sure he'll be all right. He was a good enough guy.
<Cecil_Elmine> I hope /he's/ okay...I don't know what I'm going to do if we lose anyone else. I know this is war, and we're in the army, but it doesn't matter. It doesn't mean that you can't be sad to see your friends lose their lives in pointless conflict.
<Helena> IM: I can't imagine that Redford will have any trouble once he crosses over. 
<Zeiren> Seeing this really makes you think; we could die at any time.
<Cecil_Elmine> Helena, at least sit down or something. Doctor's orders. You look pretty bad.
<Helena> I am FINE. So stop pestering me. 
<Helena> I'm just tired.
<Zeiren> It's reasonable to mourn...but I feel it's not that good to fear the chance of your own number coming up...if it does, it does.
<Cecil_Elmine> Damnit, I'm not your senior officer, but as medical staff you're required by MAC protocol to listen to me when I tell you something is for your own health, or I'll have you court-martialed!
<Zeiren> Hey, you two.  Cool it, alright?
<Helena> You'll have me courtmartialed for co---fine. My Lord you're out of your mind.
* Helena sits in a chair next to Serran's bed.
<Oxblood> *goes to... wherever the rest of them are, axe on his back*
<Zeiren> We're ALL out of it.
<Cecil_Elmine> Just sit down, at least, so I can breathe a little easier.
<Helena> IM: At least Zeiren seems to get it now. 
* Gamemaster :: Serran's cell phone, which has been on him the entire time, suddenly starts ringing...
* Oxblood a bit scratched up, but fine*
<Zeiren> There's no point in fearing it.  But it's all--
* Zeiren looks at it and checks the caller ID
<Helena> IM: I'd answer it just for fun, but I don't know how to work those damned things.
* Gamemaster :: According to the display...
<Helena> IM: All those little buttons.
* Gamemaster :: ANONYMOUS CALLER
<Helena> IM: So damned many tiny little buttons.
* Zeiren picks it up and turns it on
<Zeiren> Hello?
<Sigov> (Redford: You still owe me five credits. e_e)
* Gamemaster is now known as Voice_from_cellphone
<Voice_from_cellphone> Hello? Serran?
<Zeiren> This isn't him.  Serran's out of commission for now.
* Helena sits back and drops as many eaves as she'd like.
<Voice_from_cellphone> What!?
<Voice_from_cellphone> What happened to him!?
<Zeiren> Yeah.  His Armor took a big one.
<Voice_from_cellphone> Damnit.
<Zeiren> It's surprising he's alive, when I think about it.
* Voice_from_cellphone :: You recognize the voice...it's Makura.
* Voice_from_cellphone is now known as Makura_cellularcall
<Zeiren> Makura?
<Makura_cellularcall> Yeah.
* Helena sits up.
<Helena> What?
<Makura_cellularcall> Zeiren, right?
<Zeiren> Right.
<Makura_cellularcall> I...only have a minute or two.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> ò_ô  
<Zeiren> Hm?
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford walks to one side
* Helena blinks.
<Zeiren> (Ghost!)
<Makura_cellularcall> That attack on the outpost...
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> ....You weren't kidding.
<Helena> Oh, Lord. Can't anybody just pass on? Hold on. Zeiren's on the phone.
<Helena> I'll get you in a second, okay?
<Makura_cellularcall> ...SentanCorp was looking for something. And they found it.
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford crosses arms.
<Zeiren> We got that much correct...any idea what it was?
<Helena> IM: Can't even be quiet while I'm trying to eavesdrop. Even the ghosts I KNOW are still rude.
<Makura_cellularcall> Some kind of prototype weapon. An orbital satellite. Its features are...currently unknown to me.
<Zeiren> ...shit...
<Helena> (Holy Eye!)
<Sigov> (... oy.)
<Zeiren> (HOLY Eye!!!)
<Zeiren> Whatever it is, it can't be good.
<Helena> (All we need is someone to punch it.)
<Makura_cellularcall> Listen to me. It seems that my entire family has gone crazy.
<Helena> (Elsa's sure as fuck crazy NOW, Makura! *grin*)
<Zeiren> You've got that right.
<Helena> (Either that or she's so nuts she's come around the other side and is sane again.)
<Makura_cellularcall> Kagero and Elsa are missing. My father is furious. I...
<Makura_cellularcall> ...he isn't stupid. He isn't going to trust me much longer. I can feel it.
<Zeiren> We've got Elsa.  Kagero, I don't know where he is, but we have his Armor
<Zeiren> ...Get out of there.
<Zeiren> I repeat, get the hell out of there.  I've got a bad feeling about this.
<Makura_cellularcall> I can't leave yet...almost. But not yet.
<Makura_cellularcall> I have one last thing to do here.
<Helena> Zeiren? Can you hurry it up? I think Redford is getting antsy.
<Zeiren> If you can't, then be careful.  Don't trust ANYONE.
<Makura_cellularcall> I found out the name of the scientist responsible for the development of the astral parasite technology. He's supposedly a brilliant techno-mage or something.
<Zeiren> Yes?
<Makura_cellularcall> Izue, I think. But I don't know if that's his surname or his given name, or even any further details about him...except one.
<Makura_cellularcall> Supposedly he's both a tek /and/ a mage.
<Zeiren> ...
<Zeiren> I've got a bad feeling about this.
<Zeiren> Do what you need to, and then get as far away as you can.
<Makura_cellularcall> I refuse to believe he's just some stuffy scientist. As soon as I find out a little more about him I intend to return to MAC Igala D.
<Zeiren> We don't need to lose anyone else.
<Zeiren> Don't dig too deep
<Makura_cellularcall> One more day here is all I need. Once I get back to Igala D, I imagine they'll deploy me to your current location.
* Helena shakes her head to Redford.
<Zeiren> I sure hope so...
<Helena> He needs a second, I think.
* Zeiren sighs
<Makura_cellularcall> They need an expert pilot to look after you losers.
* Makura_cellularcall :: *CLICK*
* Makura_cellularcall is now known as Gamemaster
* Zeiren chuckles
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford just stands there. Why he is being polite when he is dead is not certain.
* Zeiren turns the phone off
<Helena> Zeiren? Are you done?
* Zeiren replaces it on Serran, still chuckling
<Zeiren> Yeah.
<Helena> Okay, thank you.
<Gamemaster> (He's going to continue being dead no matter what he does. No point in being impatient.)
<Gamemaster> (He has the rest of his...life...to be...dead.)
<Zeiren> It's good that there's still some constants in the world.  Even if it is Makura being an absolute dick
<Helena> Whatever. Anyway. Like I said. Redford was waiting for you to finish.
<Helena> Redford? You need something?
<Cecil_Elmine> Redford?
* Zeiren nods
<Cecil_Elmine> ...he's a ghost? And he's here!?
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Not really.
<Helena> Yes. He's here. I talk to ghosts. Please stop looking at me like that, Cecil.
<Cecil_Elmine> ......
<Cecil_Elmine> You do realize that talking to ghosts is /weird,/ right?
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> This is like watching a train wreck sometimes. It's different being off the tracks.
<Sigov> (XD)
<Helena> I think I can do you a favor, Redford. You want to talk to the others?
* Zeiren smiles
<Helena> They can't see or hear you yet.
<Oxblood> (Y'know what? Oxblood's been there all along, silent.)
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Not in particular. Tell Private Oxblood "fuck you," though, for his helpful commentary on not panicking.
<Zeiren> (HAH!)
<Helena> Hey Oxblood? Redford says, "Fuck you for your helpful commentary on not panicking."
<Cecil_Elmine> I don't know what he's doing here, but I...
<Cecil_Elmine> ...
<Oxblood> ...
* Helena gives a thumbs up.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Thanks.
* Zeiren chuckles a bit
* Cecil_Elmine LAUGHS, in spite of himself.
<Oxblood> Sorry.
<Helena> Okay, seriously. Redford this is a pain. Let me manifest you, please?
<Zeiren> That...heh...
* Zeiren starts laughing
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> It might be easier if you just told me how this goes, so I can go about my business.
<Helena> Oh, that. Um, guys? You mind if Redford and I head off? We need to talk shop.
<Zeiren> Sure thing.
<Cecil_Elmine> ...yeah.
<Cecil_Elmine> Let him go. I imagine this is a lousy place for him.
<Helena> It sucks more than you can imagine, Cecil. I hope you never have to find out.
<Cecil_Elmine> Me neither.
<Helena> Redford? Shall we go chitchat elsewhere?
* Cecil_Elmine looks at the ceiling.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Might as well.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> ....
<Cecil_Elmine> Within three days, these barracks will be full of soldiers...
* Helena heads out, presumably with a ghost in tow.
<Cecil_Elmine> ...and within five, we're going to start drilling.
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford walks up to Zeiren, passes his hand--quickly--through Zeiren's face a few times.
* Helena snickers.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> ...Not as cathartic as it might have been if I still had physical form.
* Zeiren doesn't notice, of course
<Oxblood> ... good. e_e
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford follows Helena
<Helena> If you'd let me manifest you, you could have done that for real. But I guess it's not important.
* Helena heads to a suitably private place where she can have a suitably private conversation. Her room or some shit.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Nice room. I sense a theme.
<Helena> My room is irrelevant. 
<Helena> Anyway. Here's the deal.
<Zeiren> Heh...I'm going to catch some rest myself.
* Zeiren starts off toward his room...
<Helena> A reaper will come find you eventually. Especially because you're hanging out with me and I know for damn sure they're watching me. You need to go with the reaper.
<Helena> With me so far?
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Has there been someone who hasn't understood such a simple statement?
<Helena> Yes. Thousands.
<Zeiren> IM: This...has been a tough damn day.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Sad. And a little surprising.
<Helena> You'll be an easy job, I think. You can fill out paperwork, and you'll have to.
<Zeiren> IM: I don't like to think about the past, but it's hard to do otherwise for the time being.
<Helena> You'll be taken to Processing, and there'll be a man there named Kevin. He'll have your forms and shit.
<Zeiren> IM: Nothing some rest won't clear up...
<Helena> After that, you'll be guided where you need to go. I don't personally think you've got anything to worry about, because I've handled worse than you.
* Helena shrugs.
<Helena> You'll be fine.
* Cecil_Elmine looks down at Serran.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> One can only wonder what 'processing' means. Am I tax exempt? *dry humor!*
<Cecil_Elmine> He should be alright by tomorrow, I think...
<Helena> Processing is where your afterlife is decided and sorted out. There's an appeals process if you really think you belong someplace other than where you go.
<Zeiren> IM: ...damnit.  Thinking about her again...what's your issue, Zeiren?
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford appears to be thinking this over.
* Zeiren flops down on his bed, not bothering to change for the time being
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> This begs the question of what places there are.
* Oxblood heads back to his room
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> What my...options are.
<Helena> Oh, well. There's a generic good place, generic bad place--which is what I showed Elsa-- and then planes for individual deities. You'll figure it out. Most people do very quickly.
<Oxblood> (I need Sigov and Zeiren's last names, if that's possible.)
<Zeiren> IM: There's something different about her.  Something different from anyone I've really met before.  I can't really tell at all.
<Helena> If you have complications, there'll be people to help you sort out anything like that.
<Zeiren> (Aslan)
<Sigov> (Wiewyr)
<Oxblood> TO: zeiren.aslan@mac.dom, sigov.wiewyr@mac.dom
<Zeiren> IM: Meh.  Forget about it, man.  You can't win.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Deities. How archaic. I suppose such things don't really go out of style in the long term, though.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> .....
<Oxblood> SUBJECT: Grudges
* Helena laughs.
<Helena> Archaic. That's us in a nutshell.
* Zeiren reads over a book a bit, before drifting off to a rather peaceful sleep
<Helena> But they'll take care of you, I promise.
<Cecil_Elmine> (The afterlife is too archaic for Redford XD)
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> I don't suppose any magic works in this state.
<Helena> You don't want to linger long enough to learn your new abilities, Redford. Being a ghost is generally more awful than where that Kurogari girl is going to end up.
<Oxblood> BODY: Redford made this clear. This personal shit needs to end. I don't want grudges lurking after I die, or something.
<Oxblood> See me later. -Oxblood
<Helena> I'll feel a lot better if I know you'll be passing on properly.
* Oxblood hits SEND
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> So I'm supposed to sit here and do nothing until a...reaper...comes for me?
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> If it takes more than an hour, I'm going to look for the cryptology center.
<Helena> It shouldn't be long. They've gotten much better about catching ghosts since I came up with the process.
* Helena smirks.
<Helena> If you want to read or something, I can turn pages for you.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Would you.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Magical theory, if possible.
<Helena> Yeah, sure. 
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Oh.
<Helena> ...
* Oxblood is now known as Unknown
<Helena> What?
* Unknown energy fills the area... Helena can sense it.
* Zeiren is now known as Namagomi
<Helena> Ah, there's the cavalry, I think.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> I don't recall whether a will was stated in my terms of service. My door keycode is 64327, take whatever you'd like before they get to it.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> >_>
* Unknown is now known as A_Reaper
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Well, that was prompt.
<Helena> Okay, Redford. I guess. 
<Helena> For now, I think you're about ready to go. Take care.
* A_Reaper enters the room, blonde hair, covering one eye, holding a square-ended cane
<A_Reaper> Hey boss.
<Helena> IM: 64327. Stuff, I guess. Whatever.
* Helena points to Redford.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> *to Helena* I appreciate your wisdom and fairness. Thanks.
<Helena> He's your boss. Go talk to him. You don't work for me.
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford turns back to the reaper
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> ...Boss?
<Helena> And I always hated being called "Boss."
<Helena> Reshtaha is the boss.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Reshtaha.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Not very easy on the tongue.
* Helena turns to Redford.
<A_Reaper> You're the... mid-boss, then?
<Namagomi> (XD)
<Sigov> (=D)
<Namagomi> (Helena: I am not any ordinary mid-boss!)
<Helena> He's a good guy. God of death. I used to work for him. You could call me middle management.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> I prefer independent consultant, if you don't mind.
* Helena laughs.
* A_Reaper smirks
<Helena> No, I worked for him. I was... I was pretty involved in the ....the whole thing.
<Helena> So when I tell you you'll be fine, believe I know what I'm talking about.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Subcontractor, maybe
<SerranDien> (Helena: That's true NOW... maybe... but not before)
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Whatever.
* Helena smirks.
* Helena turns to the reaper.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> Are you just going to stand there, or don't we have some business? *to the Reaper*
<A_Reaper> We do...
<Helena> Well? Go take care of my squadmate.
<A_Reaper> I just wanted to tell you... "Helena"...
<A_Reaper> We're all pulling for you. *nod*
* Helena rolls her eyes.
<Helena> Just do your job. You're not here for me. You're here for him.
<A_Reaper> Yeah, I am.
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> You heard the man. *raises a fist in the cheer gesture* You can do it!
<A_Reaper> C'mon, Donovan. *pulls open a door... that was not there before!*
<Former_M-Pvt_Redford> It's about goddamned time.
<A_Reaper> I'll show you my side of things.
* Helena lifts a hand in a brief wave to Donovan.
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford walks through
* A_Reaper gives one last little wave to Helena, and follows Donovan through the door
* Former_M-Pvt_Redford is now known as _
* _ is now known as Priam
* Cecil_Elmine somehow manages to fall asleep in his chair...
* Helena sits down on her bed and puts her head in her hands. Why can't they just leave her alone?
<Sigov> (Now... Should we be done?)
<Cecil_Elmine> (Yep.)
<Namagomi> (Yeah)
<Helena> (Whoo!)
<A_Reaper> (Cool!)
<Sigov> (Wish I'd gotten to see Redford more.)
* Gamemaster :: Having successfully fended off an attack on the underwater base, Delta Unit prays that they can get a little bit of well-deserved rest.
* Gamemaster :: The price has been high--Private Redford's death will weigh heavy on the shoulders of his allies, and Serran's close call is yet another reminder of Delta Unit's mortality.
<Helena> (Helena is convinced that one of TWO sane squadmates she could depend on is now dead. Serran has to do the job himself now.)
* Gamemaster :: It is only a matter of time before the invasion of SentanCorp can begin--but what about this orbital weapon Makura mentioned? And the scientist he seemed so curious about?
<Priam> (I am sorely tempted to do what I did in Idran's game, and replace an exiting voice-of-reason character with a holy-shit-insane character.)
<Namagomi> (Reminds me of the end-of-chapter text in Shining Force)
* Gamemaster :: Tune in next week to find out more details about these and other events in the exciting world of Magitek Armored Corps 3092!
<Gamemaster> </RP>
<SerranDien> (God, please help us sinful children of Igala...)
* Helena is now known as Kai
<Namagomi> </RP>
* Gamemaster is now known as Archmage
* SerranDien is now known as Nakibe
* Sigov is now known as Besyanteo
* A_Reaper is now known as KingOfDoma
<Namagomi> Whew.  Good game, all.
<Besyanteo> Priam!
<Priam> ME
<Besyanteo> Make a compulsive gambler!
<KingOfDoma> You.
<Priam> .....Maybe!
<Kai> Make a compulsive vower!
<Kai> Or compulsive carouser!
<Archmage> Everyone gets 3 CP for valor in combat. Serran's going to have to have a replacement mecha sent down for the assault on the base.
<Besyanteo> ... oh lordy.
<Besyanteo> Amelia.
<Namagomi> 3 CP for valor...damn.  One more CP
<Archmage> Priam, however, gets 6 CP, which he is free to spend on a replacement character's abilities.
<Besyanteo> Also: 3 CP=very yay
<Priam> =D
<Namagomi> Need just one more...
<Priam> I'ma take one week off, though.
<Besyanteo> Time to make some of my skills not suck!
<Archmage> That's fine by me.
<Archmage> But you still get CPs, despite the fact that your character voluntarily died.
<Priam> *thumbsup!*
<Namagomi> Awards?
<Namagomi> I mean, non-CP-wise.
<Nakibe> Meh.
<Archmage> Redford obviously gets the "Fish Food" award.
<Nakibe> Time to jack this up, since all the stealth build stuff ain't working.
<Archmage> Cecil gets the "I Stayed Indoors the Whole Fight" award.
<Nakibe> Redford's replacement should get the "FISH FIGHT" award.
<Nakibe> Oh, wait no.
<Kai> Cecil gets the "Deus ex DieRoller" award.
<Archmage> Serran gets the "Not This Shit Again" award for losing his second mecha =P
<Priam> Oh god dammit.
* Priam knows a character concept!
<Kai> ....This can't be good.
<Priam> Nama, I will need your assistance.
<Namagomi> Mecha?
<Priam> Yep.
<Namagomi> Sure thing!
<Kai> Nama is our designated architect.
<Namagomi> XD
<Priam> He really is.
<Archmage> That's it for awards because I can't think of anything else.
<Kai> Oxblood once again wins the "And my Axe!" award.
<Besyanteo> Sigov gets the "Hay guyz, wats goin on in this base?"
* Kai laughs.
<Besyanteo> Award*
<Archmage> Everyone knew that there was going to be crazy underwater combat this session and it happened, so I don't think anyone was too surprised by the content of the game.
<Namagomi> I congratulate you on your evil
<Archmage> I am pretty proud of the AQ04-Kraken mecha I threw together.
<Kai> Zeiren wins the "I'm my mecha's bitch" award.
<Namagomi> THAT was sneaky as shit
<Namagomi> Nanashii wins the "I totally kick ass compared to my pilot" award.
<Kai> I can't do Helena's. Someone else do it.
<Priam> Helena wins the M. Night Shyamalan Protagonist award for seeing dead people. Still.
<KingOfDoma> The "Astral Symbiote's Mortal Enemy" award?
<Priam> Oh, I know
<Priam> The Demand-greater-than-Supply award, for being the Mage that everyone needed on the field!
* Kai cracks up.
<Kai> These are all better than anything I could have done.
* KingOfDoma gets to work on the Clone-O-Mat...
<Kai> "My name is Kagero Kuragari. You killed my mecha. And now. Prepare to die."
<Priam> Also, may I note that the graphic novel series Y: The Last Man is awesome.
<Besyanteo> *works on Sigov~*
<Namagomi> Note:  Zeiren will likely fill Serran in on the details
<Namagomi> From the conversation, I mean
<Besyanteo> Sigov will meet with Oxblood as requested!
<Kai> I can't believe that reaper was Kira from Bleach. He brought Wabisuke and everything.
<Kai> Charles is a goofy man.
<Besyanteo> and visit Serran when he's concious.
<Kai> Helena will not visit Serran. He's a big boy and he can take care of himself.
<Kai> So there.
<Nakibe> Here's a question I should've asked much much earlier.
<Nakibe> Is there an upgrade for mecha beyond the 200 point one?
<Archmage> NO.
<Archmage> Er.
<Archmage> No.
<Archmage> I did not mean to shout that.
<Nakibe> Hey, I didn't suddenly come up with a 10000 point build or anything. ;_;
<Priam> NO.
* Nakibe weeps
* Nakibe slaps Priam around a bit with a large trout
<KingOfDoma> ... 20,000?
<Nakibe> MEANIE! 
<Priam> 0,1NO.
<Besyanteo> Updated.
<Namagomi> Yeah...those Krakens were totally and completely evil little shits.
<Kai> Loved it.
<Kai> But then, I wasn't grappling them.
<Namagomi> Heh.
<Besyanteo> Grappling isn't the real bitch
<Besyanteo> it's getting mined for your trouble. Eh heheh.
<Namagomi> It was what they had for after the grapple
<Kai> I loved that, too.
<Namagomi> Smart touch adding missiles
<Kai> At some point the "Helena fix it!" has got to stop, though. I keep having to reach to make her spell selection do ANYTHING against giant robots.
<Kai> At least this time she didn't royally fuck herself like last time.
<Besyanteo> We did try to avoid it.
<Kai> The "fix it" or the royal fuckery on rye?
<Besyanteo> Then shit hit the fan, and she was the lucky girl not smeared in it.
<Kai> Yeah, she was.
<Besyanteo> the fix it.
<Kai> Her spells aren't designed to do jack shit against anything that isn't alive.
<Archmage> They couldn't JUST be grapple whores.
<Kai> I mean, give her a person and she's fine. But giants robots are impossible.
<Archmage> I mean, if you have eight arms with eight light plasma cutters, you should try.
<Archmage> But you've gotta have torpedoes.
<Besyanteo> I was morbidly amused to realize that the killing blow to Redford wouldn't have ahd any effect on Sigov.
<Kai> Redford is a mage. He is not in a giant metal suit of armor.
<Besyanteo> I know.
<Kai> Helena would have been in the same shape as Redford.
<Kai> She HAS BEEN, in fact.
<Kai> She just wasn't allowed to die.
<Besyanteo> Eh?
<Besyanteo> Ow.
<Kai> Helena got blasted point blank by the breath-weapon LASER BARRAGE from Kagero's dracolich. 
<Kai> She took nearly a thousand damage or something.
<Kai> Resh apparently veto'd.
<Besyanteo> ...
<Kai> Then she regenerated and freaked Cecil out.
<Kai> It was strange!
<Besyanteo> I have to see her as a crispy looney tune now.
<Besyanteo> er, toon.
<Kai> Try to imagine a human being with basically no flesh, a human being who somehow still has BONES only by an act of God.
<Kai> Then she regenerated and felt better.
<Kai> Took somewhere over a day for her to heal.
<Besyanteo> Monty Python would be proud.
<Kai> That sounds about right.
<Namagomi> Sorry about the "Helena fix it".  :(
<Kai> It happens. It's a lot like the "Zeiren blast it!" impulse.
<KingOfDoma> She's our Leela.
<Besyanteo> HA ha.
<Namagomi> Zeiren's good at blasting.  XD
<Kai> You'll notice that Helena is constantly demanding that Zeiren blow shit up.
<Kai> She may not know just how he does it, but she know it's his specialty.
<Namagomi> They're perfect for each other.  XD
<Kai> *she knows
<Besyanteo> BREAK IT!
<Besyanteo> FIX IT!
<Besyanteo> BREAK IT!
<Besyanteo> FIX IT!
<Kai> Ack.
<Kai> Talk about jailbait, jeez.
<Kai> Zeiren's.....
<Kai> How old is he?
<Besyanteo> She's out of his league by a few millenia. =D
<KingOfDoma> Just one and a half.
<Kai> If he's seventeen like I'm remembering....
<Kai> 1753 years his senior is Helena.
<Kai> And he was explaining to HER what Milf meant!
<KingOfDoma> One and three quarters, then.
<Besyanteo> And she doesn't look a day over 1349?
* Kai snickers.
<KingOfDoma> And plus, WHAT an ass...
<Besyanteo> Eh?
<KingOfDoma> You gotta work out ALL THE TIME for an ass like that. *nod*
<Besyanteo> Oh.
<Kai> ...yeah.
<Archmage> Or be functionally immortal.
<Besyanteo> Sigov: Thanks for noticing. o.o
<Kai> Stop looking at her ass.
<Kai> Stop that.
<KingOfDoma> No.
<KingOfDoma> YOU CAN NEVER STOP ME!
<Besyanteo> Also: Will Zeiren be going with Sigov to meet up with Oxblood?
<Namagomi> Likely.
<Besyanteo> Yay, bygones are bygones?
<Archmage> I almost want to use IRC for the next session because I like being able to make longer GM posts.
* Archmage laughs
<Namagomi> Heh
<Besyanteo> It's kidna neat, actually.
<Nakibe> IRC was really made for this sort of thing.
<Nakibe> Except for the dice rollers, and that can be fixed.
<Besyanteo> It has been, near as I can tell.
<Nakibe> Exactly!
<Besyanteo> roll 1d8#3d6*100 fish slap Shaun.
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Besyanteo rolled: :4,15 1d8#3d6*100 --> 4,15 1000, 4,15 800, 4,15 900, 4,15 1000
<Besyanteo> Aww, didn't keep it.
<Nakibe> roll 1d8#3d6*100 
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Nakibe rolled: :4,15 1d8#3d6*100 --> 4,15 800, 4,15 1300, 4,15 1000
* Nakibe slaps Besyanteo around a bit with a large trout
<Besyanteo> x.x
<Nakibe> FISH FIGHT!
<Nakibe> Also: Hmmm...
<Nakibe> 3#d6
<Nakibe> roll 3#d6
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Nakibe rolled: :4,15 3#d6 --> 4,15 4, 4,15 1, 4,15 4
<Nakibe> Damn. Highest only 4. >:{
<Archmage> roll 7#((1d8+1d6)*4+(3d20/2)+(80d3-1d12))+5
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 7#((1d8+1d6)*4+(3d20/2)+(80d3-1d12))+5 --> 4,15 216, 4,15 215, 4,15 218, 4,15 208, 4,15 197, 4,15 226, 4,15 207
<Kai> .....
<Nakibe> roll 1d666
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Nakibe rolled: :4,15 1d666 --> 4,15 132
<Namagomi> roll 1d666
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Namagomi rolled: :4,15 1d666 --> 4,15 211
<Nakibe> See? I've been a good boy.
<Archmage> roll d20+15
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 d20+15 --> 4,15 33
<Kai> roll 1d666
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Kai rolled: :4,15 1d666 --> 4,15 307
<Nakibe> roll 1d69
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Nakibe rolled: :4,15 1d69 --> 4,15 11
<Archmage> roll 1d1
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 1d1 --> 4,15 1
<Kai> roll 1d69
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Kai rolled: :4,15 1d69 --> 4,15 4
<Kai> Whoa.
<Archmage> roll 1dn
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 1dn --> error: malformed expression
<Kai> Sorry, Brian.
<Archmage> roll 1d2-3
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 1d2-3 --> 4,15 -2
<Nakibe> Heh.
<Nakibe> DIVIDE
<Besyanteo> roll 1d69
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Besyanteo rolled: :4,15 1d69 --> 4,15 36
<Nakibe> BY.
<Nakibe> TWOOOO~!
<Besyanteo> roll 1d666
<Archmage> roll 1d100/2
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Besyanteo rolled: :4,15 1d666 --> 4,15 144
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 1d100/2 --> 4,15 36
<Kai> Yay!
<Nakibe> Looks like we're all good little girls and boys today.
<KingOfDoma> roll d666
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15KingOfDoma rolled: :4,15 d666 --> 4,15 593
<Archmage> I love this dieroller, incidentally
<KingOfDoma> Not me. ^_^
<Besyanteo> EVIL!
<Nakibe> Except Charles.
<Nakibe> He's a bastard.
<Besyanteo> Horny?
<Kai> That's because we're talking about SKoD.
<Kai> That's all that is.
* Nakibe STABS KingOfDoma
<KingOfDoma> Ow.
<Kai> REGICIDE
<Archmage> roll (1d20/1d6)+4d8
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 (1d20/1d6)+4d8 --> 4,15 26
* KingOfDoma is now known as Don
<Kai> Oh, shit.
* Don is now known as DonBlackwell
<Archmage> roll 4$(1d20/1d6)+4d8
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 4$(1d20/1d6)+4d8 --> error: malformed expression
<Archmage> roll 4#(1d20/1d6)+4d8
<Cecil_Elmine> 12,15Archmage rolled: :4,15 4#(1d20/1d6)+4d8 --> 4,15 21, 4,15 19, 4,15 14, 4,15 21
<DonBlackwell> ... I'm sorry. My ears are burning.
<Kai> Lock up your helpless villagers.
<DonBlackwell> Could have SWORN I heard my name...
* Archmage sets mode: +b *!*@sa-DE3E2B5.cg.shawcable.net
* DonBlackwell was kicked by Archmage (We won't have your evil ass in my chat channel.)
<Besyanteo> Ha
<Nakibe> Hahahaa
* Kai laughs.
* Archmage sets mode: -b *!*@sa-DE3E2B5.cg.shawcable.net
<KingOfDoma> I'll note that booting someone uses Don's font.
* Retrieving #vesselofsouls modes...
<Kai> Charles, I can't message you.
<Besyanteo> I can't see him in this room.
<Kai> And yet, there's a message.
<Kai> And he's right. That's Don Blackwell's font.
<Besyanteo> AND NOW
* Besyanteo has left #vesselofsouls
<Cecil_Elmine> Huh?
<Cecil_Elmine> I was disconnected o_O
<Kai> Ha!
<Kai> I'm still here so far.
* Archmage has quit IRC (Ping timeout)
<Priam> =O
<Kai> ...
<Nakibe> I wonder if FFT:A 2 is going to be as lame as FFT:A plotwise?
<Kai> It apparently just noticed that there are two of him.
* Archmage has joined #vesselofsouls
<Priam> It does that
<Nakibe> Occasionally, yeah.
* Cecil_Elmine sets mode: +o Archmage
<Priam> The afterimage is traditionally caled a ghost
* Cecil_Elmine has quit IRC (Quit: I DO NOT NEED TO LIVE TWO LIVES)
<Kai> One of these handles has a future.
<Kai> The other?
<Kai> Does not.
<Kai> Sorry Cecil.
* Archmage changes topic to 'Since the RP is over, this channel is now pointless~'
<Kai> So?
<Kai> We're havin' a ball.
<Nakibe> Who cares?
* Kai dances a waltz.
* Kai grabs Brian and drags him along.
<Kai> For it is a ball!
* Nakibe puts on his sunglasses.
<Nakibe> We meet again, mister Ford. e.e
<Archmage> We do, indeed.
* Archmage is waltzed with
<Archmage> But, Mister Smith, what good is our meeting...if you cannot /speak/?
* Archmage sets mode: +m
* Kai laughs.
#vesselofsouls You need voice (+v) (#vesselofsouls)
* Archmage sets mode: +vvv Kai Namagomi Priam
<Kai> ......
<Kai> Whoa.
<Kai> Shaun. Free your mind.
<Kai> Free your mind.
* Archmage sets mode: -m
<Nakibe> Ohm.....
<Archmage> OK, the RP is over, everybody get out of this chat channel, we can always use IRC some other time if we decide it's necessary.
<Nakibe> Fine fine.
<Kai> Yay!
<Kai> I'll stay and log until you're all gone.
* Nakibe has quit IRC (Quit: )
* Namagomi was kicked by Archmage (Priam)
* Priam was kicked by Archmage (I SAID LEAVE)
* Archmage sets mode: +o Kai
* Archmage has quit IRC (Quit: I SLEEP NOW)
Session Close: Sun Jan 07 02:36:33 2007