[Nexus] WATCHTOWER 4: Doing Nothing, With Style (since 2009)

[Ashen Lilies]

Jutting out of the side of Overlook Waterfall like some sort of weird catherdral that got turned on it's side and converted into a fortress, is the WATCHTOWER.
Who built it? Unknown (A sect of mages known as the Dillinites). What purpose does it serve? Unknown (Dillinite Forward Command Base). How do people even know about these things? A sort of sixth sense, really, which tells everybody in Acronymia when a new thread is created (Unknown).


Previously abandoned, the WATCHTOWER has now been refurbished, thanks to the constant attentions of the members. However, due to recent events it still bears several craters and battle damaged bits and the like.

OOC NOTES & RULES


No destroying the place, or doing something to it that'll produce a similar effect (for example, no placing a massive time freeze on the entire area forever), unless it's part of an epic plot, and you've run it through me. You're allowed to damage it, but destroying it just takes the fun out of it for all the other players.
No godmoding/godmodding. Even if it's permitted in some ACRONYMs, it isn't in the WATCHTOWER. The occasional mishap's OK, repeated offense isn't.
Please try and keep posts longer than one or two lines of speech. Description is appreciated. One-or-two-liners that don't do much are OK once in a while - but not regularly.
If you want random smashy hahaN00BlulzFun, here's not the place. Anything spammy, random, or just plain annoying, can go! Of course, if your silliness is in moderation and well-roleplayed, and considerate of other players, then welcome in.
Romance/Fanservice/Secks/WOOHOO!/Whateveryawannacallit is acceptable here, but remember to curtain once it goes past the snuggling stage, and be aware that there may be IC repercussions for dropping the curtain whenever you're online, as this is a thread with a mission. And said mission does not involve f***ing like rabbits.





THE BUILDING


Ground Level/First Floor


Courtyard - A courtyard, surrounded by walls. Bare, and pretty much uncultivated, the courtyard is filled with grass, wild flowers and bomb craters. A gravel path leads from the main gates (or rather, what's left of them) to the main entrance. Off to one side is a well and an small, overgrown apple orchard, dotted with stones carved with fading runes of growth and plenty. Off to the other is what might have once been a vegetable garden, and a large animal pen, which is now an ad hoc stable building for the rare occasion people bring horses or other animal mounts to the WATCHTOWER. Near the building, against the cliffs, construction golems are building a sort of lift to the gantry up above.
Main Room - A sort of wide, square lounge area. There are several low tables and comfy chairs. To one side is a 'fireplace' which is really just a stone recess occupied by the illusion of a fire, and several heating glyphs (restored by KR). No chimney, you see. Several torch brackets hang on the walls but are empty. Light here is provided (as in all rooms of the building) by glyphs in the ceiling. At the back are three doors, leading to the barracks and stairway. Near the fireplace is a secret panel that when pressed by an active member opens up a Doorway to the Safe Room. Non-members pressing the panel will have no result.
Stairway - A small square room dominated by a spiral staircase which leads up the tower, to identical such small square rooms on every floor. Has two doors, which lead to the Main Room and Kitchen.
Kitchen - A kitchen. It contains modern kitchen equipment. It's also square. Has a door leading to the stairway. Has never been visited. Ever. For shame, people.
Barracks (East) - An 'L' shaped corridor, which leads off to several bunk rooms. Each room was originally designed to house four soldiers, but has since been re-furbished to provide a sort of quarters for a single (or perhaps two) member(s).
Barracks (West) - An 'L' shaped corridor, which leads off to several bunk rooms. Each room was originally designed to house four soldiers, but has since been re-furbished to provide a sort of quarters for a single (or perhaps two) member(s). One of the rooms has become a miniature shrine to the Demon Dalachrech, Lord of Invertebrates.
Showers - A shower room accessible at the end of each barracks corridor.
...
Wait wait wait, public showers? How barbaric! :smallyuk: Public MIXED-SEX Showers? How... Yeah, it's barbaric. :smalltongue:




Second Floor


Stairway - A small square room dominated by a spiral staircase which leads up the tower, to identical such small square rooms on every floor. Has four doors, which lead to the Library, Offices, Infirmary and Labs.
Library - A large room, with a large window that overlooks the courtyard. In the center of the room is a statue, perhaps a shrine to some long-forgotten god of knowledge, that has been covered with a purple cloth, and a sign that warns 'Do Not Remove Upon Pain of Death.' How strange. Radiating out from the statue are masses upon masses of shelves, upon which sit books on all topics, but mostly magic. At one wall is a secret panel that when pressed by an active member opens up a Doorway to the Safe Room. Non-members pressing the panel will have no result.
Offices - A sparse room that doesn't see much use. The office contains a back-up mainframe, as well as filing cabinets where hard copies of important information (and member forms) are stored. The offices also provide storage space for the dozen or so Construction Golems that were left behind.
Infirmary - A stark white clean room, with several partitions. Each segment contains a bed, as well as various medical equipment both magical and technological. The beds themselves are sturdy, quite comfortable, and also have straps if restraining the patient is necessary. There are several shelves in each section containing medicine and healing herbs and stuff.
The Labs - Previously where the Dillinite mages performed unholy experiments and summoned volatile beasts. The first room is a semi-circular one, which leads to four labs which are separated from the 'main' room by thick blast doors and decontamination chambers. Access to this room is restricted to Members only, or guests accompanied by a Member, as determined by a magical handscanner. The four labs vary wildly in appearance, due to the differing styles of the resident MAD SCIENTISTS (and mages). Each one, however, contains magical interface panels linked to computers, which can be used to control laboratory functions.




Third Floor


Stairway - A small square room dominated by a spiral staircase which leads up the tower, to identical such small square rooms on every floor. Has four doors, which lead to the Security Room, Arena and the two Vaults.
Security Room - Access restricted to Members only, as determined by a magical handscanner. If WATCHTOWER were a ship, this would be the bridge. Overlooking the courtyard, this room is filled with magical interface panels which control the base defenses, internal and external, as well as the prison cells. Computer wires and ports interlink with the panels, converting mana signals into binary, allowing control from one of the computer terminals in the room for the less magically inclined. The computers are also wired to the WATCHTOWER mainframe, which is located in this room, allowing for access to the main database. The mainframe can only be accessed from the computers in this room. Internal defenses include magical forcefields in every doorway that can be activated singularly, or all together in an emergency. External defenses include extra strong magical forcefields on the main gate and doors, as well as magical forcefields over the windows. There are also a variety of cunning magical traps buried in the courtyard and the path to WATCHTOWER, that may be deployed for explosive effect. Forcefields may remain active for roughly 4 hours before having to recharge (for 24 hours), or until they are beaten down or dispelled. Traps take a roughly 12 hours to recharge. Simply dispelling the forcefield or traps (or indeed, any of the various glyphs in the building) only deactivates them. More powerful spells (like a Mage's Disjunction, for instance) must be used to get rid of them permanently. At one wall is a secret panel that when pressed by an active member opens up a Doorway to the Safe Room. Non-members pressing the panel will have no result.
Arena - A large, squarish (and yet also roundish) Arena. It's been somewhat refurbished as a training room/gymnasium, with some training equipment, a few dummies and bags and a weapon's rack.
Prison Cells - A 'C' shaped corridor that surrounds the Arena. The prison cells are actually along the inside of the C, allowing them to open up directly into the Arena. Something that the Dillinites used regularly, to much enjoyment. The cells are sparse, three walled affairs containing a chamberpot and a mattress. The rear wall is hinged, to open into the Arena. The front of the cells is barred, of course, and the bars can be magically charged or supplemented by a magical forcefield, activated from the Security Room.
Vaults (East) - An 'L' shaped room, this particular Vault acts as an armory, containing racks of weapons and armor (magical or not) left behind from the Dillinite days, as well as a few extra additions.
Vaults (West) - An 'L' shaped room, this particular Vault holds some gold, and would hold other items of great value (including artifacts) except there aren't any. Has higher security and more traps and forcefields than the other vault, except there's nothing much to guard. Sorry! Come back later and try again.




Basement


Safe Room - A large room located deep underground, filled with mattresses and several months of consumables. Virtually impregnable, and accessible from the main building only via secret Doorway in the Main Room, Library, Security Room or Observatory. The Doorway may also be used to return to any of these locations (even by non-members, if they entered through different means or as a guest). In the back is a small door that leads to the Escape Tunnel. There is also a large bronze door, locked and inscribed with runes of sealing and warding, which leads to the Catacombs. This room is teleport proof, scry-proof, psi-proof, spy-proof, teleprot proof, and whatever other proofs you care to imagine (including 180-proof!) save for Epic MagicTM.
Escape Tunnel - A long tunnel. It leads to a hidden one-way trapdoor further south, near the Taverna Generica.




Catacombs

A bunch of catacombs and stuff below the basement. Excitement and plots sure to be found here, as well as a viable avenue for a sneak attack. This isn't technically, part of the building, merely a network of DungeonsTM under it. NO probably has a tunnel leading into here. If not, they're being painfully lax with their network.



Observatory Level


Observatory - Accessible through a trap door at the top of the spiral staircase. The room is enclosed at the front half by a tremendous glass dome, which serves as the focus for the powerful scrying spell etched all around. In the center is a raised circular viewing platform, with more runes etched around. On three sides are magical interface panels linked to computers like in the Security Room. The computers here are partially networked to the Security Room computers, and allow searching to a copy of the Central Database. The computers and interface panels are primarily used, however, to control the view from the observatory. The scrying spell is capable of reaching across a large area of the planet, as well as deep space. Things can also be viewed from any angle, eliminating conventional obstacles, however things underground or inside buildings cannot be seen. The scrying can of course be severed, blocked or traced back to its source using magic. There is a door to the side of the Observatory that leads to the Airship Gantry. At the back wall, opposite the Gantry door is a secret panel that when pressed by an active member opens up a Doorway to the Safe Room. Non-members pressing the panel will have no result.
Airship Gantry - Jutting out the side of the cliff, and even slightly set into it for protection, is an large gantry, accessible from the Observatory, which acts as the dock for WATCHTOWER's Zeppelin, which has yet to be named. It's pretty awesome. There is room for expansion, and the WATCHTOWER construction golems are starting to build a large lift so that land-based vehicles and mounts can be stored up here as well.

::Vehicles::

A large, heavily armored zeppelin with psychedelic patterns painted all over the envelope, as well as a pair of angry eyes and mouth. The gondola, while not as eye-blindingly colorful, has a memorial to Butler B. Butler painted on the side. The zeppelin has a rather large cargo hold, as well as a separate bomb-bay, which can drop rather large bombs (though they are currently in rather short supply). It's armed with a rather heavy variety of weapons, including: two disruptor quad-cannons mounted in the aft of the envelope (one ventral, the other dorsal); two heavier disruptor quad-cannons mounted on either side of the gondola and two long-range flamethrowers mounted on the fore. The thing is powered by one of DC's zero-point modules, and can pretty much stay aloft and fire forever, carrying no fuel except for that which goes in the flamethrowers. It has energy shielding, though prolonged use cuts into the ship's energy supply significantly.
A smaller airship stolen from Lethargia, built for transport. It has controls, two seats for the pilot and co-pilot, and cages in the back for prisoners. It's presumably driven by combustion engines and propellers. Not after KR's done with it, though.





MEMBERSHIP FORM

Name: (Include Titles and Aliases your character would be willing to divulge)
Alignment: (Your character may well lie here)
Age: (As a rule, we tend to frown on toddlers grouping up to fight Eldritch Abominations and psychotic liches.)
Sex: (People who answer 'yes' or otherwise engage in similar smartassery will be shot.)
Species: (If a dog or other animal/creature without thumbs, a pawprint is perfectly acceptable here. The other fields... get a scribe or something.)
Profession/Class: (Pretty straightforward, really.)
Power Level: (Using the Quinsarian Rating)
Power Source: (Natural, Supernatural, Science, Arcane, Divine)
Other Important Information: (General Warnings, FYIs and death-threats against those who would kick your puppy.)



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Hey look. Nothing. Wow, I must have been incredibly clear and easy to understand then.



LIST OF MEMBERS


KR (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6884776&postcount=3) - Kid Kris
Darkcomet (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6886219&postcount=8) - Darkcomet
Wenomir (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6893601&postcount=9) - Morty
Decker (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8926720&postcount=922)- happyturtle (unofficial)
Dominic (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6910832&postcount=86) - billtodamax
Mipaff - Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
Squeaky Shoes Man (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6922161&postcount=147) - Reinholdt
Crodelus (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6927038&postcount=161) - Hyozo
Terrowin (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=6998420&postcount=336) - Earl of Purple
Briony Davena (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=7095027&postcount=572) - happyturtle
Karuka Kurosawa (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=7225014&postcount=788) - horngeek
Turtle Brightember (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8926720&postcount=922) - happyturtle
Yamako - iElf
Darius Jaezred (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8310256&postcount=954) - Darius Midnite
Kazio (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8647514&postcount=330) - Beans
Shawna von Letters (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8646746&postcount=316) - The Bushranger
Jeremy (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8982542&postcount=1045)- Wolfbane
Ilyena (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=8996043&postcount=1132) - The Moff
Sunny Evans (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9107724&postcount=628) - happyturtle




This OP will be subject to updates, so even though major updates will be posted or generally mentioned in the Nexus OOC thread, it would be advisable that you check back regularly. Also, whenever this thread reaches 50, I'd ask no-one else start the new thread, at least until all the pictures are in, or until I say okay.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

It'll be a few minutes, but the 7ft tall silver figure steps out and tries to pass her his coat to put up. "No, thank you. I...I need a minute."

[The Bushranger]

Shawna nods, and accepts the coat. "Understood," she says simply, as she hangs it up, then heads back to finish preparing the coffee for when he's ready.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna will find the coat extremely heavy for what it is, about 60lbs, if not more. He takes a mug after a moment. "Sorry for what I did back there."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna is a little surprised by the weight at first, but quickly compensates, having no problem at all with it.
"For what, exactly, are you sorry?" she asks. "If it is for getting...carried away with your duties, you are not alone in doing so," she admits.

[Morty]

[Infirmary]

Wenomir undeadtimes there, as Reinholdt's interrogation seems to be drawing to a close.

[Not Infirmary]

Mark is asleep. Being an outsider, he doesn't need to sleep, but he likes to.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]


"Wait, you put a tap in his neck?" :smallconfused:

"I'm shocked you didn't notice it. What with the thing in my neck and my complete lack of moving despite the straps already being undone." :smallannoyed:

After a while of the thing in his neck, Reinholdt will start moving his hands again, opening and closing his fist as he stretches them. Seems to be coming out of it alright. Hopefully those electrical burns won't leave any permanent scarring or anything.

[Falgorn]

[The Door]

Knoc knock, there's someone at the door.

[Morty]

And Wenomir's plot clone seems to be the only one who can answer it. So he does.

[Falgorn]

At the door is...a man. Well, not exactly. A man wearing a large robe, with a long, white beard, and eyes that burn green fire. A man that...isn't a man at all, a skeleton, rather. The bearded skeleton smiles a toothy grin at Wenomir.

[Morty]

Yes, what is it? Only in the Nexus can one say something like that when a bearded skeleton shows up at one's door.

[Falgorn]

"Not a very polite way to greet a guest, now is it, Mr. Man?" he says, his voice deep and cheerful, which is surprising, for someone that looks like him. "Nice place you got here. Can I...look at it?"

[Morty]

Wenomir sighs. Unless you want to join or have something you want to get done, I'm afraid there's not much to do or look at in our base.

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

"Well, I didn't notice you were paralyzed."
KR sits on a chair near the bed, pulls out a sheaf of paper and starts writing on it while Reinholdt is recovering from his electrocution. After a while, she folds it up into a paper airplane, mutters something, and throws it out the window, whereupon it flies unerringly to GLoG (where it arrives several hours ago). Luckily the storms have stopped, or it would have been soaked.

[Airship Gantry]

Meanwhile, alongside DC's repair of Airship A. Airship (which still needs an official name or something), the construction golems have finished stripping down the other airship. Which I've decided to name Enterprise, because it fits seeing as it's a mostly scientific craft, Voyager left a bad taste in my mouth (despite being arguably more appropriate) and I am a colossal geek like that. I guess Airship A. Airship needs to be named Executor or something to fill out the geek circle.
Anyway. Now they've started to screw the bases for the new 'motors' on, which will be enchanted later when KR finds a wizard better than she is, as well the housing for what will eventually be a dimensional engine. The theme of the stripping-downness seemed to be the removal of as many moving parts as possible, though any electronics (including the control panel) were left in.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Reinholdt does not understand how someone could not notice things like that. But he's spent a large part of his career training to notice things. The time distortion is a neat trick though, he'll have to admit.

After a while, he'll get use of his limbs back and start stretching three out of the four before reaching out to grab a crutch should it have been provided, so that he may get out of bed.

"I can't say it was a pleasure. But I wish you luck all the same."

"Some of you anyways." :smallannoyed:

[Falgorn]

Wenomir sighs. Unless you want to join or have something you want to get done, I'm afraid there's not much to do or look at in our base.

"I have something I want to get done...
But, being part of your club sounds fun too..." He scratches his bearded chin with his bony fingers, after which he snaps aforementioned fingers. "Sign me up, boy!"

[Morty]

Wenomir folds his arms across his chest. Do you know what the purpose of this organization is?

[Falgorn]

"Not in the slightest. In fact, when I was skipping down the lane this morning, smelling the roses, this was the first time I noticed it." he says, sarcastically. "Yes, of course I know what the purpose of this organization is!"

[Morty]

Wenomir rolls his eyes. He wouldn't have ben surprised if the first version had been true, really.
Fine. Fill out this form and you're in. It's not like we have an overabundance of members.

Name: (Include Titles and Aliases your character would be willing to divulge)
Alignment: (Your character may well lie here)
Age: (As a rule, we tend to frown on toddlers grouping up to fight Eldritch Abominations and psychotic liches.)
Sex: (People who answer 'yes' or otherwise engage in similar smartassery will be shot.)
Species: (If a dog or other animal/creature without thumbs, a pawprint is perfectly acceptable here. The other fields... get a scribe or something.)
Profession/Class: (Pretty straightforward, really.)
Power Level: (Using the Quinsarian Rating)
Power Source: (Natural, Supernatural, Science, Arcane, Divine)
Other Important Information: (General Warnings, FYIs and death-threats against those who would kick your puppy.)

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

Reinholdt does not understand how someone could not notice things like that. But he's spent a large part of his career training to notice things. The time distortion is a neat trick though, he'll have to admit.

After a while, he'll get use of his limbs back and start stretching three out of the four before reaching out to grab a crutch should it have been provided, so that he may get out of bed.

"I can't say it was a pleasure. But I wish you luck all the same."

"Some of you anyways." :smallannoyed:

"Where do you plan on going? I think it's best if we keep in contact, in case something comes up."

[Reinholdt]

"I'm going to do what I originally intended and go to the Taverna." And get very, very drunk.

"Afterwards... I dunno. Not like I have a home or anything." And he's not sure he can face Melody right now. Not with this Shepherd mess. He doesn't even have his upper level taverna room anymore and the Citadel is off limits to him, not that he'd go there anyways.

"And the Admiral took my phone." Does that bastard have NO morals?!

[Falgorn]

Name: Crazy Old Adam, OR Zephyr.
Alignment: Neutral.
Age: 170.
Sex: How about...male.
Species: Lich, I guess.
Profession/Class: Skeletal Mage!
Power Level: About a five or six, when using normal power.
Power Source: Arcane and divine!
Other Important Information: I like cats. But I especially like Parakeets.

"Well, there you are."

[Morty]

Wenomir takes the form. Good enough. Welcome onboard and prepare to fight off the oncoming apocalypse.

[Falgorn]

"Sounds enjoyable enough. What are your plans for fending off aforementioned doom?" Crazy Ol' Adam asks, hobbling into the building.
((Deadtime.))

[Ashen Lilies]

"Alright then, here."
She tosses him a phone. Because she totally carries a spare around with her at all times. A spare with a locator. But she won't mention that. She knows Reinholdt will probably guess there's one anyway.

[Reinholdt]

He frowns. Stupid locator phones. Fine. Whatever. Not like he's going off to destroy Inside or something idiotic like that. He'll keep it for now.

"Alright. Call me if you need me I guess."
He hobbles towards the Infirmary exit and barring any interruptions, towards the Watchtower's exit.

[Morty]

"Sounds enjoyable enough. What are your plans for fending off aforementioned doom?" Crazy Ol' Adam asks, hobbling into the building.
((Deadtime.))

Murder the perpetuator with extreme prejudice. Wenomir shrugs. And when the lich deadtimes, his plot clone disappears while his normal version is still technically in the infirmary.

[happyturtle]

Isn't KR going to remove the anti-magic glyph first? And give him something to finish healing his burns? :smalltongue:

[Reinholdt]

The burns will probably be ok with whatever Jeremy gave him. Perhaps.

Reinholdt's player hadn't forgotten the glyph, even if Reinholdt himself appears to.

Whether KR chooses to stop him or not...
((deadtime))

[Ashen Lilies]

"Wait, don't you want that anti-magic glyph off your shoulder?
If Reinholdt lets her, she'll remove it for him. Of course, at the same time she'll attempt to insert another, more subtle magic under his skin. A magical locator, so she can track him down even if he disables or ditches the locator phone. It's unlikely to be discovered except by a mage significantly more powerful than KR (which, to be fair, means most PC mages around unless they're specifically underpowered) who's looking for it. Of course, there's always the chance that Reinholdt could suffer a freak arm amputation, but KR's willing to risk it.
The burns... he's on his own. Anyway, it's best to let him keep them as a reminder of what happens when you try to escape WATCHTOWER.

[Morty]

When Reinholdt leaves, Wenomir shakes his head. And here I was hoping he'd be less crazy than Reinholdt Prime.

[Moff Chumley]

If there is one thing I have learned from studying magic and magic-users, it's that madness comes in quite a few flavors, and it happens to everyone eventually. Anyhow, what's the plan now?

[happyturtle]

Decker wanders up to KR and co. "Another hell portal opened up. Near GLoG, I think." She's a ten year old girl with white hair, red eyes, and devil horns.

[Moff Chumley]

Ilyena raises an eyebrow, but nods his head.

[Morty]

Wenomir nods as well. This needs to be investigated. Who's going to go there?

[Moff Chumley]

I'll go. I'm not accomplishing much sitting around here, am I?

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Reinholdt's eyes narrow as his head twitches ever so slightly.
"You put an anti-magic glyph on me?!" And here he originally thought it was to heal the bullet wound on his shoulder.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
"No. I don't want you to. You have shown yourselves to be time and again untrustworthy and hell if I'm going to let you near me again."

He starts to storm out, pausing in front of Wenomir, looking at him with a mixture of anger and sadness.
"You... you disappointed me. I trusted you to check up on me, not to... not to... not to do drag me here to do things Calublufiok would do to me. Don't let me see you ever again." :smallfrown:

Reinholdt continues his path to leave, and if he makes it outside will ditch his phone pretty much immediately. He wants no association with this hive of scum and villainy poorly disguised as saviors.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna is a little surprised by the weight at first, but quickly compensates, having no problem at all with it.
"For what, exactly, are you sorry?" she asks. "If it is for getting...carried away with your duties, you are not alone in doing so," she admits.

Jeremy shakes his head sadly. "I didn't get carried away doing my duty. I've tossed it aside." he says, sounding a bit ashamed as he admits it. "I needed to distance myself from it, to do what I feel needs to be done." He gestures around the room. "Do you honestly think any of what I've gathered here is legal where I'm from?"

[Moff Chumley]

((Now I have to decide if Kaela's BS applies to Ilyena, or if I can make up some excuse that keeps him from being as useless as The Moff was...))

Want me to track him?

[happyturtle]

((Two options: 1. Ignore it. 2. Have the first few spells fail before he learns to compensate. If he travels between worlds, he's got to be used to dealing with varying levels of background magic.))

"Bye!" Decker says, waving cheerfully to Reinholdt.

[Moff Chumley]

((Well, I can play up the "multiple types of magic" aspect... I really don't feel like having another useless character.))

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

"Where you are from? Most probably not. Here? Aside from the Empire, there are not very many laws present here. However," Shawna pauses, then continues. "Even one such as I must confess that there are times when the law prevents the disbursement of justice."

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

"Place called St. Louis." he says, sighing a bit. But his face turns hard when he hears what she says. "Then break law." Jeremy nearly growls as he stands, putting his hands onto the desk to keep them from turning to fists. "Justice is what deserves to be served, not bureaucratic brown nosing."

Ouch, sounds like he's had personal experience with it.

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

"I do. I once allowed myself to 'be seduced' into a most...kinky...relationship in order to arrest a significant evildoer," Shawna explains. "And may I inquire as to the composition of the armour that is lining your coat? I found it to be quite intriguing."

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Jeremy would breathe in slowly and deeply if he could, but he can't as his body doesn't breathe. That was probably the hardest thing to get used to. It had helped his stress, and it was what made it so hard for him to relax now.

It takes a few moments for his temper to cool, but it does. "It's just kevlar. Makes the coat bullet proof, but it's heavy. Luckily this body is stronger than my old one."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

"Ah. Kevlar is still used in my time in specialised applications. I would offer to provide a lighter, stronger material to replace it, however I am uncertain as to whether the proper ingredients for its manufacture are available here."

If Shawna notes Jeremy's near-explosion, she doesn't comment on it.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's room]

Jeremy shrugs. "This was the best I could buy back home. There was stronger stuff, but it was used by military only. Civilian forces weren't allowed to have it." As Kael's magic stuff takes effect, his coat's runes begin to writhe visibly and his weapons glow dimly with white light. "What the..."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

"In the thirty-seventh century, there is only warmilitary and civilan equipment are..."
The rest of Shawna's statememnt goes unknown, as both her eyebrows raise high, watching the glowing, writhing, and other fun magical effects.

[billtodamax]

Dominic finally breaks free of his deadtime and wanders downstairs, digging through a cupboard bleary eyed, before pulling out a near empty bottle of Vodka, and glaring at it. He puts it back in and looks around the main room.

He slumps in a couch.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Jeremy reaches out to touch his coat. "I'm not sure..." Seeing nothing else to do, he puts it on. Hell, he had a decent life till recently. When he does so, the runes squirm, sliding off the coat and onto his metal flesh, hiding from the light. He shudders a bit. "That was...disturbing."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

"That is one way of putting it. And that may have been a bad move," Shawna points out. "It appears a state of Wild Magic has...affected your enchantments. Wild Magic can be extremely dangerous, especially seeing as it appears to now be bonded to you instead of your coat."

[Ashen Lilies]

[Infirmary]

Reinholdt's eyes narrow as his head twitches ever so slightly.
"You put an anti-magic glyph on me?!" And here he originally thought it was to heal the bullet wound on his shoulder.

Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
"No. I don't want you to. You have shown yourselves to be time and again untrustworthy and hell if I'm going to let you near me again."

He starts to storm out, pausing in front of Wenomir, looking at him with a mixture of anger and sadness.
"You... you disappointed me. I trusted you to check up on me, not to... not to... not to do drag me here to do things Calublufiok would do to me. Don't let me see you ever again." :smallfrown:

Reinholdt continues his path to leave, and if he makes it outside will ditch his phone pretty much immediately. He wants no association with this hive of scum and villainy poorly disguised as saviors.

KR flashsteps into the courtyard gateway, in front of Reinholdt, stumbling a little. See, with all that magic floating around and her being unskilled at channelling, it's just as likely to kill her as it is to produce comically overcharged spells.
...
I'd hate to see someone try to cast in the Weald while all this apocalypse is going on. :smalltongue:
"Come on now, be reasonable." :smallannoyed:

[Moff Chumley]

Ilyena tsks as KR teleports off, walks downstairs, and sits down on the couch next to Dominic. Hello...

[Reinholdt]

((Two options: 1. Ignore it. 2. Have the first few spells fail before he learns to compensate. If he travels between worlds, he's got to be used to dealing with varying levels of background magic.))

"Bye!" Decker says, waving cheerfully to Reinholdt.
Reinholdt waves back, less cheerfully and more sarcastically. "See you in Hell." And keeps walking.


KR flashsteps into the courtyard gateway, in front of Reinholdt, stumbling a little. See, with all that magic floating around and her being unskilled at channelling, it's just as likely to kill her as it is to produce comically overcharged spells.
...
I'd hate to see someone try to cast in the Weald while all this apocalypse is going on. :smalltongue:
"Come on now, be reasonable." :smallannoyed:
And stops.
"Reasonable?! Reasonable is asking someone to help you! Reasonable is not chaining people to tables and electrocuting them and paralzying them and interrogating them! Reasonable is giving someone a chance to at least try to cope when their past and their mistakes come back to haunt them, even when they try to put things behind them and make right. HE'S MY SON DAMNIT! Could you even imagine shooting DarkComet?!" :smallmad:

"I know you people think of me as a third rate citizen. A criminal who you only keep alive because things like this happen where my information can become important. And maybe that's all I am. But I would have told you what you wanted to know for free."

"Now I neither want, nor require your assistance in removing your glyph. I'll find some mage to do it for me. Please step out of my way."

[Ashen Lilies]

Don't tell the mass murderer who she can and can't imagine killing.
"So you would have told us for free. Well see, we didn't know that, and in our line of business you don't take risks like that. Especially not after what happened with the other you."

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt mulls this over a bit in his head.
"The other me? Let me guess. You weren't threatening him at all before he pulled the gun on himself? Did you ask him nicely and he refuse to help? Is that what happened? Come to think of it, why was he even here?"

[Ashen Lilies]

"Yes."
Technically true. They asked him 'nicely' first, and KR never threatened him until after he went all crazy and pulled out a gun.
"He came to us of his own accord. He thought his old kingdom had outlasted him and we were lackeys of his regime. He got quite upset when he found out it died with him."

[Reinholdt]

"Uh-huh."

Objection!
Reinholdt quotes.

"We tried to get him to answer the same questions as you, but he pulled a gun on himself and promised us that if we didn't let him go, he'd shoot himself and join Shepherd in his plans."

"You were threatening him. Perhaps not physically. And you were probably right to do so. But don't use his reaction to that as a BS cover story as to why you did what you did to me."

"What are you looking for here? Justification for what happened? You aren't getting it because it wasn't. Hope that I'm going to change my opinion of this organization? Not today. Maybe you'll prove yourselves later or something, but you're not going to standing in my way like that. Continued source of information? I already told you I would tell you what you needed for free. I want this world around as much, perhaps even more than the rest of you and though I think you're all a bunch of bastards, you might end up doing some good. That doesn't mean I'm going to be at your beck and call. Track me down just like everyone else has to."

"Now are you going to let me go or should I go back inside and find a nice cell?"

[happyturtle]

[Barracks]

And it's about this time that Issi and three other devil imps come fleeing through a portal bearing an unconscious woman (http://melyannam.deviantart.com/art/Persephone-101744543) that KR and Wenomir should remember, and that Kal and Mark probably recognize as well.

"Lady Dekaros!"

[Ashen Lilies]

KR steps aside.

Kal leaps up as he sees the Iron Queen unconscious and pulled out of a portal.
...
:eek:

[Reinholdt]

"Thank you."
And Reinholdt leaves. Supposedly. Tries for like the fifth time anyways.

((deadtime))

[happyturtle]

Decker comes flying (not literally) into the room when she hears Issi screaming, only to trip over an uneven patch in the floor and land hard, skinning her knees and her palms. "Issi?! What ... how..."

"The Beast." Issi says, panting. "The General holds... him off. He says you... have to protect the Queen!" And then the little imp bursts into tears.

[Ashen Lilies]

"Wait, the Hell he's invading is our Hell now!?"
So... confusing...
"But what about-"
Morgana!

[happyturtle]

"<Morgana is safe, I think,>" one of the other imps says in Infernal. "<At least for now. A rip was torn across the lower circles. The Queen held it closed until the general arrived. Circles six and above are still intact.>"

[Ashen Lilies]

((Except Morgana is Ruler of Circles One and Two... I'm not quite sure how to react.))

[happyturtle]

(He means circles 1-6 are intact)

[Ashen Lilies]

((Alright then.))

"But... but... he can't be invading our Hell... the demons have been trying for aeons...!"
Says Kal, fully hoping one of the Imps or the Iron Queen would pop up and say 'April Fools' or something.

[happyturtle]

Decker scrambles to a sitting position, wincing as she wipes the dirt out of her skinned palms, and scoots across the floor on her butt to where the Queen is lying. She just stares at her a moment, then reaches out and lightly touches her hair. "She's so beautiful."

[Ashen Lilies]

Meanwhile, Kal is still panicking.
"But... how are we meant to keep her safe!? If it wasn't safe in Hell, where's is safe?" :eek:

[happyturtle]

"He doesn't expect us to hold back armies, he expects us to keep her hidden," Decker says, pulling herself free of the Queen's fascination effect. She moves subtly to be between the imps and the door. She can't kill them. They'd just regenerate in hell, with their dangerous knowledge. They'd have to be locked up. She glances at Kal to see if he's realized that yet.

[Ashen Lilies]

...
Kal could just consume them with his gauntlets...
...
But spotting Decker, he subtly shifts into a combat ready stance, ready to grab the imps on the word go.

[happyturtle]

Can he? I don't think they have souls.

Decker nods at him, and then rush tackles the nearest imp, catching it by surprise.

((Am going to bed. Imps are godmoddable. Issi is too shocked and crying and stuff to put up any of a fight.))

[Ashen Lilies]

((Not sure, actually. I just made that up.))

Kal grabs the other two imps, banging their heads together to knock them out. He throws them over his shoulder and picks up Issi as well. Presumably when Decker and Kal have rounded up the imps they negotiate with KR for the use of a cell or two to put them in. Unless Decker doesn't trust KR either, or happyturtle wants to do all that onscreen.

[happyturtle]

Imps squeak and struggle and protest, and are easily locked up by two strong devils. Or even one strong devil and one little girl, who totally forgot to change to her devil form before getting into combat. And Decker totally trusts KR!

Which leaves Kal and Decker with the unconscious Queen of Hell, who can be taken to the infirmary. Or, you know, killed, if Kal is that treacherous and prepared to deal with the consequences of committing treason in front of the general's daughter.

((deadtime))

[Moff Chumley]

Ilyena hears the banging from the sofa he's crashing on. But no one has asked for his help thus far, and he finds it unlikely that they'll want it now. Better that way, probably.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

And sometime later, Decker is sitting next to the Iron Queen in the infirmary and feeling very scared and very overwhelmed. The patient has a chart identifying her as Fidelity Adamant, which is ample proof that ten year olds should not be entrusted with names.

[billtodamax]

Dominic enters the infirmary in the first time since forever and looks shocked to see what's happened to it.

Uh, hello... Who's this? He asks referring to the Iron Queen, while not rearranging the beds because he has a patient.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Fidelity Adamant," Decker says. "She's a friend of my father."

[billtodamax]

Ah, I see. Dominic says, a little confused. His hand glows a sickly green, and he waves it back and forth over the Iron Queen, trying to get her species, and any internal injuries she might have.

Why is she here? He asks, curious.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

Despite being Queen of Hell, she's human rather than devil. She appears to be suffering from severe exhaustion: physical, mental, and magical.

"Um... she was visiting and just collapsed?" Decker says.

Dominick may find himself becoming fascinated with her beauty. But perhaps not. The effect is very very weak, due to her state of exhaustion.

[billtodamax]

Okay... She's severely exhausted, so... He says to himself pulling a couple vials of liquid out of his coat, tapping them a couple of times, and holding them up to the light. He mixes them together, occasionally looking towards his patient, to check on her, although perhaps slightly more often than necessary, as he hasn't noticed the effect (Is it mental or something else?).

[happyturtle]

Um... generic magical effect? Yeah. Let's go with that. >.>

Decker herself seems quite enthralled by her, but it's not unusual for young girls to be mesmerized by female beauty.

"Is there anything I can do to help her?"

[billtodamax]

Anything you could do? Dominic says, confused. Well, make sure she gets a lot of rest. It's unlikely she'll recover straight away. He pours the mixture into an iv bag, and sets it up to drip into Fidelity's arm.

There. Just leave it there and hopefully she'll wake up at some point during the night. I'll stay up with her, and you can too, if you like.

[Reinholdt]

And now that Reinholdt's gone... a shirtless catboy walks up the path, his collar jingling in a rather heavenly way, it now being his only possession besides a pair of shorts and some spare change. His tail twitches excitedly as he sips on his take out Nuka-Cola, the styrofoam perhaps glowing a little green.

http://public4.tektek.org/img/av/0907/d24/1821/57b4476.png

Butler knocks on the front door.

[Ashen Lilies]

...
...
...
...
...
...
...
I guess we're going to have to wipe the memorium off the side of the airship now. :smallsmile:

[Reinholdt]

Awww.... :smallfrown:

*knock knock knock*

[Morty]

Mark is sitting next to Decker, the sheer scale of the events managing to break even through his "Hell if I care" demeanor.

Meanwhile, Wenomir opens the door and blinks, quite convinced he's hallucinating due to the power of the Iron Queen's smell.

[Reinholdt]

"Hi Wenomir sir! It's great to see you again sir!" :smallbiggrin:
*glomp attempt attack*
"Would you happen to have a see-saw sir?" :smallconfused:

[Morty]

Glomp attack is succesful and Mr. "I'm so unemotional and badass" Wenomir attemps to crush Butler in a bear hug, likely successfully. Then...
See-saw?

[Reinholdt]

Butler is crushed! Way to ruin him for everyone else! :smallyuk:
So we'll go with figuratively and not literally. He obviously doesn't have superstrength and all that undead essence nonsense anymore, but he was always fairly hardy before that anyways, so he can take it.

"Yes sir. I told them the Diet that I'd need Decker here to help me balance it sir since you need two people to balance a see-saw sir. But apparently I have to just find it first sir. I have no idea why there's so few playgrounds around here sir." Oh... just cause every badguy comes in at least once a month and destroys them for the local convention.

"Are Comet and KR here sir? And how have you been sir?" Subject change!

((deadtime))

[Morty]

Wenomir is glad for the subject change because it means he doesn't have to explain the metaphor to Butler.
Yes, they're still here. And I'm fine.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

Decker, unaware that her one true love is at the door below, is sitting on a chair. This is unusual enough to make note of, because she rarely sits on furniture designed for sitting, usually preferring to sit under things. But when someone is in an infirmary bed, sitting on a chair next to the bed is the best way to watch over them.

Oh, and she's gnawing a sock and swinging her feet.

"Kal... what if Daddy loses?"

[Ashen Lilies]

"He won't." Says Kal, half in an attempt to comfort Decker and half because this is all a hallucination and if he disbelieves it enough he'll wake up in the infirmary, recovering from a Demon Poison induced fever.

[Morty]

Mark scratches his skeletal head. Gee. I wonder what my bosses back home think of this whole thing.

[happyturtle]

Decker whirls on Mark. "You can't tell them! If they know she's here..." Then ambitious fiends would be swarming Watchtower to try and finish her off.

[Morty]

I meant the whole Hell being taken over and stuff. They're probably going bananas. The high-ranking Yugoloths hate anything going out of their control.

[happyturtle]

"Hmph. I'm sure they'll find a way to make money out of it." Decker says irritably.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

"That is one way of putting it. And that may have been a bad move," Shawna points out. "It appears a state of Wild Magic has...affected your enchantments. Wild Magic can be extremely dangerous, especially seeing as it appears to now be bonded to you instead of your coat."


"Good. Makes it harder for me to be possessed." he says. Not to mention it looks a bit snazzy and feels nice...

The last part is a thought, but Jeremy doesn't know his speech spell has been amplified as well, making any stray thought loud to everyone. Well, more of a whisper, but still.

[Morty]

"Hmph. I'm sure they'll find a way to make money out of it." Decker says irritably.

Mark chuckles. Yeah, they're good at it, aren't they?

[happyturtle]

"I swear, if you sell her out, I will make sure you spend a few thousand years regretting it." :smallannoyed:

Suspicious devil is suspicious.

[Morty]

Mark is visibly hurt by this remark. Oh, come on. I'm not like that.

[happyturtle]

"I never met a Yugoloth who wasn't." *glare glare glare...*

[Morty]

Well, chill out, 'cause I'm not like most of my cousins. Mark takes a shot of his beer.

[Reinholdt]

Wenomir is glad for the subject change because it means he doesn't have to explain the metaphor to Butler.
Yes, they're still here. And I'm fine.

"So what have you been up to sir?" And are you going to invite me in and give me the grand tour?

[Morty]

"So what have you been up to sir?" And are you going to invite me in and give me the grand tour?

Oh, you know. Fighting bad people and helping the good people. Plus some other stuff he won't mention.

[Reinholdt]

"Good sir. You always did like helping people sir." :smallsmile:

"May I come in sir? I wouldn't mind seeing KR or DC sir."

[Morty]

Sure, come in. Wenomir lets Butler inside. I'm sure they'll be happy to see you. Well, probably. You can never know with those two, honestly.
((Deadtime.))

[billtodamax]

The Iron Queen should be waking up at some point soon.

Yeah.

[Reinholdt]

Sure, come in. Wenomir lets Butler inside. I'm sure they'll be happy to see you. Well, probably. You can never know with those two, honestly.
((Deadtime.))

"Thanks sir. You'll have to tell me if you ever made it back to your beach town sir." :smallsmile:

Butler goes wandering around looking for people to say hi to!

[happyturtle]

((Actually I was going to leave her unconscious for a while. She's too powerful to be a PC, so she just gets to be a plot hook / macguffin.))

[Infirmary]

Decker is still here. Hopefully Butler will get a tour or just wander himself.

Gah... Watchtower needs mooks / henchmen / drones / ghosts / penguins / some-other-npc-type...

[Moff Chumley]

Ya know, Ilyena could create some small golems if anyone asked him... :smallwink:

[happyturtle]

(("Ilyena..."

"Huh? Who said that?"

"Oh, I'm one of the players. I never seem to have a PC available to meet newcomers at Watchtower. So could you make some NPCs for me?"

"Wait, what?"))

[Reinholdt]

You'd probably be better off suggesting it Ilyena. I don't think these people make a habit of asking nicely for things. :smalltongue:

[Infirmary]

A half-naked catman walks in!
"... Decker ma'am?" :smallconfused:

"They sent you back already ma'am? Great ma'am!" :smallbiggrin:
He'll stop forward and try to hug her!

[Moff Chumley]

((Chumley's tiny brain is confused. But Ilyena will get right on it, as soon as I think of a suitable description.))

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

Decker is hugged, but is too surprised to hug back. "Um... hi?"

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Hi ma'am!" :smallbiggrin:
Again!

Butler lets go and looks around.
"You visiting DC and KR too ma'am?"

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Yeah, I'm..."

She swallows hard as it suddenly dawns on her... :smalleek:

"Are you... a butler?"

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Yes, I'm a butler ma'am. I haven't changed my job ma'am." :smallconfused:

"Are you feeling alright ma'am? You didn't catch the psychics did you ma'am?" :smalleek:

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Oh... um... I think I'm going to marry you when I grow up." Decker says, wringing her hands and wondering what older her was thinking to choose a butler instead of a soldier. >.<

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

:confused:
"But... you already have married me ma'am. And what happened to your cat ears ma'am? Did you get Magtok to change you back again ma'am? And why are you young again ma'am?" Butler's brain is on overload.

[happyturtle]

Cat ears?
[I]
CAT EARS?!

"DC! KR!"

I think Decker's brain is on overload too.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Well then Butler and Decker's brains will just have to melt in quasi-deadtime as they wait for either DC or KR to reply. Or Mark or Kal. Or one of the other Watchtower occupants.

[Darkcomet]

[Infirmary]

DC soon arrives, apparently having finished his repairs on the airship, at least for now. "The hell is...Butler. Well, isn't this a surprise. Decker, what's going on?"

DC seems...less than pleased to see Butler, for some reason.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Comet sir! Hi sir! I've missed you sir. How have you been doing sir?" :smallbiggrin:

Mind melt stops as brain shifts tracks.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"He says I married him and I had cat ears and I don't know what to say and why isn't he wearing a shirt and what was I thinking?!" Decker wails in panic.

[Darkcomet]

[Infirmary]

"This'll be hard to explain... Decker, how much do you know about why you were brought here? To this time?" DC seems to be completely ignoring Butler. This doesn't seem to be going well...

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Comet sir?" :smallconfused:
Huh. Did he not hear him? He thought he was fairly loud.

And why did he know about what the Diet wanted? Did he know where the see-saw was?

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Well, older me told me it was going to happen. That my father was trying to summon her, but that there was an accident and it was going to be me instead. And she told me about you and KR... but not... " She looks over at the catboy. "Um.. do you have my cloak?"

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Of course ma'am. Haven't let it go since you've given it to me ma'am." :smallsmile:
Butler whirls around so that Decker can see the feather cloak that was on his back the whole time and wasn't forgotten in any description at all. Yep.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

It folds up into hammerspace so he won't get all hot and itchy. *nodnod*

*didn't just totally make that up... >.> *

Decker's lip wobbles a bit, and she puts a hand out towards him.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Butler happily steps towards Decker to let her touch the cloak, or even take it if she wants. As far as he's concerned, it's hers anyways.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

She doesn't take the cloak. Instead, she hugs Butler tightly, crying a little in emotional overload.

[Darkcomet]

"Well, Decker, your father tried to summon you because...well. You were dead, because you went of to join [I]him in the afterlife, after he went and got killed himself. No, I don't know what you were thinking either. Hell, I tried to talk you out of it." DC sighs. This could never end well...

There's one particular thought that goes unspoken. I wonder if the older one wants him back...?

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

:smallfrown:
Butler hugs her and gently scratches the base of her horns.

"Sorry ma'am. It'll be alright ma'am."
He has no idea why she's sad or why DC acts unhappy, but it's saddening.

Her father summoned her? Oh! Maybe that's how she got back!

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"DC, a swanmay can't live after she's lost her true love," Decker says. "Of course I followed him." :smallconfused:

[Darkcomet]

"You never told [I]me that before. Or...you won't tell me that then." Ugh. Time travel. "Can you explain the time travel thing to him yourself?" DC imagines Decker should be able to deal with that better than he could. Granted, it was relatively simple time travel, but it can't hurt to have more of an expert do it. It is Butler they're dealing with, after all.

Of course, this all depends on if this Decker is more of an expert on it or not.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Time travel sir?" :smallconfused:

"Oh, like going to sleep today and it being tomorrow when you wake up sir?! I understand it sir." :smallsmile:

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Okay," Decker says, then starts to explain. "I'm from the past. I'm only ten years old now, and this is the first time I've met you. But one day when I grow up, in my future and your past, we're going to fall in love and get married."

I.. I don't think Decker's figured out just how smart Butler isn't. >.>

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

....
....
....
....
"You want to get married again ma'am? We did that already ma'am." :smallconfused:

[Darkcomet]

Decker will hear a voice in her head. Whoo telepathy. [I]Oh, right, should've told you. He's not very smart. After that, DC heads off, leaving Decker to fend for herself in this battle of time travel and stupidity.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"I can't get married yet. I'm just a kid!" Decker says in frustration.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"No you're not ma'am! You used this liquid thing to not be ma'am. Besides, we're already married ma'am. We can't exactly undo it ma'am." :smallconfused:

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"No! It won't be undone! You have my cloak! That means it's forever."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Oh good ma'am. I'd hate to be confused ma'am." :smallsmile:

Butler twitches his tail.

[Ashen Lilies]

((Actually I was going to leave her unconscious for a while. She's too powerful to be a PC, so she just gets to be a plot hook / macguffin.))

[Infirmary]

Decker is still here. Hopefully Butler will get a tour or just wander himself.

Gah... Watchtower needs mooks / henchmen / drones / ghosts / penguins / some-other-npc-type...

There were golems before besides te construction ones, but I got rid of them because I didn't want WATCHTOWER to have its own little defence force that didn't involve the PCs. It didn't feel right. I suppose if Ilyena's new golems are completely combat incapable, it will be alright.
I suppose I could make the highly irritating cat an NPC as well. Just change him from one of KR's lackeys to one of the TOWER's lackeys, and voilà. Some sort of djinn or other highly powerful and dangerous being (perhaps a rakshasa to fit with the whole cat thing) bound and enslaved by the WATCHTOWER's original owners. He's been stuck inside the tower for centuries. No wonder he's so annoying.

Anyway. Kal comes down, looking for Decker when...
"Huh?"

[happyturtle]

"Oh... um.. Kal... this is ..." Oh great. She didn't even know the name of her one true love! "um... he's going to be my one true love..." [I]How did I ever fall in love with a butler?! :smallconfused:

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Butler turns to Kal, the idea of going to be completely going over his head.

Butler bows to him. "Hi Kal sir. I'm Butler B. Butler sir. A pleasure to meet you sir." :smallsmile:

[Ashen Lilies]

"Oh hi."
Says Kal, not so inconspicuosly checking Butler out. Purely by accident of course.
...
Stupid sexy catboys. v.v
"I thought that psion guy said he was dead." :smallconfused:

[happyturtle]

*blink*

*blink blink*

How had Decker missed that?! He was [I]dead! And now he's here!

"Heaven too? Oh ****! Oh ****!"

Decker, you are far, far too young to use that sort of language. I don't care how many soldiers you know. :smallannoyed:

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"I was sir, but the Diet said I need to balance the see-saw sir. Do either of you know of any see-saws, sir, ma'am?" He's about as used to people checking him out as he is random people wanting to pet his tail or asking about his name or anything else. I don't even think he notices it anymore. If he ever did.

[Ashen Lilies]

Pffft. She's ten. She probably finds some sort of perverse childish glee from swearing.
"Oh right. Of course."
Kal can sense the aura of pure unrefined goodness emanating from Butler like... something else that emanates from things... that hurt devils... this simile's confused.

[happyturtle]

Oh sure she does. But I'm old and prudish enough to scold her for it. :smalltongue:

"... so heaven is safe?"

Not that she is opposed to the idea of heaven falling, but not to a demon.

[Reinholdt]

"Safe ma'am?" :smallconfused:

"I'm pretty sure it's safe ma'am. I never met a single person there who wanted to eat me ma'am." :smallsmile:

The pureness! It burns!
Though... I'm pretty sure Decker would have avoided him from the beginning if he burned her.

[happyturtle]

I think his blatant debauchery probably keeps him from being too poisonous to devils. :smallwink: :smalltongue:

Decker sways a bit on her feet, as all the adrenalline from emergencies and shock and panic finally wear off, and her body starts to realize she hasn't slept for more than a day.

"This is so confusing."

She sinks back into the chair next to the Iron Queen's bed, and in a moment will be asleep.

((deadtime))

[Moff Chumley]

Ilyena can't help but hear the outbursts from upstairs. He mutters a quick spell preventing him from hearing anything they say that isn't directed towards him. He stands up, heads up to the second floor. Passes the infermery. Heads to the lab. Plugs in his computer, mutters for a few minutes, preparing all of the utility spells he uses in his labs.

Ilyena is a scientist, but also an artist. In the same way that researchers who study synthesis and psychoacoustics are also musicians, Ilyena expresses himself by creating immense, deep spells. Spells that won't fail, that don't have drawbacks, that can't be countered. Back at the university, he earned the nicknake Goliath because of the extended The Mars Volta reference scope of his spells. The doors are locked, his mind is linked in with his computer, and he doesn't have anywhere he needs to be for a few hours...

((...And this is the part that I need some help with.))

Around twelve hours after Ilyena enters the lab, WATCHTOWER has gained a new feature, a servant. A single entity, capable of splitting itself into hundreds of instances, change form, communicate with WATCHTOWER members telepathically. It's not intelligent, it is in fact linked with a program now constantly running off Ilyena's computer, but with the nearly infinite power of that laptop, it's quite a convincing AI. ((It's not my orginization, so I'll let you guys way in on exactly what this thing can do.))

It's named Askepios. ((:smallwink:))

[Reinholdt]

Butler smiles at Decker as she goes to sleep before turning to Kal and asking quietly. "So what do you do around here sir?"

[The Bushranger]

"Good. Makes it harder for me to be possessed." he says. Not to mention it looks a bit snazzy and feels nice...

The last part is a thought, but Jeremy doesn't know his speech spell has been amplified as well, making any stray thought loud to everyone. Well, more of a whisper, but still.

"I must confess it is a bit...snazzy, yes," Shawna says, not knowing that she wasn't supposed to hear that. "Wild Magic is still extremely dangerous, however."

[UncleWolf]

Jeremy raises his eyebrow. What? I didn't say that out loud, did I? He gives Shawna a bit of a smile. "Thanks. And I know. Just about any magic is dangerous."

[The Bushranger]

"Yes, you did say that out loud. And you are true with that, however Wild Magic is the most dangerous of all, because, it is, in fact, wild, with wholly unpredictable results." And she returns the smile a bit.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Jeremy pauses for a long moment. Oh...well, crap.

"Shawna, my voice spell is effected as well. It's projecting my thoughts too."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna pauses for a moment, both her eyebrows raising, as her mind calculates the implications of that statement...

...then answers, in the only way she can think of answering that.

"Crap, indeed."

[UncleWolf]

Jeremy does the only thing he can think of, but since it's not a true thought, Shawna won't know what it is. He takes a long moment to look her over, scanner her from top to bottom.

She won't be able to hear anything as he does so. He gives a bit of a laugh when he's done. "At least it doesn't transmit images."

Yeah, I'd be dead if she knew what I had been th- dammit!

Jeremy facepalms with a loud sigh. This was going to be rough.

[The Bushranger]

Shawna, for her part, has her eyebrows start ascending Mount Everest at this point...
"I will assume that that unintentionally transmitted thought is something that it would be best if I did not query and follow up on, perhaps," she states, in a rather dry - but also somewhat bemused - tone.

[UncleWolf]

Jeremy holds his head, sighing. This was going to be hard...

"Hey, you try having all your thoughts broadcasted out loud." He looks like he's about to go on before he smiles. Alright, two can play that game... Jeremy leans back against his wall and grabs a fedora putting it on.

The leggy dame had taken a seat across from me. It was obvious in her demeanor that she was trying not to laugh at my...situation, but at least had the respect to try and hide it. his mental voice has taken a deeper and much more...rugged sound, like the feel of old Pulp Magazine paper crumbling in your hands. She was pretty enough, even if the rainbow hair wasn't quite my standard taste. Still, a good man has to take the views as he can gain them.

The smile on Jeremy's face as all this is "spoken" will tell Shawna that he's only half joking.

Which half, is up to her to decide. :smalltongue:

[Moff Chumley]

*ahem*

My cigarette smoke mixed with the smoke from my .38. If business was as good as my aim, I'd be on easy street. Instead I have an office on 49th Street and a nasty relationship with a string of booking agents. I'm a private eye.

:smallwink:

[The Bushranger]

Shawna looks a bit surprised at Jeremey's act and thoughts, but then smirks just a bit, and leans back, crossing one leg over the other, getting into character, as it were, perhaps.
"Why, if it is not Mister Jeremy Marlowe, private eye," she says, her own voice picking up the slightest hint of a drawl, as she chuckles. "Or would it be Jeremy 'Boston' Blackie?"

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

"Just Jeremy for now." I told her. Jeremy turns to toss his hat on the rack. I let my eyes wander over her for a moment, savoring the sight before I had to get down for business. That was a real pity, but business was business, and these days, you had to work hard for it. "What brings you here?" I asked before reaching to "Irish Cream" a couple of mugs of coffee, saving one to offer her. True enough to the on going monologue, he does indeed pour some coffee and puts a bit of whiskey in each, passing one to her.

[The Bushranger]

Shawna accepts the mug of coffee with a grateful nod, one eyebrow staying up as she ponders method and motive...
"Well, then, Jeremy, what brings me here is a most pecuilar situation. One in which I hoped your talents might be of inestimable value. The situation, however, will be quite dangerous, although potentially quite rewarding as well." And she takes a sip of the coffee, nodding again, this time in approval. "Your skill at producing Irish coffee, however, might also have been part of the motivation."

[Morty]

Wenomir is in the main room, sitting in silence. Then he decides he might as well tell KR the news about Butler... being... back.
He gets up and goes to look for her, but now there's an idea bouncing around in his mind. If Butler came back from heaven, then maybe...

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

Decker is still asleep, curled up in the seat of the chair in some manner that should only be possible for a cat.

"Fidelity" remains unconscious as well, seeming even more beautiful than when she first arrived.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

I smiled at her compliment... He does smile, but then the monologue begins to fade to barely whisper levels. When it does, Jeremy lets out a breath of relief. "This is...difficult to do, but I think I can keep some thoughts private like this." He gives her a bit of a glance as he sips his coffee. "And I certainly hope you don't mind if I flourish your description. Most of it is accurate."

[Ashen Lilies]

Wenomir is in the main room, sitting in silence. Then he decides he might as well tell KR the news about Butler... being... back.
He gets up and goes to look for her, but now there's an idea bouncing around in his mind. If Butler came back from heaven, then maybe...

KR can be found sitting on a chair in the observatory, watching what seems to be the ruins of a building in Inside. She doesn't notice Wenomir come in.
...
Must be asleep, then. If Wenomir investigates further, he'll find this is indeed the case.

-------------

Strangely, Kal is mostly unaffected by the aura of beauty, despite his succubus nature. It's probably because the feelings of overwhelming awe are overriding the attraction. It's like meeting the President or the King. You're kinda too busy being awkward and self-conscious of their overwhelming authority to be ogling them, no matter how gorgeous they may be. In fact, that probably makes it worse.

[Morty]

Wenomir tries to gently wake KR, feeling a little guilty. But then, observatory isn't a good place to sleep anyway.

-----------------------------

Meanwhile, Mark is asleep. Seems Hell being conquered and a powerful devil queen being present don't affect his attitude. He was completely baffled by the discussion between Butler and Decker, though.

[Moff Chumley]

((It's not my orginization, so I'll let you guys way in on exactly what this thing can do.))

((Guys, can you let me know what Askepios should be capable of, please?))

[Ashen Lilies]

((Talking should be enough, I guess. I'm hesitant of any sort of combat mook, and we already have construction golems. I think the opinions of the other players matter more than mine. More often than not I'm going to be roleplaying The Very Annoying Cat should an NPC be required. >.>))

KR awakes instantaneously, subconsciously reaching for the Ford blaster at her hip before here eyes focus on Wenomir.
"Has something happened?"

[Morty]

((I think that as long as he can't fight, various utility powers are fine, like teleportation or being able to tell if a member is present in the base.))

Wenomir smiles a little.
Butler's back. Somehow.

[Ashen Lilies]

...
...
...
...
...
"Oh. That's good."
Understatement of the century, right here folks. Though it's probably because KR is at a complete loss at how to process the information.

[Morty]

He says some god sent him back from heaven. He does have that weird smell I get from heavenly creatures, so I guess it's true. Apparently it was in the interest of balance. Wenomir has doubts KR can process all this, though.

[happyturtle]

And with everyone asleep or deadtimed in the infirmary, Decker wakes up and creeps out, going to find KR.

She pauses in the doorway, too self-conscious to come all the way in.

[Ashen Lilies]

Indeed she can't. Because it seems she fell asleep again.
...
Maybe someone ought to find a better place for her to sleep than a chair. It's not even reclining. :smallfrown:

((Deadtime so I can sleep as well.))

[Morty]

Wenomir swallows, then sighs and, extremely embarassed and hoping noone sees him, tries to pick up KR and carry her somewhere she can sleep properly. She's not very heavy, so it shouldn't be hard. Of course, he runs into Decker as soon as he exits the Observatory. With Iron Queen here, he has troubles distinguishing the smell of the lesser fiends.

[Ashen Lilies]

She can be carried. Just so's you know.

((Collapses))

[happyturtle]

"Is she hurt?" :smalleek:

[Morty]

Wenomir is once again glad he can't blush. No. She just fell asleep in her chair and I'm carrying her somewhere more appropriate.

[happyturtle]

"Oh. Okay. I'll get the doors for you." Decker says, without even a hint of teasing. Seems she's completely forgotten the whole 'KR and Wenomir sitting in a tree' thing. She just matter of factly gets the doors between the observatory and KR's room.

[Morty]

Relieved about the lack of comments, Wenomir carries KR to her room and puts her down on her bed gently. When it's done, he turns to Decker. Alright. Now, can you tell me who the powerful fiend in our base is?

[happyturtle]

"It's the Iron Queen," Decker says. "She's injured, so Daddy sent her here so he could focus on defending Hell.... Don't be mad."

[Morty]

Wenomir looks on Decker sternly. I see. Do DC and KR and others know?

[happyturtle]

"KR knows. And Kal and Mark, because they recognize her. I made up a fake name to tell everyone else."

Decker is all srs hat and subdued. Not very Decker like at all.

[Morty]

Wenomir does indeed find it strange and concludes the situation must be serious.
That's probably for the best. If KR is fine with it... I suppose I can trust her judgement. Which doesn't mean he has to like keeping his kidnapper in the base. He's going to have a talk with KR about that.

[happyturtle]

"If she were killed, or the demons took her hostage, Shepherd could take advantage of the chaos." She pauses, hugging herself with skinny arms, before finally blurting out, "Wenomir, what am I supposed to do about Butler?"

[Morty]

Wenomir sighs, exasperated. Are you asking me for advice? After all, it's about relationships and time travel, two areas he's completely inexperienced in. I take it explaining this time travel nonsense to him didn't go well?

[Moff Chumley]

Askepios is the base's new AI. She keeps constant watch on everything in the base, and can communicate telepathically with members. Her physical form is capable of fetching objects, running errands, delivering messages, et cetera, and can take dozens of forms. As a precaution, she is incapable of violence. Askepios is nearly impossible to hide from, but if you tell her that you want to be left alone, she won't tell others where you are or that you are present. AI is actually a bit of a misnomer; she is the physical extension of Ilyena's computer system, which is so complicated and magical as to be nearly self-aware. Ilyena did his job in creating her, though, so unless one of the members tries to mess her up, Askepios has no qualms about her lot in life. As far as personality goes, this is an extension of Ilyena's computer, which is an extension of Ilyena. An incredibly intelligent, perfectly obedient, female version of Ilyena. In other words, a little bit pretentious and a little bit sarcastic. However, Askepios developes a slightly different personality depending on who she's talking to.

((Anyone is free to RP as Askepios. Speech color=Dim Gray.))

[happyturtle]

"I don't think he understands, and DC is mad all the time, so he didn't help. And I was going to ask KR for help, but she's asleep. And my Daddy is fighting a war and my Mommy is too far away."

[Morty]

Wenomir feels rather awkward. Finally, he kneels down and tries to hug Decker reassuringly. It's going to be alright. We'll come up with something to tell Butler and we and your Dad will kick Shepherd's butt. With Bulter, it's all really about talking in very simple terms for a long time.

[happyturtle]

((O.o

Wenomir ... did he... what...

*brain asplodes*))




Decker hugs him back tightly. When she pulls away, she wipes her eyes. "Thanks."

[Morty]

((Heheh. There's more to him than he lets on most of the time.))

Wenomir also looks like he's got something in his eye.
See? Everything's going to be fine.

[Reinholdt]

Butler frowns. Kal didn't answer his question. And DC seemed to not hear him either. Did coming back from heaven mean only some people some of the time? He can't afford to only exist some of the time! How would he know when to sleep or eat so that it actually happens?! :smalleek:

Seeing no one else in the infirmary, Butler takes a look at "Fidelity" to see if she might need any first aid that he might help her with or something.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

Butler won't see any obvious injuries on Fidelity. She's awfully pretty though.

While he's looking her over, Decker returns from talking to Wenomir, still looking waaaay more srs than Decker should.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Butler's not immune to pretty. He's just immune to treating pretty any differently. "Hi Decker ma'am. Have you seen KR around ma'am? I wanted to say hi to her ma'am." :smallsmile:

Unless it's supernatural treat me differently pretty magic-esque auras. Not so immune.

[happyturtle]

'Fidelity' can consciously manipulate people with it when she's, you know, conscious. But lacking that state, the pretty just sort of makes people want to look at her a lot.

"She's asleep." Decker says. Then blurts out, "Butler, I'm [I]really only ten years old. It isn't a potion or anything."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

Fair enough Fidelity. Fair enough.

"Of course you are ma'am. You used the potion to age yourself ma'am. Technically you were still ten ma'am, just older looking ma'am. Though that was a year or so ago ma'am, so I think you're eleven now ma'am." :smallsmile:

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Um... I can't use a potion this time," she says, grasping at straws. "It wouldn't work. If I tried to grow older by a potion it would make me really sick."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Oh, alright ma'am. That's perfectly fine ma'am. You're great no matter which form you're in ma'am." :smallsmile:

Well the devil form was scary at first, but not now.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"And... um... I forgot a lot of stuff about... stuff that happened before I was summoned."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"You did ma'am? Is there anything we can do ma'am?" :smalleek: Butler seems very concerned. The Psychics is a very serious matter.

"Do you know what you forgot ma'am?"

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Oh don't worry... the memories will all come back. It just might take a long while." Decker says. "Maybe... maybe you can tell me some of them? Like when I gave you my cloak?" :smallsmile:

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Oh certainly ma'am. There we were, lying in bed together ma'am, when..." If Butler didn't just ick her out to the point where she tells him to stop, he'll explain how she was suddenly hit by this thing of light and made a portal to hell and how he jumped after her not knowing where it went. And that's when he first met Daddy. On the way she gave him her cloak, though didn't know that meant they get married at the time and wouldn't find out for months later. He'll then describe his escape from prison, how he had to leave behind the mithril collar Fan gave him, and how they had to fight their way up a tower full of non-descript danger and puzzles before reaching the final landing. "This lady named Lillith stood in our way ma'am."

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"Lilith... the Storm Demon?" O.o

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

*digs up old thread and reads so he's not just spouting nonsense.*

"That's the one ma'am! There was a lot of rain and lightening ma'am. And she was very pretty in a way ma'am. Kind of like her ma'am." Butler motions to 'Fidelity'.

"Anyways ma'am of fighting between her and Decker and the other demons and that one devil that was there that I told you about ma'am. I tried to help ma'am, cause I didn't want any of them to get hurt ma'am. But she grabbed me and held me close to her ma'am. Very close ma'am." As a hostage, but looking back, Butler was dirtier back then. If that's possible.

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"And you didn't get sick?" :smalleek:

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Well yes ma'am. After I kissed her ma'am. But... GLoG made me better ma'am." Butler's player doesn't remember how. He thinks it was a basic remove poison potion.

"It was very gross ma'am. Well not the kissing part ma'am. That was fun ma'am." :smallbiggrin:

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"I don't understand... how did we get away?"

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Oh, while she was holding me to keep everyone else at bay ma'am, I kissed her to distract her ma'am. And then you and the devil sort of stabbed her while that happened ma'am. That part was kind of gross too ma'am." :smallyuk:

Ever get someone's head stabbed in while you were kissing them? Yeah, didn't think so.

[happyturtle]

"Wow." Decker says, starting to realize that older her might not have been completely nuts to have chosen him. "You must have been very brave."

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Brave ma'am?" :smallconfused:

"Well I don't know about brave ma'am, but I've heard I'm a very good kisser ma'am. You and Vidalia said so ma'am." :smallsmile:
And he believes things Decker and Vidalia tell him!

"I'm just glad your dad didn't hate me forever for escaping ma'am."

[happyturtle]

[Infirmary]

"He couldn't hate anyone who defeated Lilith," Decker says. :smallsmile: Of course she would have regenerated in the Abyssal plains, but losing the tower would have been a huge loss to the demons, and her father would have taken advantage of it.

[Reinholdt]

[Infirmary]

"Well I think the food helped too ma'am." :smallbiggrin:
The way to a devil's heart... is through their chest. But they'll like you if you feed them.

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

I smiled at her compliment... He does smile, but then the monologue begins to fade to barely whisper levels. When it does, Jeremy lets out a breath of relief. "This is...difficult to do, but I think I can keep some thoughts private like this." He gives her a bit of a glance as he sips his coffee. "And I certainly hope you don't mind if I flourish your description. Most of it is accurate."

[Jeremy's Room]

Perhaps surprisingly, a bit of a blush comes to Shawna's cheeks at hearing that. "Goodness. I must say, I am rather flattered, actually. In most occurances, people observe that they find my appearance slightly...unsettling."
As her litereally, 100% flawless complexion, borders on 'uncanny valley' territory.

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Jeremy gives a bit of a smile. "You're talking to a seven foot tall silver man with words crawling on his skin. Besides, if no one says you're attractive, then that's a crime in itself." He's finally feeling a lot like his older self now.

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

"And you are speaking to a 37th century cybernanitic...Bionic Woman." Shawna chuckles softly. "Thank you. Even though I am confident in myself, it is...nice to hear such things from others."

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Jeremy gives a bit of a smile and pours her another Irish Coffee. "It usually is, and honestly, I don't care if you're a cyborg or not. You're still a good person."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna nods her thanks for the refill of coffee. "Thank you. I do my best to be a good person, although sometimes it is quite difficult."

[UncleWolf]

[Jeremy's Room]

Jeremy closes his eyes and puts his hands on the edge of the desk. Shawna may hear snips of thoughts, his memories of Hannah screaming, thoughts of anger, rage, and self-hatred.

"I...I know that much more than you'd think."

[The Bushranger]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna pauses, then reaches to put a hand on Jeremy's.
"In those times, I try to remember that good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."

[UncleWolf]

"Rough?" He shakes his head. "No, not rough, worse. I am a monster." he gestures at his now holy weapons. "Even now, I can feel a small aversion to even touching those. I may work for Justice, but I am not good. Not any more."

[Moff Chumley]

[Jeremy's Room]

Shawna pauses, then reaches to put a hand on Jeremy's.
"In those times, I try to remember that good people sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf."

((I C WUT U DID THAR =B

Or, gigantic coincidence and Chumley made an idiot of himself in public again. :smallsigh:))

[The Bushranger]

"Not everyone who works for the cause of Justice is Good," Shawna says, then decides to change the subject. "Are you feeling any discomfort from the magic wards?"

[UncleWolf]

Jeremy shakes his head. "No, I'm fine. They just feel a bit cold." A thought slips out. But then again, that's how I always feel now..

[The Bushranger]

"You should not need to feel cold," Shawna says quietly. "Because regardless of how you feel about yourself, you do still have friends, who care about you."

[UncleWolf]

Jeremy reigns his thoughts back under control, not wanting another to slip out. He idly rubs the bright scarf on his neck. "Maybe, but only a few. Three that I know of." Shawna, Molly, and Molly's creator, Fitzhenry. "The sad part? That's just about as many as I had back home."

[The Bushranger]

"That is three more than none," Shawna points out, then smiles a little. "And I promise you that I will do my best to help you remain more man than monster, in whatever way that I can, if you wish it."

[UncleWolf]

Jeremy blinks for a moment, trying to get what she was saying. He shrugs it off though. Nah, not that soon...

"Thanks, but this way, I can do things that need to be done, where I can't let emotion get in the way." He sounds rather determined.

[The Bushranger]

"As long as you do not completely lose your emotion," Shawna warns, a hint of concern in her eyes.. "For that way lies the dark side."

[UncleWolf]

"You know the saying about looking too long into the Abyss?" he asks before taking a heavy seat on his bed, looking down at his hands. "Well, what happens if you become it?"

[The Bushranger]

"In that case, you attempt to shape the Abyss to your own ends as best that you can," Shawna says levelly. "There is nobody who is beyond redemption."

[UncleWolf]

He runs his fingers through his silver hair, thinking. "If I fall, do not bother to redeem me. Kill me. I would destroy too much before you learned that the hard way. You do not understand how much I know, and can barely hold myself from doing as is."

[The Bushranger]

"If it comes to that..."

Shawna pauses, then nods.

"You have my word."

[UncleWolf]

"In all honesty, I'd be able to destroy this entire complex within a few hours if I wished, and most of Inside in a couple of days. I...know things I shouldn't, and if I fell..." he shakes his head. "Even at the slightest inclination I have, don't hesitate. Otherwise, too many will get killed. Use armor piercing rounds, magic, explosives, anything that could take me down. Don't let me see you and do not get close. I'm a survivalist and damned good at it."

[The Bushranger]

"Would a magnetically-contained lance of superheated charged plasma be sufficient?" Shawna asks, soberly. "And I am...quite good, indeed, at remaining unseen when I need to be."

[UncleWolf]

"Thank you." Jeremy says before standing and grabbing his coat. "I need to go for a walk, to clear my head." He doesn't sound mad, just...tired. "Help yourself to more coffee or whiskey if you want." With that, he leaves.

[Darkcomet]

"In that case, you attempt to shape the Abyss to your own ends as best that you can," Shawna says levelly. "There is nobody who is beyond redemption."

Were DC around to hear that, he would scoff, and give a list of names. Reinholdt, Calublufiok, Alek, Shepherd, to name a few. He could go on. Then he would tell Shawna that this place isn't meant for people like her and that she should run off to GLoG where she clearly belongs.

He's very harsh to most.

But he was not around to hear that, nor does he psychically keep tabs on everything in the base. Actually, he's quite busy, in his lab.

((rest of post spoilered due to needless overdescription of a weapon of all things))

See, he had his gun explode when he was repelling Jack from the airship. Didn't work as well as he'd hoped, but it helped.

It was certainly a nice enough weapon. But that battle highlighted a few things. Relying too much on raw firepower and psychic might wasn't really working very well. The need for adaptability certainly reminded him of an older weapon of his, a directed energy weapon with a number of potential settings. Hell, the thing worked as a crude medigun if positive energy could be used, though that carried a certain risk of cancer. Like a certain later invention of his, within the Nexus, the possibilities were nigh-infinite. Sadly, it was destroyed, but newer, reproduced versions of the same weapon now serve as standard issue for Evolution Security.

Comparatively, the MACE assault gun was...rather simplistic, its main strength being the raw power from firing nigh-endlessly. The power of the sustained fire was quite useful, but in spite of the technology's adaptability, it couldn't be switched to more specialized settings mid-combat, especially since carrying multiple units around and switching out the batteries would take a while.

The main advantage of the variable rifle was its adaptability, that of the assault gun, its sustained fire capability. To combine both would, hopefully, provide another weapon worth remaking after the original is inevitably destroyed or otherwise lost. His weapons do that a lot. One time he lost an arm! ...well, two times, actually, but only one time was it linked to the weapon. A disruptor, specifically. Notoriously unstable, those are.

But he's not here to reminisce about past weapons or dismemberments. He's here to make a new weapon.

And that he does.

The end result is a rather odd-looking gun. Smacking someone with a rifle butt won't happen with this, as this weapon distinctly lacks one-as it's an energy weapon, not necessitating measures to take against recoil. This might make it resemble an SMG. The grip resembles that of a typical assault rifle, with a large box magazine-like power cell where a magazine might be on a normal gun, and DC would be the first to admit it looks rather silly, considering the gun looks rather SMG-like in some regards. The barrel, as well, is unusually long, befitting a rifle more than an SMG-type weapon. All in all, it's a rather strange-looking gun.

DC-the-player thinks constantly reposting the description in the last bit of the spoiler will be rather dull, however, and if any of you avatarist types feel like being nice and relieving my future annoyance, you are free to try.

Maybe Kris will feel guilty about spontaneously asploding K-Corp and make it up to me by doing that? I don't know. :smalltongue:

[Ashen Lilies]

You mean like this? (http://i182.photobucket.com/albums/x280/kriskatarn/DCRifle-1.png)

[Morty]

Wenomir undeadtimes and goes looking for Butler, though he might run across someone else too.

[Reinholdt]

Butler is in the Infirmary with the devils of course.
He's waiting for KR to wake up.
BUT THAT'LL NEVER HAPPEN.
Oh! He's got an idea since things have quieted down in here. He'll make KR breakfast and serve her breakfast in bed!

"Excuse me Decker ma'am. I've got some cooking I need ma'am. I'll be happy to tell you some more of your memories later ma'am." :smallsmile:

Butler heads to the kitchen to start cooking stuff!
...
This place has a kitchen right? And isn't just full of microwaved dinners, right?

Wenomir can find him there!

[Morty]

WATCHTOWER has a kitchen, which has never been visited on-screen. This makes WATCHTOWER fairly unique among ACRONYM organizations.
Wenomir enters the kitchen. He's visibly less decisive and attentive than normal, and looks anxious and hopeful.
Butler? Can I ask you something about... your stay in heaven?

[Reinholdt]

"Certainly sir. What would you like to know sir?" :smallsmile:
He says as the pancakes simmer.

[Morty]

Wenomir closes his eyes, breathes deeply and asks: Have you met anyone by the name Alina Rawicz there? In heaven, I mean?
The person Wenomir is speaking of is in a different afterlive(for the lack of a better word) altogether, so Butler can't have met her.

[Reinholdt]

Hmmm... Butler met a lot of people. It's hard to remember all their names. Well... is she a catperson sir? There were only catpeople where I was sir. They had other sections, but we weren't allowed to go to them without special permission sir." And Butler didn't have it!

[Morty]

Wenomir swallows. He didn't think of that. No... she wasn't a catperson. So you can't have met her. Right. He deflates visibly; his shoulders slump and he looks weak and vulnerable.