[Nexus] WATCHTOWER 6: Like Justice League, but ON LAAAND!

[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: (Recorded in case we ever need to put you down. :smallsmile:)
Power Source: (Natural, Supernatural, Science, Arcane, Divine)
Other Important Information: (General Warnings, FYIs and death-threats against those who would kick your puppy.)



FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS - Submit a Question today!

What the hell is WATCHTOWER's purpose, anyway?
An excellent question! And one that I've just noticed is not answered in the OP in any way! Which is terrible! Anyway, whereas GLoG concerns itself with redeeming evil-doers (and healing the sick and sheltering refugees etc.), HALO smites them and AMEN are them, WATCHTOWER doesn't typically concern itself with concepts of good and evil in any way. Rather, WATCHTOWER exists to deal with massive scale threats to the Nexus, like apocalypses or vast demonic invasions. Of course, given that evil-doers tend to be the ones who cause those things, WATCHTOWER tends to be pitted against the forces of evil more often than not, but is unlikely to concern itself with muggings, murders or exploding taverns. Also, calling WATCHTOWER a 'Good' organization is likely to draw the ire of some of the more omnicidal members around.



LIST OF MEMBERS


KR (http://tinyurl.com/2ff5apl) - Kid Kris
Darkcomet (http://tinyurl.com/23q37lv) - Darkcomet
Wenomir (http://tinyurl.com/27jzb8s) - Morty
Decker (http://tinyurl.com/27ph9na)- happyturtle (unofficial)
Dominic (http://tinyurl.com/24ypwvu) - billtodamax
Mipaff - Lord Fullbladder, Master of Goblins
Squeaky Shoes Man (http://tinyurl.com/2ecsfqs) - Reinholdt
Crodelus (http://tinyurl.com/29tp4f9) - Hyozo
Terrowin (http://tinyurl.com/28mw3su) - Earl of Purple
Briony Davena (http://tinyurl.com/23ftadl) - happyturtle
Karuka Kurosawa (http://tinyurl.com/2bxpwym) - horngeek Deceased?
Turtle Brightember (http://tinyurl.com/27ph9na) - happyturtle
Yamako - iElf
Darius Jaezred (http://tinyurl.com/24zuap4) - Darius Midnite
Kazio (http://tinyurl.com/2f4qs2g) - Beans
Shawna von Letters (http://tinyurl.com/2anueug) - The Bushranger
Jeremy (http://tinyurl.com/277owrq)- Wolfbane
Ilyena (http://tinyurl.com/24ywcjn) - The Moff
Sunny Evans (http://tinyurl.com/23ew7el) - happyturtle
Merrak - VampireRot
Efrim - Snares
Butler B. Butler (restricted access) - Reinholdt
Catherine (http://tinyurl.com/2ev9lrl) - horngeek
Spyridon (http://tinyurl.com/2e2zc85) - FireFox
Ilpholin (http://tinyurl.com/279s9mg) - Reinholdt
Adir Frescot (http://tinyurl.com/2e43e9f) - Murkus
The Mask (http://tinyurl.com/26tqu6q) - Maxios
Keino (http://tinyurl.com/294q4lh) - Hyozo
Sakura and Sarget (http://tinyurl.com/27aegff) - RPGsr4me
Haruki (http://tinyurl.com/2e9bbxw) - Haruki-kun



ARCHIVED THREADS

WATCHTOWER 1: I can see my house from here! (http://tinyurl.com/2729fxq) 07/09/2009 - 13/12/2009
WATCHTOWER 2: Who Watches the WATCHTOWER? (http://tinyurl.com/28pakhb) 13/12/2009 - 09/05/2010
WATCHTOWER 3: Big Brother is WATCHing You. (http://tinyurl.com/2esov6k) 09/05/2010 - 30/07/2010
WATCHTOWER 4: Doing Nothing, With Style (since 2009) (http://tinyurl.com/2dh9rdc) 30/07/2010 - 12/09/2010
WATCHTOWER 5: 100 Rooms of DOOOM! (http://tinyurl.com/29je9eq) 12/09/2010 - 14/11/2010



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.

[Darkcomet]

A fair attempt mortal, but I already know of your psychic powers, as you were only just assaulting one of my shadows with them. I will restrain myself only if you do the same. And finally, should I win, I will recquire you not to attempt to de-animate, transplant, examine, subdue or in any way harm your shadow until three weeks and the traditional one extra day have passed.

"I will refrain from mental attacks, then. I accept your other terms as well." DC is being very specific about that, having not displayed telekinetic abilities to this thing.

Besides, he doesn't usually go for direct telekinetic attacks anyway.

"So I suppose we shall begin?" He draws his dagger, which is also very much black, absorbing all light that strikes it to a point that looking at it looks more like staring into an empty void.

[ThirdEmperor]

Very well, I accept. The Not-Man says, and snaps his fingers. The table and chairs vanish, but their shadows do not, instead they transform, turning into a sword, a machinegun, a shield strappd to his back and a suit of armor. All are just shadows of course, and the Not-Man is certainly not holding a gun of any sort except in his shadow, but nevertheless he raises his hand as if holding one and fires, and shadow bullets shoot towards DCs shadow.

[Darkcomet]

DC just smirks, and a clicking sound comes from inside his jacket.

That is the sound of a cloaking device activating, meaning DC now doesn't have a shadow.

The psychic invisibly smirks, and charges, a transparent red force-blade extending from the dagger's short length, visible through the cloak. He's aiming to put the tip at the Not-Man's Not-Throat.

"I like to call myself an inventor of sorts as well." He sounds very smug.

[ThirdEmperor]

And I like to call the effect this place technological disruption. The Not-Man says smugly, as DC's devices almost certainly fail due to the technology negating effects of the Hedge.

(I'm quite suprised, I thought DC was going to try something completely different. Luckily for me, this doesn't work either.)

[Darkcomet]

The device...fails to fritz out.

"You have no idea how many times people have tried to make these things malfunction." Indeed, DC speaks the truth.

DC's devices are generally made with magic-resistant components whenever possible. This affords them a degree of protection from things like this.

It's because people kept trying to make them explode.

Why yes, getting such components would be very expensive! Luckily DC also owns Inside's power company, so he's not lacking for money.

[ThirdEmperor]

How unsportsmanlike. I give you four out of five stars. The Not-Man says, sinking into his own shadow as the walls of thorns come rushing inwards, trying to trap DC. And it's worth mentioning they destroy the very soul of whatever they cut, so he may not want to try anything.

[Maxios]

A mysterious man enters WATCHTOWER. He wears a red domino mask, black top hat, and a black kevlar suit with "The Mask" written on it.
"New member here!" he yells.

[Darkcomet]

The psychic's invisible smirk doesn't fade. "We agreed that I wouldn't use mental attacks. I haven't."

As the walls come rushing in, DC raises an invisible hand, a red forcefield box appearing around him to stop the walls, and the hand outright glowing with that same red, likely illuminating the room.

'course, with the cloaking device and all, it just looks like a glowing red spot in the air.

"Nor is that an attack, but didn't I specify that no killing was allowed?"

[ThirdEmperor]

It wouldn't have killed you, just taken away all your memories, and left you as a being somewhat akin to what I am. The Not-Man says, materializing inside the box and swinging a very real sword at where he onows DC is. Because he can see through cloaking devices, even if he can't attack shadows through them.

[Darkcomet]

"How predictable of you to up the stakes in such a manner." DC blocks the sword with that extend-o-bladed dagger.

It might be worth noting that that dagger is known for cutting mundane bladed weapons to slivers.

"Ah well. No matter."

Rather abruptly, another weapon appears, next to where DC is. This one is a more normal-length sword, still jet-black, but not quite at the same level as the dagger.

The other difference is that the thing is starting to superheat, to a point that might melt most normal swords, and surges forward in DC's telekinetic grip, trying to strike the Not-Man in the right shoulder.

[Maxios]

"I guess these guys don't have a good welcoming commite." The Mask says.

[FireFox]

Spyridon is still sitting on a couch with the other two men, but he's engrossed in his spellbook.

[VampireRot]

"I guess these guys don't have a good welcoming commite." The Mask says.

"Askepios does not seem to be here at the moment, no. Who are you, exactly?"

Sneaking up in the manner all drow do is Merrak. The scarred dark elf turns his cold and hard stare on the Mask, his hands resting easily on his sheathed mace and longsword.

[Maxios]

"It's a longstory. I was a crime fighter in this city known as Maxiorata, then I got sucked into a portal, and appeared in the Nexus. I was informed of your orginization, and would like to join."

[VampireRot]

"Uh-huh. Have a name?"

Merrak raises a pointy elf eyebrow. And pulls out a joining form out of wherever everyone else keeps them to hand over. Find it in the first post.

[Maxios]

Name: A supehero never tells. I'm called The Mask though.
Age: 29
Sex: Male
Species: Human
Profession/Class: Superhero
Power Level: 3
Power Source: Natural/Technological

Mask hands the form back.

[ThirdEmperor]

I regret this. Says the Not-Man, and thinks. All od DC's devices should fritz, because Not-Man has just removed the laws of physics that allow them to function, replacing them with pure magic and illogic. Private morphic demiplanes of insanity are like that.

[VampireRot]

Merrak glances at the form, his pointy elf eyebrow still raised, and puts it... wherever forms go.

"Okay then."

...

The drow shrugs.

"There aren't any major things happening now that I'm aware of, so you're free to go... do whatever."

[Maxios]

"Alright then. Which way to the TV?"

[VampireRot]

"The what now?"

Merrak's scarred stare shows no emotions. And the drow is not entirely familiar with TV, though he does know there about the shiny box some other members were staring at. He marked it down as Magic: stay away from.

[Darkcomet]

((no response to the sword's strike, TE?))

DC is visible. And quickly figures out what just happened to those things. "I do believe that you just broke the rules of this engagement."

The ones about power-limiting, specifically. (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9757784&postcount=1507)

It's not DC's fault the Not-Man fell for his deceptions so easily.

[ThirdEmperor]

(Oh, thought the sword was technology. Also, normally wouldn't have done something so oveepowered, but I checked the book I was basing this guy off of and that's how the Hedge was supposed to work in the first place.)

Not at all. I used this technique against Wenomir, and it is certainly not powerfull enough to cause insanity in one who uses it, and is therefor "sane". You really fail to comprehend what this place is. Contracts woven here often take centuries to be completed, as clause upon clause is defined. You used a word which is based of perspective, and therefor lost. Says the Not-Man, as his blade is shattered and melted, and the sword strikes his shoulder.

[Maxios]

"The what now?"

Merrak's scarred stare shows no emotions. And the drow is not entirely familiar with TV, though he does know there about the shiny box some other members were staring at. He marked it down as Magic: stay away from.

Mask sighs. "Box with moving pictures on it."

[Darkcomet]

((It both is and isn't, by the definition you're using. I would rather appreciate it if you stopped pulling more and more overpowered stuff out whenever it looks like I have a chance here. Because I seriously doubt Mort doesn't want that shadow-thing with Wenomir to be permanent.))

The superheated sword seems to be cooling now, due to the source of its heat being fritzed, but it's still quite hot and sharp, not going back to normal temperature instantly.

"Screw you too."

DC attempts to stab the extremely sharp extended dagger into the Not-Man's left shoulder, the floating still-hot not-quite-as-sharp sword attempting to stab into the right shoulder it already struck, all compounded with the top of the forcefield box abruptly vanishing, the psionic energy behind it focusing into a psychokinetic blast aimed at the Not-Man's back, as if to make the other weapons' jobs easier...

[VampireRot]

Merrak wordlessly points into the "main room". Which is a room that manages to get into every single organizations base, and contains couches and a TV and other generic room stuff.

The drow will go off to plot. Or something. I dunno, his vague plans may not even be evil.

[Hyozo]

A motorcycle pulls up to the front doors of the watchtower. The rider, who is wearing armor which is probably decorative and has a sword which is most-likely fake, gets off and looks around, sniffling. "This isn't a hospital, is it?"

[Maxios]

Mask goes into the Main Room, and pulls out the Mask-Discs, and puts one into the DVD player, and watches TV.
The DVD inserted was The Batman show from the 60s, Season 1.

Edit: Here's a picture of Mask I just made in inkscape
http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/nexusffrp/images/0/09/The_Mask.png

[VampireRot]

Merrak was about to have a nice time not fighting and not interacting with others in his room. But no, someone else had to show up. The drow sighs and comes back down to answer the door for the sniffling man.

".... No. This is Watchtower. We fight threats to the universe."

The dark elf is wearing very real armor, if a bit light, and has very real weapons, a wicked mace and longsword, strapped on his belt.

[ThirdEmperor]

(Don't worry, I'll remove it no matter what. And yeah, I wouldn't do stuff like that normally, but that was how the plane was supposed to work anyway. Plus, this guy was supposed to be just part of a backstory! I never intended for anyone to meet him!)

The poor Not-Man is disarmed! And sadly, we're talking about his actual arms! You're disrespect for rules is appalling. Normally, I would never have used such a ploy, and I only used it on Wenomir to allow him to escape before he bled to death. However, both your cheating and how bad you are at it are intolerable. If you ever wish to leave, I suggest an apology is in order. He says, before disintegrating into more than nothing, fading away ito reality.

[Hyozo]

"Oh... Threats to the universe? Does that happen often?" He asks "I mean, it did sometimes where I came from, but here too?"

[Maxios]

Some people may hear Mask saying the Batman theme song.

[VampireRot]

"There is an organization dedicated to it. Yes, it happens a lot."

Merrak's scarred and ebony face remains passive and unemotive.

"Though it is luckily quiet at the moment."

The dark elf hears the batman theme song. He moves TV further into the magic category of his thoughts, around "cursed".

[Darkcomet]

((...okay.

Several things.

1. DC never cheated. He manipulated the rules to be in his favor, yes, but he never cheated.

2. You're doing that 'not giving me any chance at all' thing again.

3. Stabbing usually doesn't result in dismemberment, if that's supposed to be a violation of no-killing.

4. If attacking with a bladed weapon is a violation of no-killing, then the Not-Man also cheated when he attacked DC with it.

By my reckoning, DC should have won by now if not for you ignoring the rules yourself. It is not my fault you let them get turned in DC's favor when I outright said that was what he was doing.))

[Hyozo]

"Well there was an organization dedicated to it where I came from too, but it mostly handled more minor issues." He says. Then he notices the singing "By the way, is somebody murdering a parrot in there?

[Maxios]

Mask gets some popcorn.
"Hey!" he says annoyed after hearing the parrot comment. "This show had the best theme-song! It did NOT sound like parrots!"

[ThirdEmperor]

(Okay.

1. Not-Man considers doing so cheating. He's very honorable.

2. The door is still open you know. Not-Man has just been trying to give the impression that it's not.

3. Stabbing usually doesn't, but he's very fragile. Hurt him enough and he falls apart.

4. It doesn't, unless you kill them.

And yes, Not-Man cheated, but he never specified a penalty for doing so. He was, in fact, curious as to what DC would do. When DC tried to twist things in his favor, he got sick of playing. So there was never anything stopping him from cheating.)

[VampireRot]

Merrak facepalms.

"Worse. Someone is attempting to sing."

The dark elf does not approve of singing in any way. Even good singing. :smallyuk:

[Darkcomet]

((Would I be correct in assuming that there is no point to discussing this and that Mort's just going to be stuck with that thing forever, then? :smallsigh: Because it's becoming clearer and clearer that you will continue to refuse to let me do anything.))

[Hyozo]

The mention of singing sends causes a look of revulsion to temporarily pass over his face. When he recovers, he asks "This world saving guild of yours, is it accepting new members?"

[ThirdEmperor]

(No, it can be removed. Not-Man, and therefor the shadow and the link between it and Wenomir, is essentially powerless right now, so really there's nothing stopping you from removing it in any of eighty-nine different ways. Or DC could say sorry. And yeah, I understand this fight was vague and confusing and annoying. Demiplanes of insanity are like that, which is why I'm not using thia one again.)

[Boo]

[NEAR SHADOW PORTAL]

Through the shadow of another--that one, not the one over there--a creature from before, once trapped inside the saferoom, enters the scene of the portal. I doubt any remember such an insignificant thing, but with the offer of tea on a table set for ten... I would at least be courteous. Yes, a table has appeared. Please, have a seat! Calm yourself. Drink up, and enjoy this moment before the next.

"I do wonder how I came to be here..."

As do I.

The Molly thing eyes the portal DC had used.

[VampireRot]

"It is. I don't think the organizations around here ever turn down new members. Would you like to join?"

Merrak, showing the same lack of emotion as always, will hand over the joining form if the sniffling man says yes. You can find it in the first post.

[Darkcomet]

DC sighs. He knows he won, and that he has a way out, but he has something to finish here. "Sorry for manipulating the rules like that, but when dealing with beings such as yourself it's usually not smart for mortals to fight on their conditions. Hence making the conditions myself."

[ThirdEmperor]

True. But I prefer to think that beings such as myself have enough honor to fight fair as long as their opponents do so. And do remember that when a being admits it's literally made out of lies, it may be a bad idea to try and manipulate it, lest it return the favor. The Not-Man says, and Wenomir should notice his shadow return to normality.

[Hyozo]

"I'm sure I wound up in this plane for some reason or another. I might as well help to protect it"

Name: Keino
Alignment: I'm a good guy, I promise.
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Species: Human.
Profession/Class: Swordsman
Power Level: 6
Power Source: Natural training and some supernatural ability.
Other Important Information: Minor allergies, I also possess some odd bits of technology from my homeworld

[Darkcomet]

"I'm much more used to fighting world-enders that try to manipulate every last factor to their advantage. Regardless...is this over?" DC doesn't exactly know that Wenomir's shadow has been returned to normality, since the Not-Man didn't say anything about it.

[VampireRot]

Merrak glances at the form, then puts it in... wherever forms go.

"Welcome to Watchtower then. Like I said, things are quiet, so there's no apocalypses to stop at the moment, so there's nothing to rush off to do right now."

[ThirdEmperor]

Yes. Amd I suggest you avoid the word "sane". It is absolutely impossible to define. Here? Here what I did was as much within the limits of "sane" as you can get. Now run along.

[Darkcomet]

"Yeah, yeah." DC exits through the portal, heading out to find Wenomir and getting caught in his deadtime as well.

[Morty]

Wenomir is still sitting on the couch, recovering from being stabbed. By himself, too. He's probably going to omit that part if anyone asks him what happened.

[Darkcomet]

"Wenomir, I believe I've dealt with your shadow problem." And he managed to do it without having to make a lopsided deal, too!

'cause if that was going to be forced, DC probably would've said 'hell no' and gone to find another solution. >.>

[Morty]

Oh? I suppose I have to thank you. How did you manage to do it?

[Darkcomet]

"It was decided by combat, and I made sure the rules were in my favor. Not to mention he couldn't do anything against my shadow for a while due to the simple fact that it didn't exist." The psychic...grins?

This is probably disturbing to Wenomir.

"Cloaking devices are nice like that. By the time he managed to negate that, I was already winning, though he got a bit irked by my manipulation of the rules. Still managed it, though." DC still seems rather pleased with his trickery.

[Morty]

Hm. Pretty smart. Congratulations. And thanks again. I can't say I viewed the prospect of a sentient shadow following me everywhere with excitement. He grimaces.

[Darkcomet]

"Most people would agree with you. I'm just glad we're done dealing with it. It thought it had a 'divine right' to screw with us." Well, DC's grin didn't last long, as now he looks rather annoyed at that part of it.

Who wouldn't be annoyed at that, really?

[Morty]

Divine right? Gods. I hate this kind of people. I really do. He tries to get up but decides agains it. It's usually pointless to dicsuss anything with them.

[Darkcomet]

"Yeah. It claimed it was going to transfer the thing as I suggested anyway but couldn't because I asked." DC sighs. "And these things always think we're the idiots."

[Morty]

Wenomir shakes his head. Let me guess: it called you a puny mortal and claimed to have powers you don't even understand?

[Darkcomet]

DC nods. "Yep. I was tempted to inform it of the fact that if not for us, it probably wouldn't exist, apocalypses and all. That never works, though."

[Morty]

To be fair, more intelligent beings and people also tend to not appreciate the work we do. He touches his bandaged side. You know, I think I'll have to be careful when talking about what happened to me. Without lots and lots of explanations that I don't really understand myself, stabbing myself is kind of really dumb.

[Darkcomet]

DC nods at the comment about more intelligent people not caring either. "Like I said, it never works. Anyway...yeah, you're probably right about that. At least you have an explanation, which is more than some can say for freak accidents."

[Morty]

The explanation being "this thing made me stab myself". Still makes me sound like a drunk noble brat showing off with his new sword and getting hurt. He coughs. Maybe someone can hit me with some healing magic to get me back on my feet quickly.

[Darkcomet]

DC shrugs. "I could zap you with raw positive energy, but that's liable to cause cancer at instant-healing levels."

[Morty]

Yeah, I think I'll wait for someone with traditional healing magic. I'm not complaining. Back home I wouldn't get even that. He makes himself comfortable on the couch.

[Darkcomet]

DC nods. "Probably for the best. Anyway, I should probably get back to the lab. I've been rather busy lately."

[Morty]

Fair enough. Thanks again. Wenomir nods and sinks back into the couch.

[Darkcomet]

So DC heads back to the lab. How exciting.

[horngeek]

Cathy looks at the conversation. "It's entirely possible it actually couldn't grant a request. Spirits being under geasa aren't exactly uncommon."

[Morty]

Under what now? Anyway, it shouldn't have done stuff to my shadow if it couldn't have just removed it. I'm still not sure why it did it.

[horngeek]

"A geasa. Basically, if it said it couldn't grant requests, there's a good chance that it actually couldn't. I've encountered spirits with bans before. That doesn't remove the fact that the original act of making your shadow animated wasn't an arrogant move, but still."

[Maxios]

Mask is stlil watching the Batman show form the '60s in the main room.

[Morty]

"A geasa. Basically, if it said it couldn't grant requests, there's a good chance that it actually couldn't. I've encountered spirits with bans before. That doesn't remove the fact that the original act of making your shadow animated wasn't an arrogant move, but still."

I see. Well, yeah, what counts is that it was annoying and now it's gone. I just hope I'll recover quickly.

[horngeek]

Cathy nods. "So do I."

[FireFox]

Spyridon carefully puts away his spellbook away and then listens to Wenomir and Cathy talk.

[Morty]

Wenomir nods and notices Spyridon undeadtime. Oh, hello. I see you've settled down here. Have you, um, chosen a name for yourself? They haven't talked since they first met, after all.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin returns to the Watchtower!
And starts skipping around looking for KR. She always seems so much happier when KR is involved. It's kinda creepy. :smallsmile:

[FireFox]

The robed man nods to the demonhunter. Yes. I have decided to call myself Spyridon, until I remember more of my past...

[Lord Magtok]

Fwoosh!

Watch out, Mr. Window! There's some crazy cyborg on a paddleboat and his catgirl fiancée flying right at you! Quick, dive out of the way before they-

...Oh right, you're a window, you can't move. I hope you've written up your tiny glass will and contacted your itty bitty glass next of kin, then, because those two in the antigravity jet-powered paddleboat are barreling straight at you.

Assuming the window isn't paddleboat-proof, there's a loud crash, followed by the sound of a paddleboat skidding to a stop against the floor.

Hi WATCHTOWER! The door was closed, so I had to make a new one. You don't mind, right?

[horngeek]

Cathy looks at him. "...must be horrible, not being able to remember your past."

Then Cathy gapes at the Cyborg, tracing a red lance. "Who in the Root are you?"

[Morty]

I'm glad to hear th- what in the hell was that?! Wenomir turns around. Oh, not him.

[horngeek]

Cathy looks at him. "You know this guy?"

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin stops skipping a bit in order to head to the sound.

"Oh hey. Magtok. Hello." :smallconfused:

She waves at Spyridon and Cathy, having met both of them.

[Morty]

This, my friends, is Lord Magtok, a self-proclaimed villain and a supreme pain in the neck. Also the chew toy of the Nexus.

[FireFox]

Quite alarmed by the violent entrance, the emerald-robed wizard stands up and prepares to cast a defensive spell.

[Maxios]

"Magtok!" Mask yells upon seeing the supervillain.
He readies a Mask-a-rang.

[EleventhHour]

Elle shakes the glass out of her hair and gives Magtok a less-than-entirely-pleased look, "Did we have to go through a window? I mean..." She sighs, penchant for the dramatic, "Next time, we'll just knock, though. Alright?" No need to find out who all these random people are. They'll probably scream thier name in some godly-powered-attack-thing. Or invite her and Magtok to sit down for lunch. ...Okay, maybe she's just hungry.

[horngeek]

Cathy detraces the spear. "I assume they have a reason for being here. Let's find out what it is before we start attacking, okay?"

She walks towards Maggy and Elly, smiling. "Hi."

[Morty]

I can tell you what their reason is. They want to annoy us and make a mess. Wenomir grabs his sword, but doesn't unseath it. It's not like he's in a fit state to fight. That's all Magtok does. Can't say I know his companion.

[Maxios]

"What are you doing here?!?!" Mask asks Magtok. He prepares to throw the Mask-a-rang at Magtok.

[Darkcomet]

Oh dear, DC's coming down to investigate. Naturally he's rather annoyed, and glances at Mask. "He's being annoying, idiot. He rarely does anything else. Just restrain yourself until he actually does something other than crash through a window with a paddleboat, would you?"

[Lord Magtok]

Aww, but knocking is so boring and...fiiiiine.

Magtok waves to the crowd that's gathered around his paddleboat, standing up as he tries to wrap an arm around the catgirl, an arm which isn't trying to pull out a gun and shoot someone like he'd normally do here.

For all of you lazy, ignorant buffoons who haven't been keeping up with all the NPC tabloid articles that're always being written about me, this is Elly. Despite what they've claimed, she's clearly not a Bigfoot, an alien, or Calublufiok.

We've been dating since that apocalypse where the old GLoG base got blown up, and as you've probably guessed if you're the sort of person to guess that sort of thing, the wedding proposal carved into the moon by moon rockets was my work.

Magtok grins, and goes out of his way to ignore the weapons being raised up against him. It's not like death and violence is anything new to Maggy, after all.

Anyways, I was just wondering if this place was as big on the inside as it looks from the outside, and to settle things in case you all were flipping out with apocalyptic conspiracy theories over the moon thing, and maybe ask if you know any priests or would consider renting the place out for the reception.

[FireFox]

Spyridon is still horribly confused, but the cyborg doesn't look too threatening, so he relaxes and attempts a wan smile.

[Morty]

I've been wondering who did that. Wenomir snorts. Good to know it was just you being stupid. He'd say something more, probably adding some insults here and there, but he deadtimes.

[horngeek]

Cathy smiles. "All right. Given this isn't an attack, I think we can all put those weapons down."

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin grins. "Congratulations." Of course, marriage in her society was generally just politically maneuvering. Love almost never came into it as far as she was aware.

Still.... "I call dibs on organizing the bachelor party!" :biggrin:

[Hyozo]

Keino looks at the cyborg and his assistant/fiancée, somewhat confused. "So, this Magtok person... Is he our enemy or something?"

((and of course half a dozen people post while I'm typing))

Keino is now significantly more confused than he would have been in the ninja-free version. "So... Wait... What's going on now? Sorry, I'm new here and..."

[horngeek]

"Also, congratulations. Although I don't really know either of you..."

[Maxios]

"Oh." Mask puts the Mask-a-rang away.
"I'm pretty sure you may be able to rent the place out for a few hours."

[Darkcomet]

DC glares at Mask, then looks back to Magtok, now glaring at him instead. "You may not rent the place out."

[Maxios]

"Does that mean I can whack him with my boomerang?" Mask asks DC excitedly.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok sighs, and shrugs.

Okay DC, I understand. I guess I'll just take my money, my guest-list consisting of pretty much everyone everywhere including everyone you'd love to get tracking devices on, or poison, or kidnap, and my whatever else, and go elsewhere, like maybe AMEN, where nobody really cares enough to kidnap Reinholdt.

And Ilph, I'm almost certain that if I agreed to that, something horrible would-

He glares at the kid with a mask-a-rang, and considers shooting him in the knee with the concealed firearm in his finger, before deciding against it.

[EleventhHour]

"Bache-what's-it-now?" Elle tilts her head curiously at Magtok, this bunch is as weird as the GLoG people. Sheesh. "Soo... What now?" She asks, idly brushing glass off the paddleboat, "Oh, haggling."

Imminently bored, she tries to snooze in the paddleboat chair.

[Darkcomet]

"I'm not going to fall for it, Magtok. Your 'guest list' would likely include the likes of Gordon and Jack, I assume, and there is no damn way I'm letting them get in here." DC then glances over at Mask. "He still hasn't done anything, so shut up."

[Maxios]

"Yeah! I second that!" Mask says agreeing with DC. He still is ready to whack Magtok with the mask-a-rang though. It's actually his job to whack Magtok. Mask is a superhero, Magtok's a supervillain...

[Reinholdt]

"Who said you get a choice about it?" :smalltongue:
Ilpholin giggles and runs off to plot the bachelor party.
Should the ballroom dancing come before or after the stripper? Oooh! Maybe they should just be combined into the same event! She has no idea how she's going to strip while dancing with Magtok though. That'd be kinda difficult. Hmm...

[Lord Magtok]

Well if she can seduce a dragon without having her abdominal organs messily rearranged, who knows what else that crazy drow is capable of?

Magtok starts up the paddleboat engine, and nods to DC.

Well I guess there's that, then. Oh, and you're all invited anyways.

He peers closely at Mask.

Except for this sycophant here. He can just sit at home while the rest of the world has a great time at the biggest party ever.

[Darkcomet]

"Works for me, as long as it's not here." DC isn't going to complain if Magtok wants to keep Mask away. Guy's even less restrained than DC is about violence!

[Maxios]

Well if she can seduce a dragon without having her abdominal organs messily rearranged, who knows what else that crazy drow is capable of?

Magtok starts up the paddleboat engine, and nods to DC.

Well I guess there's that, then. Oh, and you're all invited anyways.

He peers closely at Mask.

Except for this sycophant here. He can just sit at home while the rest of the world has a great time at the biggest party ever.

Mask puts the boomerang away. "Sorry about that. Common superhero procedure."

[Morty]

Wenomir isn't really sure what to say. Magtok getting married to this poor, obviously deranged catgirl was unexpected, inviting them to the party even more so. Looking around, he notices the purple-haired nymph. So this is the girl DC said has a stalker crush on KR. Until he recovers from the wound, it'll be best to be careful...

[Ashen Lilies]

KR makes her way slowly up the stairs, idly wondering what kind of damage Magtok has entirely not managed to do. She'd seen him smash through the window of course, in what she'd assumed to be some insane attack against WATCHTOWER for the purposes of inflicting property damage (hey, I mean, she's got a plotclone doing the exact same thing to him a few threads over), but she'd entirely failed to muster up any concern for her base, or faith in Magtok to do any meaningful harm to it. Hence why it's taken her all this time to arrive to the scene.
"Hi Magtok. Nice of you to drop by. Got a reason to be here, or is this just an excuse to be thrown out on your ass? You know, like every other time you've tried to break in to our base."
I'm betting on some unconscious level, Magtok enjoys being smacked around like he is. Why else would her persist?
Of course, KR is going to go nuts if she knew Magtok was getting married. It's just one of those things that DOESN'T. HAPPEN.
Even if the moon proposal was totally his style, and so KR must at least have a suspicion it was him. She's just not going to accept it.

[Morty]

Actually, he's here to invite us to his wedding, says Wenomir with a perfectly straight face.

[Murkus]

Adir is in his room, unpacking. Looks like a lot of fighting gear. And power tools. Hey, what's he doing with that drill--

The booming of a hammer and the whirring of an electric drill emanates from the barracks. The stag is apparently setting up shelves and hooks for his things.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok rolls his eyes.

Oh please, I only tried to break in once, and that was because I accidentally found myself in the possession of a bazillion superpowered goons who I couldn't manage to talk into mowing my lawn. If I was really here to break in, I'd drive something other than the paddleboat, and wear a glove that didn't fit, and have us all go to Inside's courts over the matter, and then publish a book entitled "This Is How I'd Do It If I Had Done It, But I Totally Didn't, Guys".

No, the reason I'm here is to clear up any silly conspiracy theories about the moon, and-

Darn it, Wendy! Why'd you hafta go and explain things before Magtok could.

...Right, now that we've sorted that matter out, would someone please get the door so I don't have to break another window to leave? Maybe Jim Carrey-

He points at Mask, evidently making this guy a target of his wrath solely because of the superhero appearance.

-over there? If it's not too difficult for him, I mean.

[Maxios]

"Ookay then." The Mask says cautiousaly. He opens the door.

[Morty]

Wenomir glances between Lord Magtok and The Mask wearily. Well, now that he opened the door for you, don't let us detain you, Your Lordship. It'll help us avoid futher damage to our base and your person.

[Maxios]

"I second that." Mask says, motioning for Magtok to leave.

[Murkus]

Adir emerges from his room, decked out in some impressive-looking adventuring/combat gear. A thick bulletproof vest, some sort of compact automatic weapon, a large sidearm, a backpack. And of course the form-fitting metal helmet/mask described in his character sheet.

His voice is a little muffled as he steps out into the common room. "Well, thanks for letting me join. I'm gonna go try and pull some money together. If an apocalypse crops up in the next day or so, call me." He will hand Wenomir, or anyone who will take it, a small piece of paper with his phone number. Similarly, it has his new employer's advertised location. The slums of Inside, building 97 B.

With a wave, Adir departs, hopping in his truck and taking off. Unless someone had something important to tell him, of course.

[Darkcomet]

DC seems to have up and vanished at some point. Huh.

[Maxios]

Mask sighs when Magtok doesn't leave.
"Dude, I have a feeling thse guys will throw you in a cell unless you leave now."

[Morty]

((You know, Magtok's player being offline doesn't mean his character isn't leaving. Magtok the character might or might not leave when Magtok the player posts.))

[Maxios]

((Alright. I wasn't totally sure)).

"I'm going to watch the Batman from the '60s. If anyone else wants to watch it, I'm in the living room." and there Mask goes to continue watching the batman show from the '60s!

[The Bushranger]

Shawna, menawhile, finally undeadtimes. And, unaware of anything going on since the last time she undeadtimes, decides to start with a cup of coffee. Irish.

[Ashen Lilies]

For perhaps the first time in a long while, the WATCHTOWER lens is aimed not at something groundbound, but instead staring into the deep recesses of space. Or the deep recesses of Near Nexus Orbit, depending on how accurate you want to be.
Seems KR wants an eye kept on the new neighbors.

[horngeek]

Cathy, meanwhile, is practicing her tracing.

[Morty]

Without anything better to do before his wounds heal, Wenomir is sitting on the couch in the common room, reading a book.

[Maxios]

For perhaps the first time in a long while, the WATCHTOWER lens is aimed not at something groundbound, but instead staring into the deep recesses of space. Or the deep recesses of Near Nexus Orbit, depending on how accurate you want to be.
Seems KR wants an eye kept on the new neighbors.

"What's the telescope looking at?" Maxios asks KR.

[Reinholdt]

Without anything better to do before his wounds heal, Wenomir is sitting on the couch in the common room, reading a book.

Ilpholin pops up behind him, leaning over him to take a look at what he's reading, close enough perhaps to even lean on him if she really wanted to invade his personal space. Moreso anyways. "Whatcha reading?!"

Granted Wenomir may have heard her sneaking up on him and stuff.

[Morty]

Wenomir does in fact hear Ilpholin approach. Unless she was taking care to be sneaky, in which case he doesn't.
Uh... it's "Prince" by some Machiavelli guy. And I don't think I've seen you here before. It's indeed "Prince" by Machiavelli. Wenomir seems to be determined on broadening his horizons. At least she didn't catch him read that relationship advice book.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin was indeed trying to be sneaky!

"I'm kinda newish in a been here forever sort of way. What's he prince of?"

[Morty]

He wasn't actually a prince himself. Just a politician. This book contains advice on how to be a good ruler. Not that I'm planning to be one. Wenomir gets up with some effort. My name's Wenomir Rawicz, by the way. Been here since this place was founded. Even if she's a crazy AMENite who's either a stalker or an assassin, it won't hurt to be polite for now.

[Reinholdt]

"Well that's silly. Just make sure to keep everyone in your kingdom either happy or dead. Duh." Ilpholin rolls her eyes. Ruling stuff was easy.

Awww... he moved. No more awkward encroaching of personal space. For now.
She stands up straight in her tight catsuit and offers her hand.
"Ilpholin Ghuanaer Xar'Cha."

[Morty]

One of Wenomir's reasons for getting up was, in fact, the awkward personal space encroachment.
He does go on a lot about how it's better to be feared than loved as a ruler. It's rather interesting. Even if half of it goes above his head. He shakes Ilpholin's hand. What brought you to WATCHTOWER?

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin brings a finger up to the edge of her mouth and looks as if she's thinking. "I came to... protect... the..... worlllld... from that... err... thing we protect the world from. That's pretty important." She nods seriously. "Yep yep."

"You?"

[Morty]

Wenomir's silent for a while. A rather long while. ...the same. To kick the asses of all those who'd threaten the Nexus or its inhabitants.

[Reinholdt]

"Right! Kicking ass! That's what we're here for! You, me, and KR..." :smallbiggrin:
She says KR's name with reverence, a dreamy look crossing her face and a sigh escaping her lips.

[Morty]

Well. Awkward. Wenomir considers his options, which are narrowed by the wound inhibiting his ability to fight. You know her? That seems safe.

[Reinholdt]

"Oh yeah. Of course. Haven't you met her? You've been here since the beginning, right?" :smallconfused:

[Morty]

Yeah, of course I've met her. She founded the place. Wenomir does his best to sound natural. It just sounded like you know here really well.

[Reinholdt]

"Oh I do. Reeeeeal well." Ilpholin winks at Wenomir.
Hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge, shove.

"I killed a dragon for her!" :smallcool:
Ilpholin looks around. "But don't tell her yet. It's a surprise."

[horngeek]

Cathy, at this moment, enters the main room, and looks for something to eat!

[Morty]

Oh, I see. Don't worry, I won't tell her anything. Looks like DC was right and Ilpholin is madly in love with KR. Wenomir would perhaps be jealous if he didn't know better. He'd add something like "she never mentioned you" but it'd be unadvisable. He then notices Cathy. Oh. Hello Cathy.

[Reinholdt]

"Hi Cathy."
Ilpholin waves, still giddy as Wenomir didn't try to dash her hopes and dreams.

[horngeek]

"Hey. How are you two?"

{{...out of interest, why is Ilphy loving KR in a stalker type way? :smalleek:}}

[Morty]

Both Wenomir and his player doubt Ilpholin would be convinced if Wenomir just told her that KR is already involved with someone.
I've been worse. This stab would is healing well.

[Reinholdt]

It's not a stalker love! It's true love of the most beautiful kind!
... 'Cording to Ilpholin anyways.

Actually Ilpholin would have believed Wenomir right away if he used those words.

Cause it's her. She knows cause she got a box of chocolates to prove it. *nod nod*

"Doing alright. You?"

[horngeek]

"All right. Being practicing my particular branch of magic quite a bit."

[Morty]

Training being the primary occupation here inbetween apocalypses. Mind you, I'm not in any fit shape to train now. Wenomir winces.

[Reinholdt]

"And what branch is that?"

Ilpholin looks over at Wenomir's wound. "You know, you should probably avoid getting stabbed." Helpful suggestion.

[horngeek]

Cathy traces a sword. "Basically, I'm only able to go down this one path, Tracing. The replication of every aspect of an object, projecting it from my mind. My specialty is swords."

[Morty]

Gee, thanks for the advice, Wenomir mutters, rolling his eyes. I'll keep that in mind.

[Reinholdt]

"You draw swords?" :smallconfused:
Seems kinda... silly for a magic ability.

"Good. May save your life one day." Ilpholin nods to Wenomir sagely.

[horngeek]

"It's really just a name. I replicate swords. Every aspect of them, in fact."

Including magical abilities. Not so silly now, is it? :smalltongue:

[Morty]

I was being sarcasting, you know. I haven't survived fifteen years of fighting by allowing myself to be stabbed.

[horngeek]

"Of course, occasionally it is a good idea. Or at least, the only option left."

...Cathy, please explain when allowing yourself to be stabbed is a good idea.

[Reinholdt]

Nope. Still pretty silly.

"I do hope you're using innuendo dear."

[Morty]

Yeah, I can't say I can imagine a situation in which getting stabbed is preferable.

[horngeek]

"Nope. If I saw no other option, I'd let the opponent stab me. Of course, I'd probably use their opening to behead them or something."

Oh. Right.

I'm playing one of those characters. :smallsigh:

[Morty]

Then again, if your opponent can stab you, there's a very good chance you won't get to use the opening. Dying does that.

[Reinholdt]

"Why don't you behead them as you dodge their stab? If they're stabbing in such a way as to overextend it shouldn't matter if you get hit or not, they're still leaving an opening. So don't get hit." Ilpholin fights! She knows this stuff.
I presume.

[horngeek]

"If they're skilled enough, they'll be able to counter that. But it's a lot harder when your weapon is actually held in something."

She turns to Weomir. "Personal experience should tell you being stabbed doesn't always kill you, and it's rarely instant."

[Morty]

Personal experience tells me that even if a stab doesn't kill you outright, it might do it over time. Or make you wish it would. I've been stabbed a couple of times, but only because I couldn't avoid it. The world he comes from is grim, gritty and brutal, after all.

[Reinholdt]

"Then get the sword stuck in something else. Wood or something. And if they're so skilled to dodge all those options and feints then I highly doubt that getting stabbed would really give you the opening you're looking for." More than likely the skilled opponent in such a fight would go for cutting off extremities and letting the person bleed to death or take off their head.

"Well you can get stabbed if you want. I think I'll pass though. Martyrism isn't for me." Besides her whip gives her quite the reach advantage over swords anyways.

[Maxios]

Maxios suddenly appears in the entrance, in full green lantern garb. "Take me to your leader!" he tells the nearest member of WATCHTOWER.

[Reinholdt]

"Well gotta go."
Ilpholin doesn't particular like dealing with space aliens so heads out to let someone else deal with Maxios. And to pick up some boots. Anyways, she has to...

((deadtime))

[Zefir]

Andy arrives ,too. and his first reaction ends in a *facepalm*.

"Oh my god! 'Take me to your leader!'? I really missed something."

[Maxios]

"Well it seemed like a good thing to say!" Maxios tells Andy.

"Bring me to the person who leads you!" Maxios tells the neares person from WATCHTOWER.

[happyturtle]

They might want to knock on the door first. They won't find anyone outside.

[Morty]

First things first. Tell me who you are and what in the hell do you want, says Wenomir, the red-eyed tall man who looks like his player's avatar only unarmored and wearing a ponytail.

[Maxios]

"We're from LANTERN, and we noticed your telescope was watching us!" Maxios tells Wenormir.

((Happy, they teleported into the main room))

Mask is still watching Batman reruns, oblivious.


Edit: Maxios has brown hair, and is wearing the typical clothes of a Green Lantern, except he has a red leather jacket on top of it.

[Zefir]

"We just wanted to clear things before someone gets hurt."

[Maxios]

"Yeah. We just want some info."

[Darkcomet]

"Oh, so the rumors about idiots giving out artifacts like candy in taverns are true?" Says a voice coming from behind Maxios and Andy.

Whoops. It's DC (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=9780397&postcount=265), carrying that beam rifle of his.

"You do realize that those most likely to take up your offers are those who simply lust for greater power to abuse, correct?"

[Maxios]

"It was an ingenious recruiting effort!" Maxios says angrily.

[Morty]

I don't know what the hell you're talking about. And if you "just want some info", teleporting in here is not the way to begin. Then DC comes in. Rings? What rings?

[Maxios]

"Power Rings. We're a superteam dedicated to fighting evil." Maxios explains. "Why are you watching our HQ"

[Zefir]

"Well you never will be able to avoid someone abuse power, but we first get them to the HQ and teach them ."

Then whispering to Maxios

"Is there anything you do if they abuse the power?"

[Darkcomet]

DC glances over at Wenomir. "I happen to have heard a rumor about someone giving out those rings they're talking about to random people in a tavern. It seems it's true. This guy, from what I've heard, is the culprit."

Meanwhile, DC directs a small amount of psychokinetic force-about the amount of a typical smack to the face-at Maxios's...

Face.

"Idiot! You gave the damn things out without any prior knowledge of who you were giving them to! For all you know you could have given them to someone who wants to kill us all! If that's how you're going to run your 'evil-fighting superteam,'" DC says, illusory hands briefly appearing beside him to do air quotes, "Then the Nexus will be better off without it."

[Morty]

You're right, DC. This idea is bloody moronic. Wenomir huffs. Seriously, giving out powers to random people? That's a recipe for disaster.

[Maxios]

"If they abuse their power, we take the rings away from them. If they still do bad things, we put them in our jail cells."

The force makes Maxios go back a little.

"Hey! At least we fight ALL evil, not just a big one every few months!"

Uh oh. He's getting mad now.

[Morty]

And didn't it dawn on you that you might end up spending all your time fighting evil people who would be no threat if you hadn't given them those "rings of power"? Put them in your jail cells, that's rich.

[ThirdEmperor]

Mr. Cat, half a mile away, is chuckling as his disembodied and invisible eye watches the scene unfold.

[FireFox]

Spyridon stands besides Wenomir and, with a disinterested air, peruses his spellbook.

[Maxios]

"The rings can only work on people of good aligment. I personally enchanted them to break if someone evil puts them on!" Maxios says, really getting angry. This won't end well.

[ThirdEmperor]

(Seriously? Because you said evil people were allowed to join LANTERN.)

[Morty]

Right, because noone who's not evil can ever cause trouble. Yep. Wenomir isn't really angry, actually. More like really, really exasperated.

[Maxios]

(Maxios knows how to change aligment. Plus, if a member of team does something evil, Maxios takes their ring away.)

"Okay, I suggest we stop arguing." Maxios says taking a deep breath.

[Darkcomet]

DC rolls his eyes. "And how can you guarantee that you can get the rings away from them? I doubt they're going to just let you."

Then Maxios's comment about fighting all evil earns him a rather angry glare from the psychic. "Last I checked we opposed AMEN as well. And I personally happen to have a major role in keeping the peace in Inside." He doesn't explain that, of course, not wanting to tell these idiots about the details.

"Get out, you idiots, and make sure I never hear about you handing those things out again."

[Zefir]

"I think we need to leave Maxios and look more carefully after the new members."

[The Bushranger]

Shawna, bearing her coffee, pauses in a hallway and listens in...

[Maxios]

"I opposed AMEN too! I was a spy for HALO, and gave them all of AMEN's plans!" Maxios says, now really angry. "I stopped 3 bank robberies in Inside!" His ring starts to glow.

[Morty]

That's the first smart thing any of you two said, says Wenomir in response to Andy. He's obviously smarter than the other one.

[FireFox]

Spyridon starts quietly muttering under his breath, not seeming to be paying attention to the conversation at all, like he's just in the room by coincidence.

[Maxios]

Maxio is trying to keep calm.

[Darkcomet]

"Fool. HALO doesn't do anything other than sit in their little undersea bunker." DC waves a hand, which briefly flares with a dark red aura. A transparent red forcefield appears between DC and Maxios, the psychic glancing towards Andy. "I recommend that you have him stripped of his position of power in the organization immediately."

[Zefir]

"Hey Maxio cool down let me handle this return to the base and get all together who have a ring now. I think we need to first make clear that they all know why they have the ring."

[Maxios]

"It's okay. I'm leader, I'm staying."

"We were all chosen to have the rings! You don't choose to get a ring! Some force chooses you!"

[Morty]

As far as forces go, this one doesn't sound very smart, says Wenomir dryly.

[Darkcomet]

"You are quite clearly a terrible leader." DC waves his hand again, and the doors to outside open. "Leave. Remember what I said about handing those things out."

[Maxios]

Maxios is still trying to hold his rage back. Any minute now, he'll stop holding it back.

It's official now, a sword appears in his hand. He looks at it, and forces it to vansh,

[Zefir]

" Maxios I think we reached a point where both sides have to take their time, far away from the other. And I need you to go back to the HQ cause I first want to learn more about the ring instead of using it now."

Andy tries to grap Maxios and take him out to teleport back.

[Maxios]

Andy drags Maxios a little, but other then that, he won't budge.

[Darkcomet]

DC gives Andy a slight nod. "Thank you for being the reasonable one."

[FireFox]

Spyridon closes his spellbook with a snap and looks up calmly at Maxios.
The air behind him flickers, chills, then, finally condenses into a spectral form of a warrior with an ethereal suit of armor and a sword.

[Maxios]

Maxios doesn't notice the spirit.

[Zefir]

Andy facepalm again. on his skin remain the imprint of his left hand . Never facepalm with a metal hand.

"Come on Maxios or do you want to be the bad guy now? We came here and noone of them did attack us."

[Maxios]

Maxios notices the spirt, and shows it to Andy.
"Summounging a spirit to attack?" he tells DC.

[FireFox]

It is for the purpose of defense, actually. The Wizard's tone is mild. Power and anger is a worrisome combination.

[Maxios]

"The thing is, I have patience. I know when one must drop the shield and pick up the sword."

[Darkcomet]

DC looks straight at Maxios, then waves his hand again, and Maxios is now the target of a psychic calming attempt as DC tries to tone down his anger.

How convenient.

[Zefir]

"What would you do if 2 people pop up into your Home or in the HQ ? I think you would prepare something to intimitade them cause its the easy way to skip a fight."

Good enougth for all included Andy has a strong will but everything has an end.

[Maxios]

Green rings boost willpower, and Maxios has good spell resistance. He's calmed a little
Maxios begins leaving.
"I'll be back to talk about diplomacy with your leader." he says, grabs Andy, and teleports away.

[Darkcomet]

DC sighs. "At least he's gone..."

[Morty]

Weles' antlers, that was weird. Wenomir shakes his head. And not in a good way.

[VampireRot]

"Something bad is bound to happen with them around."

Oh hey, look! It's Merrak! The drow walks down from... upstairs? onto the tail end of the conversation, though you can bet he was listening to the whole thing. The drow has the same nonchalant expression as always.

[horngeek]

Cathy shrugs. "Maybe. On the other hand, I wouldn't attack them unless they actually do cause something to cause harm."

[Darkcomet]

DC nods at Merrak. "Yeah. Nothing good can come of an organization run by that idiot. Hopefully the other one heeds my advice."

[FireFox]

After waiting a few minutes, just in case, Spyridon turns and says a few words to the ghostly warrior in an arcane tongue to dismiss it back to whatever spirit realm he called it out of.

[Maxios]

A letter from LANTERN pops in front of DC.

[VampireRot]

Merrak keeps his expression flat.

"It'd probably be best to stop him before he does anything. We could find the source of those "rings" and neutralize it. Or... just dispose of him."

The drow's nonchalant voice veils the threat in his voice. Not towards DC, but toward anyone DC might find "problematic".

Merrak is bored and wants to hit something. :smallannoyed:

[Maxios]

The letter appears to look at Merrak like "Go ahead, I dare you."

[Morty]

Honestly, with a leader like him, all they'll be able to do is romp around at random, Wenomir says dryly. This guy was prefectly willing to start a fight here with just une unwilling ally alongside him.

[Maxios]

The letter glares at Wenomir.

[Darkcomet]

DC telekinetically snatches the letter, opening it in much the same manner. He'll read it unless interrupted.

[VampireRot]

Merrak doesn't notice the letter's look.

Because its a letter. Letters do not usually have eyes. >.>

He seems curious, and waits for DC to read it though.

[Maxios]

This is written on the letter.

Dear DC

I apologize for my actions. I was quick to anger, and rude. I made my group appear to be an idioutic, clueless one, I apologize for my actions, and I hope the whole of WATCHTOWER may forgive me, and LANTERN.
I would also like to request a meeting with your leader.

From, Maxios, leader of LANTERN

[Darkcomet]

DC raises an eyebrow. "It's an apology, apparently. Not that I know where to send any reply to..."

[Maxios]

On the other side, it has the address of LANTERN HQ

[Darkcomet]

DC looks at it rather exasperatedly. "I don't think I can get a reply to a space station..."

[Maxios]

There's a mini rocket ship attatched to put your reply in.

[ThirdEmperor]

A voice speaks, seemingly from nowhere, although those with the ability to see the invisible may note a disembodied eye floating in the air. I will relay your reply quite happily.

Ninjaed.

[VampireRot]

Merrak would laugh, but his poker face is much too good. Apologies? The drow barely understands the concept.

"Really? Huh."

That's all of the words of wisdom he has to offer. >.>

The mini rocket ship gets the same blank stare Merrak gives everyone. But blanker, somehow.

[Maxios]

A voice speaks, seemingly from nowhere, although those with the ability to see the invisible may note a disembodied eye floating in the air. I will relay your reply quite happily.

Ninjaed.

Woo! The first time I ninja'd someone!

[Darkcomet]

"Some player out there really needs to start thinking these things out beforehand..." DC heads outside, writing a reply with a paper and pen he got from...somewhere.


Unfortunately WATCHTOWER has no official leader, and I myself often fill the role. So if you're going to talk to someone, it may as well be me. However, I must reiterate that giving the rings out to just anyone is extremely dangerous, and strongly recommend that it be ceased immediately.

-DC

Presumably the rocket takes it and heads off.

[Morty]

Apology? Boy, this guy sure changes his mind quickly. Wenomir shakes his head. There's going to be trouble with them. He pauses. May I ask you something, Spyridon?

[FireFox]

Apology? Boy, this guy sure changes his mind quickly. Wenomir shakes his head. There's going to be trouble with them. He pauses. May I ask you something, Spyridon?

The emerald-robed mage nods politely to Wenomir. Of course, good sir.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin returns and goes looking for KR!

[Morty]

The emerald-robed mage nods politely to Wenomir. Of course, good sir.

You've been trying to get your magic back, if I remember right. Would you happen to have recovered some healing spells?

[VampireRot]

Ilpholin?

>.>
<.<

Merrak slides back to his room, stealthy like. He is not at all familiar with her, but knows who she is at least. :smallyuk:

*whump's players forgetfulness on whole drow backstory thing*

[horngeek]

Cathy is... around. Could be interacted with.

[Reinholdt]

They arrived at the same time.
In the same group.
Along with the KK's beserker, Teb, Shadow of the Sun's interrogator, and I think one other.

Regardless, Ilpholin is quite aware of sneaky sneaky via sound. If not who.
"Who's there?!"
She whirls, one hand on her whip as she scans the hall. She may have been alerted to his presence, but isn't so good as to defeat an opposing sneaking drow and find out his exact location.

[VampireRot]

Oh. Right. That.

"No one. You're imagining things."

Merrak calls out, before darting up the stairs away to the barracks and into his room. He leaves the door open, however. And carefully takes out his mace and longsword, setting the deadly weapons on his generic organization-room bed. Not in a threatening position, but still just in reach.

Silly drow's being risky. :smallyuk: And a bit too humorous for his own good. :smallannoyed:

((Or not up stairs. >.> Just into room. *Whumps self for not checking first post on base layout again*))

[Reinholdt]

"Is that why I hear fleeing then? Coward!" Ilpholin pulls her whip out. She knows there's no real cowards in drow society. Just sneaky, sneakier, and still living. But it's always worth shouting to rile someone up and try to force their hand.

She follows behind, albiet at a slower, more cautious pace. Eventually she reaches the open door room and sneaks up to it, very carefully peering in, thoroughly expecting an attack.

[VampireRot]

"What are you doing here?"

Merrak stands "unthreateningly" in clear view, his weapons as well. His scarred face is still blank as ever, though he looks a tiny bit angry and admonishing.

[Reinholdt]

"You?"
Ilpholin glances around to make sure they're alone before stepping in and moving to put away her weapon and close the door.
"I'm doing my job. What're you doing here?"

[VampireRot]

"Doing my job."

Merrak folds his arms.

"And you're compromising it. You're not very subtle at all, and I've no clue how you made it this far. Probably because the "people" up here are indecisive and fairly useless with these matters. But they have lots of power." :smallannoyed:

Also, something vague about Teb and Raril. But Merrak has little information about that, and is uninterested in it.

His eyes look up and around the room, wondering if the room might be bugged or watched. He's switched to the language of the drow, just to be sure. Paranoia is fun.

[Reinholdt]

Ilpholin switches to Drow as well. "F'sarn naut ves subtle?! Dos shar dosst norrs jaluk. Dos re l' uss sneaking bauth lu' ran a ust ml'aen d' uns'aa. KA jalbol dos ph' l' uss compromising USSTA ussgyot. Mal'ai! Xun dos inbal jala ul'hyrr lu'oh ulu tangis' mora z'arlathil?"*

* I'M not very subtle?! You mind your mouth male. You are the one sneaking around and ran at first sight of me. IF anything you are the one compromising MY position. Idiot! Do you have any idea how to even act natural?

[VampireRot]

Merrak would chuckle. But he doesn't, keeping the eerie lack of emotion on his face.

<"That was to attract your attention. No one else noticed. And I believe you who doesn't act natural, or at least not in a way that the worms here accept.">

The drow shakes his head.

<"But I digress. I merely was curious about whether you have heard anything. Have you?">

Of course, he's just itching to kill her right then and there to show how the power of matriarchy did not extend here, and that they were equals in their mission. But, corpses are hard to explain, unfortunately. :smallyuk: She'll get her way, for now.

[Reinholdt]

<"You THINK no one else noticed. And they've accepted me just fine!"> Ilpholin says, raising her voice. That's a touchy subject for her.

Ilpholin begins releasing pheromones into the air.

<"And of course I've heard things. I'm not like that idiot Teb who doesn't do anything. I've got plenty of juicy things to share with the Matron when we get back. You?"> Protecting KR comes first though.

[VampireRot]

<"Thinking is as good as knowing with these monkeys.">

Merrak doesn't bat an eye at Ilpholin's outburst. His foot slides back a bit once she begins releasing pheromones, however.

<"Detailed reports on nearly everyone I've met that seems powerful enough to warrant one. On the organizations too of course, and local history. I plan on investigating the Empire at some point.">

"Detailed" isn't the best word for the reports, of course. Merrak isn't social or openly snoopy, so its all observation, rumors, and eavesdropped conversation. Still a good deal of information.

He doesn't bother sharing his suspicions that this world is more than ready to deal with anything the drow do.