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Fauxlosophe Since: Aug, 2010
#76: Mar 9th 2015 at 9:31:42 PM

Laois tilted her head a little as Cat Sidhe wrote. Still, after Cat spoke, Laois nodded and set her chin between her thumb and forefinger.

As she did, the letters on the pad began to shift, "Cad bí tú ag scríoḃann? Níl a ḟios agam an teanga coiṁṫíoċ seo..."

Another pause and she shifted slightly awkwardly, the letters following her, "I hope you have Gaelic... but I don't recognize the letters you're writing in..."

She looks up from concentration, clearly slightly embarrassed, having expected a flashier show in some language she understood, "If I really concentrate, I can locate a document in a room or change it as it is written. Amongst other things. If you'd like, I could redraw your symbols perfectly, but it would only be by rote and not by meaning... I imagine that this might have applications for someone in your business, if nothing else than for fixing typos after it is too late and finding documents far faster than one could through physically routing through the pages. There are other... applications but off the top of my head, it seems like I could be some service to your firm as an unpaid intern on weekends for some term or as a free call in specialist..."

"What are you writing? I don't know this strange tongue..." Laois is assuming Cat has Gaelic and trying to curry favour that way

edited 10th Mar '15 12:03:19 AM by Fauxlosophe

CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#77: Mar 9th 2015 at 9:46:38 PM

"Ah yes, the realm of ogres! I have ventured there before, and it is home to many a noble demon such as yourself. If only more of your kind within my homeland had such honor! But what are these 'pro-wrestlers' of which you speak? Is this the name of the ogres' knightly order? You do have the air of a warrior about you," Mattrin said.

WolfAmongGods poisonpenpal from The Metta Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: Dancing with Captain Jack Harkness
poisonpenpal
#78: Mar 9th 2015 at 10:09:40 PM

Columbus Station - Interior Core

Star Fall blasted through a wall into another room, but this one was different and made of some kind of rock. Concrete. I think Throttle said something about concrete. He stepped into the room and lights flickered on. There was a stone bench against the wall wiht several models of the device he came here for. Nah, too small. He sadi something about them being 'big enough to fit in' or something like that I dunno. I have got to sart listening to these 'not-plans' more. He sighed audibly and spotted the thing. In the corner and it was slightly taller than Star Fall. Bingo.

He jumped on top of the thing and sat down cross-legged. He closed his eyes and focused, even chanting a little. The device rose a few feet into the air along with Star Fall. He smiled and guided it back the way he came in. Well this is gonna be a huge pain in the ass going aaalll the way back. He stopped a moment and weighed his options.

He pointed both hands at the nearest wall and blasted it wiht all the power he could muster. Light came in thoguh the hole in the wall. He exited the facility through it. He paused for a moment wondering if the angel was still harassing them. He shrugged and flew off with the device in the opposite direction.

Outskirts of Silicon Street

Star Fall found a nice isolated spot and set the generator down on the ground. He remained on top of it. Waiting. "Oh man the best part." He closed his eyes and focused, resting himself and recharging. Pushed it kinda hard today. Whatever lesson learned I guess. Thoguh I should invest in some kind of limit break ability if I ever get in a real fight. He groaned and kept waiting.

edited 9th Mar '15 10:32:42 PM by WolfAmongGods

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Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#79: Mar 9th 2015 at 11:08:57 PM

"Well basically it—"

beep

Cen tore the grenade out of his pants and hucked it over his shoulder. "Live grenades. Standard showbiz, nothing to it. Anyway, pro wrestling is like, uh..." He thought for a moment. "Let's step out the street, first of all, and second we should probably wait for the girl to come over here so I can explain to the both of you. Basically, do you want to participate in fights as real as the money you're paid to do so? Because that's a good metaphor, honestly; again, I'll explain once the others are here."

Saturn Hurr from On The Rings Since: Jun, 2011 Relationship Status: I-It's not like I like you, or anything!
Hurr
#80: Mar 9th 2015 at 11:57:17 PM

"Temperentia!" Her hammer turned back into a shield, and she took the brunt force of the car rammed at her. The cross protected her body, but she was still pushed back with a lot of force. She used her strength to push back, flapping her winds fiercely. "Y-You're being...a very...bad...BOY! Industria!"

As her hammer appeared, she tore into the car, bending it completely, smushing into Throttle inside from both halves of the vehicle, trying to trap him inside.

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Back after a long hiatus
#81: Mar 10th 2015 at 9:15:35 AM

Andreia hopped off the dead kaiju and walked over to Cen and Mattrin, making sure to take a wide detour around the grenade. "No thanks. Much as I'd love to, I have pre-existing commitments. I appreciate the offer, though."

edited 10th Mar '15 9:16:08 AM by Tojin

“Not a promise, not an oath, or a malediction or a curse. Inevitable." - Taylor Hebert
TehStanman Master Saboteur from Standard Since: Feb, 2012 Relationship Status: You can be my wingman any time
Master Saboteur
#82: Mar 10th 2015 at 9:42:42 AM

"Believe me, wench, it's about to get a lot worse." He said as the space around him began to close in.

Throttle tore off the door next to the driver's seat and slammed it into his angelic opponent. Then, taking this chance to unstrap his seatbelt, he tore off the door next to him as well and jumped out of the car, using the torn-off door as a platform to bring him back safely onto the ground.

"Why does everything have to loop back to YGO?" -Guy who ruined YGO
UndyingPhoenix Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
#83: Mar 10th 2015 at 10:37:21 AM

"Hey, where'd he go?"

He lands in the street where the massive battle took place.

"Seems I'm too late. Dammit."

He decides to fly over the city, looking for any signs of criminal activity, especially by Stars.

silverpunk lord of the gays from somewhere in space, probably Since: Oct, 2014 Relationship Status: Pining for the fjords
lord of the gays
#84: Mar 10th 2015 at 1:25:11 PM

Cat nodded his head once "I have every language, but your mastery of Gaelic is appreciated, as is your mastery of ink. We have too many interns, in my opinion, but as for specialists... we certainly have none with your skill set. I have an idea for what you might do for me... but before I reveal something incriminating, let's get this contract in order."

Cat presses a button hidden on the desk,a nd call out to his secretary for parchment and ink.

"I think you'll find, Laois," Cat said as his items were brought in from the front, "that contracts are quite important for me. Obviously, you are getting something out of this, but I must inform you that if you fail to hold up your end of the bargain... things won't go quite well for you."

The Parchment having been filling itself with words the entire time, Cat pointed to a spot towards the bottom of the increasingly lengthening scroll. "There is the fine print. If you fail in the mission I will set before you, your soul will be forfeit. I might not even collect it, but there it is."

Pushing the inkwell towards Laois, Cat purred. "Sign at your risk. I should note that there are financial... perks for a completed mission. Outside of what you have asked me to do already."

OUT OF THE CROOKED TIMBER OF HUMANITY NO STRAIGHT THING WAS EVER BUILT
kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#85: Mar 10th 2015 at 1:53:38 PM

Silicon Street

"Perhaps, but I wonder if you can say the same." Strolling in from around the slashed flank of the monster, Raymond, having just placed his eyepatch back upon his colored eye, coolly walked toward Mattrin, all while pretending to smoke a cigarette that he had taken out of his right pocket. Ryamond had a sort of love/hate relationship with cigarettes; on the one hand, he hated the smoke and the awful taste, and the fact that people continued to smoke them despite what they could do to you. On the other hand, the act of smoking looked really, really cool. So he comprised, placing a cigarette in his mouth without actually lighting the thing. And that was fine by him.

"Hello, Raymond Renolds, Private Eye, I don't believe we've met, what a magnificent suit of armor if I may say so and I do say so and, oh yes, salutations for bringing that rampaging beastie crashing down! Absolutely smashing! Oh, I helped a bit, but only a bit! Just a fantastic job, truly! Oh, and you did know whether or not that building you crashed the monster into was inhabited or not, didn't you? Just curious."

CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#86: Mar 10th 2015 at 2:49:54 PM

Mattrin was distracted from consideration of Honja's proposal by the other people walking over to them, one a woman and the other this "Private Eye." An appropriate title, for one of his eyes was indeed hidden from the world. Mattrin had yet to find such a suitable appellation for himself as he had few distinguishing characteristics other than his sheer size. He looked over at the rubble left of the building that the monster had fallen onto, pondering Reynolds's question. In his home ward of Euralia, he might have known, but the architecture of Silicon Street was unfamiliar to him.

"Nay, Sir Reynolds of the Private Eye. I know not," the knight answered, somewhat confused by the question.

Fauxlosophe Since: Aug, 2010
#87: Mar 10th 2015 at 3:06:03 PM

Cat Sidhe Legal Offices

Laois looked over the document intently and manually, quite different from the powers which she had demonstrated before, not wishing to risk any misunderstadings.

"See I figured this would mostly be matter of a couple light spells of a slightly more elaborate legal loophole for a hundred or so hours of work, specialty work but work all the same," She said idly, as she scanned the conditions and make of the paper, "Though I did know your way of going about things before hand. I hardly expected blockbuster late fees..."

She sighs, "Still it's a rather long contract. I'm amazed you keep track of the whole thing. Is it one of those magic contracts? Where you can't alter anything after we sign it? Or do keep these already signed and notarized? I doubt it considering how many particular cases you get here."

She looked to be concentrating a few particular points, "You'll excuse my curiousity, I've just never signed anything quite this serious..."

edited 10th Mar '15 3:06:31 PM by Fauxlosophe

kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#88: Mar 10th 2015 at 4:14:03 PM

"Ah, I see." Raymond than took a quick few seconds to scour the immediate area of any juicy surface thoughts; surely someone must have known whether or not there was anyone actually inside the building. It wasn't long before he latched onto Dirk Gently, an old cop who know the surrounding area inside and out, who just so happened to be thinking about the current situation...

' Well, let's see; did my laundry, walked the dog, and evacuated that there building as soon that Monster #4847 showed up. Still have to see Bill about that rectum surg— '

And that was enough of that. The important thing was, no-one was inside the building. This was undoubtedly good news. However...

"Sorry about that. Anyway, no; I'm sure that there was likely no-one present in the building at all; that would just be silly! But, if I may ask, what if there had been anyone inside the building? I mean, if there had, than you would be course be responsible for such an unfortunate occurrence. Wouldn't you?"

edited 10th Mar '15 4:14:39 PM by kkhohoho

CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#89: Mar 10th 2015 at 5:35:33 PM

Mattrin stared.

"What occurrence?" he asked after a moment, trying and failing to understand.

kkhohoho (4 Score & 7 Years Ago)
#90: Mar 10th 2015 at 5:50:19 PM

Silicon Street

Raymond scratched the back of his neck; this was a thick one, wasn't he? "Sir, I mean no offense by what I am about to say, truly, but let me put this to you in a way using terms that you may understand. You crashed that monster — the very one we're standing in front of — into the building, yes? Now, if people had been in the building, they could have been injured, if not worse You would have been the one responsible for crashing the monster into the building (which you are,); you thus would have been responsible for the building being crashed at all (which you are,); and, in closing, you thus would have been responsible for at least several injuries (which you fortunately are not,). Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

edited 10th Mar '15 6:37:06 PM by kkhohoho

Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#91: Mar 10th 2015 at 6:33:30 PM

"Oh, well, I'm sure you can bring it up with my manager." Cen crashed in behind Mattrin, throwing an arm over the man's shoulder. "He knows how to talk this talk way better than either of us. You watch the SWF, by any chance? Big guy here's gonna be having a match soon and we need to get him training, and I'd hate for him to get all disrupted with this talk. Can I give you a number to call about this instead?"

silverpunk lord of the gays from somewhere in space, probably Since: Oct, 2014 Relationship Status: Pining for the fjords
lord of the gays
#92: Mar 10th 2015 at 7:21:29 PM

"No worries, friend. I understand your misgivings." Growing larger still, Cat climbed from the desk and onto the floor, crossing behind the chair in which Laois sat. When he settled behind her, his head was level with hers.

"I cannot alter contracts, and the wording is arranged with that in mind. We do, however, also keep contracts on file in a less magical sense. All bases covered, you understand. The service, while more serious than initially anticipated on your part, will require you— and I, actually— to be part of a small... team. Your powers suit the situation quite nicely, and will greatly simplify my plan. Now," Cat leaned forward so that his massive head was now over her shoulder, "nothing else about that deary business until we have come to an agreement. Feel free to walk away from the desk, before it is too late. I will harbor no ill will towards you."

edited 10th Mar '15 7:23:35 PM by silverpunk

OUT OF THE CROOKED TIMBER OF HUMANITY NO STRAIGHT THING WAS EVER BUILT
CATS3688 Since: Jan, 2011
#93: Mar 10th 2015 at 7:43:51 PM

"Aye, 'tis my sworn duty to slay foul beasts! I cannot hesitate in battle merely on the chance of injuries! Surely the common folk may petition their lords for relief now that they are safe once more. Come now, friends, let us be off! The beast puts off quite a stench," Mattrin said, chuckling to himself. Now that he understood, he felt rather foolish for taking so long to catch on. The man had merely jested! No rational man could find fault with a knight for toppling his opponent, no matter the results.

Fauxlosophe Since: Aug, 2010
#94: Mar 10th 2015 at 8:09:44 PM

Laois smiled nervously, as she shifted to the final part of the contract, setting it down on the desk and leaving the rest underneath it.

"Perhaps I misread what was said there but I'd not want to think my soul is forfeit because a plan you concieved of failed," Laois said, "I assume that so long as I provide what is asked of me, within the realm of the realm of what is reasonably, you'll not be calling my soul forfeit or anything of that nature."

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Never Trust
#95: Mar 10th 2015 at 8:10:13 PM

Nova, The Silver Star nightclub

"So, tell me what you think," Kimiko said to the S Ilver S Tar's owner, Eddie Danes. She was preparing a new illusion for the Saturday show and wanted his opinion. She was in her human form and wearing a loose, white outfit outfit that technically covered her from wrists to ankles but was strategically slashed to show off flashes of skinn on her arms, shoulders and legs as she moved.

She gave a slow curtsy that nrought her almost to the floor of the stage as a soft melody sprany up from her mind. Although she held nothing she put something onto the stage then slowly stood. As she did a seed of light appeared on the spot that she had touched shimmering iridescently.

Three streams of light, one gold, one red, on blue sprung out of the seed and twined around each ther then springing apart and forming into dragons. As the music swelled dramatically the began to dance around each other and then with Kimiko

When the performance was over Eddie stood up and applauded.

"That's great kid. You're a real artist."

"I know."

Trump delenda est
Taco Since: Jan, 2001
#96: Mar 10th 2015 at 8:39:23 PM

"Heh, Kayfabe." Cen said with a grin.

Kkutwar The Prince of Foolish Relevations from A Place Beneath both Good & Evil Since: Feb, 2013 Relationship Status: What is this thing you call love?
The Prince of Foolish Relevations
#97: Mar 10th 2015 at 9:23:04 PM

Silicon Street - Richardson Craftworks - Cornelius Hawking

Wiring the driver money into his account, Cornelius steps out from the taxi and gazes upon his home. While not standing tall and raking in the money like the rest of Silicon's companies, Cornelius is nonetheless proud of it for providing so many with their wants. "Still, that name... Who are you, Sir Richardson? Can't quite convince myself he's just an builder after all this time."

Walking through the front door, Cornelius looks to his mother as she waves at his arrival. Going back to her call in earnest, Cornelius quietly takes the elevator up to his room as his thoughts darken. Opening the metal door to gaze over the lack of a room (with the key features of a bed, desk, chair and computer), Cornelius heads straight to the back of his closet and extends his right hand slightly.

One click going off, the wall slides open to reveal another elevator. Stepping in, a mechanical voice rings out "Genetic analysis, commencing... Analysis complete, Metal is authorized." With that the wall slides shut as the elevator proceeds to descend. Deactivating his suit's disguise, Cornelius removes his helmet and holds it in his left arm.

Closing his eyes in thought, Cen's words immediately after the creature's death start playing in his head. Right eye starting to twitch, Cornelius tightens his hold on his helmet as he starts echoing in his head. His face starting to snarl, Cornelius punches the elevator door as he lets loose a brief but loud yell of rage. With that, the elevator has arrived on the bottom and standing before the opened door is a brown haired five foot nine woman with insectoid wings growing out of her back.

"My lord, is something troubling you? I've compiled a short list of information on that Cen Honja individual you asked about." Wearing a deeply annoyed expression, Cornelius pushes his helmet over to the woman as he angrily walks over to a large computer set up. Activating a holographic display of several armor files, Cornelius starts scrolling through them before speaking.

"Would I be correct in assuming Cen Honja is a wrestler? His arrogance definitely would fit." Cocking one eyebrow in curiosity, the woman responds. "My lord, I highly doubt all wrestlers are like this Cen Honja. Though yes, he is indeed a wrestler. He's with the Starline Wresting Federation, and has the primary gimmick of being a Bard. The SWF doesn't seem to ban magic use, so he might know some spells."

Turning around to look at the woman, Cornelius starts lightly laughing... which starts turning into angry mocking yells instead. "Of course he's a wrestler, why in the names of Gods not? If flying chickens can be superheroes, why not a freaking wrestler huh? After all, fighting is just one big game with no consequences, of course a freaking wrestler can go around being a superhero! Maybe he can just suplex all the bad people into jail! After all, being a freaking hero is easy! In fact, Mella project canceled, I'll just go train wrestlers!"

Teeth bared, Cornelius starts flexing his fingers and breathing to calm down. Taking on a calmer expression, Cornelius kneads his forehead with two of his right fingers. Breathing once more, Cornelius starts removing the rest of the suit and speaks to the woman while doing so. "I hate people who treats this all like a game. I especially hate those that think fighting is all there is to heroism. Just... They're the worst kind of 'hero', needing something to fight to prove themselves. Still..."

Now out of the suit fully, Cornelius starts connecting the pieces together as he opens a holographic file named 'Wild Electron', displaying a large bipedal machine with blade wings attached to the back. "I think I'll field test the Electron on the SWF once its built, I can't allow such a place of civilian suppression to stand forever." Propping up his suit on its legs, Cornelius removes the vial of synthetic angel blood from it and hands it to the woman.

"By the way Sarah, I extracted some samples from the monster that was rampaging earlier. Could you please empty the finger extractors for me? I hope to find some usefulness out of that shoddy bioform." With a quiet nod, Sarah puts the helmet on the suit and easily carries it away. Turning back to the computer, Cornelius opens up a file containing updating museum information.

Scrolling through it in hopes of finding something interesting, Cornelius stops upon noticing an article about an old magical item donated by a Star who has replaced it with a better item. "Hmm... a mask that allows the wearer to levitate... No wonder they feel safe openly announcing its presence. Still..." Looking at an armor design for a suit labelled 'Freeze Raider', Cornelius shifts his eyes back to the mask.

Turning towards one of his backup Repulsor suits, Cornelius proceeds to put it on and heads back to the elevator he took to get down here.


The Hollow - Of Curses and Corpses - Samson Cresting

Ding ding ding Looking up at the bell set by the door, Samson sets his eyes on the shop's owner. It was one sixty year old man, who used to be a practicing mage but now spends his time selling magical ingredients & items to others. The man scoffs at Samson, a man who dislikes hunters and demons more. His love of a sale keeps him from making a ruckus, and a particular attachment to living keeps him from burning Samson's face again.

Casually whistling, Samson starts looking over the wolf's bane before calling out "Hey, how much would some wolf's bane cost? I was thinking I could splash it with a little holy water, mash it up and apply it to a vampire to temporarily immobilize them. Just got a job hunting a dangerous one, and I don't exactly have the time to acquire more holy wood from Gaia."

Narrowing his eyes a bit and grumbling, the old man disdainfully answers. "Five a piece, though I wouldn't exactly recommend trying to use wolf's bane on them. One deadman's rose would be more effective, assuming you're fine carrying around crystallized corpse blood. Though maybe you should take your hunting elsewhere, I hear Silicon has a bunch of rowdy villain Stars."

Now Samson glares at the old man, picking up and examining some sealed wolf's bane. Scratching at the back of his neck with his right hand, Samson speaks up "No, I'll buy the wolf's bane. Deadman Roses wouldn't be very useful on the living after all, and I think vampires reject it more due to being foul than anything."

With that said, Samson grabs some wolf's bane as well as another vial of holy water. Taking some of his coins out, the old man takes the money as Samson pockets his items. With that done, Samson proceeds to step outside the shop.

edited 10th Mar '15 9:26:44 PM by Kkutwar

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#98: Mar 11th 2015 at 7:21:40 AM

Ponderously, Cat purred "We could make another contract... but no. And no, I will not collect your soul if we fail. The clause is just in the contract by necessity." Another purr "I promise".

Cat pulls away from Laois, and walks back around to the other side of the desk. He now towers over everything.

OUT OF THE CROOKED TIMBER OF HUMANITY NO STRAIGHT THING WAS EVER BUILT
UndyingPhoenix Since: Feb, 2015 Relationship Status: You cannot grasp the true form
#99: Mar 11th 2015 at 8:37:47 AM

Flame Wing gets tired of randomly flying around Silicon Street, and decides to land in a nearby abandoned alley, the Flame Wing suit contracting back into the watch.

Jacques steps out of the alley, and since he's already decided not to go to work, he just wanders around, seeing if there is anything on sale that could be useful to him in the surplus stores for weapons and other, combat gear.

Fauxlosophe Since: Aug, 2010
#100: Mar 11th 2015 at 9:55:05 AM

Laois smiled nervously as she reached for the pen over the desk.

As she did, her powers silently played over the contract hidden by her gesture to be out of view of herself and the Sidhe. She set to work adding subtle clauses and creative re-definitions to the contract. For instance, she redefined soul as to pertain only to her powers, which she would willingly yield should Cat Sidhe find a way to claim them; this she hoped was more than reasonable in place of her immortal soul. Failure was laid out more clearly as a failure to perform acccording to task. She threw in a few other protections for herself; such as clearly defining what she sought from her "new identity", the right to refuse or reveal services should Cat himself fail in the contract, a binding clause which stated that Cat Sidhe could not seek revenge (direct or otherwise) for this alteration of contract and a claim absolving her from the obligation to perform, as an act of contract, anything illegal accoding to the laws of the realm, city or state in which it is performed. And threatening to bind his powers of contract making should Cat Sidhe knowingly violate the contract. Finally, as a gesture of good will; she vowed, for the duration of the contract, to not use her powers to make any further alterations of contract with Cat Sidhe without prior consent of both parties. With the careful and subtle hand of a forger, she hid these changes subtly, that they would not be obvious on a quick read through.

All this was done silently, over a few practiced moments as she listened to Cat Sidhe anwser her questions with little tell.

She held up the pen over the contract, ready to jot her name, "The contract as it is written will do fine. I'll trust you in your bargain. All is set then?"

edited 11th Mar '15 11:55:03 AM by Fauxlosophe


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