As Tessa exited the room and made her scene, the eyes of each and every NPC in the inn would be drawn to her. Then they looked inside the now open door, staring at Santa. Silently judging her. Then the owner of the inn approached.
"By the Eight Divines, this is a respectable establishment!" He yelled at the group. "I won't have this in my inn!" He yelled, shaking a fist at them. "If you cannot behave as civilized people, then you will leave, or be thrown into the mines, never to see the light of day again! Let's see how eager you are to be floozies when you're forced to mine ore for the rest of your natural lives!"
He was somewhat displeased, to say the least.
"It's nice to meet you too, Elesis." Elizabeth returned the greeting offered by the attractive redhead, her voice smooth and soft as she smiled. "I quite like your outfit."
Her attention was pulled away by another girl introducing herself, this one dressed in an adorable schoolgirl outfit. She was cute, especially when her cheeks flushed red and she smiled as their eyes met. The sight made the servant squeal internally, finding it adorable and making her smile stretch wider; And perhaps a tad predatory. Reaching out with one pink, clawed hand, Liz wrapped it gently around the girl's hand, her thumb softly brushing against the back of it for a moment before she shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Tenko~ I didn't realize there'd be so many lovely people here when I arrived."
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"I'll take care of it if that ever happens. But right now he's on our side." Commenting brusquely back to the departing Point Man, Ranma then turned her attention on over to where Foxtrot was with a softer expression before attempting to help the man up if he allowed her. "There's this giant egg machine that can heal you in the workshop. Can you walk there with my help or do you want me to carry you?"
Somewhat disoriented by the fact that there was a huge stake lodged in someone she knew and all but bleeding all over her, the martial artist still didn't shy away from the task at hand. Girl was committed to helping people she knew out as best as possible and it didn't change even in this case. "What was he talking about, with you being a meat puppet?" Idle talk would make things a bit less awkward though... hopefully.
She could expound on that more, or at least prove her worth in how willing she was to learn, but Tessa was on a much faster track than she was.
Her eyes opened as her Master was running out of the room, doing...something unexpected.
Santa noted that. Unexpectedness must be a key component.
Duly noted.
Right.
"REINDEER!" She stomped out of the room just in time to catch an earful from the owner of this establishment, which Santa had just soiled by Tessa's fivefold-exaggerated amount of sexual intercourse!
"I—I have not done so. I was merely..."
No. Santa wasn't going to win this fight against this man.
She could only surrender against him.
Ol' Saint Nick turned tail, silently walking out of the hotel with a level head...and even with her deathly pale skin, a thin blush.
Priscilla, Helgen
Priscilla considers Lancelot's offer as Alduin taunts her. Well, this whole thing was a simulation, right? The violence wouldn't be against a real person, and would test the veracity of the world-eating dragon's claim.
"Hm... very well, Lancelot. I'd like to see if she's telling the truth about her invulnerability."
Stop Killing My Titles
Cell, Van
"Catch you later, whatsyourface." Off Tira was, chasing after one of the troublemakers. The other of the shooters was complaining about the bolt in his arm. Wuss. "Big egg machine? Alright. Come on, you big meat baby." Hoisting Foxtrot up with both arms without much concern for blood - most just got absorbed into him like a sponge anyway - Cell looked at Ranma.
"Sup? Name's Cell. Where's that egg at?" He introduced himself casually to the martial artist, his tail swishing lazily, the tip prodding now and then at the droplets of blood on the floor.
Maria, Bloodskal Barrow, Scott pls
"Now now, there's no need to be rude to our companions in misery. The more of us, the less likely you and me are to perish ingloriously deeper in the barrow, no?" She pointed out to the Canadian, having finished her own search by now and idly dusting herself off.
Umu, Silver Blood Inn, Racket Outside
Unfortunately, their discussion of finer aspects of comedy was interrupted by the racket outside. Nero's perfectly proportioned brow furrowed. "And what's going on outside...?" It didn't quite sound like trouble, but it seemed to concern their erstwhile companions - that being Santa and her dove, as well as the others.
She left her room with a soft explosion of rose petals trailing her, now in a new outfit
◊ reminiscent of the one she showed up in the simulation in. "My good man, art thou accusing our friends of criminality?" She asked with a frown, hand on her hip. Indeed, that was the good Saint leaving with a blush on her face and Tessa too was standing right there. Surely not! While Saint Nicholas's dove was beautiful, she seemed the kind that would combust on the spot should anything untoward actually happened. She could barely take a little teasing, for Venus's sake.
"Mining for life as punishment for a mild romantic tussle? Why, that is an outrage!" She huffed, her inner pride disallowing her to look too indignant - merely ticked off a bit. "I've heard hardly a peep from their room, and we've been right next to them."
grah
Well at least this guy seemed reasonable enough. She was worried he would have been upset at her suggestion, but he seemed willing to cover up. "Actually theres this machine nearby that can make pretty much anything you could need. I haven't tested it, but I'd be willing to bet it could make some pants." she explained, pointing in the direction of the storage room with the replicator in it.
Lancelot - Helgen
"Yes master!"
Priscilla had given him permission to proceed and the black knight did not hesitate to demonstrate how much of an attack dog he was as he immediately began to charge Alduin, grabbing a piece of wood out of the rubble and letting his ability turn it into a noble phantasm club.
"Let's see if you can live up to your boast!"
He leaped forward at Alduin, trying to increase the momentum and force behind the swing of his club as he aimed to bash the dragon girl on the head and cave her skull in.
2 Spooky 4 U
As the party moved along into the barrow Corrin and Azura would not be able to continue with them or even the game in general because time slowed down around them until it was fully stopped, everything becoming more and more gray toned as the effect went on, then several spinning loading circles appeared all around them before finally a dark, ominous tone
played alongside a blue and white window popping up in front of them which had displayed on it:
And with that Corrin and Azura like a certain group of Alts would be disconnected from the VR and thrown back into the real world, free to do whatever they want until the error was fixed.
Astolfo found in the tower and collected from the dragon:
- 300 Septim coins
- One minor health potion
- One thick dragon bone
Scott and Maria found on some dead bodies in a dank, dark cave:
- 50 Septim coins
- Three bottles of Nord Mead.
Note: To allow equal access to gained treasure consider everyone's inventory to be mostly connected and shared. I say mostly because characters will get special gear that only they can use....like Astolfo's Dragon Thigh Club.
When everyone filled into the spooky abandoned makeshift bandit hideout their various idle chit-chat and rummaging around would be cut off by the sound of a rock door crudely moving behind the front facing collapsed wall and then the sounds of a man walking and whistling in that direction. After only a few moments he would appear to the group, which would make the revealed Cultist stop and go silent for a brief seconds before letting out a surprised but under delivered, "Oh shit," before turning around and hauling ass back to where he came. Following him would reveal a hole in the barrow walls, opening up a forward path for the party.
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As they finished collecting the loot and entered the main area, Velvet stared at Astolfo, eyes narrowed at the giant bone he had picked up.
"And what, exactly, are you going to do with a giant bone?" She asked. "I don't see the point of-"
She was cut off as some guy walked in, cursed, and then started running.
"Kill him." She said to Astolfo. "Preferably before he sounds the alarm for everyone else in this place."
"Yeah, I'll show you where to go. It's within the storage area and near the item making machine so you should probably figure out how to work those machines anyways." Taking off her now bloodied shirt to reveal the white tank top underneath, Ranma then brought Cell and Foxtrot on over to the relevant area before pointing to the giant egg shaped device. "Just put him in and it'll close up so he can heal. It's pretty quick and once he's done it'll open up by itself. Doesn't hurt at all too so that's another good point."
After she was done explaining to the giant bug dude (she still looked back at him every now and then because he was weird even by Nerima standards), the martial artist then tapped away rapidly at the fabricator to pop out a fresh Chinese silk tunic before equipping it, now clad in a sleeveless orange number with a cute red bow tie.
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"Oh, that's not too bad. We got some money, a potion that could heal us in a pinch, and this pretty nifty dragon femur that I can use to break kneecaps with." Hefting the bone of his dragon corpse about and marveling at the impromptu beatstick, the paladin nodded his head in satisfaction. Yet another souvenir from his travels! It was a good day for Astolfo it seemed.
"We should probably get moving since I think Scott is with the other people and he's even more annoying than I am on my worst days. Probably before a PK happens." Astolfo Alter said to Velvet before heading into the area where everyone was by following their minimap markers, soon finding that they were probably in some sort of scripted cutscene and a place that bespoke of Schmuck Bait given there was no other way out than that single hole.
"...Hmmmmmmmmm." Summoning the ever trusty Trap of Argalia, Astolfo then twisted his body back in a manner reminiscent of an Olympic javelin thrower before hurling his weapon into the area with additional Monstrous Strength before waiting for the result. Most people would probably be called rather stupid for literally throwing away their weapon like that but given he was a Servant, it was easier to be as fraudulent since the lance would simply pop back onto his person a la video game logic.
And then Corrin was shunted back into the van, this time with no Azura in site. Yet again. Feeling more than a little frustrated at the fact that events like this kept happening, the good queen growled something about gatcha hell and evil owls before slumping down and looking quite a bit more sad and lonely than before.
And then after a slightly long loading time, our favorite hungry scientist now found herself in a completely different land than her previous location due to the wonders of technology! Even if it did look a bit uglier than expected. Especially the people. But she was a polite enough woman not to point out that part of the simulation at least.
"This reminds me of Capsule Corp's attempt to break into the whole virtual reality craze." As it turned out, Bulma's descendants would then abuse their technological prowess to become the equivalent of Yugioh and Gundam Build Fighters' unholy spawn but that was a concern for the far off future.
Tenko Chabashira - Van
Tenko's eyes widened at Liz's handshake, tough calling it fondling may be accurate. The sensual movements of the dragon woman's thumb awakened a rather odd yet not at all unpleasant feeling within the young martial artist. This feeling was only intensified by the woman's flattering words, yo the point where the Ultimate's head was going trough what one may call a short-circuit out of sheer nervousness.
Which would explain Tenko's blush spreading across her entire face and her starting to sputter her next words without thinking. "Weeeell th-thank you! You are pretty ver- very pretty too! And you didn't see us because we were in a video game! I mean, you can see us now, but... you know?" The Ultimate Aikido Master then procedded to laugh nervously without really knowing why. All while shaking Liz's hands in a overly vigorous manner.
"Thank...you. I can make my way there. Just please lead me to—shit!" Foxtrot was surprised once Cell grabbed him and helped him along to the healing egg. The Replica would be complaining about being able to do it by himself, but he wont exactly complain to the bug thing who carried him effortlessly, so he decided silence was his best weapon.
"As for what he meant of me being a mindless puppet..." Foxtrot decided to explain best the situation to Ranma, and Cell too since he was helping, as they made their way to the healing egg. "I am a Replica Soldier. We are a batallion of cloned super soldiers who are psychically controlled by a psychic commander. Without a psychic commander to control us, we stay inactive and dormant. But I somehow awoke...and no commander awoke me. Everybody else was asleep, but not me. I did not hear any voice anymore telling me what to do. The other replicas called me a rogue replica and attempted to kill me, but I dont know what just happened to make me..wake up. The F.E.A.R operative must had meant to kill me because he saw what the other replicas did to..other people." After giving his explanation to Ranma, he stayed quiet, waiting for Cell to help him heal his wounds.
The Point Man found himself with Tira, who was complimenting him on his attempt to kill the Replica Soldier, before then giving him tips of how to kill somebody without nobody even realizing it, before she then gave a smile.
He was starting to miss the times when he was doing things by himself, considering he is now surrounded by all kinds of weird people that could definetely be psychics.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind in case I need to take down that replica without anybody finding out. Might as well get to know each other, considering the situation. Call me Point Man. And you are?" Point Man asked Tira, saying all of this in a stoic tone of voice.
Stop Killing My Titles
Cell, Pain Makes You Stronger, Storage Near Healing Egg
"Doesn't hurt? Ballin'." Without further ado, Cell grabbed the bolt still sticking out of Foxtrot's shoulder and pulled it out with all the casualness of pulling a straw out of your milkshake before dumping the fatigued replica into the egg. "I'm a tube baby too, though I've got a better deal out of the two of us. Free will, enough power to total a small country and an enemy to take out the Earth's frustration on." Cell chuckled softly, watching Foxtrot's healing take place.
"So what is it? Some war between this F.E.A.R and Replica troops? What about, what for?"
Maria, Other Plan, Bloodskal Barrow
Nord Mead and coin? Nothing particularly useful, but that made sense. If the cultists did any rummaging, they probably took away what they were looking for. Speaking of cultists, one showed up all of a sudden through a hidden door, planning to make his escape. Velvet commanded Astolfo to kill him, but that sounded like a waste of resources to Maria.
And besides, her pistol was in her hand faster than the command has been uttered. She took a shot at the fleeing cultist, aiming for the tendon to immobilize the hapless enemy. Here was hoping that the thrown javelin wouldn't just skewer her quarry even messier than Astolfo's original intention.
grah
Noire- Bloodskal Barrow
"No, most of us are alive." Noire responded to the Shadow. She felt... all sorts of odd working with him. And not the good kinds either. Or the Tsundere kind.
"In fact, there they are now." She said as the rest moved in. Well mostly everyone else.
"Hey, where's-"
She was interrupted a few sudden attacks, which she quickly realized were directed a cultist. One in particular counfounded her.
"W-why are you throwing you spear!?" Noire could not comprehend that choice of logic. Nobody else she knew threw their weapons. That's not how they work, right?
Magilou- Silver Blooded Inn
"Beasts of Revelation? I can't say I'm famili..."
The Servant-Master conversation was put to an abrupt halt as chaos ensued from another room. And their compatriots. The witch could only let out a sigh as she walked out of the room with Nero, and met with the manager. Time to see if those nonexistent speech points were a good investment.
"Same here. And I sleep as light as a feather stripped of its barbs. And even if it were true, what are we as sentient beings to stop something as natural as an expression of love between two souls, especially behind closed doors?"
Hat Woman- Solitude
... Let her tell you, that palace was definitely blue.
But, to be a thrall, all she has to do is help people? Though how is she going to do that...
Eh, she'll figure it out when she gets there.
For now, there was the matter of two newcomers coming to the place. She motioned her head and arm, trying to get their attention, and hopefully for them to come on over.
Tira's head leaned to the side in confusion as Point Man introduced himself.
"I'm Tira! So....Point Man? That's a really funny name. Is it because you stab people with pointy things?"
Tira then took a moment to closely examine Point Man's attire, coming within a few feet of his face.
"So what's with the hood? Aren't you hot in that thing? Are you hiding from someone? Is that why you have a weird name that's not really a name? And what's with your shirt, why's it say D-12 on it? Is that how many people you've killed?"
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Gwen - Initiate Hero Mode; Haafingar
Gwen frowned, and pulled her mask off, looking the NPC dead in the eyes.
"Even if she would, I'm not." She said with a frown, before taking her by the hand and leading her back towards the dead Thalmor and the rest of the group. "I don't know about something to drink, but these guys usually have some food on them."
True to her word, Gwen found several loaves of bread and few cheesewheels, and handed two of each to the woman.
"Do you need a weapon? Armor? I'm pretty sure humans pass as Thalmor from a distance, if you take a set of their robes you can sneak as far as Windhelm or Riften, and you'll be safe from them there. Solitude is really close by, but it's an Imperial city, it won't be safe for you." She gave the woman a weak smile. "I don't like the Stormcloaks at all, really, but they do keep the Thalmor away."
Tucker - Warning: Foam only comes in Pink; Van, Storage
With the argument resolving itself without his help at all, let his shoulders slump and go quiet for a bit.
Hey, D?
Yes, Tucker?
Any idea of what to do when we head back in?
You wish not to use lethal force, correct?
I probably shouldn't do any fighting at all, but yeah, sure.
I have the schematics of several Project Freelancer training weapons which you may find useful. Uploading to your HUD.
Shock stick? Eh, I'm more of a sword guy. But that just looks like an ordinary pistol.
That's because it is a standard-issue M 6 G Personal Defense Weapon System. However, it is loaded with expanding-foam rounds for training purposes.
Now you're talking. Let's hit up the replicator.
Tucker made his way through the mess of people that was storage at the moment, and up to the replicator, where Cell, Ranma, and Foxtrot were currently in conversation. As he tapped in the bits and pieces he'd need, he couldn't help but overhear the conversation.
"Yeah, I'd like to know that too." He added to Cell's question. "You're not the first to end up here with someone hating you, but if we know why we can try and fix it."
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Prime Meridia - Haafingar Overworld
"F-for me?" the woman said to Gwen, accepting the cheesewheels and bread."I.. I will, thank you," she added, as one of the elven daggers disappeared from her inventory (or whoever had one nearby).
She turned and began to run away, then turned her neck back when she was a few feet away.
"Thank you," she said to Gwen, then continued to run away. Or at least, to run away while standing in place. After 'running' for three seconds without moving so much as an inch, she suddenly vanished.
Prisoner rescued.
"Close enough!" Meridia's voice boomed in everyone's ears, but doubly so in Gwen's. "Thankfully you charmed her enough that I can still claim her in that state as if you completed the objective. Just hurry up with those other two."
Helgen - Dragonquest
Alduin smirked at Lancelot, a smirk worthy of easily ranking in the top 5 smuggest anime smiles of all time™, waiting for him to get permission to even try attacking her.When he finally swung, she stood there stock-still, not flinching in the slightest as the weapon drew near.
When it finally made contact with her head, she collapsed down to the ground.
"I AM UNDONE!" Alduin shouted. "THE AGE OF DRAGONS CLOSES AND NOW THE AGE OF MAN BEGI- OOHAHAHA! SORRY, I CAN'T EVEN FINISH THAT SENTENCE! AHAHAHA!"
She burst out into riotous laughter, rolling around on the ground and clutching her sides.
"AHAHAHA! YOU SHOULD SEE THE STUPID LOOK ON YOUR FACES! I BET YOU THOUGHT THAT WOULD WORK! HA!"
The following message popped up in everyone's view for a few seconds: This character is essential and cannot be killed.
Alduin didn't stop laughing.
"HAHAHA YOU'RE SO DUMB MAYBE YOU JUST DIDN'T HIT HARD ENOUGH MAYBE YOU SHOULD JUST TRY AGAIN AHAHAHAHAHA!"
If anyone were to attack her some more, she'd just get bounced around a little from whatever force hit her and then keep on rolling around, laughing the whole time.
Paarthurnax simply groaned, putting a hand to her forehead.
Tiki - Helgen
Curious, Tiki pulled out her weapon and poked at Alduin a few times with the shaft - nothing.She swung her axe head-first one time at Alduin (at the leg, just in case) and BECAUSE SHE WAS SO COOL IT KILLED ALDUIN AND THEN SHE ABSORBED HER DRAGON SOUL AND GOT SUPER COOL SHOUT POWERS AND STUFF! nothing happened.
Tessa - Markarth, Safest City in the Reach - Not in the Silver-Blood Inn Anymore
"And that," Tessa said, smiling smugly as she and Santa got run out of the inn. Not smug enough to be in the top 5 smuggest anime smiles of all time™, but still pretty smug. "Is how a master pranks someone."She paused for a moment and looked blankly at Santa, and then blushed fiercely as she hastily buttoned her shirt and put her necktie and scrunchie back in place.
"Ummm...." she added uncomfortably, tapping one hand on her leg. "Do you want to um... walk while holding... um... You know, now that we...."
She awkwardly held one hand out towards Santa's hand, shaking it slightly in a 'here' gesture.
Also: She had no idea where the hell to go next.
Fran - Solitude
"Uuuuu?" Fran murmured, turning her head to look at what Hat Woman was waving at.It was more people who didn't look like they belong here. Actually, they were people who had been in the kitchen when she was poking her head around the van.
"UUUuuuuUUU UUUUUUU uuuuuu!" she called, adding her own waving to Hat Woman's waving in an attempt to increase the wave amplitude.
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Foxtrot listened as Cell and Tucker asked him what would be the reason why the F.E.A.R operative had to hate him. He felt it would be best to debrief them of the reason why he would want him dead. He gave a nod to the others before explaniing.
"From what Replica Soldiers learned in their programming about the world's military and Special Forces and how to deal with them, F.E.A.R is a Special Forces division of the US Army that deals with paranormal and supernatural threats in the world..meaning that man is trained to deal with me. As for the reason why he wanted me dead, I heard bits and pieces from ATC and Replica Forces in the ruined city of Fairport, but from what I heard, a psychic commander from Armacham just...became rogue, taking control of a dormant Replica Batallion and started killing large amounts of people. Civilians, workers, ATC employees, Delta Force soldiers...too many to count..too many. F.E.A.R was sent to kill the psychic commander and to stop any further bloodshed...that operative here was the one who did it, causing the Replicas to go dormant for some moments...but the psychic commander is now a ghost and still took control of the batallion, and ended up killing more people in the ruined city once a nuclear explosion happened there."
Foxtrot stayed quiet for a few seconds as to let them take in his story, while he was being healed by the machine.
"He must think that I must be controlled by the ghost commander, and that I could turn against you any second now."
If Point Man was uncomfortable with the fact that Tira was very close to his face, his posture didn't really showed it. He then went to answer her large amounts of questions that she gave to him.
"My balaclava is not hot, I have it due to the fact it has a heads up display that's quite handy for me. D-12 is the type of body armor given to F.E.A.R operatives. And my name...my name..."
He didn't really thought of this before but...did he even had a name at all? Checking some of the logs from Armacham during his....training, they didn't wanted to give him a name just so he could't develop a personality. Nothing. Just a blank slate to follow orders, instead of being allowed to act like a normal child.
...Maybe Mother really deserved her revenge on them, after all.
"I don't really have a name at all, to be honest. Don't remember it, and they didn't wanted to give one. Guess they wanted me to be more of a weapon than a person. Point Man is the only thing they thought of to call me...something."
He looked at Tira's ringblade, looking it over. "Interesting weapon. You made it?"
Vampire Hunter
Carmilla & Sypha, Prime Meridia
"A blade, huh?" Carmilla looked over to Sypha, yelling at her. "Sypha, get one of the blades for me!"
Sypha grabbed one of the three elven longswords, after which she handed it to Carmilla. Carmilla then bowed her head slightly and offered the sword to the man, handle pointed towards him.
"I know it is one of theirs but its blade should still serve you well against the Thalmor, so take it and make those Thalmor pay," Carmilla said, letting the man take the blade from her. It was then that Meridia's message chimed into her head, having not really notice Gwenpool's interaction with the woman. So that was what they had to do.
Edited by GameGuruGG on Nov 6th 2018 at 7:58:36 AM
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Prime Meridia - Haafingar
The man stared at Sypha for a moment, and then the weapon vanished.The sword suddenly appeared in the man's hand.
"Yeah... a chance to kill Thalmor with their own weapons... I like the sound of that," the man said to Carmilla, taking a few demonstrative swings with the blade. The pre-recorded sounds of a sword slash resonated in the cold air, and then he took a few steps back.
"I'll meet you at your residence."
He ran in place for a couple of seconds, and then disappeared.
Prisoner rescued.
"Well done! I can assign him as a temple guard," Meridia's voice boomed again.
Lady reached over and picked one of the dropped blades off of the ground, passing it to the lizard.
"Now, don't go saying things like that." She said, waging her finger at him. "I'm not demanding a lifetime of servitude here. You can do whatever you want. It's your life, I'm not going to tell you how to live it. That's what all these other people want to do. Me, I'm just happy to keep evil jackasses from doing what they want to any random innocent person they can find.
She paused for a moment.
"Maybe just keep in mind that it was Meridia who sent us after these people in the first place." She added quickly.
Point Man would see an emotion on Tira's face that she rarely felt. Actual, legitimate sympathy for the man in front of her. The idea of a group taking someone and turning them into a weapon was something that Tira was very familiar with, to say the least. Point Man would see Tira's eyelids droop and her head fall slightly as she shifted into her other personality, voice changing to a much harder, more gravelly voice as she quickly checked the door to make sure no one else was coming in.
This weapon? No, I did not make it myself. The blade itself, that's not important, a sword that eats souls, and shifts to fit the user. But you're curious about the style of blade, the ring shape. The original, steel one I had, it was given to me......no, that's not the right word. Assigned to me, that's better, by a group of assassins. They recruited by snatching orphans off the streets, molded them, and did their utmost to teach them that killing was the only way of life.
They wanted weapons, just like you, people with no loyalties to anyone but themselves, no outside connections, people who would obey instructions because that's all they knew, because they couldn't function anywhere else. I was, naturally, one of them, and I was among their best. I learned to enjoy the killing from a very early age, more then most. The other assassins, they didn't like me. They thought I didn't know they talked behind my back about me, about the freak who slaughters anyone she found, who dresses in weird clothes and dyes her hair on a whim. But I diden't care. I just wanted to kill, because that's what I enjoyed.
Then it happened. On a mission, an event caused the command structure of a mission to break down, and everyone else ended up killing each other. I was left alone, stranded, for the first time in my life, left with freedom to do as I wanted. And so I left them behind. I tried, at first, to fit in with normal society. But that first attempt didn't last long. And in the aftermath of that, something happened to my mind, and it split into two. Two people living in one body, constantly having to share it and learning to deal with each other. And so for years, I wandered aimlessly, going from slaughter to slaughter, until we swore ourselves to another being. Another who only wanted a weapon, but after years of being alone, all we wanted was for someone to accept us for who we were. We weren't picky.
She shifted again, and suddenly perked right back up. Then we got kidnapped by another guy, who wanted us to work for his army with a bunch of other people from other places. Kinda like this thingy with the van. And we made friends with people, people who didn't mind what I liked doing, people who didn't beat us up like my old master did when we complained. That's when I decided that I was only going to do what I wanted, and nothing else.
She shifted once again, and fell silent for a moment. Hmmm.....we've only told that story to a handful of people. What made me tell it now.....I suppose, what I'm trying to say, from one person who was used as a weapon, to another, is that this is your chance to break the shackles those fucks placed on you. To decide what you want to do for yourself, and not just mindlessly follow orders from assholes who can't be bothered to fight their own battles.
One last time, she shifted. That starts with a name! A real name! They gave me a name back then too, and I don't use it anymore, and killed anyone who called me it really painfully! So you should take your time, and pick out a name! One that you like!
"Nah, I've done stuff like this a bunch of times." Scott scoffed and waved off the attractive woman's words, keeping it to himself that those had been video games. She didn't need to know that, after all. Finally his looting had a measure of success, finding him about 50 septims and a bottle of some kind of mead. "Score."
Standing up, the Canadian turned to look as several other people finally caught up; Smiling at Astolfo and scowling briefly at Velvet. Just in time for people to start attacking something behind him. Swearing to himself, he spun in place to get a good look at he fleeing figure and whatever happened next.
The heroic spirit couldn't help but squee silently as the girl's face went a vibrant red as she began to sputter and trip over her words. It was adorable, and pressed many of the idol's buttons. A low chuckle slipped from her unconsciously, finishing the shake and slowly taking her hand back before she got the poor dear too worked up, or did the same to herself. "That's sweet of you to say, Tenko. I do try to look after my appearance, and being eternally youthful certainly helps!~ And I do know what that is like, in a way. I did something similar once myself."
Akuma Shogun
Neptuneman - Van
Neptuneman has a wide grin on his face as he dashes over to the storage room. Neptuneman went so fast, Puru might be able to hear a “Zoom!” This replicator gives Neptuneman so many choices for an outfit, but many of them would be impractical. In fact, Neptuneman is positive that these outfits were worse than his usual wrestling outfit.
Neptuneman settles on a black tanktop, a bandanna and jeans
◊. He's wearing a pair of shades to cover his eyes since exposing your face is a sin in the Chojin world. He's placed the Neptune Mask in the jean's pockets.
Neptuneman shows up with his new outfit. As he flexes, he asks, “What do you think of this outfit, sister?”
Tessa - Skyrim - Markarth, Safest City in the Reach - Silver Blood Inn - Bedroom
"Awww...." Tessa said after things settled down. She lifted her hands up to her necktie and adjusted it slightly."So you don't know how to prank anyone, hmmm?" she said, half-self-righteous, half-teasing. She smirked at Santa. Now the shoe was on the other foot.
"Don't worry, I've got plenty of experience with gags!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "With my help you'll be all gagged up!"
She clapped her hands happily.
"Okay, let's get to work on this quest, time's a-wasting!" she quickly said. "Let's go out this door, and uh... oh...."
She looked down at her necktie, then up at Santa, then at the door.
"You know, I don't think you can really learn how to prank someone the same way you can learn math. It's more something you have to... experience. And I know just how to give you some experience."
With abnormally precise hand-eye coordination, Tessa yanked on her tie until it was undone and hanging loosely off her neck, removed the scrunchie from her ponytail so that her hair was down and wild, undid the top two buttons of her suit, and then smeared her lipstick so that it ran towards her cheekbones and nose.
And then ran to the door of the room.
"Oh Santa you're insatiable, I think five times is enough, we need to focus on the mission now!" Tessa shouted very loudly as she tried to escape the room, giggling uncontrollably.