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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: The first step when separated is to pinpoint one's location...
The sound of rodents filled Linnix's ears. They were everywhere, and they hurt. It wasn't just the rats, but the thoughts and feelings caused by them. The rats simply disgusted her, she instinctively didn't want to be anywhere near them, and Linnix felt her stomach lurching. She forced herself to calm down, at least to think straight.
What did she have? She had her sword... as good as that would be against this army of rodents, and she couldn't even see. Sight. That's what she needed. Roughly shaking herself, trying to dislodge enough rats off of her to reach her pack, Linnix reached into her belt pouch, throwing away the rat that had taken up residence there. She reached in a bit, until she found it. The cool feeling of glass. Raising it out of her pouch, the light within it flickered, providing just enough light for Linnix to clearly see her predicament.
Subconsciously, she thought about getting to higher ground. She cast about for a moment, before spotting the desk not far from her.
Well, might as well give it a try, Linnix thought.
Only by trying would she survive. That was instinct for any living creature. So she carefully waded through the thick of rats, before trying to clamber on top of the desk, in an effort to get away from them.
Posted on 2009-08-08 at 22:38:04.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: Battle on the Plains - Round 1
With the general consensus quite clear amidst the emotions of the allied companions, it was also sure that battle would soon breach the plains. Mitsuru, Akihiko and Xira had nothing to contribute to the discussion, and mentally prepared themselves for battle. Yet, even as Dusk drew his blade, the werewolf's one good eye burned with fury.
"So be it." He proclaims, spreading his arms to be ready for combat.
Having drawn his blade first, Dusk hurls it through the air, the blade bursting into flame as it flies. His aim is true, and it lands with a sickening thud into the shoulder of the werewolf. The speed of the throw and its accuracy catches the werewolf off guard. He grunts and recoils in pain, quickly pulling the blade out of his shoulder without a second thought and dropping it onto the ground. (9 damage to the werewolf)
"If you would choose your death, then I will gladly oblige!" The werewolf roars, holding out its gloved left fist. Seemingly from within it, a long pole of finely woven wood appears, one end appearing to be tinged with frost and bearing an icy crystal, the other end appearing to be burnt, with a blazing ruby held within its grasp.
He expertly twirls the staff, baring his fangs and pointing the icy end towards the party, before bellowing something halfway between a growl and a word. Immediately, the ground underneath the group becomes shadowed, and a cry of pain from the Scout above warns them an instant before impact.
Giant slabs of ice, or at least that's what it feels like, fall down from the sky, pelting the party in its entirety. (19 damage to all) In the werewolf's right hand, a longsword (for medium-size people anyway) appears. It is of a strange make, its blade glistening red, its guard looking more like claws extending outward, and with the hideous glowing depiction of a cat's eye for its pommel.
"Looks like you're not the only cold ones here, Mitsuru and Xira!" Akihiko calls to his charge.
"This is hardly time to joke around!" Mitsuru retorts.
However, amidst the frenzy of the ice, Willow pushes her horse to go forward, despite its pain. It breaks free of the storm, and gallops past one of the wererats, who is too shocked by the advance to react in time. With both blades in hand, Willow slashed what would have been a grievous cut over any normal man across the werewolf's torso. Unfortunately for her, the werewolf's flesh was far more resilient than she had anticipated. (1 damage to the werewolf)
Xira is next to act, slipping off her horse, which runs out of the storm and away from combat, while drawing her scythe. Even through the snow and ice, the Death Scythe's dark aura is clearly visible as it activates. She rushes forward, before bringing it down upon the wererat wielding the blue wand. The unfortunate creature shrieks and twists away in vain, before crumpling to the ground. (28 damage to the wererat, it's dead) Xira grits her teeth in pain, as the wounds upon her hand open once more, spilling her own blood because of the deadly blade. (18 damage to Xira)
Mitsuru, a master of the element of ice in her own right, focuses, bringing the already available cold to bear. A small sphere of ice shoots from her palm, before sharply impacting one of the other wererats, this one being the one holding the red wand. Its eyes widen, and it shrieks, before it is frozen and shatters from the strength of the cold. The red wand remains, glistening upon the ground. (23 damage to the wererat, it's dead)
Akihiko, like Xira, also dismounts. Instead of wasting his time on the small fry, he rushes after the leader. Despite being slowed because of the snow, he runs up to the werewolf nearly as fast as Willow's horse.
Mo, unlike the others, takes this opportunity to prepare himself with a defensive ability, and draws his blade.
The Scout is the last to act of the party, although no one can actually see her. Amidst the sound of the falling ice, her soft voice is completely assimilated, so the lightning bolt that strikes is rather unexpected. However, the flash of light is quite visible to all as she pinpoints and singles out the last wand-wielding wererat, which crumples to the ground and twitches from the impact. (20 damage to the wererat... it's technically not dead, but definitely in the negatives)
The six remaining wererats begin to falter, their nerve threatening to break.
"Attack!" The werewolf commands, "That is, of course, if you still wish to be considered part of the pack."
With this, the wererats quickly switch their tentative retreat to a full on advance. The dagger-wielding wererats quickly hurl two daggers, one at Mitsuru and one at Mo. Dusk feels the blade nick his arm, however, all things considered, the prick of the blade was little concern to him. (4 damage to Dusk) Mo simply raised his greatsword, and the small dagger was halted against the width of the massive blade.
Willow hears a clang and feels a slight impact upon her back. However, as much as the halberd-wielding wererat might have wanted to try to hurt her and impress its leader, its blade failed to penetrate the armour.
Sensing himself also being attacked, Akihiko instinctively ducked, and over his head a second halberd passed by, with the unfortunate wererat behind him scowling at his failure.
Seeing that these creatures are quite weak, and he himself is rather protected, Mo relaxes, a bit too much, for a halberd cuts through a joint in the side of his armour. An electric shock accompanies the pain of the cut, making the wound hurt a surprising amount for such a weak enemy. (13 damage to Mo) However, the wererat that hit him screeches in pain, although it has no idea just how it got hurt. The poor creature looks around fruitlessly for its non-existant attacker. (10 damage to the wererat)
Dusk hears the huffing of the wererat that comes up to strike at him, and the halberd is swung, but Dusk neatly avoids the blade altogether.
Round 1 Status
Scout - Yellow
Mitsuru - Yellow
Akihiko - Yellow (barely... still mostly green)
Xira - Yellow
All horses - Red
Mo - 46/78
Willow - 53/72
Dusk - 38/57
6 wererats remain, one of which is very very pale (the one that hit Mo), and the others are unharmed
The werewolf looks more angry than hurt
Posted on 2009-08-07 at 04:10:45.
Edited on 2009-08-07 at 04:33:00 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Hmm...
I'm afraid there's not much I can do at this point... and I don't have any oil right now either ^^;
Hmm... I do have a vague idea in mind right now, not that I expect it to do anything, but trying things is better than just staying still and letting the rats do all the damage they want 
I'll probably post tomorrow; it's bed time for me right now... if not tomorrow, then hopefully on or before the weekend.
Posted on 2009-08-06 at 06:11:07.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: Here!
Yays! 
Looking forward to the post ^^
Posted on 2009-08-05 at 00:39:37.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: A Bath and a Lot of Shopping
As Galen washed, his mind wandered, as it usually did amidst the sound of water. He washed thoroughly, meticulously working and rinsing his long hair, but it was muscle memory... his mind was already elsewhere.
Humans were fragile. It was part of their existence. The body could only take so much, and the soul also could be frail. The body... Galen gritted his teeth. To say that he hated his body was a bit of an overstatement, but he did dislike it. There were things he could not do, interests he could not pursue, with a male body. Jewellery for instance. Although he did have a collection of rings in particular, he wasn't truly allowed to wear any except the relatively plain metal bands. Bands incorporated with numerous gemstones were frowned upon at best. Style of dress, even footwear... simple things taken for granted by most, things that were currently incongruent to her.
Galen finished washing his hair, and tentatively held a hand to his chin and above his lip. There was a bit of stubble already. Not exactly visible, but there to the touch. He also ran a hand along his lower left leg. It too had the feeling of stubble, and under close inspection, he could see it too. He had been careful to keep it secret, always wearing pants, never shorts, but secret or not, it, like the wannabe moustache and extremely vague hint of a beard, had to be maintained. Galen nodded inwardly. He'd need a razor, and probably tweezers as well.
Yet, there was a problem. Since the others were, rightly so, adamant on staying together, chances were he wouldn't be able to get the things he needed by himself. He sighed. Neither Aysia nor Kaden were there, so he'd have to do it himself, and alone, without support. Yet... awkward questions could end up being asked... Galen's eyes narrowed. To heck with that. If the others didn't accept who she was, then that was their problem.
Resolved, and deciding to set that aside until later, Galen finished washing, tying his hair back in a long braid.
At the tailor's, Galen spent a lot of time looking at various clothes, probably longer than most of the others. He was a bit picky when it came to clothing. Finally, he found what he was looking for, a nice looking linen blouse. Once he had decided on that, the rest of his attire came relatively easily. Linen pants in a slightly darker shade, and a leather belt just so that he could get a pouch later. He bought two hooded and waterproof cloaks, one fur because he thought it seemed to have a similar consistency to his thick comforter back home, and the other a good sturdy cloth. It felt like it was summer, so he might not need the fur one for a while, but that didn't set his mind off of getting it, since then he wouldn't need to get it later. He also bought a woollen coat, cloth hose, forearm-length cloth gloves, and slipper-style leather shoes, since he preferred that style over the laced up style, but never had the opportunity to get a pair. Altogether, he spent three gold and nine silver at the tailor's.
At the weapon smithy, Galen glanced over the short swords neatly stacked along a rack, almost like the 'flea market' sword displays that he had seen in a few places. However, unlike the swords there, these were undoubtedly designed for purpose rather than aesthetics, with a straight, sharp, sure blade and for the most part a simple pommel, hilt and guard. At that point, it was up to the individual person's personal choice to the style of the guard. Galen didn't want anything fancy, but he did have something in particular he looked for. A slightly curved guard, angled outward from the hilt. He wasn't certain why that style drew his attention, or why he preferred it, but he just did, and so he eventually found a short sword that matched his preference. On the way to the counter to checkout, he stopped at a small stand of daggers on the counter. A dagger seemed to always have its use at some point, and would be a good cutting utensil if a sword was impractical, and so he decided to purchase one, not being picky about the design this time, since it wasn't going to be a secondary weapon. He could throw it if needed, but in that situation, it would probably be better to just zap the target with a jolt... unless there was someone watching... Galen nodded to himself, deciding on a practical dagger with a straight guard and an oval pommel.
Next was the search for armour. Galen was tempted to purchase studded leather, however, he knew that spending half of his budget on armour when he still had yet to buy the bulk of what he presumed he'd buy was very unwise. It would prove to be a good decision in the end, for while he didn't buy much in way of weapons or armour, he bought a considerable amount in what the others likely would call extraneous items at the general store. This included obvious things such as a backpack, pouch, and bedroll, but also many other things that weren't so obvious. At the end of shopping, he only had 5 silver and 4 copper, but was pretty convinced he had everything he would need in the future, at the very least the near future.
AC modification: +2 (Leather Armour)
Offhand Weapon (shortsword) obtained, although I won't likely use it that much until I get Weapon Finesse next level.
Current carrying weight: 34.65lb (assuming the rusted weapons are no longer counted)
Current wealth: 10 gold, 5 silver, 4 copper
Posted on 2009-07-20 at 04:18:11.
Edited on 2009-07-20 at 07:07:30 by Reralae
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: Fizziness?
I'm pretty sure I can see bubbles... whether or not that means anything, I haven't decided yet...
Still, I can see if people don't want to continue, and that's their choice. Just be sure to let me know... it's hard to tell if it's alive or not otherwise.
Posted on 2009-07-20 at 03:13:30.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Clothes?
"Um, I'd suggest the latter, Ray." Galen piqued up, his soft voice probably hardly reaching the others amidst the ambient noise, "Going in twos would be a bit slow for simply shopping, and the main thing is that we don't go alone. This is the city after all, so if trouble arises, the main idea would be to avoid it and leave it to the city guard or whatever."
Yet, as Galen spoke, his mind was elsewhere. Clothes. Yes, denim pants coupled with a shirt and sweater were everyday clothes before, but here, in a world where industry only reached the level of linen, cotton or silk, they stood out like someone wearing one of those stereotypical superhero costumes. Galen rolled his eyes inwardly. He never did really fancy that sort of thing... the powers could be interesting, but ultimately, there were too many repetitive aspects of that sort of fantasy.
But that was getting off track... Galen refocused on clothing... he honestly wasn't sure about what to get. It was a bit premature as well, since he hadn't found the key to shapeshifting yet in his cards. Even so, he would try to get clothes along the boundary. A skirt was out of the question, since he didn't think he passed that well as a girl, and of course, he wasn't entirely sure about the reactions of the others. Maybe a tunic with a lower hem...
He sighed inwardly. He had initially thought that transition would be easier in this world, since he was new, and thus didn't truly have connections yet to any of the residents, but it didn't seem like it would be. He would still ultimately have to face the reactions of his friends. He didn't have the courage for that either just yet.
Galen stood up, his plate only half empty; he didn't honestly eat that much, as most of the others knew.
"I'm going to head to the bathhouse. I'll probably end up taking the longest anyway because of my long hair; I want to give it a thorough wash." He told the others, before heading down the hall. Inwardly, he hoped that there would be separate stalls.
Posted on 2009-07-18 at 06:53:13.
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Topic: Firefly/Serenity RPG - Looking for Browncoats
Subject: +1?
Yes, no, maybe so?
Just kidding, I already saw that it's full ^^
I'll probably be watching though, since I'm a bit interested in the system/verse... I haven't seen the series or the movie, but that's what research and observation is for, right?
Oh, and thanks for posting about character creation... I made the concept for a character a long time ago for a game that didn't happen, but I don't have a sheet to go with her, since I didn't have access to the creation details... it's kind of frustrating.
Hmm, one question... does the Talented asset increase a specialized skill by one die level?
Posted on 2009-07-14 at 16:06:00.
Edited on 2009-07-14 at 17:40:17 by Reralae
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: the Unsung Heroes Q/A
Subject: I know I'm still here...
Whether or not that means anything in the long scheme of things, I'm not sure... ^^;
... I'll keep hoping anyway... I really don't want to call it over yet... 
Posted on 2009-07-13 at 18:29:49.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: The Quiet One... Quite True...
Galen didn't speak much the remainder of the night. His blade had tasted blood, if the ill ichor that may have remained within the zombies could be called that, and it wasn't something he was proud of. On the online game, Ragnarok, he had slaughtered numerous zombie monsters and wraiths and other undead creatures, specifically with his high priestess, but this was different. It was surprising that his emotions hadn't rooted him to the spot in combat, yet the drive to survive was one thing that overrode all else, and drove him to attack. Still, he was thankful... at least those things weren't alive... and so he didn't kill anyone.
And suddenly his train of thought shifted along a very different route.
Death... the thirteenth Arcana. Harbinger of change, among the largest possible being death. The other largest... being something he sought. One does not lightly change what they are...
In that regard, he was very much alone... to be alone, number nine... the Hermit. Galen looked at the card in his hand. Although he didn't mind the picture, it wasn't the best. He chuckled inwardly... then again, only a few things truly did match his tastes. He shrugged. What else was new? But, if he guessed right as to what the card would allow him to do, he hoped he would be able to use the card soon.
Galen glanced toward the sleeping form of Lady Emerita. Having been on the top of the carriage, he didn't really see her at all... He sighed. If he was to be honest with himself, he was avoiding her. Envy? Perhaps that was it... he probably was a bit envious of her. Although, if he thought about it, it really shouldn't have been unexpected.
Before falling asleep, he looked up at the night sky. It was one thing for people to seek power, but what do they use that power for? Galen knew what he would use his for... the only thing he wanted to do, and the only goal he had so far in this place. If that made him selfish, so be it. People were entitled to have some selfishness in their lives, so long as it didn't severely hurt others.
He felt a bit of a change, as though a key had unlocked a door in his mind. At first it was bizarre, but thinking in retrospect, he began to understand. The power to draw upon one's will to bring wishes into reality was based on one's understanding of oneself. By being honest with himself, and acting accordingly, he'd be able to grow stronger... and hopefully would be able to assert himself more... and then... he'd be able to fulfil his wish.
Galen had a good, dreamless sleep that night.
Posted on 2009-07-05 at 05:08:19.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Affirmative
As the zombie in front of him avoided the blade, Galen couldn't help but think, Why am I trying to be so accurate anyway? I'm out of practise, and I'm just trying to be a distraction so Ben survives a bit longer...
Thankfully, with that as his deemed objective, it was successful, for the zombie swiped a fist at him rather than Ben. He was about to consider another slash attempt when something broke his train of thought. Specifically, a loud shout from beside him.
"Go help the others, that guard back there is looking rather pale!"
Galen had half a mind to say there was no need to shout... but then again, this was combat, and although there was no steel-on-steel clashes, there could very well be later on, so it helped if one got used to shouting anyway. Unfortunately for Galen, he did not possess a voice suited to shouting, so he decided against a reply, letting his actions speak for him.
Watching the zombie in front of him carefully, Galen timed himself so that he stepped back right when the zombie went to punch. Once out of arm's reach of the zombie, Galen turned and quickly sprinted. Thankfully, although track and field was never his forte, he was a decent sprinter for relay and other short runs. He quickly ran up to the other mounted guard, but on the opposite side of the zombie, since even if the zombie was mindless, being in such a position would be beneficial to both the guard and himself.
Once in position, Galen steeled himself mentally, panting slightly as normal from the run, but holding up his blade to be ready for an attack.
(Alrighty, taking the 'withdraw' action, and running up to the square 'L-2', so that I'd be flanking the zombie with the guard. I counted squares, and I can run around the zombie avoiding his threatening range. No other action this round, but next will obviously be an attack on the zombie)
Posted on 2009-07-02 at 03:00:46.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Hark! A post from the butterfly!
As the zombie in front of him fell at the stroke of Ben's sword, Galen's eyes did a quick check of his surroundings. There didn't seem to be any other zombies besides the initial ones that had appeared, but he cast a glance away from the others anyway, just to be sure. He was not one to take chances. Satisfied that there would be no immediate ambush by unseen unliving servants, Galen brought his attention back to the immediate conflict, and he quickly saw where he could be useful.
Ben had not stopped his swing, and had instead gone on to strike another zombie by him. It appeared there was also a second immediately next to him and poised to strike. Now, Galen knew that Ben liked to prove his worth against many odds, but given the situation, he was sure a quick slash by him wouldn't hurt. He quickly shifted his stance, shuffling along, until he was beside Ben. Finally, Galen brought his blade to bear against the zombie in front of him. A quick slash against the zombie's torso about 30ยบ from the horizontal was decided upon, and so Galen swung...
Posted on 2009-06-30 at 23:33:19.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: Well... since you ask so nicely
Kate blinked. She had to admit she was a bit surprised; organics by nature didn't often associate droids to be very free-willed, and usually just assumed that they go by or with whatever their 'owner' chooses. Still, just the offer simply being there was enough for Kate to smile.
"It's been a while since I was a bodyguard... but maybe I should try it again. Besides, if Arrune is going too, there's no way I won't do the same; she's probably the only one who could put me back together if needed anyway." Kate replied.
Admittedly, although she kept referring to how she was a bodyguard, Kate truly did not have much data regarding what or who she protected, as well as who her original designer was. It left her feeling just a bit incomplete, with a few gaps in her memory... all she knew was that they were there because of some memory wipes, done for legal reasons. It was just one of the reasons she hated memory wipes.... the 'feeling' of emptiness associated with them, even if droids supposedly didn't have feelings. Arrune had told her that Kate was a bodyguard of someone in an illicit group before it was caught and disbanded, and therefore the memory wipe was so that Kate wouldn't be able to aid in the restructure or aid in the formation of another group, but that was about all that could be pieced together.
The recollection brought a slightly colder look to Kate's holographic face. "... I won't require a memory wipe after this, correct?" She asked, her voice's tone slightly dangerous.
Posted on 2009-06-29 at 22:56:47.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Linsemptus
Subject: The Fifth Day
Dawn approached as normal, save for the now-familiar crack breaking the sky in twain. Yet, at dawn the party quietly assembled. Few words were exchanged, since there was no need for them; words could wait until after they reached their destination.
Riding at a decent pace across the plains, it was impossible to tell exactly where the barrier between the two worlds was when one glanced off to the side. Where would the Linsemptus be unable to touch? Unwilling to take a chance, although they would be at the border and thus unlikely to come across resistance at this point, Mitsuru deemed that the party's path would not go close to the border at all, and would pass through a small farming village along the way.
Perhaps the lack of people along the route might have been a warning, or the lack of sound except for the wind... but there was little in the way of wildlife. Burrows hidden underground lay abandoned; dens in the tall grass were bare, and not a bird could be seen in the sky. The influence of the Linsemptus overthrew the natural order, being something not supposed to be in this world, thus the natural world rejected it, and avoided it.
Even predators didn't have a reason to prowl the plains... or at least, most predators. Reaching the town, or rather, the remains of the town, the party stopped briefly at the wasted ruins. Buildings were torn down or burnt to ash, storehouses were laid bare to see them pillaged, and a few humanoid bodies could be seen among the destruction.
A few figures were neither dead nor still, however. Barring the path, a roughly humanoid person resembling a rat more than anything else stood in the way of the party. He snickers once or twice, before giving a shrill whistle. As one, a number of other rat-like humans crept out of hiding, surrounding the party. From a tent in the centre of the village, a large creature could be seen emerging from it. It was a majestic wolf, although its bright red eyes clearly deemed it to be something more sinister. Or at least, it appeared to be a wolf, until it reared back on its hind legs, revealing it to merely have a wolf head and a fur cloak, concealing a very hairy humanoid body underneath. Strangely, the werewolf wears fingerless gloves of unwashed and dirty white material, as well as a blood red ruby amulet. Its fiery and cold eyes glares at the party.
"This is our turf, and if you wish to pass, you'll need to pay the toll." He says, his voice rough and coarse coming from a form more suited for growling and howling than talking. "So... your things or your lives... what will it be?"
(There is a total of 9 wererats, spaced evenly around the party. They're armed with various utensils; 3 have swords in one hand and each have a strange stick in the other hand (one stick is a vivid red, another is a vivid blue, and the last is a vivid yellow), 2 are carrying an assortment of daggers carried on overloaded belts crossed over their chests, and the other four have pole-axes. They all look about ready to try to forcibly dismount a few members of the party.
The werewolf I have described, but another detail regarding the werewolf is that one of his eyes is fiery and brightly burning, while the other seems dim and cold.
Anyways, you have a number of options... one of which is you can indeed attempt to overrun the were-creatures and bypass them entirely, but that's up to you. The creatures are standing about 10 feet away at closest, so it's easy to whisper and converse to each other as well.
I think that's everything... and so update is finally finished! Yays! )
Posted on 2009-06-29 at 22:32:05.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Linsemptus - Q/A
Subject: I'm sorry
Well, I should've mentioned my leave earlier, but I went to visit a few friends I hadn't seen in a couple years (including a plane flight), and as you can guess, I haven't been on RDI at all during that time.
I do intend to update, since I'm positive there is interest remaining, and I realize I should be a bit more lenient with my updates, taking into account actions that should not need to be posted for unless desired.
The fifth day update will be posted as soon as I've done it...
Again, sorry about the delay ^^;
Posted on 2009-06-19 at 04:08:33.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: The Butterfly's Post
Although the discussion had taken an interesting turn, it really wasn't in Kate's interest all that much. If it was the Jedi's own business, then it would remain that way until it was time to disclose it; this was just proven by his own words.
"I don't recall having been here before." Kate murmured aloud, looking to the others inquiringly, "I suppose, since this is a militaristic planet, that there wouldn't be much in the way of a gambling institution such as a casino, would there?"
The nature of gambling, although mainly a matter of chance and illogical to most droids, actually fascinated Kate. There was something about it that just seemed interesting, mainly how, despite the nature of chance, one could seemingly alter one's odds through such concepts of fate or destiny. Most droids would consider such a thing so illogical that they would dismiss it entirely, but Kate was not most droids. True, she had to admit the notion was a bit strange, but her personality and neural network syntax was designed from a human basis, and therefore by extension was the source of her fascination. Perhaps it would be bothersome, or illogical, but Kate wouldn't never get rid of it; that is part of who she was, part of what set her different than others.
Still, all that aside, there was one thing needed in order to set up for an excursion to a casino, but she'd have to ask Arruna about that later, if there was a casino in the first place.
Posted on 2009-06-19 at 04:06:11.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: I'm very sorry
Well, I should've mentioned my leave earlier, but I went to visit a few friends I hadn't seen in a couple years (including a plane flight), and as you can guess, I haven't been on RDI at all during that time.
I'm sorry if there's been a delay on my part, but, reading over the additions to the situation, there's not much for Kate to add in terms of the storyline. I will do what I can, since I do have an idea, but I don't think it'll progress much, although I may be wrong... you can never tell what a GM might have planned
Posted on 2009-06-19 at 03:55:17.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: Gamble...
How much to offer, and how much they would want and take without arousing suspicions... two unknowns variables, with no reference constants.
It is a gamble Kate thought to herself, Unfortunately, my logic drive isn't suited towards gambling right now...
She had never done anything such as bribery before. True, while she may have been a bodyguard for an individual that was outside of the law, she herself had never done anything unlawful; it would just be too bothersome to hide, especially as a droid, whose memory could be either accessed or hacked if the circumstances allowed for it.
Yet... at the same time, Kate couldn't help but wonder about this situation... the request to dismantle her in particular was extremely bizarre; although she was human-sized, her internal components took up so much of that space that it would be impossible to smuggle an individual within her. Not to mention, her internal storage could easily be displayed without the requirement of her being taken apart. It was only enough room for her vibroblades and a few computer datacards anyway. What those cards held wasn't even illegal; most of them were just backup copies of her numerous systems files. The other one was a set of system files with suggestions and advice and illogical drives for gambling.
Although it wasn't usually the nature of droids to have intuition, Kate's intuition kept telling her something was amiss. Unfortunately for her, she had no internal comlink, nor did anyone else probably have a comlink to connect to, and outright conversation was too risky. Conflicted, without a visible course of action, Kate simply stayed still, unmoving and unspeaking.
Posted on 2009-05-31 at 00:48:44.
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Topic: The Day They Woke Up on the Wrong Side of Reality
Subject: Beware my- wait, I probably already said that... in that case... ditto
Galen had to blink a couple times. While it was true that he generally was more active at night than during the day, he had already resigned himself to sleep just a few minutes earlier, and so was groggy..
But then something caught his eye, and woke him up. Well, actually it was two things. First were the two strange corpse-like bodies below him that his eye had happened to stray upon. Second was the burst of energy visible from a magical effect striking the driver Gamet...
That was enough for adrenaline to kick in. A quick assessment told him that what was happening on one side was likely happening on the other, so he shouted a quick alert.
After that, he leaned over the side of the carriage, forefinger and middle finger already poised in drawing the circle in the air. It was a swift movement, and the words he uttered were near incomprehensible from a combination of both low volume and unknown language.
Although, if one was really paying attention, the words vaguely sounded akin to 'togwr hq iijnpivgn, gtkmru yop!'
With those motions however, a sharp crack resounded through the area as another miniature bolt of lightning descended from Galen's fingertips.
(Electric Jolt on the zombie closest to me... pretty easy to figure out ^^)
Posted on 2009-05-28 at 05:30:52.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: Dismantle?!
Kate had to portray an image of surprise to her proposed dismantling. Since when did any droid need to undergo such a routine? Something was definitely amiss...
"... if you do under most dire circumstance have to so 'dismantle' me, I will have to warn you that there is a good likelihood that you will not be able to perfectly restructure my physical system." Kate stated quite clearly, "I was built a customized bodyguard droid. My flight system, in particular, is very complex; if one of my armour plates is set incorrectly, it could very well compromise the system. It would be easier for both parties if I simply gave you the details of my design. For reasons of security, I would also request that it not go beyond the eyes of the inspector; should my blueprints be published, it is possible that an offender could use it to find out any exploitable flaw, and thus jeopardize my function. Is this unsatisfactory?"
And I'm not about to let myself be deactivated by complete strangers, regardless of who they represent. I doubt they'd understand, but it's a very legitimate fear... There's almost no guarantee any stranger can give to me that they won't tamper with my programming or personality... Kate resolved internally.
Posted on 2009-05-24 at 06:10:35.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: Unconcerned
Kate was quite tempted to tell Arrune off. If she had misplaced the scans or anything, not only would there be the possibility of someone replicating Kate's design, but it'd also be a simple matter for someone to look over her design flaws. Yet, at the same time, she knew why Arrune had done it. As much of a risk as it was, it was also a precaution... one that wouldn't have been taken if there wasn't a desire for protection.
So, Kate simply smiled.
"Thank you."
~~~
Kate truly didn't have any concerns upon the detainment. News of the attack by the Mandalorians likely had already spread, and so they needed to be sure that the ship was indeed only carrying refugees, and not harbouring any spies or other things. A matter of security, nothing more, and nothing less. She knew that all too well... security often compromised hospitality, at least under first impressions. That was something she knew as a prior-bodyguard. It would do no good to rush them, and would make her look bad as well. So Kate simply relaxed. Still, it wouldn't do any harm to be sure.
"This is just a security routine, correct?" Kate asked of the officer, "In any event, would you prefer us to wait on the ship until called for questioning, or is there another location that would be better?"
Posted on 2009-05-18 at 08:34:23.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: Apologies...
I've been helping my parents renovate the house... we have company on tuesday too.
I'm sorry I haven't posted... I'll do what I can right now, although I'm up pretty late as it is...
Posted on 2009-05-18 at 08:14:09.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: And there is a question mark...
This was unexpected... Not to mention unprecedented. For a moment, Kate was at a bit of a loss, as she took the datacards, her holographic face unchanging and passive.
A cross referral of the vocal tone as well as the posture of Arrune suggested hints of trepidation, although as to why, Kate couldn't be sure. There were numerous possibilities, but only a few were likely... and there was only one way to be sure.
"Why did you have them?" Kate asked, her tone displaying a bit of surprise, but neutral in other regards.
Posted on 2009-05-10 at 08:23:53.
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Topic: Star Wars: Dark Masques
Subject: Where to, nobody knows...
Kate looked over the schematics for the various locations which were available to hyperjump to first, before walking over to the pilot.
"If my opinion is wanted, I suggest a jump to Ord Mantell. The military force already present there may be sufficient to ward of pursuit. Admittedly, it is also the one of the most probable hyperjumps that we'd take, and so there's a good likelihood of them knowing where we've gone. The alternative would probably be Adumar; its ecological basis indicates the presence of multiple geographical features, which is useful to hide in if we need to keep low for a while. That is my opinion on the matter." Kate suggested, before returning to the others.
Kate then nodded to Arrune, not bothering to wink or anything to show that she understood; she knew the other preferred to be more discreet. She walked with her down to the engineering bay. Although she was capable of 'modifying' things, she was definitely not as skilled at it as Arrune
Posted on 2009-05-06 at 16:06:05.
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Topic: Forgotten Realms: The Unsung Heroes
Subject: ... don't like rats
In the dark, hearing and feeling the rumbling within the walls and ceiling, Linnix would've attributed it to an earthquake, were it not for the lack of motion of the earth around her.
She couldn't see what was happening, or the rodents swarming her, but she definitely felt them. The urge to scream was only quelled by the fear that if she opened her mouth, one of the filthy rodents would get into it.
Linnix nearly lost the capacity to think, to be paralysed by both fear and disgust, but somehow, she retained enough of her composure to take action. Relying on memory alone, Linnix dove and tumbled or stumbled back, towards the door where she came in, hoping to loose some of the creatures on her along the way.
(Trying to get out of the swarms at least...)
Posted on 2009-05-04 at 07:27:57.
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