Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r )
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Solos =&gt; Topic started by: MadPanda on 24-01-2016, 02:11:28</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 02:11:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hey, Benny-buddy!"<br><br>That's usually a bad start to any voice message from Hamid, a fellow programmer and general prankster.&nbsp; Even worse when you've switched an overtime shift with him.&nbsp; And you wouldn't have done it at all except that you owe him from the other week with the guy and the thing and he hasn't let you forget it.<br><br>"I do have one tiny thing I need you to check for me before you split.&nbsp; No big.&nbsp; Just log onto the beta server from my station and jack into one of the sims in the test folder.&nbsp; Can't miss it--it's the nice bright green one with the smiley face on it.&nbsp; Need to get your opinion on the current gen."<br><br>Well, that's not much of an ask, is it?&nbsp; You can spare five, ten minutes to check out the new hush-hush game that he's been helping test.&nbsp; Might even be fun.&nbsp; Besides, you don't have much else to do which is why you're here this late on a weekend anyway.&nbsp; Worst that can happen is you fall asleep and Security has a good laugh at your expense when they make their rounds later.<br><br>So after you log out of your station you move over to his office, sign in on the guest server, slip on the VR headgear, and click the nice, cheerful green folder marked POCATELLO in the beta folder...<br><br>And with a brief sensation like dropping through freefall you find yourself in a grim room, all rusted metal and dust, lit by a bare bulb hanging from a bare wire in the middle of the ceiling.&nbsp; There's a bar along one end of the room, manned by the unlikely figure of an anthromorphic Bear who looks like she could break you in half without breaking a sweat.&nbsp; Judging by the smudged and tarnished mirror behind the bar, you're the only customer in here at the moment.&nbsp; She gestures for you to step closer and sets a glass on the bar, then fills it from a bottle.&nbsp; The harsh scent of something with triple-digit proof hits your nose.<br><br><strong>"First one's free,"</strong> she says, her accent almost comically Russian.&nbsp; <strong>"You are new here, da?&nbsp; So is only good manners to extend hospitality."</strong>&nbsp; This is followed by what you hope is a friendly grin.&nbsp; <strong>"Tell me about you, da?&nbsp; Is so I can send you to right people."</strong><br><br>Ahhhh.&nbsp; This must be the character generation sequence!&nbsp; This, uh, Bear asks you questions, the answers slot you into a particular role that determines your skills and abilities...easy peasy.<br><br><strong>"What is it you like to do?&nbsp; Fight?&nbsp; Or you would rather work with tech?&nbsp; Perhaps more of a people person.&nbsp; Or maybe the stranger things appeal, da?"</strong>&nbsp; She winks in what you think is a playful manner.&nbsp; <strong>"Is also so I can send right jobs to you later on."</strong><br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 02:34:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Benjamin is amazed by the immersive nature of this game! Amazing depth with its 3D graphics, fairly seamless animations, man! Wouldn't he love to get under the hood of this thing!<br><br><strong>"Ahem! Hello? testing one two, testing one two three… Is the capture on? I hope you are catching the debug screen, Hamid! And stop calling me Benny-Buddy!"<br><br>"Okay! Since it's an RPG of some sort, let's check the classes. Not much of an HUD though… Okay, I hate hack-n-slash, but I still need a way to defend myself. Any options? Some battle magic or manipulation would be nice, rather that just a skill monkey…"<br><br>"Hamid? Is this an MMO private server? Do I need to test for damage or buff errors?"</strong><br><br>This game may be so immersive, that Hamid might not be able to respond. Or maybe Ben just isn't speaking in real life...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 05:46:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hamid doesn't respond.&nbsp; But then, he didn't call you so much as leave a voice mail, and this is pretty much an immersive sort of game.&nbsp; The Bear raises an eyebrow, waiting with all the patience of a programmed NPC.<br><br>(There is a HUD, though: merely thinking the question seems to be enough to bring it to life.&nbsp; Along with that, a pale and faded diamond-shaped marker shows up in the center of the Bear's chest.&nbsp; You can just make out the label above it: Glasha.)<br><br><strong>"Self-defense is standard option,"</strong> she answers you, apparently programmed to assume that any question is directed at her.&nbsp; <strong>"Is dangerous world out there, da?&nbsp; Is <em>always</em> room for direct action."</strong>&nbsp; She grins, and this time the expression is more feral.&nbsp; <strong>"Magic, though...is more Clarke's Magic than Merlin's, especially if you are Savvyhead.&nbsp; Plenty of tools to be repaired, da?&nbsp; Or perhaps you are Brainer, strange veteran of ten thousand psychic wars.&nbsp; Or perhaps Hocus, with flock to lead and insight into the Maelstrom."</strong><br><br>Another pause while she wipes down the bar.<br><br><strong>"Mystic power with social skills?&nbsp; Is Brainer if you are lone wolf sort, or Hocus if you want followers.&nbsp; Savvyhead is better with tools than people."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 09:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*Ka-blink* An HUD with certain aspects missing popped up as a translucent image super-imposed onto the visuals of the tavern. Playing with the toggle, Ben thinks and unthinks it away repeatedly, amused at the guts of the game.<br><br><strong>"Response to brain frequencies, neat! I just hope it doesn't dive into porn preferences. This isn't even my computer… And I DONT wanna know Hamid THAT well…"<br><br>"You know what? I'm not gonna be here that long, so I'll just run the first sequence, see how it plays. What was that one, Braniac? Yeah, I'd like that one."</strong><br><br>Ben moves his limbs, testing the boundaries of the game. First by robotically lifting his arms and feet, then with fluid motion, he observed that this game is apparently connected to neurotransmitters in his head, creating a true first person experience. Impressive! Good thing this game comes with a host of safety features and respawn points, right? Right?<br><br>…<br><br>Ben's testing those today, isn't he?…<br><br>He takes a seat at a stool at the bar, placing his arm towards the drink offered to him, taking in a swing and the sights around him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 19:20:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Brainer."</strong>&nbsp; The Bear nods.&nbsp; <strong>"Is good, then."</strong><br><br>Now something else pops up on the HUD...<em>Customize Avatar</em>, it says, and <em>Make Selections Below</em>.<br><br>&gt;&gt;Man, woman, ambiguous, transgressing, or concealed.<br>&gt;&gt;High formal wear, clinical wear, fetish-bondage wear, or environmental wear improper to the local environment.<br>&gt;&gt;Scarred face, smooth face, pale face, bony face, plump moist face, or sweet face.<br>&gt;&gt;Soft eyes, dead eyes, deep eyes, caring eyes, pale eyes, ruined eyes, or wet eyes.<br>&gt;&gt;Awkward angular body, soft body, slight body, crippled body, or fat body.<br><br>And there's a Next radio button right below the list.&nbsp; So it looks like the choice of class is done through natural dialogue and then the particulars are arranged afterwards.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; And if there's an avatar, then this is definitely meant for multiplayer mode!&nbsp; No surprise there.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:07:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben reaches up and pokes at the other options in the HUD. His hand goes through the air, swatting at what seems to be nothing. Glasha looks around, seeing if there was a fly in the vicinity. Guess that's not how this game works…<br><br>EHEM…<br><br><strong>"I am a slight bodied man in high formal wear, a smooth face with caring eyes."</strong> All of the options registered except the body type. <strong>"…With a slight body…"</strong> Guess it has to go in order. Makes sense. Something to note to Hamid, I guess.<br><br>Looking at the default model, he definitely wanted to make some more customization. <strong>"Is there any way to change a few things cosmetically? I'm not really a clean-shaven guy. I wanted to look skinny, not sickly… How about a little more meat on the bones? And any options with the shirt? I'd like to be a tad more utility-looking than this?"</strong> He then wonders if he needs to speak in character. Maybe some things will not register unless it is in a conversational manner.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:11:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Next to the menu, a rough visual pops up showing the general outlines of your chosen avatar.&nbsp; It takes a few minutes of adjusting to taste with the&nbsp; usual dials and options, but this is familiar territory.&nbsp; Once you hit next, another menu pops up:<br><br>Choose one set:<br>• Cool+1 Hard+1 Hot-2 Sharp+1 Weird+2<br>• Cool=0 Hard=0 Hot+1 Sharp=0 Weird+2<br>• Cool+1 Hard-2 Hot-1 Sharp+2 Weird+2<br>• Cool+2 Hard-1 Hot-1 Sharp=0 Weird+2
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Lame, what kind of fantasy game doesn't let you be hot?…<br><br>Cool+1 Hard+1 Hot-2 Sharp+1 Weird+2<br><br><em>Might as well play it down the middle, and adjust if I get to leveling.</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:37:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hitting Next brings up another menu, but this looks a bit like a 'skill' tree, or maybe a list of 'features' available to the Brainer class.<br><br>Choose Two Special Abilities:<br>&gt;&gt;Unnatural Lust Transfixion<br>&gt;&gt;Casual Brain Receptivity<br>&gt;&gt;Preternatural At-Will Brain Attunement <br>&gt;&gt;Deep Brain Scan<br>&gt;&gt;Direct-Brain Whisper Projection<br>&gt;&gt;In-Brain Puppet Strings<br><br>Along one side of the HUD, you can see your stat line.&nbsp; The Weird and Cool are both highlighted in pale yellow.&nbsp; Interesting! There's also a tiny circle to one side, like a pie with five slices, right below that.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:53:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"How about… Unatural Lust Transfixion, since I can't be 'hot?' Uhmmm, describe the Deep Brain Scan and Puppet Strings, please?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 20:58:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Both the requested entries highlight and open new text windows:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Deep Brain Scan</div><div class="spoiler_body">when you have time and physical intimacy with someone — mutual intimacy like holding them in your arms, or 1-sided intimacy like they’re restrained to a table — you can read them more deeply than normal. Roll+weird. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7–9, hold 1. While you’re reading them, spend your hold to ask their player questions, 1 for 1:<br>• what was your character’s lowest moment?<br>• for what does your character crave forgiveness, and of whom?<br>• what are your character’s secret pains?<br>• in what ways are your character’s mind and soul vulnerable?<br>On a miss, you inflict 1-harm (ap) upon your subject, to no benefit.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">In-Brain Puppet Strings</div><div class="spoiler_body">When you have time and physical intimacy with someone — again, mutual or 1-sided — you can plant a command inside their mind. Roll+weird. On a 10+, hold 3. On a 7–9, hold 1. At your will, no matter the circumstances, you can spend your hold 1 for 1 to inflict 1-harm (ap). If they fulfill your command, that counts for all your remaining hold. On a miss, you inflict 1-harm (ap) upon your subject, to no benefit.</div></div><br>Interesting options!&nbsp; So this class is the epitome of fucking with other people's heads.&nbsp; Fitting.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 21:06:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Okay, let's get others to do the dirty work for me. Ill take Puppet Strings, then."</strong><br><br>Rereading the text, he noted, <strong>"wait… intimacy? Or one sided? What kinda game is this?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 21:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No definition seems to be forthcoming.&nbsp; Hitting Next brings up yet another list, but this is your starting gear so you're probably almost done.<br><br>GEAR<br>• 1 small fancy weapon<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Choose One!</div><div class="spoiler_body">• silenced 9mm (2-harm close hi-tech)<br>• ornate dagger (2-harm hand valuable)<br>• hidden knives (2-harm hand infinite)<br>• scalpels (3-harm intimate hi-tech)<br>• antique handgun (2-harm close reload loud valuable)</div></div><br>• 2 brainer gear<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Choose Two!</div><div class="spoiler_body">• implant syringe (tag hi-tech)&nbsp; After you’ve tagged someone, if a brainer move allows you to inflict harm on them, inflict +1harm. <br>• brain relay (area close hi-tech)&nbsp; For purposes of brainer moves, if someone can see your brain relay, they can see you.<br>• receptivity drugs (tag hi-tech)&nbsp; Tagging someone gives you +1hold if you then use a brainer move on them. <br>• violation glove (hand hi-tech)&nbsp; For purposes of brainer moves, mere skin contact counts as time and intimacy.<br>• pain-wave projector (1-harm ap area loud reload hi-tech)&nbsp; Goes off like a reusable grenade. Hits everyone but you. <br>• deep ear plugs (worn hi-tech)&nbsp; Protects the wearer from all brainer moves and gear.</div></div><br>• oddments worth 5-barter<br>• fashion suitable to your look, including at your option a piece worth 1-armor (you detail)<br><br>Barter is further bookmarked.&nbsp; Obviously this isn't your usual gold-piece economy!&nbsp; But then that'd sort of make sense since this is a more 'social' sort of game, right?<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Barter</div><div class="spoiler_body">If you’re charging someone wealthy for your services, 1-barter is the going rate for: one successful deep brain scan; one in-brain puppet command, upon its execution; one week’s employment as kept brainer.<br><br>1-barter will cover a month’s living expenses, if your tastes aren’t too grand.<br><br>As a one-time expenditure, and very subject to availability, 1-barter might count for: a night in high luxury &amp; company; any weapon, gear or fashion not valuable or hi-tech; the material costs of a crash resuscitation by an angel; repair of a piece of hi-tech gear by a savvyhead; a week’s hire of the protective companionship of a battlebabe or gunlugger; a year’s tribute to a warlord; a month’s maintenance and repairs for a hi-performance vehicle well-used; bribes, fees and gifts sufficient to get you into almost anyone’s presence.<br><br>For better stuff, you should expect to make particular arrangements. You can’t just wander around the commons of some hardhold with oddments ajangle and expect to find hi-tech or luxe eternal.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 22:16:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ah ha! Inventory! Perusing around the different options, various questions pop into his mind, of which he asks the barkeep, or at least says out loud to the HUD.<br><br><strong>"Okay, so Hi-tech, right? Does that mean there's a chance of it breaking? Also what's this tagging thing that keeps coming up. Along those lines… uh… how intimate is intimate?…"</strong><br><br>Looking at the bartering, <strong>"Okay, so since I have 5-barter, can I use one upfront? I'd really like the 9mm, because this looks like an adventure that I'm gonna need some protection. BUT I'd also like those scalpels, since they pack more punch. Again, how intimate is intimate? I don't want that Dexter kinda creeper vibe going…"<br><br>"That armor though, I got an idea for it. Let's have it be a skintight suit that goes underneath the main attire. Even have a black leather glove on my left hand that Violator Glove on my right so that I can shake people's hands and plant my seed in them."<br><br>"…Seeds of influence…Maaaybe I'm more 'creeper-y' than I'd like to be..."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 23:51:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Intimate is up close and personal,"</strong> the Bear bartender says with a shrug.&nbsp; <strong>"Is nye same thing as, ah, sexing you up, but doing so is invitation to have brain read like cheap paperback novel."</strong>&nbsp; She winks.&nbsp; <strong>"High tech is tag for items that are from Before.&nbsp; Nye so easy to replace."</strong><br><br>Hmm.&nbsp; And there's a blinking icon in the lower left corner of the HUD, which announces that it's a cue to the Player's Guide!&nbsp; Hey, useful.<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Tag Definitions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Hi-tech</strong> (<em>constraint, cue</em>): it’s high tech, not the kind of simple machine that can be easily manufactured in these crude times. It’s also worth more than 1-barter, probably, but that’s incidental.<br><strong>Intimate</strong> (<em>constraint, a range</em>): she can bring it to bear only when she’s very close to her target or subject, close enough to hold, kiss or grapple him. Arm’s reach isn’t close enough.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>24-01-2016, 23:59:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Hmmm, well I still want the scalpels for 1-barter? Is that a thing? Still the 9mm is a good option, as well as the Brain Relay and the Glove. Can I name the glove something else?"<br></strong><br>Looking at the redesign of his underarmor, he appeared satisfied with the load out. <strong>"Ok, next menu."</strong><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 00:07:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Glasha shrugs.&nbsp; <strong>"Is Violation Glove.&nbsp; Is name of item.&nbsp; Call it George if you wish, but is violation glove all the same.&nbsp; As for rest...is bar, not armory."</strong>&nbsp; She shrugs again.&nbsp; <strong>"Nearly ready, da?"</strong><br><br>The little Next button now reads Finish.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 00:13:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Let's spend about 30 minutes here and call it quits. I can report everything and come back after work tomorrow." Yeah, let's get the fetch quest started,"</strong> Ben said, observing the bar around him. With such immersion, this will be a good game to promote on VR machines.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 00:52:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"All right.&nbsp; If you are quite certain you are ready,"</strong> the Bear grins.&nbsp; <strong>"No charge for drinks, as I said."</strong><br><br>There is a slight shift as the programmed cinematic takes over and you find yourself walking out the heavy rusted metal door and into the harsh, brisk desert night beyond.&nbsp; The tang of some ancient chemical taint in the dust hits your nose and makes you sneeze, and the cracked and cratered surface of the full moon frowning down on the flat and windswept darkness of this quiet basin holding is disturbingly familiar.&nbsp; A couple of other night wanderers scuttle from ramshackle building to building on the edge of your vision.&nbsp; There's light enough to see, and enough to hint that when daylight comes the landscape will be post apoc as far as the eyeball can scan.<br><br>A small map shows up in the top left corner.&nbsp; The customary small blue arrow shows your location.&nbsp; The square block representing the bar you just left is there also, and you can see outlines of other structures.&nbsp; All pretty standard so far, but the scent and sound are far beyond what you might expect from a mere beta version.&nbsp; Someone's put a lot of effort into this!<br><br>From out of the dusk, huddled under a faded and patched poncho, a rabbit-eared mutant child (at least you think it's a child, given how short and slight it is) steps closer and waits for you to notice.&nbsp; It's voice is high-pitched enough to make gender unclear.<br><br>"There you are!&nbsp; Alex was asking after you.&nbsp; Something about needing a hand with something from the Downunder.&nbsp; You can find her over in the Yard.&nbsp; I won't say she's bucking and champing at the bit, but you probably don't want to make her wait."&nbsp; Nodding politely, the bunny-kid ducks into the bar behind you.&nbsp; A moment later, it sticks its head out again.&nbsp; "Oh, and Bish is already out there.&nbsp; Probably another house call."<br><br>Your HUD now shows a line of text at the bottom: Meet Alex at the Yard.&nbsp; There's a star on the map, and if you look closely you can see a trail of green dots marking out a path to follow.<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 01:13:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Okay, time to get to the goal and save."</strong><br><br>Benjamin eyes slowly adjust slowly to the lighting and dusty environment. Damn, what a total sensory overload! And a really clean HUD, with map and options.<br><br><strong>"Man, I'm gonna need a mask or scarf or something. This is some impressive game for a beta. Okay, let's find this dude Alex." </strong><br><br><strong>"There you are! Alex was looking for you!"</strong><br><br>Ah, there we go. Ben turns around, looking at eye-level to see… a set of bunny ears… he then looks down, seeing a hooded bunny-person-guy in a latex coat. Are there any humans in this thing? Is this one of those yiffy experiences? Anyway… As Ben brings his attention back to the bunny, he gets his instructions with corresponding blips on his map. The green markers pop up which he follows promptly after he makes a final inquiry...<br><br><strong>"Go to the Yard, mission to the Downunder, got it. And uh, my head is a little foggy from the uhhh… dust storm that kicked up a while back, yea! Remind me, friend, what is your name? Also what resources are available at this hour. Stores, food, some beds… favors."</strong><br><br>…seems like that kind of game. Might as well take advantage of it. We'll call it 'beta testing'...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 05:52:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The bunny-eared one...otherwise Human, so far as you can tell...shrugs a little.<br><br>"Had a bit too much of Glasha's finest, then?&nbsp; All right.&nbsp; Most folks call me Fazza.&nbsp; No idea why.&nbsp; I came in with the convoy last spring along with Bish."&nbsp; Another shrug.&nbsp; "I think maybe you should hustle over and see Alex.&nbsp; Gonna be your best bet right now anyway.&nbsp; More to see in the morning anyway."<br><br>So, a touch of 'go here if you want anything'.&nbsp; Not a total sandbox.&nbsp; Not just yet.&nbsp; They probably wrote this part to give newbs a touch of direction before throwing them in the proverbial scorpion pit.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>25-01-2016, 09:30:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Fazza the fuzz-bunny, Glasha the bar-baring bear, Alex the chick, and Bish… At least this all logs into the HUD's info-dex... <br><br>After thanking Fazza, he followed the green dots, taken in the visuals of despair and makeshift machinations as he travels the path. He looks from side to side on his way, hoping to fill in both his map and his info-dex with limited interaction as of now. He will be sure to sit and run the dex down when an opportunity arises. Also, we will see how much pops up during interactions.<br><br>As he arrives Downunder, he looks around for a female NPC with 'Alex' floating over her head. Apparently, it can look like anything...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>27-01-2016, 20:23:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It a slow wander through the camp, but it gives you a fair idea of the layout and allows the map to fill out nicely before leading you to the edge of a junkyard and through a small pair of gates to a tent.&nbsp; Inside the tent you find two figures--one, short-haired, tomboyish, and maybe old enough to be your kid sister, is the Human designated Alice.&nbsp; Beside her is another woman, also Human, a bit older and careworn, in patched fatigues.&nbsp; Her designation reads 'Bish'.<br><br>Alex gives you a scowl by way of greeting.&nbsp; It only makes her look cuter.&nbsp; No doubt that pisses her off even more.<br><br>"Fazza found you.&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; I remember you owe me from that time with the guy and the thing, so I'm calling it in." She gestures to Bish.&nbsp; "And I owe her, so you get to give her a hand.&nbsp; Got me?"<br><br>Bish rolls her eyes, but not where Alex can watch her do it.<br><br>"Fine, fine, I'll take what I can get.&nbsp; You're not much good at skulking about anyway."&nbsp; Bish approaches, giving you a wry smile.&nbsp; "Little geniuses need their beauty sleep, Alex.&nbsp; You've been up for what, seventy hours?&nbsp; Go crash.&nbsp; By the time you're up again we should be back.&nbsp; Come on, Ben.&nbsp; Let's go talk somewhere less cluttered."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 07:22:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gathering the info on the two people, Ben waves and turns to follow Bish. <strong>"Okay Alex, let me know if you need anything for yourself. Get some rest."</strong> He figures since most conversation and responses were accepted better in character, he hopefully can gain extra points with the correct responses. Addressing Bish as they begin strolling to a private location, whatever qualifies as that around here, <strong>"Okay, miss. What is it that you need me to do. Just so you know, I'm bad with knives and cooking. Not together, separately. You know what I mean… So how do you know Alex? Any fun info that you can divulge? Her favorite drink? Color? Hometown?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-01-2016, 23:40:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish takes your arm, leans against you and brushes one breast against your back.<br><br>"We have a little bit of spelunking ahead of us, just outside the cleared zone.&nbsp; Nothing too serious, which is why I'm not screaming at that skinny little pain in the ass to get me a gunlugger or a battlebabe instead.&nbsp; For this, someone who can think is just as good.&nbsp; Better, even."&nbsp; She laughs softly.&nbsp; "You really want to know about our little Alex?&nbsp; All I'm really at liberty to tell you is that she needs a man.&nbsp; Or a woman.&nbsp; Or both.&nbsp; Getting her to admit that, though...ah, that's the challenge.&nbsp; Too much focused on her work.&nbsp; I don't think she even...ah, but that's none of our business."<br><br>She pats your butt.<br><br>"Now, what we're going to go is go for a walk in the morning.&nbsp; There's an old clinic that hasn't been completely cleared, and I need to restock."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>30-01-2016, 00:09:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He noticed her firm grasp, showing that she had some skills with handiwork or melee. Good, as he didn't know how the combat system worked just yet. She seems about as randy as a sailor, let's hope that the equipment checks out 'under the hood.' Chuckling, Ben replied, <strong>"Well, that does explain Alex and her rough demeanor. Maybe we take her out for drinks and see who can steal a kiss first. Loser picks up the tab!"</strong><br><br><em>Hmm, I don't know if Bish will go for it… Maybe I can see how these tools work…</em><br><br>As his taskmaster was still behind him, Ben places both hands in front of him, seeming as if he was simple being polite and obedient. What his does, however, is fidget with his hands, fumbling for the switch on his Violator Glove, seeing if he can coax a fun response of out Bish. Some wordplay wouldn't hurt either.<br><br>He swiftly pivoted on his feet, now facing Bish and does a slight bow from the waist. As he grasps her hands in a servant-like gesture, making sure to touch an opening to her skin, he responded <strong>"But, we can focus on all having a fun time later. Now I am at your service, by proxy of service to our friend. Please tell me how I can best aid you in your quest. I would like to learn about our task, but then I would like to learn about you. What do you do for fun? What is your job here in the wasteland? Any fun tales of almost not making it? Any fun tales of you and Alex? How did you two ladies meet?"</strong><br><br>The glove on his right hand glowed with a blue hue at the electronic 'seams.' Ben made sure to keep eye content, to hopefully keep her from looking down and observing the activated glove.<br><br>Ben also tries to think up a clock on the HUD, still trying not to give funny tells from having the virtual part bleed in to the reality.<br>~~~~~<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">I Roll Now</div><div class="spoiler_body"> I think I might be breaking the game, but I want to try and use "Puppet Strings" to embed a flirty response out of Bish (perhaps one that's not her nature) on command. Also, rolling 2d6, right?<br>Full Result: Ben Brainer rolled: (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85205)<br>2d6, adding 2 to the total<br>Comment: <br>Result: 3, 6, <br>Total: 11<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>30-01-2016, 02:22:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				You see her eyes flash with something dark just before your fingers brush her skin and you put the whammy on her, but her smile is friendly enough.<br><br>"Fun tales of almost not making it?&nbsp; Honey, ain't nothing but frustrating in not making it when you're all revved up...and no, no fun stories about me grinding poor innocent Alex down into her narrow bed while she cries my name and blushes like a topped puppy.&nbsp; You really want to know, I might be sweet-talked into showing you a few little tricks.&nbsp; <em>After</em> we finish the job, I'll be more than happy to blow your world, if not your mind."<br><br>She winks saucily.<br><br>"Now let's get on it so I can get you into bed.&nbsp; And Alex, too, if you really want to try and get through to her. Girl's got no libido as far as I can tell, and believe me, I've tried."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Move Resolved</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ben has 3 hold on Bish...and Bish obeys, which uses it up.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 06:38:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, that seemed to work, but I guess there's only one way to find out later. Ben smiles as Bish leads him to… wherever they are going. The brainer coughs, trying to cover the sound of the glove's button clicking. That thing could be handy if it works. Still, the name is pervy, and decided to call his glove 'Truth,' and his 9mm 'Consequences.' Hey, it's his play through, and he's the protagonist, so he can have campy fun...<br><br><strong>"Speaking of blowing, We wouldn't by chance need to use this too often, will we?"</strong> The lithe man slips his gun from behind his back, showing it and it's specs. <strong>"I'm way better at talking my way out that blasting."</strong><br><br>Speaking of his handgun, he checks his firearm, making sure that it was fully loaded. And then immediately wonders how he's going to get more bullets supplied to him… Better make violence a last resort… And find some friends that make it a first reaction…<br><br>He looks around on the trail, searching for any PCs. Probably more devs or alpha testers, but anybody with more knowledge and weaponry would be a blast to play alongside.<br><br><strong>"So how about some history about this place? And the place we are headed, as well, there has to be a reason you deem it important. And if not you, I'm sure others do."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 21:36:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Better keep it handy.&nbsp; Not everything out there has enough of a brain to be weak against that voodoo that you do."&nbsp; Bish nods.&nbsp; "Usually better to get by without if you can manage, but better to have it and not need it.&nbsp; You get me?"<br><br>She gestures for you to follow and takes the lead.<br><br>"History, huh?&nbsp; Why the interest?&nbsp; It isn't like I can tell you much, because nobody really knows what the fuck happened.&nbsp; But it's been about fifty years since the Maelstrom dropped the other boot.&nbsp; Every so often we find a facility or a bolt-hole or something, occasionally even folks in deep-sleep, but they can't add much to what little we have."&nbsp; She snorts.&nbsp; "World went fucking sideways, is all.&nbsp; And here we are, holding together as best we can.&nbsp; We're better off than some folks, I guess.&nbsp; Our hardholder isn't a greedy asshole.&nbsp; We have a junkyard full of shit for our savvyhead to play with.&nbsp; Life goes on as best it can."<br><br>"As for where we're going, it used to be a research hospital."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 21:48:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben searches for an in character answer to give his client for being so nosy about the universe. Apparently, the AI is really good at picking up conversational cues, he noted for later. <strong>"Well, you know me (I think.) Using that brain of mine is what I do best. I just want to be of the most use to our community, since my survival hinges on everybody else's."</strong><br><br>That sounded like the right protagonist-y thing to say.<br><br><strong>"You will definitely have to introduce me to the hardholder, I don't think I've had a high enough clearance to speak with him… or her… Pointing me to the techies would be nice too, I think it needs a tune up, or at least a cleaning. Probably not what you want to hear as we go hunting for goods, huh? And on that topic, what gear are we scavenging for, or is this just a generic run? If there's anything of interest that you don't want, mind if I grab it? I've been looking for some cutting utensils, something fine like a scalpel set."</strong><br><br>Seeing how the index on his HUD works in terms of logging in info, Ben pulls it up to search for some history on Alex, Bish, the Underdown district, and the hospital that they were heading to, assuming that was currently logged into his map.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>31-01-2016, 23:37:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Alex is our techie," Bish shrugs, "And last I heard Uncle Vega was out on patrol with his pet gunlugger.&nbsp; You really want to chat, we can do that if and when they get back.&nbsp; In the meantime, we got to go digging."<br><br>Quickly searching the database, you find that the 'underdown' is more or less the ruin of the city that used to be here--the excuse for a dungeon or five, most likely, if this were a dungeon-crawling sort of MMO.&nbsp; At the moment, none of the landmarks on the map have proper names (well, except for Alex's Workshop).&nbsp; Apparently that data gets unlocked as you explore.&nbsp; Interesting touch.<br><br>Bish's entry is brief: she's an angel, which seems to mean healer or medic, late thirty-something, bisexual, multiracial.&nbsp; Probably a good person to know if and when you get hurt.<br><br>In the meantime, you've reached what seems to be the town gate and the guards are waving you through.&nbsp; Bish waves.<br><br>"Keep an eye on our angel," one of them tells you, the threat lightened by his cheerful tone.<br><br>"No big, guys, just hitting that clinic Dover turned up the other week.&nbsp; Should be back in a couple of hours."<br><br>After you pass the checkpoint, she starts talking again.<br><br>"So, about the clinic...it's sheer luck we found it.&nbsp; Seriously downbelow stuff here.&nbsp; It's in the basement of what used to be a business center.&nbsp; Not sure why they put it there unless it was linked to the stuff upstairs, and even then it's a weird place to go.&nbsp; I mean, below the parking garage?&nbsp; Weird.&nbsp; Dover thought that maybe it had something high end, but didn't find any of the usual markings of big and bad stuff...radsign, biohaz flags, stuff like that.&nbsp; On the other hand, he didn't look too hard either.&nbsp; So hopefully this really is that safe and we aren't about to hit radzoms or worse.&nbsp; So we should be able to replenish my stock and find you a couple of scalpels.&nbsp; Easy peasy, yeah?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>01-02-2016, 00:18:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Sounds like a plan to me. Let's get us some supplies. What do you think the best way down is?"</strong><br><br>Ben takes a glance forward, trying to survey as much of the landscape as possible. He notes any treacherous terrain as they decend the land towards the hospital. He keeps his gun in his hand, in case any raiders or odd biological lifeforms pop out. He also searches his index for info on radiation levels and poisoning in this setting, and if his attire protects against it to some degree, either his overclothes or his armor.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 19:18:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It takes a while to get to the clinic.&nbsp; You'd make better time if you weren't basically darting from bit of cover to bit of cover, but that's the safest way to travel outside the confines of the Holding.&nbsp; The good news is that this isn't a rad-zone...just uncontrolled.&nbsp; Eventually you find the building and Bish leads you around to a dark, low cave that seems awfully regular.<br><br>It's spotting the rusted out hulk of a smartcar that clues you in.&nbsp; This was a parking garage once upon a time, before someone flattened the rest of the business center on top of it.<br><br>"In through here."<br><br>'Here' is an old elevator shaft with the door propped open.<br><br>"Okay, this is where we have to be careful!&nbsp; Some of the old security measures are still live.&nbsp; Not to mention that there's a lot of jagged bits of metal on the way."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll Required</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm not often going to just hand you a Move to make, but in this case we're Doing It, so we gotta Do It. This falls under a move called Doing Something Under Fire, and in this case the Fire is getting to the bottom safely.<br><em>When you do something under fire, or dig in to endure fire, roll+cool. On a 10+, you do it. On a 7–9, you flinch, hesitate, or stall: the MC can offer you a worse outcome, a hard bargain, or an ugly choice.</em></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 20:01:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Under Fire</div><div class="spoiler_body"> Roll: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85349)</div></div><br><em>Okay, what stats modify that? No strength checks or something?</em><br><br>Ben reached for the rope grasping on to it, and then, not so much on his own will, began to slide down…<br><br>Oh, it takes his own strength… IRL, boo...<br><br><strong>"Damn, it's Gym Class all over again… Who wanted to do physical work in a game?"</strong><br><br>He dangled a little bit, swinging left a right, but not enough to break anything. Trying to steady himself, he rocked towards a sharp piece of metal, which cut a pinky finger-sized tear into the arm of his over-vest, not breaking into his armor or skin… Hopefully that the only mishap he has out here.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 22:57:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				With Bish using the same line, you quickly run into trouble--not because you get sliced on the way down, because you both take a few minor hits, but because not long before you hit the right floor, the rope high above hits a nice jagged bit of metal...and severs almost at the same time you get your feet on the solid decking of your target floor!&nbsp; Which means that you'll have to find another way back up out of this mess.<br><br>Fortunately there's just enough room to stand on while Bish frantically works the ancient elevator doors open, cursing a blue streak as she does so.&nbsp; When the door opens, she all but falls through, grunting as she lands on the hard floor, face first.<br><br>"Fuck!&nbsp; Okay, help me up, would you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 23:10:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Cartoonishly plastering his back to the inner wall of the elevator shaft, Ben shimmies over to to now open door, swinging his leg around the edge first to make sure he doesn't fall down into the abyss should he slip. He sighs a bit, the headed to help his ally to her feet, lifting her with an arm under her own and a hand on the inner thigh, helping her gain footing, but also kinda copping a feel. Hope she doesn't notice…<br><br>As they both rise to their feet, Ben peers into the near-darkness, looking for a switch or something. He comes to a wall, flipping up what used to be a light switch, obviously to no result as the power here hasn't been on in ages…<br><br>Right?…<br><br>He searches on his person for anything that could be used as a light source, with a goal to scout for any pitfalls or weak floors. He also listens out for any people or objects that may be active in here. Perhaps they are not the only ones who can find use or sanctuary in a hospital.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-02-2016, 23:18:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, she notices, all right...but the sidelong glance your wandering hands earn you seems more mischievous than furious.<br><br>"Later, honey.&nbsp; When we're back out of here," she grins, digging an ancient flashlight out of a pocket and handing it to you.&nbsp; "Here. Try this.&nbsp; Alex figured out how to recharge the old batteries.&nbsp; Makes my Arr and Arr easier, that's for sure."<br><br>A few moments of searching and you're looking at a directory.&nbsp; Hot Labs I through IV are that way, GeneMod Testing is over there, and the Infirmary is thataway.<br><br>"Should have the stuff we're looking for," Bish nods, pointing toward the Infirmary.&nbsp; "Now we just have to hope that there's nothing moving around down here but us!&nbsp; I heard stories and shit, y'know?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 00:01:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben looks away, as if the leg touch was unintentional. Damn the AI here is great at social clues, I gotta watch that around here.<br><br>After batting the bottom of a flashlight that had seen better days, it flickers on and then stabilizes. He points it downward first, making sure that the immediate burst of light did not stir any unwanted attention. As he deemed it dafe, he raised it to point in front of the two, highlighting the eerie ambience of deadened equipment and disheveled clothing and tools.<br><br>After finding the directory, the duo head the hall, heading towards the Infirmary. At Bish's comment about any moving things, he aims the flashlight low to knee height again, making sure the two could see far enough ahead without any missteps. <strong>"Well, let's keep this light down. We should probably keep this directory too, a good way to plot this place out for later runs. So, should we try and barricade that 'Gene Mod' area? I've seen enough hentai to know where this is going. Japan, amirate?"</strong> Ben's real life references are probably lost on Bish, but doesn't remember that at the moment. He pulled out his gun in the other hand, prepping for any unsavory encounters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 17:41:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"If the folks Before had done nothing weirder than tentacles, I think I could rest a lot more easily," Bish says dryly.&nbsp; "On the other hand, if anything had been inclined to get out, it would already have done so.&nbsp; Been fifty some odd years since the Big Oops, after all."<br><br>The narrow corridors are dusty, littered with the odd bit of debris and peeling floor tile.&nbsp; While spooky, they don't seem particularly dangerous.&nbsp; Your footsteps echo a bit, so you can find some comfort in the thought that anything else moving around in here will be easy to hear!&nbsp; And since there's nothing yet, odds are you're still okay.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hmmm.&nbsp; Gimme a roll +sharp, please.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 22:27:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Sharp Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Result: 13! That's a crit! Any presents for crits? (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85363)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 23:28:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Scavenging</div><div class="spoiler_body">No, alas, not yet.&nbsp; There are a few 12+ results that can be unlocked, but none to start.<br><br>Here's the custom move that applies with your result line underlined for emphasis:<br><br><em>When you scavenge in the ruins, roll+sharp.<br><span class="bbc_u">On a 10+, choose two and find an oddment worth 1-barter.</span> On a 7–9, choose one and find an oddment worth 1-barter:<br>• You find it quickly.<br>• You find it with relatively little trouble.<br>• You find an item that is valuable.<br>• You find an item that is hi-tech</em><br><br>So in a nutshell, your quest for scalpels is likely to be a success. :-)&nbsp; Scalpels are hi-tech, so you have one other choice.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>04-02-2016, 23:45:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Will be taking:</div><div class="spoiler_body">"You find an item that is valuable." (Your choice. GM Surprise Grab Bag)<br>"You find an item that is hi-tech" (Scalpel set of 1-2 and 1 for sharpening)<br>The oddment can be whatever, I don't know if it is supposed to be something useful to me, bu it could instead be useful to the Hardholder, should I gain an audience.</div></div><br>As Ben and Bish enter the room fully, they begin scoping through the room for various goodies, medicine and the like, to take back to the settlement. While Bish move right towards the cabinet, combing over various medicine drawers, Ben moves over to the left. He searches various drawers, mainly of untensels, gloves and swabs, of which he stores as they deem useful. If its not needed by his employer, he will keep it for himself, but they can sort through it in the safety of the base. As he sorts through, he finds a handful scalpels: one which definitively has a sharp triangular edge; another being rather dull, but would do great for keeping the other sharp. After waving them approvingly at Bish, he pockets them in a separate compartment so that it does not get mixed in with the salvage's spoils. Continuing further he moves to a lower compartment, bending down to see whats inside. He reaches in, grabbing a rather secure box of some sort, with metal twist locks. After fiddling with the locks, the box pops open, lifting slowly to reveal a rather untouched …
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-02-2016, 22:41:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Add: Barter - 1 and scalpels (3-harm intimate hi-tech)</div></div><br>You aren't quite sure what it is, but it looks like there's plenty of bits and pieces in it that could be easily scavenged by someone with the time, patience, and know-how to take it apart again, so into the bag it goes.<br><br>Bish, on the other hand, is gleefully helping herself to a couple of mostly intact sterile trays' worth of bandages and tools.<br><br>"Paydirt!"<br><br>After a few moments, she sets her bag aside and turns her attention to you.<br><br>"Guess you're my new lucky mascot, kiddo," she grins.&nbsp; "Gonna have to keep you around!&nbsp; Now all we have to do is find a way to get out of this place without getting eaten or shot by something, and we're golden."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 04:37:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Well, I aim to please. How about I grab these while you take point? I'm sure you are a better shot anyway."</strong><br><br>Grabbing the relatively full bag from Bish to lighten her load, he shuffles a few of the items into his, which had room for more. He slides hers over his shoulder while he carries his twin his hands, being careful with his new mystery device. He wonders what it is, as it isn't even identifiable in his real life.<br><br>He pokes his head out of the door, looking for anything that may have overheard them. He also looks very artfully past the 'Gene Mods' door, making sure nothing was moving around there. Hoping the coast was clear, he motions Bish to come out, <strong>"Okay, lead the way, oh map keeper supreme."</strong><br><br>That was lame… Let's try again.<br><br><strong>"Be my guiding angel and bring light forth through the darkness."</strong><br><br>Nope, not any better. Let's hope this 'mind fucking' gig pays off. With lines like that, he might need to hire a wingman. Or woman...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>13-02-2016, 19:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish rolls her eyes at your cheesy attempts to inspire and woo, but doesn't seem particularly upset by your flirtations.<br><br>"Getting out could be a bit of a problem, since we lost the rope.&nbsp; Now ideally, they still had maintenance crawlspaces and the like, so if we find the accessways they should link up.&nbsp; On the other hand, these are people who thought it would be a good idea to have a gene-modding facility in the same place as their bomb shelters.&nbsp; Locking yourself in with potential monster production facilities?&nbsp; Not the brightest idea."<br><br>She snorts softly.<br><br>"So first we look for a service access point.&nbsp; This way...and try not to stare at my ass."&nbsp; At least she adds a playful wink to that last part!<br><br>It takes a few twists and turns through the tomb-like cubicle farm before you find something!&nbsp; And the good news is, it isn't filled in or collapsed or death-trapped.&nbsp; Not at this point, anyway.&nbsp; But as the door creaks open, hinges crumbling and complaining as it goes, you hear something moving around down here!&nbsp; Heavy footfalls moving your way fast.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>14-02-2016, 00:28:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing the swift patter of feet, Ben taps Bish on the arm and waves her off, pointing at a corner of the room to take cover and to be quiet. He then slides the two bags he was carrying over to the side of the wall. He once again slips his handgun out from the back holster prepping it with his dominant left hand. He then peel out the sharper scalpel from a fold in his armor, figuring this may be a good time to test it.<br><br>He lightly waves his arms in front of his chest, motioning to the door, hoping that his partner had a weapon with her as well. This game might be using his own real life skills with fighting as well. The game didn't come with a combat tutorial.<br><br>…Did it?… Checking the HUD or Index… Where's the 'pause button?'
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>15-02-2016, 23:04:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				There's one thing definitely missing from the HUD...any sort of 'pause' button or function.&nbsp; No, wait.&nbsp; Make that two things missing.&nbsp; Where's the 'save and log out' function?<br><br>There's got to be one, right?<br><br>Right?<br><br>Uhm.&nbsp; Oops...?<br><br>The footsteps slow outside, as if whoever's in those boots has skidded to a halt and is checking things out more carefully.&nbsp; You can hear some of the debris being ground underfoot.&nbsp; Crunch.&nbsp; Crunch.&nbsp; Crunch.<br><br>"You're trespassing," a woman's voice comes from outside.&nbsp; Husky.&nbsp; Tense.&nbsp; "Come out with your hands up and we'll talk about it.&nbsp; Or you can wait for me to come in there."<br><br>Bish blinks, frowns.&nbsp; You can almost see the wheels turning in her head.&nbsp; Trespassing?&nbsp; Seriously?<br><br>"I'll give you ten seconds to think about it," the woman adds, almost as an afterthought.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>15-02-2016, 23:54:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				10…<br><br>Ben stays against the wall, contemplating a response… No saves, no pauses...<br><br>9…<br><br>He's not too include to put a weapon away without being able to see the other person…<br><br>8…<br><br>Why the hell is his heart pounding? This is as exhausting as in real life…<br><br>7….<br><br>Shit, maybe it will hurt just as much…<br><br>6…<br><br>With that in mind, looks over to his ally, looking to see how armed she was. Ben motions to Bish for one of them to hold arms up, the other to walk behind armed. If she already did not have a weapon, she should go first, otherwise Ben would rather move ahead.<br><br>5…<br><br>Better yet…<br><br>4…<br><br>Ben slowly moves hie right arm into view of the female. He waves it, saying <strong>"Ok, I'm coming out, no need to be alarmed."</strong> He then turns outwards to face the door, both hands up near his shoulders. He shakes his gun a bit, not pointing it in a direction of course, but signifying that his was armed. He then tosses it over to the right corner, it sliding to the feet of Bish, hopefully remaining hidden…<br><br><strong>"Not here for trouble, just got some mouths to feed. I'm friendly see?"</strong> Ben then smiles a bit, and extends his right hand towards the female to shake it, with his glove Truth turned on…<br>~~~<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">If Touched</div><div class="spoiler_body">In Brain Puppet Strings: 2d6a2 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85776)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 00:39:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clearing the door, you find that your interrogator is intelligent enough to be standing just far enough out of the way that you can't immediately get to her--and her pale blue eyes narrow at the sight of your open hands, held up.&nbsp; The very serviceable M16 in her hands doesn't waver a bit, though.<br><br>"What are you doing down here?"<br><br>You have a moment to study her as this is going on--youngish, maybe nineteen at the outside.&nbsp; Short cornsilk blonde hair.&nbsp; A smattering of freckles on her cheeks.&nbsp; Definitely a girl-next-door sort of cute, or would be if she didn't look so serious.&nbsp; And those are military fatigues she's wearing.&nbsp; Very clean military fatigues in excellent repair.&nbsp; Far better than they should be.<br><br>Keeping the gun trained on you, she reaches out to grab your wrist...which gives you the opportunity to close the connection!<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">In Brain Puppet Strings with Violation Glove</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can issue a command to her, and you have 3 Hold.</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 00:58:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Okay, so… Nice gun. I'd like to see more of it, preferably not the business end."</strong> Ben backs up slightly, slowly going over to two of the bags, bending to grab them in each hand. <strong>"I just need some basic meds for my settlement. Nothing more nothing less, so I'm just going to grab this and head out.</strong><br><br>He walks towards the door, intentionally getting close to the muzzle, showing that he had no intent on hurting anybody. He also realizes this is a good time to test out that glove…<br><br>His eyes glow blue, and he issues a command, but in a friendly manner. <strong>"So, my friend and I are going to grab our bags, and you are going to lead us back up to the surface. After telling me your name, of course. Then we will chat a bit, and hopefully you will join us back at home. Sound good?"</strong><br>~~~<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">Using a Hold? Is that how it works?</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 01:14:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Using Hold</div><div class="spoiler_body">For <span class="bbc_u">In-Brain Puppet Strings</span>, you use your Hold to enforce compliance.&nbsp; If the subject obeys your command, then that uses up all your Hold.&nbsp; Otherwise, you can spend Hold one for one to either give someone -1 on a roll (only works on PCs) or to cause harm. It's the Brainer's equivalent of holding a double-barreled sawed-off shotgun against someone's head and telling them to do this or else.&nbsp; Either way, they know you've done it...</div></div><br>The young blonde blinks.&nbsp; For a moment you think maybe you'll have to put the Whammy on her, but she moves the barrel to a more neutral position and blushes a little.&nbsp; She sounds a lot less confident now.<br><br>"Yeah, about that...the elevators are kind of fucked up right now, and I can't raise Corporate HQ.&nbsp; We can check the plans, I guess.&nbsp; Uhm.&nbsp; And I'm Ulrika."<br><br>You can read the nametag on her fatigues: Siggurssen comma U.<br><br>Her eyes shift as Bish moves up to support you, pressing your gun back into your hand, first lingering on Bish and then on the bags.&nbsp; Bish smiles at her, which elicits another blush from the younger woman.&nbsp; As if to cover her sudden discomfort, she blurts out a question that has probably been uppermost in her mind for a while.<br><br>"What the fuck happened?&nbsp; Where <em>is</em> everybody?&nbsp; You guys busted in here to steal medical supplies? That's just all sorts of weird.&nbsp; Like tunneling into Fort Knox instead of just, I dunno, trying to rob a normal bank."<br><br>Bish makes a soft 'a-ha' sort of noise, nods knowingly.&nbsp; "Quarantine."<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"You.&nbsp; You're a Quarantine.&nbsp; Welcome to the new age, honey.&nbsp; You're about fifty years outta date."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>16-02-2016, 01:57:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Fifty years behind, with a well stocked gun. I'm sure HQ isn't going to chime it. But be sure to try, you never know. Come, we have a lot to talk about. Any others? Any thing of yours of value? You might want to take it with you."</strong><br><br>Ben touches her forearm, hopefully planting another seed in her mind incase its needed for later.<br><br><strong>"Have you seen anything that would worry you, except maybe the two of us?"</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Brain Bug Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 2d6a2 Result: 13 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=85782)</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 17:56:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">AW Player's Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">About IBPS...Use it or lose it!&nbsp; I will let you 'keep' that roll for later, but you don't want to roll before you have an order to give.&nbsp; No fair putting the whammy on an NPC now for instructions to follow six months later!&nbsp; (wags finger)&nbsp; Also keep in mind that your target knows you're doing it, so you might want to be careful about giving people orders that they'd be inclined to do anyway.</div></div><br>The young woman looks decidedly unhappy to hear this suspicion confirmed.<br><br>"That would explain why I can't raise anyone higher in the food chain.&nbsp; Let me go grab what I can.&nbsp; Not that there's much left.&nbsp; Not much else down here, really, unless they put in another sub-floor or something...which I doubt.&nbsp; Far as I can tell nothing in the labs was active."<br><br>She retreats slowly, keeping a wary eye on you both until she can duck out of sight.&nbsp; Bish turns to you and waggles her eyebrows.<br><br>"Well, that's helpful.&nbsp; I'm stocked up, we found another mouth to feed, she's cute, and we're probably going to get out of here without being eaten by mutant naked mole rats.&nbsp; Makes for a good day, huh?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>19-02-2016, 20:21:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Noted</div><div class="spoiler_body">Well in that case, let's make sure to use it</div></div><br>Ben shifts the weight of the bags getting them as comfortable as possible. He looks up to notice that their new companion disappeared for the moment. Since he didn't really know her, and since this is SUPPOSED to be an easy mission, he chose to add a little bit of insurance. Using his newly discovered mental prowess, he sends a task to her, hoping that his words reach her, as he did not know of her location either. <strong>"Uh Ulrika, was it? I understand any potential hesitance, and the want for privacy as well. Please make sure that you gather your things though. Also, are you aware of anything that the three of us should look at or take with us as we leave? Things that may look like either junk or broken may be more useful; than you would hope to believe. A lot has changed since our time. EHEM your time."</strong> He really needs to get better about staying in character, especially since he's locked in here for a bit...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2016, 22:31:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde returns, looking a bit distraught.&nbsp; She doesn't seem to be giving you her full attention.<br><br>"I don't have much," she says after a moment.&nbsp; "What I'm carrying is about it.&nbsp; I thought I had more, but...someone cleared out my locker.&nbsp; And everyone else's.&nbsp; I didn't check earlier because..."&nbsp; Her face darkens.&nbsp; "For some reason I didn't expect that might happen."<br><br>Then she remembers to focus on you, and the little girl lost expression fades almost at once.<br><br>"Down here?&nbsp; Nothing that would be useful.&nbsp; Computers are all dead and everything important was on them.&nbsp; Someone probably yanked the drives when they pulled out and left me by myself.&nbsp; Frozen."<br><br>Bish clucks her tongue and shakes her head.<br><br>"Sorry to hear that, kiddo.&nbsp; Now, about our way out?"<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Yeah.&nbsp; This way."&nbsp; The small blonde turns and leads the way, and if Bish's eyes rest on her firm little butt most of the way there, who's to care?&nbsp; 'This way' eventually leads to an airtight door that looks like it should have been on a ship instead.&nbsp; Giving the wheel a good yank to one side and putting her full weight into the effort, Ulrika exposes a dusty, cluttered stairway that spirals up into darkness.<br><br>"Here we are.&nbsp; Assuming the way out hasn't been fucking blocked or booby-trapped or filled with zombies."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>22-02-2016, 23:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben slips around Ulrika's toned body, admiring his frame himself. While the girl was occupied with her own tasks and thoughts, he winks at Bish, nodding his head in approval. Going back to the door, he lightly kicked it, testing the resistance of the hidges and any blockage behind it. Assuming it was easy enough to move, he began moving the door out of the way. As it was opened enought to move his head and arm in, swings his handgun outside of it, searching for anything thay may hinder the group's movement. If it was safe, he would begin to help the two ladies and the bags into the hallway.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-02-2016, 23:27:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The door opens.&nbsp; The stairs stretch up into all concealing darkness.&nbsp; There is mercifully no hint of anything shambling about up above, and so you climb...and climb...and climb...eventually coming to another door, same as the first but much harder to open.&nbsp; You manage it, but it takes both you and Ulrika to do so.&nbsp; Maybe a decade worth of dust gets shoved out of the way.<br><br>Beyond, you see the gloomy remains of an ancient parking garage with the last gleam of daylight barely visible through cracks ahead and above.&nbsp; Easy enough to get out, but you've been in here long enough for night to draw close.&nbsp; It's probably not safe to go out there!<br><br>"Crap," is Bish's opinion.&nbsp; "I hate to stay here, but if we go, we'll probably run into something hungry and mean.&nbsp; How about we pull the door shut again and hole up here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 00:06:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sighing, <strong>"Okay, sounds like the best alternative." Looking at the new party member, "is there any safer spot to hole up? We want to stay close to the exit for the morning run, but closed up enough to keep us safe. I can think of ways to keep us warm, plus we seem armed enough to protect ourselves, but a room to barricade ourselves and duck will probably help conserve precious ammo. Plus, we all can take inventory of our grab as well. Im sorry that we are sorta nabbing you from your home, but we can at least give you another night to say goodbye. Or... Good riddance if its not too fond of you."</strong> Ben tried using language that didn't pressure her, while also trying to gage her emotional state without prying too hard.<br><br><strong>"Bish here has a map, so it would be great to point to where we are in this building. Expecially with the damage of time, we need you to lead us to the secure location."</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 17:29:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The blonde snorts softly.<br><br>"Good riddance, I guess.&nbsp; I never really liked working here.&nbsp; Too weird."&nbsp; She glances at Bish.&nbsp; "This is a pretty good position.&nbsp; We know there's nothing behind us, and we can secure the door.&nbsp; It just won't be comfortable or anything."<br><br>Bish smiles and nods.<br><br>"Works for me!&nbsp; Plus it'll give us a bit more time to get acquainted and all."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 17:59:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben nods as well, <strong>"Okay, start looking for things to barricade things. Broken tables, shelves, anything heavy like equipment. Whatever. Any sharp metal pieces for protection would be great too."</strong> After looking around one last time for any unsavory encounters, Ben begins yanking on the door behind them to guard their backside.<strong> "Anything on rations?"</strong> Ben also checks his HUD for all items and inventory, checking his own pockets for miscellaneous items.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 19:08:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Barricading is as simple as just closing and resealing the door.&nbsp; For food, both you and Bish have a few trail rations on you--no point in taking more for such a short run.&nbsp; Ulrika has several MRE's in her pack as well.<br><br>Once your location is secure, she slumps against the wall, legs slightly splayed out, and tries not to look directly at you.&nbsp; She jumps a little when Bish settles in beside her, and squeaks when the woman puts a friendly hand on her thigh.<br><br>"So, how'd you get down there anyway?"<br><br>"Ah...residual security.&nbsp; We always had someone in cryosleep just in case something went very badly wrong."&nbsp; The blonde bites her lip.&nbsp; "I guess that's what happened, huh?&nbsp; Was it nukes?&nbsp; The superflu?&nbsp; Zombies?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>23-02-2016, 19:50:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben puts his gun away, feeling more secure after being placed in such an unfamiliar environment, kind of like Ulrika in a sense. This may be a good moment to learn about the world before and after what ever event happened here.Aiming a comment at the Angel, <strong>"I've think that I'd hit my head a few too many times. A brief refresher of whatever set this in motion would be great. If nothing else for our friend here,"</strong> saying as he nodded in the blonde's direction.<br><br>Then, wanting to learn just how kindred the two newcomers were, he asked the quarantined gun wielder, <strong>"Security huh? For this hospital, I assume, but you seem rather… militarized to be a basic guard dog. Plus, rumor has it there's some automated security at some point as well, right? So, were you always stationed here, or were you a part of something that put you guys on rotation? Then again, I'd feel secure if I were to come to work and see such a pretty face armed to the teeth with a rifle and a smile. Hell, I feel safer right now! How did you land this kind of gig?"</strong><br><br>Taking a slightly more somber tone, <strong>"…And, I guess it would help us all out, but what's the last thing that you remember? Any events or morning routines? Friends, family? Loves and lovers?"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 18:32:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish shrugs.<br><br>"What <em>didn't</em> happen?&nbsp; All I know is that my granddaddy always grumbled about how cascade failures.&nbsp; He never really went into it, and given how his eyes looked whenever the topic came up I never really felt like pushing him.&nbsp; And what we have now is...well, you work with what you got."<br><br>Ulrika almost pouts at this not-quite-an-answer, but seems to accept it in the odd way of someone accustomed to hearing nonsensical orders from the higher-ups.<br><br>"Yeah, well, we weren't doing research on a better bandage.&nbsp; High end stuff.&nbsp; I never understood it, except that a containment breach would have been bad."&nbsp; She shrugged.&nbsp; "I landed this gig because I didn't have anybody else.&nbsp; No family to miss me.&nbsp; No...well, anyway, you get the idea.&nbsp; It was all in the contract anyway.&nbsp; Got to spend my time in cryo as dead for tax purposes.&nbsp; Probably something in there about not getting paid for it either..."<br><br>You think that last bit was meant as a wry joke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>26-02-2016, 19:51:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>"Well, let's focus less on the past, and more about the present. Bish, I haven't been around too much of the settlement since I… hit my head… Describe to us the various districts in town, the names and attitudes of the movers and shakers would be nice too. There's Alex in the UnderDown and Glasha at the bar, but we got a higher-up that keeps the machine running, right?"</strong> Feeling a little chilly, he moves over to the side with the two of them, and leans on Ulrika, taking both hands into his and rubs them all together.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>29-02-2016, 21:40:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ulrika turns to regard you, mouth opening for a question that doesn't come as you take her hands.&nbsp; Instead, she makes a small sigh and blushes, as Bish kisses her neck just under the ear...<br><br>"I'll give you the tour later," the Angel promises, her hand stroking the blonde's thigh.&nbsp; "Right now, I have something else in mind."&nbsp; Her tongue traces the edge of Ulrika's ear, and the young woman blushes even harder.<br><br>"Oh..."<br><br>"That feel okay, hon?"<br><br>"Oh, please, that...oh..."<br><br>Bish laughs, nuzzles her, smiles at you.<br><br>"Wanna watch for a bit first?&nbsp; I know you were tryin' to get me to loosen up earlier.&nbsp; And boys like to watch girls touch and stuff."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>29-02-2016, 23:22:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Hmmm, seems like a productive way of keeping busy." Ben kisses Ulrika's hand and scoots over to give the two more room. He grabbed a couple of the bags and guns and slid them over to him, letting Bish's hands wander whole his imagination did the same.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>03-03-2016, 18:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ulrika squeaks softly, hands coming up as if meaning to ward off Bish's wandering hands, but instead she finds the medic's tongue invading her mouth and those soft, strong hands on her pert breasts...and so you get to enjoy watching two pretty women making out and petting for a few minutes before the petite blonde finally manages to shoot you an imploring look that quickly gravitates to your groin.<br><br>"Oh!"<br><br>She blushes even harder, bites her lower lip, and forces herself to meet your eyes.<br><br>"I...ahhhh...put it in her?&nbsp; While she..."<br><br>Bish laughs and looks back at you as well.<br><br>"I think she wants to watch me take you doggystyle while I pet her like a naughty little kitty."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>03-03-2016, 19:49:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Moving over to the two, Ben rakes his nails over Bish's back with one hand, while fumbling for his belt buckle. As he successfully slides down his pants, shifting them to one leg, he began to reach for Bish's, rubbing the outside of her panties right above her clit. He shifts in between her legs getting himself ready to enter the Angel's grace.<br><br><strong>"Please no censor bars, please no censor bars…"</strong> <em>Let me guess, this uses my own skill too… Weeeellll, this might be short...</em> As he was inexperienced in real life, he sure hopes that a mini game menu pops up… He shouldn't do that poorly, although now he wished that he could roll for these stats too… Well, he's seen enough hentai to know what to do next… Hopefully…<br><br>Now behind Bish, he switches between groping her butt and digging in a bit with his nails. Sliding his shaft along her vagina, he shifts the covering of her panties to the side, now teasing her outer lips. She gasped and jerked a bit from the new sensations, but was definitely enjoying herself and getting wet. Hearing her husky breaths through her embrace with Ulrika, she is obviously ready.<br><br>To Ulrika, Ben winked and said, <strong>"Like what you see? Don't let her take all the fun."</strong> Ben rubs the head of his dick around the opening, slowly getting it slick. He then lines up and gives a swift thrust, putting about half of his 7-inch self in. Suprising Bish, who gasped, he then kissed her lower back, comforting her, and kind of an apology for the sudden entry. He gives slow strokes to make sure the rest of his penis gets lubed up enough, he spoke to them, <strong>"Go ahead and set the pace. I'm ready when you are."</strong><br><br><em>I like this game!</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 19:34:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish stops long enough to help work her trousers and panties down, giving you a lusty smile over one shoulder, then reaching between her thighs to rub herself and spread her lips open.<br><br>No censor bars at all!&nbsp; You can even see the glint of moisture as she pinches her own clit...and the little noises that Ulrika makes as you tease the medic enough to make her try and push back onto your shaft are the perfect touch.<br><br>"That's right, honey," Bish purrs.&nbsp; "Oh,&nbsp; yeah, that's good...mmmmm!"<br><br>Ulrika's blush just keeps growing, her eyes wide and fascinated as she watches.&nbsp; Not even the distraction of Bish's lips closing on one hard nipple pulls her attention away from what you're doing.&nbsp; Too ashamed to speak?&nbsp; Possibly.&nbsp; Instead, you catch sight of one hand slipping down her belly and into her fatigues.&nbsp; So as you slide into Bish, the medic is working the soldier's pert little boobs and nipples, and she's rubbing herself frantically.<br><br>"Fuck, he feels so good," Bish whispers, coming up to kiss the blushing blonde.&nbsp; "You wanna try him next?"<br><br>"I...I never...with a guy, I mean..."<br><br>"I'll help, I promise!"<br><br>Ulrika gives another little sigh and kissed Bish back, her free hand groping the medic's breasts before slipping down to rub her clit as well...and with a little stretch, she ends up stroking the underside of your shaft!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>04-03-2016, 21:42:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Well damn, maybe Bish is the mind reader in the bunch! She called that from a mile away!</em><br><br>As the medic focuses on the soldier, Ben focuses on Bish. As he lubed up from her wet mound, he made deeper strokes at a comfortable pace, not trying to fire up or fire off too quickly. No need to rush, hopefully. He might be doing the deed with the two of them, and he can not gas out now. He pays attention to Bish's tells, as she relatively keeps the current pace, adding a few deeper thrusts every so often. Probably because she has to focus too, she seems to have her hands and mouth full...<br><br>Ulrika returns the advance with initial reluctance, but not unwant. As the blonde reaches under the two of them, she lightly pulled on the other's nipples and clit, also ending up rubbing the balls and shaft. He begins to feel really excited, thrusting a bit harder and faster. Feeling familiar sensations growing within his groin, he slides his length almost entirely out of Bish, only keeping in the head, rubbing her front walls with the tip. While teasing, he goes back to groping and kneading her, sending jolts down her spine.<br><br>As he regains some stamina, hopefully without giving any tells, he motions over to Ulrika, <strong>"Well, you can at least come over here and take a look. Perhaps a different perspective will change your mind, or at least inspire you."</strong> He removes his dick from the Angel, wagging it a bit in front of the blonde, more teasing than seductively, glistening from her playmate's juices sliding down him. <strong>"Or maybe you want to taste her as an appetizer a bit off of me before diving into her main course."</strong> <em>PLEASE don't shoot me down for such a lame line! Where's the 'heart meters' from those visual novels?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 20:43:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish's tells are delightfully easy to pick up, and she's both responsive and noisily enthusiastic!&nbsp; And the blonde, once she relaxes a bit, seems to grow more aggressive.&nbsp; By the time you offer to let her join in, she retains only a little bit of shyness, blushing as she takes you into her mouth and sucks.&nbsp; A moment later, her hum of pleasure and arousal tests your control!<br><br>Bish has now turned around and is rubbing herself with one hand, fondling Ulrika's butt with the other, and grins up at you.<br><br>"Mmm!&nbsp; I'm thinking baby sis here likes the taste of woman.&nbsp; Sound about right?"<br><br>Ulrika blushes harder, lets you go.<br><br>"N-no, I never...uhm, ever.&nbsp; There was never any time and nobody ever asked..."&nbsp; She gets no further before Bish gives her a deep, thorough tongue-kiss in front of you!&nbsp; Then, coming up for air, the medic turns her head just enough share in the blowjob.<br><br>"Oh, fuck, that's so hot..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 21:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As Ulrika suckles on his rigid cock, Ben subconsciously bucks his hips rather hard, thrusting deeper into her mouth, hopefully not to offend her. After several thrust he realizes his body's movements, and attempted somewhat successfully to calm down, grabbing the back of the soldier's head, massaging and scratching it to relieve some of the tension. Bish joined in on the oral encounter, and feeling the two sets of lips and tongues trace Ben's hard member, the pleasure becomes increasingly intense. Ben twitches a bit, somewhat paralyzed by the pleasure. He has got to figure out a way not to bust all over the two ladies, wanting to enjoy this for as long as possible.<br><br>Ben then gets an idea, <strong>"Never tasted a lady huh? Well theres a first time for everything…"</strong> He slowly slides his cock away from the hungry mouths of the two beauties, admittedly with reluctance. He rolls Bish onto her back and yanks Ulrika's thigh towards him, not moving her far, but indicating for her to move her bottom towards him. He then pushes the blonde's head towards the medic's hips with a bit of force. Nervous and unbalanced, she fell forwards from her knees to her elbows, her head landing into Bish's tight belly. Bish pets Ulrika to calm her, with the other hand wandering towards the other's breast. She peers from around the anxious young lady to try to gage aha Ben had in mind.<br><br>Smirking, the brain moves from his kneeled position to slip underneath Ulrika, feeling her body along the way. While shifting around, he speaks to the duo, <strong>"I'm a guy who likes party games. So here's one of my favorites: Telephone. I'm going to pass along a message that I want you to give to her, and she gets to recite it back to us. Since you were a soldier, let's see just how good you are at giving AND receiving… Orders..."</strong> Pressing his tongue into the blushing young girl, he gives her inner walls a few strong flicks, coaxing her with his mouth and hands to sit on his face. As he plunges in, the quarantined miss gave out an exasperated moan, leaning forward, coincidentally planting her face directly in between Bish's legs.<br><br>Here's hoping that they play along.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>06-03-2016, 21:16:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">You keep moving the NPCs for me... :P&nbsp; Cue the 'you're doing my job again' bit from Emperor's New Groove.&nbsp; &nbsp;;D ;)</div></div><br>At the worst possible moment for such an interruption, the world goes very strange.&nbsp; It feels like a glitch in the universe, so to speak.&nbsp; Everything seems to take a jump to the left and when you can see straight again, you're somewhere else.&nbsp; Bish is talking as if the first half of the conversation has gone normally, which only heightens the feeling of disorientation.<br><br>Oh, and the little blinking message in your HUD to the effect of 'primary server error!&nbsp; connection lost' doesn't help one damn bit.<br><br>So...a quick glance around fills you in on the specifics.&nbsp; You're now on the edge of a wooded area that seems one half post-volcanic eruption burnt-out forest and one half kudzu-entangled suburb.&nbsp; Both you and Bish are hunkered down behind a long, low barrier that was once probably a log before the kudzu assimilated it.&nbsp; Oh, and your biracial MILF-tastic medic looks a bit worse for wear to boot.&nbsp; A couple of bruises, a nasty shiner, and a bandaged left arm cover the most obvious problem.<br><br>"Could be worse," she says, gazing out into the ugly smoking flatland beyond the greenery.&nbsp; "Those could be Dremmer's droogies instead of Sand's.&nbsp; Sand's nuts, but she won't hurt 'Rika.&nbsp; Tie her up and play, maybe.&nbsp; Flog her to orgasm, possibly.&nbsp; Dremmer'd have her gangbanged to near death and stake her cute little butt out for the ferals."<br><br>She gives you a determined look.<br><br>"Only problem is, between us, you're the one with the field skills.&nbsp; I'm just a simple country doctor doing what she can.&nbsp; So I'm going to follow your lead."<br><br>That doesn't sound good.<br><br>At least Bish has found a spot that gives you a fairly good look at the ancient car laager formed around the campfires that you're watching.&nbsp; Looks like a couple of pickup trucks, an RV that's been repurposed into something Mad Max-y, and a few motorcycles.&nbsp; Oh, and a&nbsp; tow truck that's got a huge still on a trailer behind it.&nbsp; So they're running on alcohol instead of gas.&nbsp; Clever.&nbsp; There are a couple of guards, but they don't seem too alert.&nbsp; If you had to guess, you'd say they were stoned.<br><br>The RV is probably where this 'Sand' person is, and that means that Ulrika is quite probably in there as well.&nbsp; <br><br><em>What do you do?</em><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>18-03-2016, 09:59:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The world glitched out, leaving Ben in physically in the same position from a more intimate setting. Noticing that the fun ended, rather abruptly, he makes the mental note to complain to the devs: if you aren't gonna give up the goods, do it in a cutscene, not a bait-&amp;-switch. He has to deal with that shit enough from Sears IRL... Story of his life, now in digital form, quickly transitioning from eating 'tacos' to eating 'sand-wiches.' He makes a note to himself check the HUD for any cutscenes or replay function, to see if something was stored for in a spankbank of sorts. Until then, back to action...<br><br><strong>"Okay, I don't have a good plan, but I have wonderful pieces of decent plans… Not in any particular order, Part A: Rescuing Ulrika. I'm assuming Sand got her up in the RV, but that could be wrong. That's also where most of the goons would be anyway, but let's not punch the hornet's nest if our honey's not inside, right? Then, on Part B: We have to get past those two stoners at the pass. Doesn't seem too difficult, but I don't wanna shoot until it's cowboy time. We could sneak over and stab one, while subduing the other for info,"</strong> He said, while reaching in a pocket and flashing his shiv-like scalpel.<br><br><strong>"And THAT's assuming that only two are on guard. Part 3: There's an opportunity in that tankard behind the truck. Alcohol based. Alcohol goes up in flame like, well, gasoline. Because Ethanol. You know, science... Anyway, do we be ambitious and try to take it with us OR do we blow it to bits, crippling them in many ways for many days? And if we pop the lid on it, do we light it up before the escape as a distraction, of after to fuck them over? <br><br>"Leading to Part D, my favorite so far, the escape. We gotta get out this hellhole somehow... Many bikes to jack, but is that the best option? The RV is probably armored as well inside as is out, but it's proably a gold mine, and we wouldn't have to worry about getting us OUT of it. Or do we just ride it out in the 'drunk-tank?' And do we want to pop the tires or gears of the vehicles that we aren't taking on the way in? Will make the getaway easier, but that's hella effort..."<br><br>"That being said, this is dependent on a couple of your skills. How armed are you, and are you good with it? How's your driving, particularly your vehicular manslaughter? And are you afraid to show them some leg?"</strong><br><br>Then an additional idea popped into his head, Ben's face lighting up,<strong> "…I just though of a great way to ditch the guards. Have one guard kiss the other! Surely, there altered state can get me into their heads. One puts the moves on the other, and get punched for it. If they don't try to slug it out afterwards, then they are uhhh gay. But then, they'd furthermore be distracted. Fanservice for the fair maiden, I hope. It won't get us any more info, but it sure a shit will be intertwining one way or the other! Do you know how far this Brain Relay can reach?"<br><br>"And catch me up on our rivals later. Sandy Cheeks doesn't sound like a happy guy…"</strong>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>21-03-2016, 21:14:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish shakes her head and smiles grimly.<br><br>"For all that you need a gunlugger and a driver, at the very least, if not also a battlebabe. Unfortunately, you've got me.&nbsp; I could give you some cover, if I had something more'n this."<br><br>She pats the 9-mil auto pistol still holstered at her waist.<br><br>"I'm a medic, not a markswoman.&nbsp; For the rest, I can drive a little, but nothing fancy.&nbsp; Going real fast in a straight line's about my limit with anything that unstable.&nbsp; So my suggestion, studmuffin, is that you take the sneaky way in and I'll cover you as best I can.&nbsp; Lighting off their fuel would be a fair diversion, yeah."<br><br>She eyes you carefully.<br><br>"Sand.&nbsp; Not Sandy.&nbsp; Not Sandy Cheeks.&nbsp; She's a skinner who ended up making good and getting some dumbass 'holder to make her his main enforcer.&nbsp; Then she bumped him off and took over.&nbsp; And now she's got our 'Rika.&nbsp; Probably making that poor innocent girl walk a knotted tightrope right now, or whipping her itty bitty boobs, or fisting her..."<br><br>She clears her throat.<br><br>"I mean, yeah.&nbsp; Let's get her out of there."<br><br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>31-03-2016, 02:19:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben confirmed a plan, while looking around for the least suspicious way down, "Okay, then. I'm holding you to that 'driving straight' if you don't mind me blasting around your head. I may need your gun on the run too. I'm going to do my best to ninja it in and out, but I'll need you to blast the barrel when you uhhh, 'hear' that it's a good time. If you feel up to it, scout a truck for us as well, hopefully not one too close to the tanker. Wish me luck, I'm going in..."<br><br>Making sure both his gun and his glove is working as he needs, he nervously rounds the outer trucks, slyly manuvuering around the backside to avoid getting caught.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Cool check? Do I need one?</div><div class="spoiler_body"> 2d6+1 Cool; Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87133)</div></div><br>As he nears the two guards, he activates his Brain Relay, sliding it forward so that hopefully only one of them can see it. While having them make out would probably yield great results, violence will clear the area out sooner. He the goes for broke: "KILL"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Puppet Strings</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2016-03-30 19:12:38, tyr4n02r (uid: 58271) rolls: 2d6+2 Wierd; Result: 4 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87132)Hmmm not good…</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 20:33:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Resolution</div><div class="spoiler_body">Friendly reminder==one move per post is recommended, because moves can snowball!<br>In this case, you are indeed acting under fire, and the fire is the threat that the guards will detect you and take action.&nbsp; 2d6+cool.<br>On a 7–9, you flinch, hesitate, or stall: the MC can offer you a worse outcome, a hard bargain, or an ugly choice.<br>So here's what happens with that first roll, and we'll come back to that miss in a moment.</div></div><br>About halfway around the truck, sneaky as can be, you find your path blocked by an unexpected complication in the form of a large, possibly feral canine snoozing in the shade.&nbsp; It doesn't wake up, but one ear twitches and you can see nostrils flare as it stirs!&nbsp; You can probably keep going, but dealing with it might make enough noise to alert the guard!&nbsp; And if you don't, it'll be right behind you when you're in position.&nbsp; Not like you have a lot of time to recalculate, because a muffled scream sounds from the target, and it sounds like your little blonde friend.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 20:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Great, a fuckin' dog…thing… Dogs love me, they think I'm delicious…<br></em><br>Ben, slides his scalpel into his non-dominant right hand, with Consequence in his left. While he'd much rather toss the dog a bone to get him as an ally, it may be best to pass this one up. He peers left and right, then continues slowly past the canine, watching carefully for sticks and trash, anything that will rustle and stir any guards, human or not.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Dammit, "Lead Boots" over here is trying to stealth...</div><div class="spoiler_body">2d6+1; Result: 8 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87208)<br><br>Full Result: tyr4n02r rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br>Comment: Stealth past Fido...<br>Result: 5, 2, <br>Total: 8</div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 21:09:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Resolution</div><div class="spoiler_body">Acting Under Fire again...same results as before!&nbsp; Well, at least you're past the big doggie...</div></div><br>You get past the hulking brute of a dog.&nbsp; Lucky for you, it seems to be a sound sleeper.&nbsp; But just as you finally get all the way past it, one of the dopey guards rounds the truck, rifle in hand, and gawps at you as if he's not entirely sure what he sees!&nbsp; The only good part about this is that the rifle isn't up and pointed at you just yet.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 21:54:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben rushes forward, trying to cover the guard's mouth and block his gun arm downward. He tries to slip behind him to restrain him, hopefully dodging some elbows or gunfire.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Action</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Go Aggro" or "Seize by Force?" Not sure which it would qualify as, but it's the same roll none-the-less. &nbsp;rolls: 2d6+1; Result: 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87212)<br><br>Full Result: tyr4n02r rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br>Comment: Going Hard on the Guard<br>Result: 6, 2, <br>Total: 9</div></div><br>"Shhh, We can be friends. Just stay quiet."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 22:26:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He goes down quickly enough, but he kicks a little and drops the rifle, which hits the ground with a clatter loud enough to alert the other guards that something's going on.<br><br>You hear footsteps coming this way and another doped out, sleepy voice asks...<br><br>"Hey, Chomp!&nbsp; What's up, man?"<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 22:31:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ben grabs the rifle, slinging it over his arm, then tries to slide 'Chomp' out of the line of vision. He then looks for a rock or something to throw in another direction to misguide the other guard, hopefully allowing an opportunity to get close enough to use 'Truth' on him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Under Fire</div><div class="spoiler_body"> rolls: 2d6+1; Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=87572)<br><br>Full Result: tyr4n02r rolled: 2d6, adding 1 to the total<br>Comment: Roll+cool<br>Result: 2, 4, <br>Total: 7<br></div></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>02-04-2016, 22:37:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Resolution</div><div class="spoiler_body">Okay, with that roll you hesitate or stall, so...</div></div><br>You get Chomp about halfway under cover before the other guard comes around the end of the truck.&nbsp; He freezes in his tracks, gawps at you, and seems to be trying to decide what to do with the rifle in his hands.<br><br>"Dude!&nbsp; Uncool!"<br><br>Wherever Sand got these mooks, they're not worth a hell of a lot as guards!&nbsp; So you take advantage and reach out, managing to tag his wrist.&nbsp; With the violation glove, that's more than good enough!&nbsp; And you sink past his defenses like they aren't even there...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Resolution</div><div class="spoiler_body">And this is where that IBPS roll of 4 gets used!&nbsp; Heh heh heh.</div></div><br>...because they aren't!&nbsp; Whatever Sand has done to her minions, it's weird!&nbsp; Weirder than weird.&nbsp; And that's saying something, since you keep the Maelstrom as your guide and helpmeet.&nbsp; Worse, it's kind of sticky.&nbsp; That's the only way to explain it...sticky.&nbsp; Like you can't shake it.&nbsp; Or get loose.&nbsp; And you feel like you're falling...<br><br>You land on the ground with a thump that almost knocks the wind out of you.&nbsp; Your eyes clear, and you find yourself staring into the sightless eyes of the guard you were just trying to whammy.&nbsp; Bish's voice, husky and tense, hisses in your ear.<br><br>Well, that'd explain the weight.<br><br>"You okay?&nbsp; You kinda went still and then they started shooting everywhere!&nbsp; I think Sand knows we're here now...let's get Rika and book it."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>tyr4n02r</strong> on <strong>12-04-2016, 18:43:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Rubbing his eyes, getting sand out of them, "did someone get the number of that truck?… How long was I out? And who hit me in the head?"<br><br>Ben, begins to pick himself up, looking to make sure that his equipment was still on him. He also checks to see if he is still in possession of that rifle from Chomps the Chump.<br><br>Offering it to Bish, "Here, want a rifle?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Storm's Edge (MP / tyr4n02r ) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MadPanda</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 16:23:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bish gives you a tight smile, her eyes giving you a quick visual examination.&nbsp; Apparently you pass because she doesn't reach for her little black bag.<br><br>"Yeah, I guess.&nbsp; We should have gotten a gunlugger if we were gonna start a firefight," she teases, taking the rifle from you and slinging it over one shoulder.<br><br>As far as you can tell, you're all here.&nbsp; So is your stuff.&nbsp; Whatever whammy the Maelstrom put on you, it hasn't done anything that you can tell.<br><br>The way is clear to Sand's trailer--you find the bodies of a few more guards lying here and there, some of them in pools of blood, one just twitching a bit.&nbsp; It looks like they were closing in on your position when Shit Happened.&nbsp; Why it didn't get Bish as well is anyone's guess.&nbsp; But why question a little good fortune?&nbsp; Eerily enough, the only sounds you can hear now are Rika's soft sobs from within the trailer, your heart pounding in your ears, Bish, and the wind.&nbsp; It's way too quiet.<br><br>The trailer door is before you.<br><br><em>What do you do?</em>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>