enigma
Tenacious Typer
It's OK to be not OK... And it's perfect to be not perfect.
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Post by enigma on Jun 17, 2010 21:20:04 GMT
one question to all: May I wait outside?
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Post by Someguy on Jun 17, 2010 22:32:12 GMT
If you must.
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Post by Fire Bear on Jun 18, 2010 12:53:49 GMT
It'd probably be for the best. However, I wonder... Could you perhaps go and get some of the world-famous Wake Up Juice from the tavern next door. If my treatment doesn't wake Starlong up? And I roll: ... I swear this dice hates me! I got a 4...
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Starlong
The Master
I have a theory. Let's conspire about it...
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Post by Starlong on Jun 18, 2010 13:09:01 GMT
8! >.<
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Starlong
The Master
I have a theory. Let's conspire about it...
Posts: 938
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Post by Starlong on Jun 18, 2010 13:10:26 GMT
However, can I get a circumstance bonus seeing as my charactor would, on a subconcious level, REALLY want to be awake in the current setting (but not for the reasons you'd all think)
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Post by Fire Bear on Jun 18, 2010 13:20:53 GMT
What? You can't wait for the Wake-Up Juice?
And can people please start spelling "character" correctly?! Or I'll send people off to fight the very rare, laser dragons from which there will probably be no return, given the current dice rolling situation...
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Post by McBain on Jun 18, 2010 13:51:25 GMT
Bex, Stewart is in command of this world. Surely you can believe justice will be served in copious amounts of violence?
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Post by Someguy on Jun 19, 2010 10:52:56 GMT
Says Pete, knowing full well what he is about to do to Tom. ***
You are gathered outside the brothel, where Fire Bear's contact is to be found. Bizarre noises are issuing from the upper floors and there is much whooping and shrieking therein. However the bouncer is refusing your group entry on the grounds of Starlong's horizontal disposition. You try to wake him up but fail; you also try the time-honoured trick of pretending he's awake, propping him up and moving his arms around while putting on a voice. The bouncer is unimpressed.
Then Fire Bear has an idea. She goes into the tavern next door and comes back with a suspiciously smoky steel cup of-
"Wake-Up juice," she explains. "I'm sure it won't hurt him," she adds, watching the liquid inside change from red to blue to green to a colour not on the spectrum and then back to red again. Enigma pinches Starlong's nose and holds the man's head back, taking care to hold Starlong's hat. The noises coming from the brothel are increasing in intensity. Fire Bear pours the drink down Starlong's throat, who, after fits and starts, finally wakes up. There is, disappointingly, no running around billowing smoke followed by throwing oneself into a water trough or similar. He is far too concussed for that.
Starlong checks himself. His first priority being 'is my hat still on my head' It is, and he relaxes. Then swears as a colossal head-ache thunders through his synapses. He remains prostrate along the ground, eyes shut.
"Are you...awake?" Fire Bear asks tentatively.
Yes, Tom. Are you awake now? Are you?
Starlong opened his eyes and nodded. On the whole, he reflects, he is actually quite lucky.
Good.
Up above, the bizarre noises have reached their climax. Heralded by a tremendous roar from a goat, a window on the upper floor suddenly explodes as a man naked of everything save a tri-corner hat suddenly bursts through in a shower of glass, goat-hair, and cumin seeds. He then plummets down, down, down onto the street below. The last thing the newly conscious Starlong sees is the shape of a 'Lucky' tattoo, situated in a sensitively rectal area, racing down to meet him. [Starlong is concussed. He and Fire Bear must roll to wake him up again. Starlong must roll for a hat-check as well; whether he wants to wear his hat again after this scenario is entirely up to him.]
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Post by McBain on Jun 19, 2010 12:08:35 GMT
Picks himself up off of soft landing
"Sorry about dropping in like that. How was I supposed to know she had a husband?"
Looks at unconscious stranger
"Are you... are you OK mate?"
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Starlong
The Master
I have a theory. Let's conspire about it...
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Post by Starlong on Jun 19, 2010 12:32:56 GMT
Roll for waking up: 20 Roll for keeping hat: 14
I hit the ground again but my brain, obviously tired of having the body being deadweight, forces me to wake up. I quickly roll several feet away and leap to my feet, looking frantically for any other falling things, people, or shards of glass. I then check my hat, and aside for a bit of moistness it seems fine (I make a mental note to clean it sometime soon). I straighten it out and address the nude individual.
"Ok? OK? Well, I think so..."
I check my head for where the giant headacke causing lump is coming from.
"What the hell has happened to my eyebrows? And where are we? Is that... is that... Madamme Maureen's Munching Mansion??" I say in a stammer, gesturing towards the well known brothel...
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Post by McBain on Jun 19, 2010 14:28:08 GMT
"I'm afraid I have no idea what happened to your eyebrows. You are indeed outside Madamme Maureen's. I wouldn't suggest going in right now though, there has been... a fracas. Now, to whom do I owe the pleasure of not having broken buttocks?"
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Post by Fire Bear on Jun 19, 2010 15:26:50 GMT
Oh, God...
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Post by McBain on Jun 19, 2010 15:59:03 GMT
"Maybe I am, but you can call me Pete. Pete Skulduggery. And you are?"
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Post by Someguy on Jun 19, 2010 16:29:01 GMT
Pete Skulduggery, airship privateer and roguish adventuring fellow, introduces himself to you all:
Pete Skulduggery Job: Roguish Adventuring Fellow HP: 16 Atk: 3
Equip: None
Items -) Lucky Tri-point hat
Perks: -) Politician (he'd have to be after that performance) -) Freelancer (+1 to all event dice-rolls) ***
Introductions, however, are interrupted when another semi-naked man barrels through the front door of the brothel. He has a pitchfork in his hands, and a certain expression of the face reserved only for the Murderously Insane. He looks around wildly, sees Pete Skulduggery, and charges wildly toward him!
*Battles Seminar* Okay. Here's how this works. You roll a dice, I roll a dice. Whoever gets the higher roll gets the attack for that turn. Simple. Dmg is equal to attack power. Using most items doesn't require a dice roll. You can execute a special ability at any time, unless there's a limit to it.
Alright. First battle is Pete's alone, as a kind of tutorial: ***
The Enraged Husband attacks Pete! [FIGHT] [Party: Pete Skulduggery]
Enraged Husband HP: 9 Atk: 3
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Post by McBain on Jun 19, 2010 16:49:37 GMT
Pete rolls a 20. Maybe I should teach Bex how it's done.
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