Fanservice

The thing is, people turn up with new characters. Who have absolutely no inquisitive nature about them or anything interesting to say. I don't mind meeting new people, but they have to actually make me want to talk to them. Turning up as 'Strong Silent Type Man' isn't very endearing.

Now in PD, this isn't a problem since 99% of the time the person you're talking too is going to go on a big rant about themselves after getting you a drink and you are in fact just a pair of ears. But at GG usually people are already talking about something and unless people make an effort to get involved with the conversation or actually bring something interesting to talk about you won't get much of an in.

I never have a problem introducing new characters any more and it's not like I'm better known that most people there. I just bring a story even if it's just about how hard it is to clean ectoplasm out of spandex, relate it and then bug people about thier lives/city/factions/powers. It seems to work pretty well.

Picking herself and dusting herself off, Emily give a frustrated hiss as the tracer she'd planted on the brute when out of service on her HUD. Flicking her left thumb to key in the motion sequence to teleport her gun away she returns to the rest of the detectives.

"He hits like a truck. I'm wondering if he's mutant or something enhanced through artificial means, we've got plenty of samples to get to the labs at least and find out."

Clicking her tongue in frustration she adds "And a Shapeshifter to deal with. Don't trust anyone you haven't tested first. He can look like someone, but he doesn't have their memories, or... at least I hope not."

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It's only in the last couple of years where it's become a lap sitting borefest with nothing of any substance happening.

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I'm sure this is entirely our fault. I mean its not like you turn up, refuse to really engage with anyone you don't know well and then leave without a goodbye. Or that your hero is a fashion designer with a dislike for actually helping people she hasn't known for years, who trashed several attempts on my part to actually get her involved in a plot when Rhiannon was about since it was beneath her notice as it didn't directly affect the character. Now this may well have been IC, but you can't then act surprised that any plots that do happen for in-mish RP or investigation or the like don't include you. You flat out ignored Horizon's requests for help too before.

I'm in a few small plots at GG and ran some small ones. I've literally stood next to the people complaining here yelling for help and they've ignored it. Sure it was nothing epic and grand scaling, but really my characters aren't geared towards that anyway. They turn up with a story every other night and will happily let something come from it. Done quite a few nice IC things since I've been there some of which led onto bigger things, some didn't due to the aforementioned lack of interest. I was enjoying doing IC mishes, but sadly exams have put that on stall for a month or two, it'll be back! The people complaining about it becoming generic seem to think it is in fact our duty to entertain them with more epic and exciting RP every single time they pass by the statue otherwise it's not worth the 'effort' of turning up. Well sorry, but if you find it going through a boring spell, start something. I'm not your monkey! Especially if you don't even pay attention when I finally do try to dance for you!

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If it's so easy to do .. why hasn't it already happened?


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Am I missing the bit where this came out quickly? Because they've essentially been making a very big (And nifty) development tool and giving it to us as content.

Which is both sneaky and awesome at the same time.

My favourite bit about MA? Great way to level a character. No more boring old mission arcs and enemies for me.

It's been out like two days. Give it time for people to chill the hell out over it and it'll improve. Currently everyone and their dog is making things and since it's so new, most of it is just to see what the system can do.

Emily jumps away from the blow, grabbing out with her free hand to hook round his arm. The powerful swing catches her in the stomach and she grits through blow even as it gets past her padded armour. Barely hanging on she uses the momentum of the blow to swing her around and up onto his back, grabbing at his hair with the gauntleted hand and pressing her impact rifle to his shoulder, squeezing the trigger as her visor filters out the maelstrom that Gnash has just whipped up.

"You asked for it!"

Appearing with a crack, beside the Detective and Officer Emilies left gauntlet glows a faint red and she prepares a punch for the advancing man if he could skip the shield, training her rifle on the rest as her targeting software quickly picks out non lethal shot locations, high powered piercing rounds loading automatically. All the better to avoid shrapnel being lodged in the body.

God dammit. It's a teleporter as well. Shadow Medium needed though it seems.

Emily ported back down to the bottom as the rest caught up with a crackle and whiff of Ozone. The low light visor let her see the gory remains and she quickly bagged and tagged a sample for herself, slipping it into a concealed pocket. She used the visor's camera to snap pictures of the scene and a close up of the bloody hands fingerprints.

With a staccato of pressurized cartridges discharging, sending steel tipped tranquillizer rounds thudding into the chest of the creature followed by several sticky beacon rounds, their purpose to track its movement on her overlay. Emily quickly pulled up an emergency slide back up the stairway. The Teleport took a second to kick in and she took the punch half to the gut, doubling over as she reformed three floors up, wheezing in pain.

Willing herself to move over to the rail, she grips it with both hands and looks down gasping. Had that even slown the thing down?

Following the blood trail down the stairs it gets brighter and thicker the further it goes. Dragged, still alive so heart will pump blood faster and spill more due to aggravated wounds. Must have been silenced somehow. As The trail comes to an end at a basement door and Emily gently pushes it open, gun held in one arm as she covers the gap for any attackers.

The inside was a gory scene, blood slicked over every surface up the walls and spread all over the cleaning equipment. Great pools of it were still present on the floor and Emily's visor's air filter snapped over her mouth and nose before she could even cough from the smell. The Analysis came up free of harmful pathogens, but she still didn't want to breathe it in and sent the thought to override the control reflexively. Emily had been a fusion of woman and machine for a while now and things like that came to her almost reflexively even if half her current tech was 'borrowed' or made up by people with a rather loose grasp on reality. A second thought and a tiny crackle of sound from her gun signalled the activating of the teleporters to refit her normal clip of bullets with tranquillizers, she couldn't afford to contaminate the scene with anything heavier.

The motion detectors picked up movement in the shadows at the back, it was hiding or she'd be able to see it. Guarding the door she scanned the hotel for frequencies, homing in on Hicks radio and turned on the sub vocalisation software.

"Lieutenant, I've got a situation in the Hotel Basement that needs to be dealt with immediately. The Perpetrator is potentially present. Quickly now." came the call, calm and efficient with its words.

Glancing around the room, Emily tries to avoid touching anything letting the others go over the place. She was wearing gloves, but in a world where psychic resonance can be used to find people what did that even matter?

Brutal and vicious killing, nothing stolen. Previous occupant absent. Bought her and killed her most likely. Who's the fresh blood belong too?

Pulling down her combat visor she flicked through to a setting that had organic material turn up as a light blue haze on a deep blue background. The room was coated with it and as she turned to the hallway there was a fair trail there. It seemed to drag over to the fire exit, so Emily followed. The material scan didn't pick up an alarm and so she pushed into the dark, the low light vision coming on to help aid her following the trail.

She could have teleported right to the bottom, but she might miss some clues, so she followed the staircase keeping an eye out and her smaller anti-personnel rifle unholstered. Whoever did this might still be here after all.

There is the crackle and a whiff of ozone and as the elevator doors roll shut Emily One jabs her hand between the doors, getting in with them dressed in her brown trench coat and matching large duster hat.

"Forgive my lateness, I had to return for appropriate weather clothes or the files would have gotten wet. I will be one of those six."

She doesn't even appear to be all that wet as she squeezes in with them into the lift, moving to the side.

"Carry on Lieutenant," she says silently regretting not being on time. It was unprofessional, but unavoidable as she'd needed to brief Beth on the days routine in her absence and it had taken longer than expected.

Emily One is a bit of a conspiracy nut (Although in CoH most of the conspiracy's are true!) who usually handles missing person's cases, corporate crime and all the other types of cerebral missions that the mostly 'I like to hit people' hero community ignore.

She works loosely with the police and army, being in good standing with both as a person who gets things done.

Fans4Eva to M.Devilla@BBBnewsdesk.com

Subject: Check your facts!

Everyone knows Fanservice Girl is currently back in Japan on family matters! Her powers protect her from disease too duh, so there's no way she can have an eating disorder. She's even fairly well known to cook a lot, she always talked about how Iron Chef was her favourite show over here.

She wasn't even that skinny!

Signed

A Loyal Fan (Of Fanservice)

I <3 Baron Eternity. When he comes to powers I'd be glad to say I had voted for him!

Not that my vote mattered, because he was clearly well set up that the actual pens to paper made no difference but it's the thought that counts.

If you want to do this, go do some Oroboros missions with 'No Travel Powers' on.

You'll quickly learn to hate those bloody Orangbega portal maps all over again.

Let's keep the Generic Fantasy setting rubbish out of this MMO please. It's been done, redone, done again, done some more and DONE.

Now a Space Research Station or a Moonbase with a giant cybernetic dinosaur? Hell yes.

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grammer

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K, you can add spelling to that list too then.

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Get Firefox. Install this.

That way you can pretend you can spell, like me!

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"So long, suckers! Have a nice afterlife!" he barked before tumbling out of the door, his coughing and spluttering accompanied by a sudden thud. And a quiet agonised groan.



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Leaning over the recumbent ShoXtar, Fortunata Winters sighs before waving a hand at one of the Bane Spiders with her who'd so kindly knocked him out with the butt of a rifle.

"I did say I wanted some conscious for questioning, picking apart an inebriated mind is frustrating enough when they're awake. Go find a ditch to throw him in, we don't need to babysit here."

Winters had managed to round up eight Bane Spiders in total and while the Dusk Spiders weren't exactly tasked with keeping the peace, she knew she'd end up catching stick if she hadn't tried to at least calm things down before the whole block went up in flames. Her visions promised violence to come and this was hardly a surprise, taking a large step to the left a chair comes crashing through a window sailing past where she was standing just moments ago.

"Bag and tag anyone dumb enough to come out fighting. Launch them"

Two of the Bane Spiders crouched, the modified crowd control robotic armatures from their backs pointing towards windows and with the sound of compressed air discharging CS gas canisters are sent sailing through broken windows.

Winter pushes up her helmet to block out the fumes and steels herself for the upcoming onslaught.

It's what he's building in Grandville. Do the Statesman Task Force some time to find out more.

It's pretty dangerous >.>

Could have a plot patch! Stupid Mission Architect, rah rah rah!

Could be one of the hundreds of loose plot threads floating about.

Personally I'm a bit miffed we might now find out what the coming storm is until later this year!

I've not seen that! Hmm, Wyvern are certainly dodgy while the Legacy Chain are again Light Boys. I guess even Longbow need a group they can ask to take care of problems where the 'Right' way simply won't work.

It's a bad comparison though. Iraq was an incredibly dodgy war, this one really isn't. They're not hiding their intentions and they have NO below board activities going on in the Isles. Unlike Wyvern, who'd be a better candidate for this kind of label, but they don't even like or work with them.