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OK I'll play that game.
Baroness Samedi makes no distinction between humans and animals as far as 'experimenting' is concerned... not to mention, she's engaged in some questionable behavior with a couple of anthros (specifically a carnivore minotauress) so the line for her is rather blurred. If it demonstrates sentient behavior, then it's fair game to play with/torture/etc. If it doesn't, she simply kills it. -
How long does the OP have to bounce this thread before it's no longer a troll thread?
besides which, there's nothing in it regarding cyborgs, and it's not a game. NEXT. -
Tattoo Artist: And what design have you chosen, milord?
Recluse: I'm really partial to this heart one, with the ribbon across it. Do you think putting "Mako" on the ribbon is bad luck? -
Just the kind of mushy romantic morning-after story I like.
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And every time I create a new character... I gotta come back here.
Lucretia de Loccia (robot/trap MM)
Two choices:
Girl U Want by Devo
(sorry, can't recall lyrics accurately... but Devo is Devo.)
Sister by Icehouse
"Behind the scanners and tapes, she's programmed for perfection,
But sometimes simple mistakes get by without detection,
Her figures need correction..." -
Primal Roar (SuperStr/Energy Brute - Triumph) -- "Future Primitive" by Haslinger
The song evokes the same sense of pent-up rage and frustration as I get from Primal - she's mute, savage, and yet... has serious depths to her emotions. Plus it ebbs and flows much like the Fury meter... sometimes it's mellow and brooding, sometimes it's intense.
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Betty Highside (gravity/energy Dominator - Virtue) - "Good Grief" by Urban Dance Squad
She's a smash-and-grab type of thief... reckless, speed junkie, parties WAY too hard... extreme sports meets street thuggery.
Oh, and a 'jump ball' song for any stalkers out there, especially the ones that like to PvP...
"Watch your Back" by Benny Cassette
Can you see me? Can you feel me? I'm right heeeere... hehe... WATCH YOUR BACK!
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"Billy, I am SO gonna kick your a**!!"
"What? I didn't know Emil was gonna pull a double-cross on ya. Shoot, they tried to whack me at the bar I hang out at, hadda duck out the back!"
"Yeah well.. you got me in with those goons, you gonna get me out."
"How? You got the Mook all pissed.. and now Emil wants you planted six foot under... best thing to do now is bug on outta town."
"Not gonna happen, Billy. Think.. or I'll cash in the contract on YOUR head right now."
"OW! OK OK.. geez.. ya don't have to mess up the suit... alright... look... the Mook and Emil, they got this beef wit' each other, right? So... if you can capture BOTH of them.. mebbe get them in same room together... show 'em you ain't one to be jerked aroun'... mebbe they leave you alone."
"Yah right, like I'm gonna get past their goomba wiseguys... they LOOKIN' FOR ME, Billy! Every last one of them's got my photo in their pockets!"
"So? Aint' slowed you down before. Look.. Mook likes to hang out at this little cardroom, OK? So he should be easy to take down there. I'll even hook you up with a staff uniform, so's you can sneak in without being obvious."
"Alright.. this better work.. or I swear, if I get sent to hell, I'll drag you along and punt you into the Devil's lap myself." -
Identity: "Daisy Chain"
Real Name: Dae Se Chan
Threat Level: Unknown
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 165 lbs.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dark Brown
Distinguishing Marks: None
Charge: First Degree Murder (General Tsung Ho Diep), Conspiracy to Commit Murder, 1st Degree (same), Unlawful Entry Into United States
Trial Pending
HELD: Ziggursky Prison, awaiting extradition to Taiwan
Wanted: Escape
NOTE: Current whereabouts unknown.
Profile:
Dae Se Chan is a highly trained martial artist and assassin, originally from Cambodia. Psychological testing and interviews revealed extensive hypnotic/psychological conditioning, rendering her little more than a machine. Attempts to cut or remove the chains locked to her body resulted in extreme mental anguish, bordering on epilepsy. Zigguirsky medical personnel speculate that these symptoms are the result of post-hypnotic 'triggers' emplanted to keep her from being properly de-programmed.
Investigator's Report
Dae Se Chan was apprehended at the scene of the murder of General Tsung Ho Diep, a Taiwanese official. She was subsequently charged with his assassination based on evidence gathered at the scene. The Taiwanese courts have requested extradition, so that she may be tried under their law.
She was awaiting extradition when the terrorist group 'Arachnos' staged a breakout, and has not been seen since. Like many others who escaped during that uprising, she is suspected to be holed up in the "Rogue Isles". No legal recourse exists to recover her - at this point, the State Department has advised the PCPF to 'cease and desist' any and all efforts to apprehend, and has turned the matter over to the government of Taiwan.
Last Updated: November 28th, 2005
Thurmand Pope, Esq.
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Daisy Chain (MA/Nin stalker) - "Mea Culpa" by Enigma
Baroness Samedi - "Trouble Every Day" by Frank Zappa
Shikansen - "21st Century Common Man Pt 1" Tangerine Dream -
(( I have the week between Christmas and New Years off... unfortunately I suspect I'll be PLAYING more than WRITING. It doesn't help that I have storylines to maintain on my guildportal site... royalfamily.guildportal.com (where this story is crosslinked) ))
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Super Jump on a MA scrapper/stalker.
I mean.. legs that are powerful enough to propel you over buildings... should knock other humanoids through most walls, right?
I ended up RP'ing "catlike bounding abilities" on my scrapper, and 'movie wirework' for my stalker. She jumps up onto things just like the actors in Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon... don't tell HER it's all effects, she won't believe you. -
*doubles over trying to hide laughter*
BRILLIANT!!!
and yeah, this needs to pop up as a scrollable 'note' on some object in the game. -
And as a Universe dies.... a New Universe is >>WRRRARAAACCCCCHHHH!!!<<
"Hold it right there, you guys didn't even wait for the Marvel settlement to dry and you're violating MORE of our IP!! You are hereby served witha cease and desist order blah blah blah, blabla blah.. blalalablala! Good day!"
The thread, so recently resurrected, dies horribly from acute lawyer exposure. -
Eeenh.
Sorry if I'm not all that impressed. The screenshot staging is good... but I don't find the plot, dialogue, or post-production artwork to my liking. Nothing against your talent, it's just the whole off-color tone. -
Samedi watches as some geek in a rocket pack goes sailing upwards out of control.
"Shoulda read de instructions, cher'..."
She struck a match and lit a tarot card on fire. As she flipped the burning card away, it alighted on an oil slick in the street below... and incinerated a Hellion, who ironically had spent the last ten minutes trying to hit a similar grease spot with a road flare, and missing horribly. -
"Inform him that a plan is in place. Do not disclose the particulars."
Not that anyone KNEW the particulars anyway. She fully intended to change the parameters slightly as soon as she got a moment alone. It was just like dropping dye down a storm drain to find the outlet... it wasn't so much that a story got out... but which story was the one to escape. -
"You're right. However.... if we allow Roselyn to roam around, what is stopping the unknown from framing her again?"
"Unless... WE know where Roselyn is at all times. A tracer. If Roselyn appears without the tracer... then we have the imposter. Nothing obvious though... otherwise the signal could be scanned and then spoofed."
Gwen thought. This was Kashaye's bailiwick. How would SHE propose to do this?
Aha.
The energy monitors.
They were put in place to detect energy emissions that might have somehow escaped from the lab isolation shields... but they also kept tabs on energy signatures inside and outside the building. This is how Mallory was initially discovered.
And each person had a unique energy signature. It could be... simulated... but minor inconsistencies would be ebough to expose the spoof.
"Sykes? yeah, it's Gwen.... Hey, sorry to bug you at home. But I have a question. ..... We have the energy signatures of every employee on file, right?... They're cross-loaded into the lab alert protocols, so the alarms don't go off if someone uses an ability in the lunchroom.... Uh.... how dicey would it be to access those sensors in real-time, and do a continual cross-reference to the biometric scans? .... yeah I KNOW it'll take a supercomputer, we have three in the lab. I'm sure we can task one of them to do this.... No I don't want you calling your team in on this, can you do it on your own? .... Uh huh... That's right. It's a net. .... We're gonna turn the whole building and the outside grounds into one big lobster trap... and a trap isn't any good if the lobster knows what it is, right?... yeah..... exactly.... OK, I'll handle getting you the computing resources... you handle the egghead stiuff, OK?.... and call me as soon as you're ready for a test run or two ... no, Clarisa and I will test it... no one else.... "
Gwen hung up, and immediately placed another call.
"Shay. Sorry. yeah had to do some consulting. Listen.. we're going to need two things... one, Sykes will need to use your third supercomputer for some real-time security work. No I can't say what it is exactly, but if this works, you'll be proud.... yeah I know. OK, the other shoe is... your lab data. No not all of it... just enough to be a nice shiny sparkly prize for a thief. Go ahead and tweak it a little, put in some errant data someplace... nothing that would be significant, but we'll use as a tracer... uh huh... and then park your real data on a secure firewire drive, OFFLINE.... Yep, can't let anyone know there's two copies..... I know Shay... I'm tired too... but we got a thief to catch, and right now this is the only way I can think of.... yeah... and again, I apologize.... I'll be home later, I hope."
Gwen disconnected the call and turned to the other two in the room.
"OK. WE know what's being set up as the bait... and what the trap is built out of. The trap builder doesn't know about the bait... and the one creating the bait doesn't know about how the trap is implemented. Did I miss anything?" -
Holy... sweet.. mother.. of... [$diety]
That's AWESOME.
Problem is... I've yet to really find an arch-rival for any of my toons.. on the same server, that is...
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Gwen spoke up.
"Actually, we could... but if we did that, the real traitor would know something was wrong and bolt."
She nodded at Roselyn. "I can attest that you were in that cafe when this video was made. I was there too, remember? We had JUST exited Legion HQ, and stopped for lunch on the way back. In fact... I believe I saw a security camera behind the counter of the deli. Perhaps we should send someone there to appropriate the tape."
She paused, then, putting her bow away, steepled her fingers. "However, NOW we have to flush out someone who's able to impersonate Roselyn, perhaps others, to the degree that even our biometric security is fooled. So... rather than try and lock the labs down even further, alerting them to the fact that we KNOW... we should instead act as if Roselyn has been arrested... and thus allow the real perp to become complacent."
"But.. we need bait. A honeypot of some kind. A target for them to raid. Something so juicy that they won't be able to resist...."
A smile spread across Gwen's face. "Excuse me a second."
She pulled a phone from her pocket and dialed. "Shay. Hi, its Gwen..... Yeah I know.... I'm at Roselyn's place now.... Uh huh.... No she didn't, I can prove it too... but we have nothing on the real perp yet.... OK... I hope you're sitting down. Because after all you've had to deal with, this is gonna sound REALLY nuts..." -
Gwen warily let the point of the arrow fall as she eased the tension off the bowstring. She still held it at the ready.
Her gaze turned to Clarisa again. "Yes, I know of the reports of a traitor in our midst. But Roselyn? Even though I've only been working with her for a few days, I think I can attest to her... integrity. Please... let's see what we have so far... ALL of us." She made a point of emphasizing the word so that Matamoros would also be prompted to cough up what he knew.
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Matamoros' gaze first went to Clarisa as she barged in, but he turned his head immediately towards Gwenivere, considering she was the one pointing a weapon at him. His response to he threat was loud, almost villainous, laughter. It was full of confidence, nearly to the point of arrogance.
"Please," he said to her as he began to raise himself, "do not insult me with idle threats. You know damn well you won't kill me. That is precisely what separates us. I have the will to finish the job, while you simply drop responsibility for criminals on a weak and corrupt society."
After his rather insulting comments to Gwenivere, he turned his head back towards Clarisa. "Hello, Ms. Clarisa Feynman." At this point he had risen to one knee and was surrounded by powerful opponents. He might have been able to take on one, and, if luck was on his side, possibly two, but not all three. "So, what is it you intend to do with me?" He questioned mockingly.
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Gwenivere raised a single eyebrow. "Just because I haven't killed in Paragon's service, doesn't mean I haven't killed. You know my 'history'. You care to gamble on MY 'will'?"
Matamoros was now looking straight down the arrow shaft at Gwen's steely gaze - she'd readjusted her aim to point it straight at his visor. The bowstring was pulled back to full draw, and judging by the weight of the bow, that arrow could possibly penetrate a solid oak door. The material of his helmet visor might deflect it... or it might not.
Suddenly Matamoros realized, this ... woman... was not bluffing, and was fully ready to kill him if he didn't heed her. -
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"This display of power will only end in pain, yours or mine or both." Rosalyn stood straight and tall and held the knife on open palms offering it to Matamoros. "I will not fight an ally." She bowed her head in submission.
The sound of wood splitting could be heard at the front door. Two long cuts were made by the door handle and a stilletto heel freed the door from the lock. Clarisa burst forth.
"STOP!"
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As the door burst open from Clarisa's efforts, Lady Gwenivere touched down on the same balcony that Matamoros had used to gain entry. She immediately went onto an alert stance, having recognized the supposed 'hero' in the red and gold armor, but didn't immediately place him as someone from Legion.
"Hold it right there, 'Matamoros'." An arrow was already nocked in her bow and the string pulled back, the shaft squarely aimed at the joint between his chest plastron and his helmet. "Your rather savage reputation precedes you... and right now I'm in no mood to clean up any mess of yours. Both of you, turn around, palms against the walls, NOW."
She nodded her head to Clarisa just slightly. "Hi, Boss. Gotta love the overtime in this job." -
Decided to take on a couple of Goldbrickers that were throwing dice in an alley.
"Finally! A SHOOT SOMEONE UP Game!"