160ad7 No.18541 [Last50 Posts]
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160ad7 No.18543
>>18541
[Gwen]
You visit the infirmary with Shirley after she joined in on your little 'party'. Turns out that Shirley is quite good at slapping hands away from herself while holding others down and vulnerable. Even in her sleep, Shirley is cheerful to the point of it being a fault. She may also call you 'Gwenny' now, in public. Should you have a chat with her about that?
Regardless, Shirley introduces you to the Strike Team that she leads while you visit the last member in the infirmary. They seem like a decent bunch.
When you look into Captain Mitsuko, you find only the basics with your clearance. There is without a doubt more information on her that is far beyond your clearance.
>>Add: [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Friend] [Beth 'Liz' Burns, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Lilian L. - ???]
>>Add Eccentricity: Leachery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
>>-1 to Soul
[William]
You spend much of your free time working on the theory behind a new bullet spell, but you want this one to punch through almost anything. With your attention focused upon the spell, you manage to make a few extra friends, mostly from the Magical Engineering Club.
When you finally have what should be a working spell, you arrange for some time on the range. Lise is quite happy to come across you on one of her patrols, and both her and her partner watch as you prepare to make your first field test of the spell.
Rings of code form around your CAD as the spell begins to collect energy, drawing in visible tendrils of particles present in the surrounding air. It is more than a little nerve wracking as first five, then ten, then twenty seconds go by. Your rifle is still collecting energy after nearly a minute, and Lise asks what you're starting to dread. "Should we get out of here? Is it going to blow?" Moments later, the CAD accelerates a blinding beam that forces a shockwave across the entire range. The smell of ozone is very, very strong as you check down range. The steel plate of your target is gone, and you seem to have penetrated nearly half way through the wall that should stop howitzer rounds.
Both Lise and her partner are impressed, but agree that your spell could probably use some refinement once you've learned more about magic and how to optimize spells.
>>Add Spell: [AP Lance Shot - Crude]
>>Add: [Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
>> +1 EGO
[Konstantin]
As it happens, your friend Viktor's invitation to drink has given you a mild case of methanol poisoning. Damned spiked drinks! The KGB MUST STILL BE [Vomiting noises].
Kelly Yamato visits you nearly every day, though. She looks tired, but goes through the manuals for the training mecha you'll be piloting soon with you. Eventually, your vision returns to normal with some minor therapy.
>> -2 HP (your bonus is already applied to this)
[Alexei]
Your plans for the traditional Russian dinner go as planned…
Until the Cooking Club catches on fire! Oh no! Thankfully, no one seems to be hurt, but then the girls start talking, and soon there is a small verbal fight and several very, very angry girls looking right. at. you.
You don't get all that much work done on your body due to substandard equipment, though. You hope grandfather Klokov's shipment doesn't get lost.
>[Strength 2/10]
>Add: [Jenni C. - Acquaintance]
[Jenni]
You train with Lucy, quickly learning that the much stronger woman's punches still hurt even when she pulls them. With some practice and appetite for mild pain and bruising, you manage to make some solid progress. Despite some flare ups from old wounds, you are picking this up quite naturally. You even meet a student that had arrived at the end of orientation, and train with her a bit.
Staying with Lucy most of the day even seems to help keep you safe, and you manage a bit of studying as well.
Thanks to an unexpected conversation with Moko, you feel a little bit better about everything. Strange.
Damn, you bit your thumb HARD. What the fuck were you thinking?
>>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10] [Study: 3/???]
>> + 1 EGO, -1 HP
>Add: [Else W. -Acquaintance] [Alexi - Acquaintance]
>>Add Eccentricity:
Blitz Krieg - You really, really hate ARES. And by extension, that fucker Krieg. Who names their kid WAR!? Fuck him, and fuck his father, and FUCK ARES. Gain bonus EGO & EDGE from bullying Krieg.
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160ad7 No.18544
[Adamma]
The text books mostly seem to be covering basics that everyone should know. Pfft.
Training with Wasswa is really helpful, and you're feeling quite a bit of progress in understanding your martial art.
>>[Trained Primordial Dance: 5/20]
[Else]
Though there doesn't seem to be a Martial Prowess 102, you manage to find the Boxing Club. You make quick progress after meeting a rather large Brazilian girl named Lucy who seems to be training a rather petite girl named Jenni. Switching out with Jenni, you make some fast progress by both training against Lucy yourself and watching Jenni spar the rather intimidating woman.
Unfortunately, you quickly learn that any attempt to study for anything remotely relating to Anatomy and Physiology results in numerous offers for boys, and Lucy, to be your study buddy. In bed. Or anywhere, really. You didn't know people could have sex in several of the suggested positions…
>>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10]
>> Add: [Lucy - Acquaintance] [Jenni C. -Acquaintance]
[Lucy]
Jenni isn't a match for you in the ring, but your competition quickly becomes a regular bout of training. As you begin to improve, a new girl calling herself Else begins to switch out with Jenni. It seems that your nanites are just a bit too much for Jenni to handle for more than a fight or two, and Else is a welcomed addition as you can keep fighting while one of them catches their breath.
Unfortunately, you are very, very quickly intercepted by men with rather annoying abilities when you attempt to go to the nearby city and acquire alcohol. You're given a warning by the Dean of Students, though she does agree to arrange to secure a limited amount of alcohol for you.
On a rather interesting night, you both gain a follower and get to engage in some rather enjoyable debauchery. You did find out that Gwen's friend Shirley is quite strong, after you tried to get a free feel or two in. Few people can deliver a swat that actually twarts your hands from wandering.
>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10]
>>Add: [Else W. - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance]
>>Add: [Booze Source - 10 Credits per Bottle]
>>Gain: [Jōtarō Arakawa, 1st Year - Subservient Follower] (have fun with that)
[Viktor]
You charge ahead with your training, challenging as many senior students as you can find to matches. You lose severely in most cases, but from each fight you learn more about your style's weaknesses, and soon you find that matches against your fellow first years are shifting back to your favor. It seems you are improving!
Then you find out that some booze you'd gotten for Konstantine may have… had a mildly dangerous amount of methanol in it. This really, really puts a dent into your attempts to spread the greatness of Fascism. Wow, you poisoned your friend. Isn't that depressing? At least you manage to visit him while his vision recovers.
>> [Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style: 10/20]
[Lilian]
You practice rhythmic gymnastics and study the basics of CAD magic. Despite your boyfriend dumping you. Gwen is your savior, sweeping you up from the depths of despair and into a very interesting night of… well, interruptions and finally drinking. With your spirits lifted, you make solid progress in your gymnastics and magic. Having a new lover makes you feel great!
You also study a whole lot of human anatomy, but not in the kind of way that makes you smart.
>> [Agility 7/10] [CAD Coding 5/10]
>>Remove: [Kojo]
>>Add: [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance] [Lucy - Friend] [Gwen M. - Lover]
>>Add Eccentricity: Lechery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
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160ad7 No.18548
>>18544
[Moko]
You're having a really, really crazy start to school. Between Lucy, Jenni, Gwen, Hulk, and that guy that got expelled and Lucy thought was your boyfriend and… man, that is work to keep track of. The library sounds like a decent place to nap. Everyone has to be quiet there, right? You catch a surprising amount of information in your sleep, as a few study groups quietly talk about class nearby. How did you ace that quiz on the enemies you're expected to face?
Your forray into the cooking club ends in disaster when someone actually makes you cook something, and you fall asleep. Thankfully, your MOTIVATIONAL FRIEND carries you and his pasta to safety when whatever you mixed in that bowl burst into flames. Was it corn flakes and milk? Thankfully, it seems someone else is being yelled at by most of the cooking club, and Hulk is more concerned that you're alright than with the fact that you nearly burned a building down. You still feel a little depressed about the whole thing, though.
At least that conversation with Jenni made you feel… wow, that actually made you feel good!
>> -2 EGO (reduced from -3)
>> [Lore: Enemies of Man]
>> - [Kojo M]
>> Add Eccentricity:
Smoke on the Water, Fire in the Kitchen - You should never, ever be allowed to cook. Or mix any two substances together, really.
I Need A Hot Shower - No sir, you did not like what happened in that bed. Why do people do that? You need a hot shower just THINKING about that.
[Hogan]
Your pasta is a hit with the cooking club, filled with VITAMINS and even the Student Council stops by to investigate what you're up to. So much TROUBLE. Now it is up to you to put everyone at EASE, BROTHER.
When the Cooking Club's kitchen bursts into flames, your COOL HEAD is there to ensure everyone gets out safely. You even carry out your Lazy Acquaintance, Moko. The poor thing seemed to be frozen in shock, and you took your time to ensure she was alright after taking a proper head count of everyone outside.
OH BROTHER, you can't seem to let these cooking club girls look so sad. Pledging to help them get their Club back in order, you spend most of your training time helping clean up the mess. There isn't much you can do for the guy that some of the Cooking girls caught trying to play half of the Club, though. BROTHER MAN, THERE ARE SOME CAGE MATCHES MEANT TO BE WATCHED FROM THE CROWD.
>> [Cool Head 6/10]
>>+1 EGO
[Mikasi]
You find out that you are very, very bad at hand-to-hand combat. Some of the people kicking your ass say you've got promise due to not having any bad habits to break, though…
Your efforts to research magical fueled plasma reactions goes much better. Not only does the idea hold the promise of being a potentially life-altering pattent to hold, but your friends in the Magical Engineering Club are all pretty excited that you would tackle that as your first project. A number of them are more than happy to discuss the topic with you, and you're pretty well versed in the basic theory in little time.
>> - 2 EDGE
>> [Magi-Plasma Theory 8/10]
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160ad7 No.18555
>>18548
[Azzy]
That guy is still cutting a swathe through the Martial Arts Club, but now that he is focused upon the upper classmen you manage to avoid more than a few matches with him. Your Necrojutsu skills begin to improve, though your style is a bit handicapped by not attempting to kill your opponent and turn their essence into an attack to destroy the next foe. The number of drawn matches you have starts to get frustrating.
Finding the Magical Labs, you are allowed to practice channeling more of the mystic end of your style into an idea you had. After some trial and error, you've only managed to project a single, tooth-sized projectile of conjured bone. Actually, it is a tooth. Maybe you need more death around you to learn this power? Or just more practice?
>> [Trained Necrojutsu 6/10]
>-1 HP
[Krieg]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Skills/Weapons Systems: [Strength] [Tough] [ARES INTEGRATED PALM SHOT] [ARES INTEGRATED MONO BAYONET]
Reputation: Rich Kid
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
ARES BRAND ACHILLES - You're a weaponized cyborg that is mostly a robot. You are resistant to most mundane forms of damage, and fatigue isn't quite the same issue for you as others. On the other hand, you don't heal so much as you need to be repaired. Your body can only be upgraded with weapons or features when you can return home to be upgraded or switched to a new shell.
ACHILLES HEEL - As a robot, you are limited to learning skills that your mind can apply. Your body is a static feature unless upgraded, which you can not do yourself.
[Colin]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Mini AT Field]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
What The Hell Are You!? - You're not natural. But you can produce AT fields that are effectively indestructable. Will you be a hero for humanity or the doom of everyone?
[William]
William has transfered in as a fluff character for the time being.
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160ad7 No.18557
>>18555
Please continue to use the Fluff Thread located here: http://8ch.net/builders/res/17778.html to post fluff interactions.
Please post only turns in this thread, and any official 'fluff' such as confirmation of forming a squad or team of PCs.
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160ad7 No.18561
>>18557
"Good Morning Students. My name is Doctor Alexandra Kein." A woman stands before the classroom in a D.O.O.M. issue lab coat and black business outfit. "Unlike the majority of you, I am considered a support asset to this school. It is my job to provide you with the knowledge we have on the enemies you may one day find attempting to end your life."
>Demons/Daemons:
"One of the most variable threats you will encounter, and potentially the most common. These foes can range from small imps little more threatening than an angry hornet to mega creatures capable of leveling city blocks and utilizing magics. We believe that we have a handle on the majority of forms these foes can take, and you will be provided with additional intel on them in the field after the specific threat has been visually confirmed. Always keep an eye open for gems. Demons are known to occassionally drop strange gemstones that we believe have strategic uses. Recovery of these gems is considered a priority over the destruction of additional enemies, and second only to ensuring your own survival."
>Witches:
"These powerful foes are capable of draining the spirit and energies of humans across a large area, and shielding their lair with a magical barrier. Their form is often what one might consider a twisted parody of something. All witches are considered a Class A threat at minimum due to their innate use of powerful magics. They are best engaged by Magical Girls and Boys, though witches are known to have been destroyed by other magics. Some have been known to be completely immune to mundane weaponry."
>Kaiju:
"These extra-dimensional bio weapons have effectively reached the absolute limits of size and weight that the Earth can sustain. This has resulted in terrain being an effective weapon against them, as even hills are now difficult for the creatures to traverse. Advances in D.O.O.M. and ARES weaponry have allowed humanity to better contain the creatures with minimal deployment of Academy Squads, though there are still smaller Kaiju known to make incursions. For the most part, mecha pilots will be tasked with engaging such smaller invaders."
>Bishops:
"The primary reason for the fall of Japan, Bishops are extra-dimensional beings that we still do not quite understand fully, due in no little part to the fact that they seem to reject reality itself after 32 hours. The explosions that result are often compared to the MOAB or Daisy Cutters of the Vietnam era for Class B entities and higher. Class C and D entities are more comparable to 500 lb bombs. Recent improvements have allowed us to detect Bishops as they invade our dimension, giving us up to 30 minutes to prepare for the arrival of one. Bishops are considered extremely dangerous due to their ability to extend ribbon-like tendrils that can cut most matter with nearly no friction. In order to destroy a Bishop, the core under what seems to be their head must be exposed and destroyed."
>Angels:
"Thankfully rare, these entities are known to possess a nearly impenetrable force field and a frankly terrifying level of power. No two Angels have been alike, other than the presence of what we call the AT field and the central core. Only by deploying an AT field capable unit to neutralize the Angel's own field can we expose and destroy the core of an Angel."
>Humans:
"Despite our best intentions, there will always be a human threat to every single one of you. Even in the face of extinction, we can't seem to help but fight among ourselves for petty reasons. Never let your guard down."
"Now, for a word on saving the world. In the future, you will all be expected to fight in squads of four to six, and operate in platoons of three to seven squads. Those of you that value your lives will ensure that you find people that you can trust and depend on to squad with. For the time being, you will undertake class exercises in randomly assigned training squads, in order to maximize your familiarity with various types of allies." Placing her clip upon the desk, Doctor Kein looks across the gathered students. "We have already had a student expelled. Try not to get yourselves killed in your first year."
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160ad7 No.18562
>>18561
[GM META: Due to the amount of fluff, I'm turning over inter-player relationship status tracking to you guys. Please try to keep some record of what fellow PCs your character is a friend or enemy to, at the least. It helps me decide if rolls should have a bonus, or just saying 'I should give something extra for that'!]
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160ad7 No.18564
 | Rolled 11, 40 = 51 (2d100) |
1. Really try and work the stress out–hit the rhythmic gymnastics again. I think I'm really getting somewhere!
2. Crank out more CAD coding in my spare time, asking members of Magical Engineering Club for pointers and tips wherever possible. Let's see if we can't add some real flames to add to my light show repertoire!
>><<
Name: Lilian LeStrange
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Fluff: >>13923
Archetype: Techno Magician, Class 1
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Purple Ray] [Black Fire Ball]
>><<
>Progress
[Agility 7/10] [CAD Coding 5/10]
>><<
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Wrist CAD]
Relationships: [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance] [Lucy - Friend] [Gwen M. - Lover][Huang Yun, 1st Year - Friend] [Josephine Kylee, 1st year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Purple Rain, Purple Rain - You've learned that sometimes a spell that does nothing but distract an interrupt can be as powerful as a spell carefully crafted. You have a vast library of cantrips that can fill a space with purple-black spells that do very, very little other than make colors.
Life is Short, Love Fast - Some people have been known to question the pace at which you can fall in love. Ignore them, they're idiots that can't understand how deep and emotional your relationships are!
Lechery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
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160ad7 No.18595
| Rolled 82, 25 = 107 (2d100) |
>>18562
Name: Colin
Gender: Boy
Race: Unknown, appears human.
Age: 21
Fluff:
>>16241
Archetype: Techno Enhanced.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Mini AT Field]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
What The Hell Are You!? - You're not natural. But you can produce AT fields that are effectively indestructible. Will you be a hero for humanity or the doom of everyone?
Colin listens intently during the class lecture, taking notes and raising his hand to ask questions whenever appropriate. He doesn’t mind the sideward glances or strange looks from his fellow classmates, he was here to learn. After class he asks the instructor if there is any more information she can provide on Angels. If Colin is to master his own power it is only logical that he try and understand his counterparts.
1. Colin attempts to learn more about Angels. He asks his teachers, he checks the library, he uses google scholar and he searched through his tablet to see if it holds any information on the subject.
2. When he isn’t studying Colin is conditioning his body. Following advice from what trainers there are at the academy Colin starts to regularly exercise. No matter how his power develops Colin is certain that possessing great stamina and physical fitness will prove to be a boon in the near and distant future.
Whenever students speak to Colin he regards them evenly with his face neutral, the only differences visible in him are hard to notice at best. Even though he still has a soft smile on his face most of the time, it is no longer truly genuine. As though Colin is trying to keep up appearances. What more is that rather than looking to the west as a nervous tick his head just twitches to the direction of the west as he restrains himself from looking that way as much as he can, less the memories become clearer…
(I have class and work today, I will be home at around 7:30 PM EST and ready to rp my heart out with everyone)
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160ad7 No.18596
| Rolled 56, 39 = 95 (2d100) |
>>18543
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: He's a big guy
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
'Muscle Wizard' - The girls of the Cooking Club swoon when you flex your muscles, and they swear sparkles fill the air when you show off your body! Minor bonus to physical combat and strength.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
Club: Cooking Club
Relationships: [Amanda North, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Aysel Tahire, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Elisabetta Palmira, 3rd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Ivano Pietro, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Mitchel Baker, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 15(15)] [Edge: 15(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 16(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
1) Continue lifting, Alexei is of hoping that the 100 pound bars will be getting here soon.
2) Look for someone close in strength for gym buddy, progressi overload is important for muscle growth.
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160ad7 No.18597
| Rolled 88, 57 = 145 (2d100) |
>>18543
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 6(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet] [AP Lance Shot - Crude]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend][Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
1. Well the other spell was a success, time to work on another one. Something that will allow me to see through illusions. My little sister once said something about a spell in D&D like it, True Sight was it? Either way I need to get researching.
2. The magical engineering club seems like it would be fun to hang around in. I should see if I can still join.
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160ad7 No.18599
>>18596
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Satus: [Health: 8(15)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
In Progress:
>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10]
>Add: [Else W. - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance]
>Add: [Booze Source - 10 Credits per Bottle]
>Gain: [Jōtarō Arakawa, 1st Year - Subservient Follower] (have fun with that)\
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160ad7 No.18600
| Rolled 25, 76 = 101 (2d100) |
>>18596
"Damn, take look at that guy" Lucy says to Jotaro beside her, "See that, that's the kind of hunk of a MAN you ought to be Jotaro."
Tall and strong Lucy would approach Alexei, however, it was very clear from Alexie's own huge build that he was not likely to be as intimidated by her.
"Ei, you there! Yeah, you with the body of Atlas. Care to spot little ol' me? I been looking for a man that knows how to actually use a goddamn bench press."
>>18596
1-2) Offer to train with Alexei and work out at the gym, spotting each other as do bench presses, exchanging small chat while slowly attempting to outdo each other with heavier weights.
With my nanites I'm usually close to my size peak, but it's important to always keep my body fit and sharp.
And no way in HELL am I letting this guy lift more than me without a retort!
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160ad7 No.18601
| Rolled 85, 80 = 165 (2d100) |
1. Continue working with Wasswa on improving. [Trained Primordial Dance: 5/20]
2. The sage said I was the daughter of Africa, that means Africa is my only real parent that I know of. I think I'll try to talk to it. Hmmm, I think I saw a elective class on communicating with the spirits of places. Maybe I'll attend a few lectures. What were they called? Genus Locii?
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160ad7 No.18603
>>18600
NOTE:
Keep fluff in the fluff thread!
>>18602
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160ad7 No.18605
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160ad7 No.18608
| Rolled 85, 31 = 116 (2d100) |
ame: Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Fluff: Jenni fought in the ill-fated Cascadian secessionist movement of 2036-2039 and is quite keen to recount her experiences when pressed. According to her, after some lionization of the movement from her older sister Pheobe, she joined the movement at mere 13 years old with some strategic lies and omissions. Soon after, Jenni found herself in hard combat against state paramilitaries and national guard. After being captured and escaping repeatedly, Jenni developed a reputation as both a terrorist and hardened rebel. As the fighting continued and the weight of the federal government moved to recapture Seattle and Portland, increasingly brutal methods were adopted by the movement: Jenni personally ordered the deaths of prisoners, collaborators, and other traitors as befitting the failing insurrection. By that point several years had passed and Jenni had developed something of a reputation not only as a criminal and terrorist, but, also, as a vicious killer. After the defeat, Jenni's superior skills helped her flee to Canada where she was approached by an odd recruiter.
Status: [Health: 9(10)] [Ego: 12(15)] [Edge: 11(15)]
Credits: 40 [+10/month]
Skills: [Small Arms] [Guerilla Warfare]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet] ['Zippo' Lighter]
Clubs: Strategy Club, Boxing Club
Relationships: [Jeannot Christophe, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Moko M. - Friend] [Lucy - Friend][Else W. - Acquaintance] [Alexi - Acquaintance] [Krieg M. - Enemy]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
If The Uniform Don't Fit, You Must Fidget - Something just doesn't seem RIGHT about how your uniform fits your body, especially when you're trying to interact with your peers. Your constant efforts to adjust defects that aren't there can sometimes help or hinder your interactions, depending upon the target.
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
Blitz Krieg - You really, really hate ARES. And by extension, that fucker Krieg. Who names their kid WAR!? Fuck him, and fuck his father, and FUCK ARES. Gain bonus EGO & EDGE from bullying Krieg.
Status/In Progress:
[Dreams of Happier Times - Your first roll per turn gets +5 until your next eccentricity roll.]
[Hand-to-Hand 5/10] [Study: 3/???]
–
1. Jenni continues with her practice with Lucy at Boxing club. Admittedly Lucy has been hitting pretty hard lately, but Jenni has been getting better, slowly, at it. [Hand-to-Hand 5/10][+5, Dreams of Better Times]
2. Some more time passes and Jenni throws herself into her studies. She starts to focus on Kaiju, because she always loved watching Japanese monster movies as a child and she would prefer to avoid killing people. With that being the case, she spends some of her spare time trying to work on how her general knowledge of ambush might be applied to the creatures. She thinks she's got some ideas, but she just needs to run them through the simulator… [Study: 3/???]
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160ad7 No.18620
| Rolled 76, 16 = 92 (2d100) |
>>18543
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Anima Caeli (Magic Bow)]
+ [Arrow Magic]
+ [Soul - 16(20)]
+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
+ [Decent Brandy]
+[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
+[+10 Credits]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
Leachery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
Relationships:
+[Jack 'Oakley' Anderson, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Friend] [Beth 'Liz' Burns, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Lilian L. - ???]
Clubs:
Sport Shooting Club
1. Attend the sport shooting club functions, work on my archery
2. request a location to practice magic spells and do so, work on bigger more powerful arrow spells
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160ad7 No.18625
| Rolled 17, 14 = 31 (2d100) |
>>18562
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 8(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit][20 Credits][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend] [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
1. Konstantin was unsure what to do with Ms. Yamato's kindness, but he knew he owed it to her to be the best mech pilot he could be, and to learn everything she could possibly teach him. As such he went straight to work training such skills.
2. Simple Methanol did that to Konstantin? He was subjected to much worse in the gulag. Such failure on the part of his body and liver is unacceptable, so he must remind his body to be useful through vigorous party approved exercises
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160ad7 No.18626
| Rolled 46, 31 = 77 (2d100) |
>>18625
you shall not upset my RNG
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160ad7 No.18635
| Rolled 23, 23 = 46 (2d100) |
>>18555
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: http://pastebin.com/VF7m5kbz
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 9(10)] [Ego: 9(15)] [Edge: 9(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu][Trained Necrojutsu 6/10]
Reputation: Unknown
Clubs: Martial Arts Club
Credits: 40
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit][Hogan H. - Friend] [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance][Wasswa 'Rhodie' Amadi, 4th Year - Acquaintance] [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Friend][Jenni C.- Scary Monster girl][Krieg M. -Impulsive Cyborg Acquaintance][Adamma I.- Sparring…. buddy, acquaintance?][Moko M. - Lazy acquaintance who might be narcoleptic][Lucy- Amazonian thug]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
1. C-continue training my Necrojutsu, I'm G-getting close to where I w-was before I got lazy. N-need to g-get back to that level. Use the M-martial arts club facilities, and the sch-school trainging gr-grounds. Maybe Adamma can spar every o-once in while too?
[Trained Necrojutsu 6/10]
2.N-next on the l-list is to m-meditate. TO cl-clear my mind and c-center it. I n-need to have a clear head to avoid f-freaking out over l-little things. I can-t afford t-to show weakness h-here, which means I h-have to get over m-myself and m-my fears of people, and f-failure.
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160ad7 No.18636
| Rolled 59, 26 = 85 (2d100) |
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 11] [Edge: 8]
Powers/Enhancements: [??? Weapon: Chains] [???]
Relationships: [Koko M. - Hyper Guy][Lilian L - Crazy Girl?] [Jenni C. - Flirty? Friend][Hulk H. - Motivational Friend]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
Demandments - Your time with Hulk Haruku has been quite beneficial. You gain a minor bonus to training, so long as you have a partner. If your partner is Hulk Haruku, you gain a larger bonus due to his infectious energy.
Battle of the Beams - Sometimes you're more lost than a German bomber landing at a British airfield in England in early 1941. Your ability to read body language often leads to really, really strange thoughts and a fear of commitment!
Smoke on the Water, Fire in the Kitchen - You should never, ever be allowed to cook. Or mix any two substances together, really.
I Need A Hot Shower - No sir, you did not like what happened in that bed. Why do people do that? You need a hot shower just THINKING about that.
1) Huh. All that effort wasted in cooking. That really, really bites. Uh. Lets see here… Maybe I could.. I think hulk is busy.. Uh, I got it. Lets go over to that, uh, whats it called? Sparing Club? Jenni and Lucy and Hulk all go there… Cant be too bad right? What even is sparing anyways?
2) You know, Jenni might be right.. I have never really tried to practice my powers… Heck, and with Krieg not even knowing what they are, thats a little weird. I honestly don't care too much about them myself, but since they took intrest in them, I might as well ask a teacher about them… They might know…Uh.. Now which one?
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160ad7 No.18637
| Rolled 98, 62 = 160 (2d100) |
>>18544
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
+ [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
>Credits: 10
>Income:
+ [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
>> Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style 10/20
1. The first part of the phase had been completed, naturally there was no was Viktor would be able to keep up advancing at this pace, merely by the fact that most of his more obvious mistakes should be under his control by now.
But this by no means meant an end to his training, it was rather an encouragement for him to continue as he had beforehand, by taking on those stronger than him and brushing off his defeats in fashionably fascist ways.
>> Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style 10/20
2. Konstantin was not doing well. In more ways than one. The poor man had actually gotten food poisoning or something from a food as basic as beer. Naturally Viktor would have to bring him a few more to make him accustomed to whatever ethanol thing was apparently in there.
That said Konstantin could surely use a little help with his girlfriend-to-be. Sarah, Hanna and whatever the third one's name was would be deployed in order to find what that Asian girl likes, knowing her weaknesses would certainly help a great deal in helping Viktor. Besides Viktor could get somewhat acquainted with her as he would surely get to see more of her if she was going to stick around.
While Asian she was an honorary aryan, not the best choice for a woman, but it was Konstantin's choice after all.
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160ad7 No.18638
>>18637
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
+ [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
>Credits: 20
>Income:
+ [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
>> Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style 10/20
Adjusted credit score.
Also I obviously wanted to help Konstantin with action 2 not Viktor, just typo'd that.
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160ad7 No.18641
| Rolled 35, 75 = 110 (2d100) |
[Krieg]
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Skills/Weapons Systems:
-[Strength]
-[Tough]
-[ARES INTEGRATED PALM SHOT]
-[ARES INTEGRATED MONO BAYONET]
>Reputation: [Rich Kid]
>Relationships:
-[Colin - Friendly Rival]
-[Azzy - Friend][Jenni - ???]
-[Moko - Possibly A Friend?]
-[Lucy - Annoying, But Means Well]
>Equipment & Things:
-[Personal Quarters - Spartan]
-[1st Year Uniform]
-[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
-ARES BRAND ACHILLES - You're a weaponized cyborg that is mostly a robot. You are resistant to most mundane forms of damage, and fatigue isn't quite the same issue for you as others. On the other hand, you don't heal so much as you need to be repaired. Your body can only be upgraded with weapons or features when you can return home to be upgraded or switched to a new shell.
-ACHILLES HEEL - As a robot, you are limited to learning skills that your mind can apply. Your body is a static feature unless upgraded, which you can not do yourself.
—–
1. Krieg takes a large amount of his spare time reading over the textbooks and trying to get ahead of the class. Not sleeping helps. He also lacked the basic lessons from the first few weeks, but they shouldn't have been too much to worry about, so he studies them as well. Overall it's a lot of knowledge cram, but again, no need for sleep helps.
2. Krieg spars with people, a lot. It's not a matter of getting stronger physically, it's a matter of mental strength and skill. If he's going to be useful on the battlefield, he needed to utilize his strength in ways that would forward his tasks. While he had scoffed at Colin's refusal to take leisure time, Krieg still recognized that without training, he wouldn't be improving.
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160ad7 No.18673
[Seamus]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Drunken Master Style] [Dornálaíocht Style]
Reputation: Irish
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [Kegs O Irish Brew]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Irishman - Yer an Irishman, and wha else wold ya ferking be? Yer as tenacious as a… tenacious thing, and as bull-headed as a bull! Even more so when yer drunk, lad! Bonus to fighting other humans, and yer nose can lead ya ta a good Irish brew almost anywhere! Except England. Fuck England. And Fuck the English! Fuckers.
Drunken Master - You must be drunk to unlock your true potential. Fortunately, you're Irish, so that means you can be drunk 24/7 and no one will judge you, because they expect that of you, frankly.
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160ad7 No.18681
| Rolled 97, 99 = 196 (2d100) |
>>18673
>>>18673
>[Seamus]
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements: [Drunken Master Style] [Dornálaíocht Style]
>Reputation: Irish
>Relationships:
>[Colin-Friend?]
>[Kreig-???]
>[Jenni-???]
>[Lucy-???]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [Kegs O Irish Brew]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
>Irishman - Yer an Irishman, and wha else wold ya ferking be? Yer as tenacious as a… tenacious thing, and as bull-headed as a bull! Even more so when yer drunk, lad! Bonus to fighting other humans, and yer nose can lead ya ta a good Irish brew almost anywhere! Except England. Fuck England. And Fuck the English! Fuckers.
>Drunken Master - You must be drunk to unlock your true potential. Fortunately, you're Irish, so that means you can be drunk 24/7 and no one will judge you, because they expect that of you, frankly.
>1.Join sparring club/start sparring with people I need to stay in shape if I'm going to survive the shit they were talking about in class today.
>2.Find some of those tech nerds and see if I can get them to help me out with this idea I had offer drinks in exchange for their help with this. These electro gauntlets are going to be kickass
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160ad7 No.18685
| Rolled 23, 7 = 30 (2d100) |
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling]
Reputation: Motivational Big Brother
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Friends: [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, Third Year], [Viktor S. - Acquaintance], [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Azzy W. - Acquaintance], [Haim Hirsh, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Amanda Greyhail, 3rd Year, SC - Friend], [Moko M. - Lazy Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
Cool Head 6/10
1. "Man, all this excitement with the COOKING club– I've gotta keep up my TRAINING, brother! Give that ATOMIC LEG drop some vitamin-infused LOVE, brother!
Train martial arts.
2. "Ain't no SWEAT jugglin' extracirriculars with STUDY, man. Knowing's half the battle, and you've gotta know HOW to hit things with your TWELVE INCH PYTHONS if you're gonna win that belt, brother."
Hogan studies his book-tactic-learny things.
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160ad7 No.18784
[William M.]
>Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements: [Nanite Swarm]
>Reputation: Unknown
>Equipment & Things:
[Personal Quarters - Spartan] [1st Year Uniform] [Store-bought mind reader]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
70 kg of Nanites - Your nanites may not be able to fly, but they do allow for some interesting abilities. You can do almost anything with these nanites, so long as the GM does not veto it.
Nanites are Slow - You are at a severe disadvantage when it comes to reacting to speed. Beware of kids with giant eyebrows, bowl cuts, and training weights on their limbs. They might be able to move faster than your san- I mean nanites can react!
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160ad7 No.18827
| Rolled 6, 84 = 90 (2d100) |
>>18784
>Name: William Mason.
>Gender: Male, of course.
>Race: Scottish Human.
>Age: 20
>Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
>Reputation: Unknown
>Status:
[Health: 10(10)]
[Ego: 10(15)]
[Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
[Nanite Swarm (Via Nano-Control Backpack)]
>Equipment & Things:
[Personal Quarters - Spartan]
[1st Year Uniform]
[Nano-Control Backpack (Store-bought Mind Reader) (70kg of Nanites]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Gray Tides - Your nanites may not be able to fly, but they do allow for some interesting abilities. You can do almost anything with these nanites, so long as the GM does not veto it.
Nanites are Slow - You are at a severe disadvantage when it comes to reacting to speed. Beware of kids with giant eyebrows, bowl cuts, and training weights on their limbs. They might be able to move faster than your san- I mean nanites can react!
1: (The good thing about being in a academy, is that they would be able to provide for education of topics like Nanomachinery. With that in mind, I should study up on what there is to learn about them here.)
2: (If the Backpack breaks down out there, I really /don't/ want to be left hopeless… Surely, there must be some kind of course for gun training that I can apply for?)
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160ad7 No.19427
>>18681
>Someone else is playing a stereotypical Irishman named Seamus
>Dose rolls
You do us proud, son.
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160ad7 No.19586
>>18641
[UPDATED RELATIONSHIPS]
-[Lilian LeStrange| Ditzy Girl| She was touchy.]
-[Colin| Ex-Friend| He betrayed me.| Clueless]
-[Lucy| Friend?| A total slob.| I mouthed off too much to her.]
-[Adamma| Friend| She's young.]
-[Jenni Calicott| Evil| I don't even know where to start with her.| Very slim chance she has good intentions?]
-[Gwen Masters| Friend| Funniest person here.| Actually cheers me up.]
-[Azzy| Best Friend| Good intents.| She's too critical sometimes.]
-[Moko Maku| Ex-Friend| She turned on me.| Really fun to fight.]
-[Viktor| Guy I Fought]
-[Seamus| Drunk.| I have almost no legitimate reaction to him. He's just sort of there sometimes.]
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160ad7 No.19647
[Gwen]
The school obtains a bow to your specifications so that you can train your archery without using up precious magical power. Jack 'Oakley' is actually impressed by your ability with a normal bow, and the Sport Shooting Club members all find you a novel addition to the entire group. Unfortunately your request for a location to train your spells triggers something of an administrative panic. They prepare a suitable zone on the larger Academy Campus, but it takes so much time that you're unable to get any practice in… Also, it is kind of annoying that regulations force you to keep the mundane bow in a weapons locker in the Shooting Club. Seriously?
Near the end of the week, Shirley approaches you. You're not used to seeing her without a smile upon her face. "Miss Masters, you are to report to the administration building at 1300 hours. Orders from the top." Her smile returns for a moment after that. "Sorry, Gwenie. I can't talk about it, and have to find someone else now. See you there, ok?" [Fluff Thread Event]
>> [Archery 5/10]
[William FARMER]
You investigate the Magical Engineering Club, and find that you can still join. Lise is happy to help you with the extra bit of paperwork, and is even impressed that your spell works as good as it does in two weeks.
Between the help of some of the Magical Engineering Club members and Lise, you manage to get a functional, if basic, spell together to help you see through illusions. It only works on the most basic of illusions and at best five meters, but your spell quite obviously disrupts and makes you aware of illusions upon your immediate self!
>>Add Spell: [Lesser True Sight]
>> May join Magical Engineering Club as a Y/N response.
[Konstantin]
These weeks just aren't going your way. The staff ends up treating you for radiation sickness. They believe it is due to the Gulag being a former uranium mine, or perhaps exposure from your past combat.
Miss Yamato continues to review manuals for the machines you'll be training on with you.
[Alexei]
The 100 pound bars finally arrive! You spend the weeks working out with LUCY, though you'd guess that she gets a bit more of the benefits of your partnership. Without your magic, however… it seems that LUCY can actually lift more than you, by ratio of height. She doesn't seem to notice this, however.
Near the end of the week, you are approached by a lesser member of the staff. "Mister Klokov, you are to report to the administration building at 1300 hours." [Fluff Thread Event]
>> [Strength 7/10]
>> Add Bonus: Gym Buddy - Alexei and LUCY gain a modest bonus when working out together.
[Jenni]
Something primal starts to come out as you continue training, and you also learned a few valuable lessons from your little fight with that shit Azzy. Unfortunately, LUCY seems to spend more time working out with that muscle guy Alexei, rather than sparring with you. The other people in the boxing club are more than happy to fill in as your sparring partners, due to your progress. One in particular is soon chatting with you more as a friend than a stranger, too! A Serbian, he seems to care little of your past actions, and you even sense that you could actually -tell- him things that you normally wouldn't. Part of you wonders if he has seen what you have, or if he just possesses some sort of crazy ability to make people open up…
Your studies are negatively impacted by the events of the weeks, though.
>> Add: [Jevrem Milorad, 3rd Year - Friend]
>> Add Skill: [Hand-to-Hand]
>> [Trained Hand-to-Hand 3/20] [Study: 4/???]
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160ad7 No.19649
[Adamma]
Training with Wasswa continues, day after day…
Communing with the spirits is a strange experience. Clearing your mind can be difficult at times, with the pulse of your heart often distracting you. No, wait. That isn't -your- heart. Oh, wow! You can hear it, but not from within you. This pulse is coming from the South… You are certain that it is from HOME.
>> [Trained Primodrial Dance: 11/20] [Spirit Communication - AFRICA: 7/10]
[Else]
>> No post
[Lucy]
Working out with Alexei is a damned fine way to push yourself, and you even manage to check out those rumors that Shirley told you about… they might be true! Despite that, your competative nature and nanites result in quite a bit of progress from working out with Alexei. He still lifts a solid set of weights more than you, however.
Jotaro is quickly relegated to supporting tasks, like getting you both water, food and wiping down machines. He makes SOME progress, you guess.
>> [Strength 7/10]
>> Add Bonus: Gym Buddy - Alexei and LUCY gain a modest bonus when working out together.
[Viktor]
Your training continues! Win or Lose, you learn from each match…
Your floozies learn that Konstantin's girlfriend likes chocolate, mecha, extremely rare (with Japan being destroyed) sake, and that she is dating a 4th year student that is a mechanic for the front-line mecha squad operated by the school. His name is Rico Sosimo.
>>[Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style 19/20]
[Lilian]
The pain of being dumped by that asshole finally hits you. You're not sobbing, but it just wrecks your focus. Damn him! You make no progress on your agility training, and very little in CAD Coding.
>> [CAD Coding 6/10]
[Moko]
You spend some time in the Boxing Club. Mostly with Jenni, and slowly decreasing amounts of LUCY… it seems she is working out in the gym a LOT with some muscled guy? You quickly learn that hand-to-hand can be exhausting and painful…
After your little incident in the sparring room, you find yourself being studied by a number of people, including the lady that gave you the lecture on the enemies you might have to face. They don't tell you much of what is actually happening, until the Dean of Students comes to visit you. Why can't you remember her name?
"Miss Monomolonotoroko," She actually pronounced your last name? Is she Japanese?
"You shall learn to control your powers, and you will be joining me for instruction every day until you do. Now come, we begin immediately."
In the sparring arena once again, she stands before you. "Now then, summon your weapon."
When you summon a few small chains, she frowns. "Shouldn't you tell me all the… how and stuff?"
"Why and how you have your powers is a series of lectures, learning control has no use for that information. Now summon your -weapon- and not those little parlor tricks."
>> You -must- spend at least 1 action a turn on training control until it is complete.
>> [Hand-to-Hand 4/10] [Control 2/???]
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160ad7 No.19650
[Hogan]
Training isn't easy, BROTHER! But thankfully, those that honor the DEMANDMENTS have an easier time than others! Armed with a healthy, VITAMIN-INFUSED array of PASTA, you help everyone in the Martial Arts Club do better! ALL THE LITTLE HULKSTERS DIG INTO THAT PASTA, and you have to make more. LOTS MORE.
Ouch, BROTHER. There is certainly A LOT OF KNOWLEDGE TO TAKE IN.
>> [Trained Atomic Leg Drop Style 2/10]
[Mikasi]
>>No Post
[Azzy]
Getting your ass kicked by Jenni put a serious kink in your training, but you do learn from the fight itself. Man, your face hurts.
>>[GM Correction: trained skills are 20, not 10 point deals. Doubles bonus enhanced due to this being my error.]
>>[Trained Necrojutsu 10/20]
[Krieg]
Krieg finds that he is easily distracted from his studies, and does in fact still need to sleep. It isn't so much his body, as his brain that needs the rest.
Learning hand-to-hand combat without muscle memory is difficult, but Krieg makes decent headway!
>> [Hand-to-Hand 4/10] [Study: 1/???]
[Colin]
You manage to locate one of the best sources of information on Angels: Konstantin. It seems that he has fought with the creatures before, and even defeated one in combat with a giant mecha! The idea that there seem to be multiple sources of Angels is a bit worrying, however.
Your physical training goes less than stellar, however. It seems that a fellow student's suggestion to work out using a video of an animated creature that likes to 'move it move it' isn't all that great of a suggestion.
"I hear you are searching for information, Colin." Doctor Alexandra Kein seems to be amused by your attempts at exercise.
>> [Stamina 1/10]
[William MASON]
These nanomachinery classes are painfully simple. Ugh. Why are they teaching you JAVASCRIPT?
You have much better luck finding the Sport Shooting Club. They have an assortment of weapons you can train with, and a magical girl is even practicing archery. She isn't that bad looking, despite the- OH SHIT DID SHE SEE YOU STARING AT HER? ACT NORMAL.
You train with a modest selection of weapons, as a beginner. Unfortunately you're not allowed to carry weapons on campus as a first year, so the guns will have to stay at the shooting club.
>> [Player's choice (Pistol or Rifle) Marksmanship 7/10]
[Seamus]
You join the Martial Arts Club, and soon find yourself training against a wild mixture of personalities. There is even a damned kraut that thinks he is hot shit, and… are you drunk, or is that Hulk Hogan in a oddly japanese younger body?
Regardless, you manage to convince a few of the mecha mechanics to help you with an idea you had… for some drink, of course! They happily show you sketches, and you drunkenly nod when then start talking about the prototype.
>> [Trained (Player's choice of known) Style 9/20] [Electro Gauntlets ???/???]
>Add: [Patricio Virgilio, 3rd year - Acquaintance] [Chike Taonga, 1st year - Acquaintance]
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160ad7 No.19656
>>19650
>Name: William Mason.
>Gender: Male, of course.
>Race: Scottish Human.
>Age: 20
>Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
>Reputation: Unknown
>Status:
[Health: 10(10)]
[Ego: 10(15)]
[Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
[Nanite Swarm (Via Nano-Control Backpack)]
>Skills:
[Rifle Marksmanship (7/10)]
>Equipment & Things:
[Personal Quarters - Spartan]
[1st Year Uniform]
[Nano-Control Backpack (Store-bought Mind Reader) (70kg of Nanites]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Gray Tides - Your nanites may not be able to fly, but they do allow for some interesting abilities. You can do almost anything with these nanites, so long as the GM does not veto it.
Nanites are Slow - You are at a severe disadvantage when it comes to reacting to speed. Beware of kids with giant eyebrows, bowl cuts, and training weights on their limbs. They might be able to move faster than your san- I mean nanites can react!
(No actions here, as one of the actions is dependent on the fluff to do)
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160ad7 No.19657
| Rolled 44, 79 = 123 (2d100) |
>>18635
>>19649
1. Continue lessons. However maybe I should invite Azzy to train together some times, Wasswa did say I could fight other students as part of my training. Maybe together we can advance further then apart. Our styles can be similar in certain ways after all, and the differences should also help each other. [Trained Primordial Dance: 11/20]
2. The spirit communication class was so interesting. I think I can continue on my own though now. What could possibly go wrong? [Spirit Communication - AFRICA: 7/10]
http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm
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160ad7 No.19659
| Rolled 44, 91 = 135 (2d100) |
>>19656
(Actually, it turns out that scenes that lasted up until the update get nuked, so, I'll post on)
1: "That, uh, Brazilian woman provided some of her nanomachinery under her own request. Something about boosting the strength it gives her even more… Well, a friend of Moko's a friend of mine, e-even if she could, well, rip me apart if given the chance."
(Research the nanomachines that Lucy has)
2: "To be honest, I do kinda miss my personal targets from day to day… But my aim's getting better!"
(Continue training the Rifle Marksmanship)
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160ad7 No.19661
| Rolled 47, 12, 24 = 83 (3d100) |
http://pastebin.com/FFyM3x9Z
[Jenni]
–
Actions: [Operation Date Night, Study, Mood]
–
1. Jenni buys some alcohol through Lucy's booze hookup and then establishes what has been termed by her "operation date night" with Colin. She thinks this will help her with another round of sleepless nights. She's also trying to borrow a dress because she can't really get off campus… [Operation Date Night]
2. Jenni keeps studying. She remembers a few books on Kaiju her mother talked about once. She suspects her mother had an interesting career in the service before she met dad…[Study]
3. While she has been feeling better because of Colin, the nights have been… [Mood]
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160ad7 No.19667
| Rolled 16, 7 = 23 (2d100) |
>>19647
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Anima Caeli (Magic Bow)]
+ [Arrow Magic]
+ [Soul - 16(20)]
+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
+ [Decent Brandy]
+[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
+[+10 Credits]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
Leachery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
Relationships:
+[Jack 'Oakley' Anderson, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Friend] [Beth 'Liz' Burns, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Lilian L. - ???]
Clubs:
Sport Shooting Club
1. Continue my archery practice 5/10
2. Begin practicing my magic in the prepared zone, practicing accessing my magic without transforming.
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160ad7 No.19668
| Rolled 56, 78 = 134 (2d100) |
[Krieg]
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Skills/Weapons Systems:
-[Strength]
-[Tough]
-[ARES INTEGRATED PALM SHOT]
-[ARES INTEGRATED MONO BAYONET]
>Reputation: [Rich Kid]
>Relationships:
-[Lilian LeStrange| Ditzy Girl| She was touchy.]
-[Colin| Ex-Friend| He betrayed me.| Clueless]
-[Lucy| Friend?| A total slob.| I mouthed off too much to her.]
-[Adamma| Friend| She's young.]
-[Jenni Calicott| Evil| I don't even know where to start with her.| Very slim chance she has good intentions?]
-[Gwen Masters| Friend| Funniest person here.| Actually cheers me up.]
-[Azzy| Best Friend| Good intents.| She's too critical sometimes.]
-[Moko Maku| Ex-Friend| She turned on me.| Really fun to fight.]
-[Viktor| Guy I Fought]
-[Seamus| Drunk.| I have almost no legitimate reaction to him. He's just sort of there sometimes.]
>Equipment & Things:
-[Personal Quarters - Spartan]
-[1st Year Uniform]
-[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
-ARES BRAND ACHILLES - You're a weaponized cyborg that is mostly a robot. You are resistant to most mundane forms of damage, and fatigue isn't quite the same issue for you as others. On the other hand, you don't heal so much as you need to be repaired. Your body can only be upgraded with weapons or features when you can return home to be upgraded or switched to a new shell.
-ACHILLES HEEL - As a robot, you are limited to learning skills that your mind can apply. Your body is a static feature unless upgraded, which you can not do yourself.
—–
-Hand-to-Hand (4/10)
-Study (1/???)
—–
1. Keep studying. Whatever they're learning this week, Krieg needs to have a firm grasp on it. He's not at all trying to keep his mind off of things. Why do people think he's high tension right now?
2. Krieg needs to find a source to the outside. Someone with an off campus pass. After the rude awakening to the fact he can't buy anything with ease here (some made up currency his real money doesn't transfer into) he's just going to pay money for someone to spend his money. Krieg needs a /lot/ of party supplies, luxury items for his room, some ARES STATE OF THE ART ELECTRIC BLAST GAUNTLETS, an ARES sword (Just get whatever is most expensive. Actually, get several, I need to find /my/ blade of choice.), some aura vision contact lenses, a suit (I have all my size measurements written down, don't worry), a prosthetic… yes (it's for a friend who doesn't have the credits or cash. Get her something /really/ nice.), some books on power utilization by techno-enhanced. Don't worry he wrote it down and has the cash to cover it, there's a lot of money in it for whoever buys the stuff for him, too.
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160ad7 No.19670
| Rolled 6, 76 = 82 (2d100) |
>>19647
To be filled in by the player:
Name: Konstantin [Nom de guerre: "Excalibur"]
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasian
Age: 16-23 (unknown)
Fluff: There are many mysteries in the history of man, and often when man fails to rationalize a logical reason as to why said events are occurring, he looks to the occult for answers. Konstantin is one such answer, a test-tube baby grown from a human embryo spliced with DNA located in the deep reaches of Siberia, from the Dyatlov Pass incident. The resulting baby came out human enough, and for reasons unknown, was trained in the arts of war. But this is certain; young Konstantin's childhood was one of brutal training and a spartan lifestyle, as once the facility was shutdown, he was confined to the Gulag. Then the fire nati- The horror from the pacific rim attacked. His "home" burned as ungodly things rushed forth from holes in reality, he saw the very Earth itself crack under the weight of creatures that were unto gods, so powerful and immense were they. He saw his handlers ripped limb from limb, his prison reduced to non-euclidean geometries, and the very heavens themselves rage against the earth. He ran, lower and lower in the bowels of the Gulag, attempting to escape the horrors above, and he finally thought his brief, miserable existence over when the roof caved in on him. Several days later he awoke in a horse drawn wagon outside of Moscow, a gruff old man who said nothing to him was driving. Upon reaching the city he was immediately taken by gruffer men, covered in scars and with an aura that can only be described as "Dreadful" -KGB- and sequestered to a training facility deep within the Urals. From here he was trained to pilot the massive Mechas that are called upon to face the Megalithic creatures that spew forth from the void to destroy our planet, and failures in simulation meant beating and ration cutting in reality. Very soon, he achieved nothing less then perfect scores on all simulations, as he knew what the alternative would be. A result of this harsh upbringing, Konstantin has had some trouble adapting to a normal lifestyle, he's as fierce as a bear if you manage to piss him off, quite likely to pulp your skull with his fist, heedless of his own Injuries in the process. For a long while, he had to be kept separate from other people, then he was sent to Euro 'Apocalypse' Central Academy, where his skills would be truly tested in the fiery crucible in which the only true heroes are forged. The one place where all men truly share the same rank, regardless of what kind of parasitic scum they were going in. War. It was here he met his best friend, a German lad by the name of Viktor, and for the first time in his life, Konstantin had a friend. Now he struggles against a multitude of things, to deal with the changing emotions in his head, the people around him who are either is friends, or just waiting to stab him in the back; and most of all, The colossal horrible terrifying monsters that shake the very Earth with their wrath. Yet he endures, and in the cold winters to come, when his enemies succumb to the bitter grip of the freezing winds, he will grow stronger. Yes, winter is coming, winter is coming for us all. Also, this cool suit is awesome, but does it have to be so tight? Bitchin' horn though….
Archetype: Emotionally Abused Youngster
Status: [Health: 8(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Skilled Mecha Pilot]
Reputation: Obvious Loner.
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][CCCP Issue Plug Suit][20 Credits][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Viktor S. - Friend] [Kelly Yamato, 3rd Year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Academy is Vacation - You survived the Gulag and those bastards after it. Reduce all damage to your Health by 1 per turn. Reduce all damage to EGO and Edge by 2 per turn.
Victory or Death - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
Back in the USSR - These fools do not know how lucky they are. They'll never understand you, and you'll never trust them. How could you? They're here to hurt you! Noticeable penalty to social interactions.
1. Things outside of the dorm are trouble for now, I'm sure of it. I'll just stay inside and study for my classes, it is getting along in the semester anyway, midterms should be soon
2. After a dutiful amount of studying, I suppose I can risk a few hours to train in a mecha, see how it really feels to pilot a god-machine.
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160ad7 No.19701
| Rolled 13, 93 = 106 (2d100) |
>>19650
Dice roll Rolled 23, 7 = 30 (2d100)
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling]
Reputation: Motivational Big Brother
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Friends: [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, Third Year], [Viktor S. - Acquaintance], [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Azzy W. - Acquaintance], [Haim Hirsh, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Amanda Greyhail, 3rd Year, SC - Friend], [Moko M. - Lazy Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
Cool Head 6/10
Atomic Leg Drop 2/10
1. "Brother, so much knowledge– I've gotta stay on top and KEEP COOL, man, while I study and get things DONE, man."
Study, practicing keeping a COOL HEAD while he does so.
2. "More PASTA, brother, for me, and for YOU, now, man, after me– PUNCH, PUNCH, STOMP, PUNCH! Like THAT at the BAG, brother!"
Train the Atomic Leg Drop Style.
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160ad7 No.19703
| Rolled 64, 79 = 143 (2d100) |
>>19649
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
+ [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Rico Sosimo, 4th Year - Trying to steal my best friends girl]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
>Credits: 30
>Income:
+ [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
>> Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style 19/20
1. Viktor had sunk many hours into his combat training, yet he had not managed to succeed in any challenge. It was uncertain what he could do to improve, but try to partake in even more excercises, rapidly eating away at his free time. But perhaps he was going all wrong about it? Perhaps it was not the physical component that was lacking? He had a week to find out.
>> Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style 19/20
2. So they were dating? That could mean anything. The intel was faulty but then again the floozies were only women. Konstantin was perfect for that girl verdammt! He was a mecha guy and Viktor was pretty sure Konstantin would just love chocolate. With his floozies at his side he would try to accidentally spoil the honorary aryan girl's dates with the other guy and bring her into compromising situations along with Konstantin. Nothing. And absolutely nothing, could POSSIBLY go wrong with this.
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160ad7 No.19705
| Rolled 12, 38 = 50 (2d100) |
1. Take some me-time to get myself under control and my mind sharp.
2. Back to work on the coding, gotta power through it.
>> [CAD Coding 6/10]
>><<
Name: Lilian LeStrange
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 19
Fluff: >>13923 (You)
Archetype: Techno Magician, Class 1
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Purple Ray] [Black Fire Ball]
>><<
>Progress
[Agility 7/10] [CAD Coding 5/10]
>><<
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Wrist CAD]
Relationships: [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance] [Lucy - Friend] [Gwen M. - Lover][Huang Yun, 1st Year - Friend] [Josephine Kylee, 1st year - Friend]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Purple Rain, Purple Rain - You've learned that sometimes a spell that does nothing but distract an interrupt can be as powerful as a spell carefully crafted. You have a vast library of cantrips that can fill a space with purple-black spells that do very, very little other than make colors.
Life is Short, Love Fast - Some people have been known to question the pace at which you can fall in love. Ignore them, they're idiots that can't understand how deep and emotional your relationships are!
Lechery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
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160ad7 No.19707
| Rolled 16, 25 = 41 (2d100) |
>>19650
>>19650
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: http://pastebin.com/VF7m5kbz
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 8(10)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 7(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu][Trained Necrojutsu 10/20]
Reputation: Unknown
Clubs: Martial Arts Club
Credits: 40
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit]
[Hogan H. - Well Meaning Friend with no concept of personal space]
[Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
[Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
[Wasswa 'Rhodie' Amadi, 4th Year - Acquaintance]
[Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Friend]
[Jenni C.- Monster, Demon Souled,Enemy, She bears watching. Patience is key]
[Krieg M. -Impulsive Cyborg Friend, Need to keep him out of Trouble.]
[Adamma I.- Sparring partner, Young mystic, Friend]
[Moko M. - Lazy acquaintance who might be narcoleptic; Something is up with her powers, keep an eye on her.]
[Lucy- Amazonian thug I accidentally groped.]
[Gwen M.- Archer magical girl with slightly off standard aura. Seems alright. Friendly Acquaintance]
[Victor S.- That kid who kicks ass in MA. Steer clear.]
[Seamus - Drunk asshole who faked a seizure and puked on my door]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
1.My spars with Adamma and fight with Jenni have made it PAINFULLY clear that I have gotten sloppy with my forms. I should have done much better against both of them with ease. [Keep training Necrojutsu skills.] (10/20)
2. Hmm. It's time to add more than just raising the dead to my casting repertoire. A curse to weaken and debilitate foes seems appropriate. It can possibly even be used in school as an alternative to an actual fight. Which would be nice. Even if it doesn't avert the fight it would give me a clear advantage. [Lab time: Research; Curse of weakening]
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160ad7 No.19739
>>19650
Colin regards the Doctor, he did not know her very well but her lecture was quite informative. "Indeed I am, Doctor Kein. I was actually hoping to ask you about Angels, if you had a moment. Thank you for seeking me out." Idly Clovis is curious about why she seemed so amused by Colin's attempts at exercise, was he doing it wrong?
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160ad7 No.19746
| Rolled 4, 4, 1, 3, 4, 2, 1, 4, 1, 1, 4, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 4, 1, 3, 1, 3, 2, 4, 2, 3, 4, 4, 1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 1, 3, 2, 2, 4, 1, 3, 4, 4, 3, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 4, 2, 4, 2, 1, 2, 4, 1, 1, 4, 2, 3, 4, 3, 1, 4, 2, 2, 2, 1, 3, 1, 1, 2, 3, 1, 3, 4, 2, 3, 1, 2, 4, 4, 3, 4, 1, 3, 4, 2, 2, 2, 4, 2, 4, 4, 2, 1, 2, 3, 1 = 239 (100d4) |
>>19649
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 11] [Edge: 8]
Powers/Enhancements: [??? Weapon: Chains] [???]
Relationships: [Koko M. - Hyper Guy][Lilian L - Crazy Girl?] [Jenni C. - Flirty? Friend][Hulk H. - Motivational Friend]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Credits: 30 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
Demandments - Your time with Hulk Haruku has been quite beneficial. You gain a minor bonus to training, so long as you have a partner. If your partner is Hulk Haruku, you gain a larger bonus due to his infectious energy.
Battle of the Beams - Sometimes you're more lost than a German bomber landing at a British airfield in England in early 1941. Your ability to read body language often leads to really, really strange thoughts and a fear of commitment!
Smoke on the Water, Fire in the Kitchen - You should never, ever be allowed to cook. Or mix any two substances together, really.
I Need A Hot Shower - No sir, you did not like what happened in that bed. Why do people do that? You need a hot shower just THINKING about that.
[Hand-to-Hand 4/10] [Control 2/???]
1) Moko breathed heavily as she staggers about the sparing arena. She was not used to this much effort. Again and again, she was getting slammed and pounded, mostly due to her lack of previous sparing talent. However, thanks to some of Hulk's encouragement, she gets back up. The easiest way to make it through this school alive was to train right? And the easiest way is always Moko's first choice: Continue training with Hulk.
2) Moko stands awkwardly in the room with the teacher. She tries again, trying to summon the chains. They appear, but once again, they are naught but the feeble kind. Ugh. And that teacher. Theres that look again. Disappointment. If only she could get it right, she wouldn't HAVE to do this. Ugh. More /work/. Its not even worth getting angry over…But that stare…Man, come on, just please do it…
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160ad7 No.19747
| Rolled 1, 1 = 2 (2d1) |
((Well shit. Theres that.))
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160ad7 No.19749
| Rolled 16, 92 = 108 (2d100) |
man, why cant I get this right
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160ad7 No.19782
| Rolled 30, 90 = 120 (2d100) |
>>19647
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 6(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet] [AP Lance Shot - Crude] [Lesser True Sight]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend][Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
Yes join Magical Engineering Club.
1&2. Start learning more about CAD creation and magical engineering. I don't actually know too much about it, and being able to upgrade my rifle will be good.
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160ad7 No.19843
>>18541
Regalia said I could potentially join, hope I didn't screw this form up somehow.
Name: Lak Bardem
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 18
Fluff: Lak was a young child when his father were killed by a class D. After his father was killed he became very interested in fighting threats and has been training in Machine Gun Fist style ever since. When his letter from the academy came in he accepted hoping to meet new fighters and get stronger.
Archetype: Mystic Martial
to be filled in by GM:
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10] [Edge: 10]
Powers/Enhancements:
Reputation:
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
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160ad7 No.19940
>>19739
Doctor Kein shrugs at Colin. "We don't know much, really. Only four facilities have experience fighting Angels, two of them have been destroyed. We haven't announced that Massachusetts was wiped out several weeks ago before the Angel could be taken down. Word has it the mech had to deploy a pair of NT mines manually."
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160ad7 No.19943
| Rolled 87, 59 = 146 (2d100) |
>>19647
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: He's a big guy
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
'Muscle Wizard' - The girls of the Cooking Club swoon when you flex your muscles, and they swear sparkles fill the air when you show off your body! Minor bonus to physical combat and strength.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
Club: Cooking Club
Relationships: [Amanda North, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Aysel Tahire, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Elisabetta Palmira, 3rd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Ivano Pietro, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Mitchel Baker, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 15(15)] [Edge: 15(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 16(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
1) Loading the new 100 pound bars up with as much weight as possible, Alexei tries to set a new PR. [Strength 7/10]
2) A spark of inspiration(and an actual one) goes off, and the massive Russian rushes off to the student store. Grabbing as many blank posters as he can carry, as well as markers and tape, Alexei ferries his supplies back to his dorm room.
Over night, the campus is suddenly covered in posters announcing a "night of the movies". Everyone is supposed to bring their favorite movie, and hopefully some snacks.
The janitors think back longingly for a time without super powered teenagers.
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160ad7 No.19956
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Satus: [Health: 8(15)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
Gym Buddy - Alexei and LUCY gain a modest bonus when working out together.
In Progress:
>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10]
>Add: [Else W. - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance]
>Add: [Booze Source - 10 Credits per Bottle]
>Gain: [Jōtarō Arakawa, 1st Year - Subservient Follower] (have fun with that)\
Projects:
[Strength 7/10]
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160ad7 No.19957
| Rolled 13, 65 = 78 (2d100) |
>>19956
>>19943
1. Still determined not to be outdone by Alexei, Lucy is quicky to follow on his tail, trying to match the weights he lifts and get SWOLE
>Gym Buddy - Alexei and LUCY gain a modest bonus when working out together
[Strength 7/10]
>>19659
2. "Why did nobody freaking tell me we have a fucking RANGE here"
See if I can't get some training and specifically make requests to orient myself towards heavy fire support as a combat role.
Particularly a belt fed auto-cannon with a huge ammo pack, or a really big artillery piece I can fire in my hands.
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160ad7 No.19958
>>19940
Colin is extremely confused and he expresses this by cocking his head. "More than one angel attacked Massachusetts. I do not know who you got your information from, but they are mistaken. I personally viewed two separate angels in Massachusetts, one of which is still alive.” Colin looks to the west, his brows furrowed. “The living one is also known by the academies database, it is named Armaros. Captain Lewis of Team Exodus activated his inner path to face it, he ended up being forced to sacrifice himself dealing severe but ultimately superficial damage to the angel. It slew all of Team Exodus and beyond that I do not know where it now is.” Colin is silent for a while as he stares to the west before looking back to the doctor. “If you have any thoughts or input for how I can improve myself then, I beg of you, please tell me. The threats that plague humanity are vast and they are strong. I must grow and improve if I am to face them.”
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160ad7 No.20183
>>19940
Colin can see the doctor consider something but hold her tongue for some reason. So he shares his own thoughts on the matter. “Something has become clear to me from our conversation. The academy and by extension the majority of humanity know awfully little of Angels. If I could I would share with all of you the secrets of what I am. But I do not know. In the future my own abilities might enable me to simply know the answer but for the time being such a horizon is far off.” Colin looks to the west. “Like many others”.
Colin looks back to the doctor. “One of the many aspects of humanity that I admire is their ability to learn, adapt, and advance. I would like to take advantage of that.” Colin puts a hand to his chest and looks the Doctor in the eye. “I offer my body to humanity to further it’s understanding of angels on the condition that I do not lose my ability to grow or fight and that the research is used in part to assist my development into a worthy ultimate project of the late Doctor Nikolay as a weapon of humanity.” Colin maintains his resolute stature as he allows his words to sink in before a light, casual smile appears upon his face and he continues. “If it helps, just think of it as an extracurricular activity.”
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160ad7 No.20185
>>20183
"Well, since you offered…"
[Doctor Kein accepts… FOR SCIENCE!]
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160ad7 No.20188
| Rolled 46, 52 = 98 (2d100) |
>>19650
Name: Colin
Gender: Boy
Race: Unknown, appears human.
Age: 21
Fluff:
>>16241
Archetype: Techno Enhanced.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Mini AT Field]
Reputation: Unknown
Relationships:
Seamus: A Friend
Krieg: Friend
Jenni: Girlfriend.
Konstantine: What is this…
Moko: Acquaintance
Doctor Kein: Extracurricular science activates!
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
What The Hell Are You!? - You're not natural. But you can produce AT fields that are effectively indestructible. Will you be a hero for humanity or the doom of everyone?
False Man - You're not a normal human, and anyone in intimate contact with you will soon begin to notice this.
1. Colin participates in extracurricular activities to improve himself and further humanities understanding of angels.
2. Colin continues his Stamina training, now with doctor Kein’s advice on which exercises will actually help him. 1/10
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160ad7 No.20193
[Gwen]
Maybe it is your attempt to access your magic without transforming. Maybe it is the idea of leading a team of Magical Kids into a fight against Witches.
Whatever it actually is, you find that the last two weeks are like trying to build a sand castle in the surf. Do you hate the beach? You feel like you should hate the beach, right now.
Regardless, the school issues you a BEEPER of all things. Apparently, devices that allow you to communicate are a security threat, but a BEEPER will alert you to head to the briefing room. Lovely.
>> Add: [Strike 5 Leader] [Beeper]
[William FARMER]
With the help of the Magical Engineering Club and Lise, you manage to learn the basics of CADs. Caster Assistance Devices are essentially a cross between a magical focus and a computer, aiding the mage in casting by running pre-determined spell components that would generally take the user much longer to deal with. In most cases, the mage simply needs to focus upon a few variables like range and strength of the various spell components, rather than focusing upon every detail. This allows for a number of advantages and even CAD devices that aim spells for the user like, and sometimes obviously modelled after, guns.
While you can't build your own CAD device, you have certainly learned the basics of how to modify a CAD.
>>Add: [CAD Modding]
[Konstantin]
The feeling of power that courses through you, even in the modest training mecha that barely looks over a three story building, is almost addictive. Konstantin forgets about studying as he devotes more and more time to mastering the new machine, finding that his previous experience transfers easily!
>> Add Skill: [Mecha Combat]
(Note, this is different from [Skilled Mecha Pilot], which is a minor bonus and lowers your mecha-related skill point requirements)
[Alexei]
You set a new PR, beating your old PR by a solid 50 pounds!
Posters announcing 'a night of movies' are scattered around campus, and the janitors are indeed rumored to long for the days before you damned kids had super powers. Oh no! You forgot to pick out a movie!
Good thing you messed up the date, and you have until next week! Wow, that would have been awkward. More awkward than when the school assigned you an arcaic BEEPER.
>>Add: [Strength] [Strike 5 Member] [BEEPER]
>>[Greater Strength 2/20]
>> A NIGHT OF MOVIES APPROACHES!
[Jenni]
You manage to secure some booze and borrow a dress for Operation Date Night.
Unfortunately your sleep begins to include nightmares of your dead friends, lovers, and victims. Even studying seems to inflict these terrible visions upon you, and soon the idea of attempting to study begins to trigger vivid flashbacks.
>> Add Eccentricity (until next dreams roll): Books Trigger Me - Jenni finds that studying is almost a phobia due to her flashbacks. Jenni may not study for 3 turns.
[Adamma]
You continue your training, but it seems that Azzy is in a bit of a slump. But you begin to feel the heartbeat of Africa more clearly! You are unable to get Africa to -speak- to you, but you can feel that Africa's gaze is upon you when you meditate.
>> Add: [Spirit Communication - AFRICA], +1 EGO, +1 EDGE
>> [Trained Primordial Dance: 13/20]
[Else]
>>No Post
[Lucy]
Try as you might, Alexei seems to leave you behind in the growth of his strength! He does seem to actually help you a little, however.
Finding that there is a weapons range, LUCY begins spending copious amounts of time there. Both filing numerous forms to get a BIG ASS GUN and then training while she waits for requisitions to actually get it. In the mean time, she practices with an anti-material rifle that she constantly worries will break in her hands.
>> [Strength 8/10] [Specialist Marksmanship - Support 4/10]
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160ad7 No.20194
[Viktor]
Viktor finds that his ability to numb opponents can now be projected beyond his hands, roughly to a distance of an extra hand length! Numerous opponents are caught off guard before some of the senior members of the Martial Arts Club volunteer to help determine the limits of this improvement to Viktor's abilities!
You begin to lay out the ground work for your plot, and the Floozies are more than happy to help you spoil the target's dates. You've only mild success at this, however. And it seems that despite your efforts, Konstantine and Miss Yamato remain in situations lacking your personal touch. The Floozies suggest that you get him OUT of the MECHA for that. Or get her IN to the MECHA…
Hey, are they planning to help you or stuff themselves into a Mecha with Konstantine?
>> Revise: [Kraut Ninjutsu Style] to [Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style]!
>> [Sosimo Sabotage - ???]
[Lilian]
The 'me' time doesn't seem to help! Why won't it help? Are you a bad person? Are you not good enough for others? You don't understand!
Eventually, you pull yourself together enough to throw yourself at work… somewhat.
>> [CAD Coding 7/10]
[Moko]
The strain of training to control your powers takes its toll upon your limited energy.
The chains and even a copy of Moko's uniform begin to form as Moko will them, though her control is not yet complete. Holding her own against the Dean of Students is exhausting, but Moko is fighting respectably with chains the width of her forearm. Though they seem more like ordinary chains rather than the seemingly alive ones that attacked Krieg, Moko is fully in control and fending off the Dean.
A chain the size of Moko rises beside her, blocking an attack Moko didn't even -see-. How did the Dean move nearly eight meters that quickly!? The chain is slashed in half and the Dean retreats as Moko suppresses the flare up of her powers.
"That is enough for today. We move to the why you have your powers…"
>>Revise Bonus: [???] to [Pandora Hybrid] - No one is exactly sure -how- you came to possess the stigmata of a Pandora within your body, but your powers defy the conventional understanding of how Pandoras received their powers. While scientists debate the how and why, your powers are much more understood. You can summon chains the thickness of your arm to fight, mostly originating from your back or limbs, and you can even form a version of your school uniform made from the same stuff, granting you the benefits of armor. In addition, you regain half of your max HP every turn, though crippling injuries may still take months to recover from.
>>Revise: [??? Weapon: Chains] to [Pandora Weapon: Chains] ; [???] to [Pandora Uniform]
[Hogan]
You're a cool customer, BROTHER. WHEN YOU AREN'T PREACHING THE DEMANDMENTS AND LAYING A SMACK DOWN UPON YOUR OPPONENTS! OH NO, MACHO IS IN FOR- OOOOOOOOH AN ATOMIC LEG DROP! Though you didn't use any of the Atomic Leg Drop's real power on Macho, the true power of the leg drop has just begun to unlock…
And BROTHER, let me tell YOU. The Academy has been forced to order a whole lot of new shirts. There is a very busy quartermaster every time you tear a new shirt open.
>> [Atomic Leg Drop - Weak] (This attack is currently capable of leaving an imprint of your attack in metal, and doing serious damage to wood or concrete. The latter hurts a bit.)
[Mikasi]
>>No post
[Azzy]
You train and study, but despite the help of Adamma it seems that the past few weeks have simply taken their toll upon your body and mind. At least the increased rest you get helps somewhat.
>> + 1 HP
[Krieg]
Keep on Studying… Actually, that bit there was kind of, no. Not interesting at all.
Most of the people holding an off-campus pass don't seem too interested in your offer. After all, they're here to save the world and you're some spoiled rich kid to them.
Hig Johnstan doesn't mind being bribed with money good in the outside world, though. You'll need to ensure the money gets to him next week, and your list is finalized. And he makes it clear that this arrangement doesn't make you friends. 15% markup on anything he gets you.
>>Study: 3/???
>>Add Contact: [Hig Johnstan, 4th Year - Off Campus Goods]
[Colin]
Colin briefly wonders what Jenni would think if she knew he spent hours in the nude, strapped to various tables and devices, and being bombarded with various forms of radiation or having blood drawn. Doctor Kein and various other scientists seem quite interested in every result…
And they even give Colin workout advice that seems to help!
>> [SCIENCE! 2/???] [Stamina 3/10]
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160ad7 No.20197
[GM META: TIME FUCKERY, HO! I'll be changing what few dates have been given so far so that APOCALYPSE ACADEMY CHRISTMAS IS NEXT TURN. HO HO HO!]
>>EVENT!
Snow has fallen over the Academy, just in time for christmas! All characters may roll an additional d100 this turn if they wish to CRAFT GIFTS TO THEIR FELLOWS (and -only- CRAFT. Bribing people to buy shit for you is a normal action, KRIEG). Doesn't the holiday spirit just FILL YOU WITH CRAFTY ENERGY?
>>Event!
Word spreads across school that there will be a movie night! BE THERE OR BE SQUARE! And BRING A DAMNED MOVIE TO SHARE!
>>News
Word spreads around the school that Massachusetts has fallen to an Angel attack. There is footage of an Angel being destroyed by a mecha deploying a pair of nuclear mines to the monster and manually detonating them, which seems to have destroyed the Angel.
>New Mechanic!
Every 2 week turn that you do not LOSE HP, you regain 1 HP, in addition to any bonus HP from actions or bonuses. (player tracked)
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160ad7 No.20198
| Rolled 98, 98, 30 = 226 (3d100) |
1. Training continues. Hopefully this helps Azzy recover. If not I still enjoy sparring with him. Maybe Wasswa has an idea on how to help him? [Trained Primordial Dance: 13/20]
2. Well. Extracurricular studies are nice and I learned a great deal. Even now I can here the heartbeat of my Africa thrumming in my ears, but my classes here are supposed to help me survive. Time to buckle down and study regular classes. Now lets ee, what next on my class list. Basic Psychic Phenomena. Huh interesting.
3. Craft the best gift I can for Azzy and Wasswa. Of course its gonna be African themed. I shall Channel the Spirit of Africa into these gifts and all my power!
I wonder how'd they like some tribal masks?
First I gotta find some wood or bone. Then a good knife. OH and paint. I wonder if there is a woodshop on campus?
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160ad7 No.20200
| Rolled 3, 88 = 91 (2d100) |
>>20194
Name: Azrael "Azzy" Wilson
Gender: Only the Faculty knows, and they go to great lengths to only refer to Azzy by name, much to the consternation of Azzy's classmates
Race: Human with issues. Effeminate features, blond hair Green eyes. Wears baggy clothes all the time. 5'10 ish covered in void black markings.
Age: 18
Fluff: http://pastebin.com/VF7m5kbz
Archetype: Mystic Martial(Necromancer)
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 7(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Reanimate Corpse] [Necro-Jutsu][Trained Necrojutsu 10/20]
Reputation: Unknown
Clubs: Martial Arts Club
Credits: 50
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Relationships: [Remmy(Wraith) - Friendly Spirit]
[Hogan H. - Well Meaning Friend with no concept of personal space]
[Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
[Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
[Wasswa 'Rhodie' Amadi, 4th Year - Acquaintance]
[Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, 3rd Year - Friend]
[Jenni C.- Monster, Demon Souled,Enemy, She bears watching. Patience is key]
[Krieg M. -Impulsive Cyborg Friend, Need to keep him out of Trouble.]
[Adamma I.- Sparring partner, Young mystic, Friend]
[Moko M. - Lazy acquaintance who might be narcoleptic; Something is up with her powers, keep an eye on her.]
[Lucy- Amazonian thug I accidentally groped.]
[Gwen M.- Archer magical girl with slightly off standard aura. Seems alright. Friendly Acquaintance]
[Victor S.- That kid who kicks ass in MA. Steer clear.]
[Seamus - Drunk asshole who faked a seizure and puked on my door]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Borrowed Traits - Azzy can borrow aspects of nearby undead for short periods of time. This often causes some level of harm to Azzy.
Aura Sight - You ALWAYS see any [Aura] possessed by your classmates or NPCs, and are affected by them as written in the Aura entry.
I See Dead People - Though you can turn corpses to physical undead, you are also able to see undead spirits that others can not. Your preference of having these spirits as your friends cripples your ability to interact with the living in a social sense.
1. Azzy continues to train Necrojutsu, despite the massive frustration felt at their being no head way. This wasn't this hard back when it was first learned was it? As always Azzy attended martials arts club and sparred with Adamma. (Trained Necrojutsu 10/20)
2. With the physical skills hopefully on track, the magical training must be followed. A curse of weakening still needed to be developed.
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160ad7 No.20202
| Rolled 68 (1d100) |
>>20200
Christmas roll.
[Hmm I should make bone charms for Gustav, Hogan, Adamma, Krieg and Gwen. Customized for each of them of course. Hope they turn out well.]
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160ad7 No.20203
>>20194
[William MASON]
You spend a good amount of free time attempting to study the sample of nanites from LUCY, but make little progress. Some of them look to be bonded to various blood cells. Odd.
Time on the range goes much better, and you even meet a fellow first year by the name of Angela Harban. Despite the fact that her combat style is actually melee, she seems to enjoy shooting half-eaten fruit.
>> Add [Rifle Marksmanship]
>> [Angela Harban, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
>> [Trained Rifle Marksmanship 2/20] [LUCY Nanite Research 1/???]
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160ad7 No.20204
| Rolled 100, 15, 73 = 188 (3d100) |
>>20197
http://pastebin.com/Sce2M9YQ
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Anima Caeli (Magic Bow)]
+ [Arrow Magic]
+ [Soul - 16(20)]
+ [Bow Care Meditation Circle]
+ [Decent Brandy]
+[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
+[+10 Credits]
+[Beeper]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Keenly Aware of Perverts - You are no longer a little girl. You've learned to summon your magical weapon without the need to fully transform and give those around you a free show. Your attacks are limited to basic magical arrows until you fully transform, however. Major bonus to defending against peeping toms.
Don't Call Me Princess - You HATE being called "Princess", and will often attack anyone that dares to call you such. You gain a large bonus to attacks against offending parties.
Doom of Magical Girls - All Magical Girls learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul and bring it closer to being devoured. Refill the light of your Soul with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul falls to darkness, try to think positive.
Leachery, Interrupted - Major penalty to any attempt to conceal intimate times. That voice in your head doesn't help, at all.
Relationships:
+[Jack 'Oakley' Anderson, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
[Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Friend]
[Beth 'Liz' Burns, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
[Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
[Name, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
[Lilian L. - ???]
[Krieg - Friend]
[Azzy - Friend?]
[Adamma - Friend?]
[Jenni - ???]
[Moko - ???]
[Lucy - ???]
[Alexei - Subordinate/teammate]
Clubs:
Sport Shooting Club
[Strike 5 Leader]
1. Continue archery Practice 5/10
2. Gather Strike 5 and do teamwork and tactical drills.
3. Find some way to make something nice for Lillian, haven't talked to her in a while and want to make sure she's okay. I dunno, a card seems like not enough and my magic isn't exactly good for crafting. If she was an archer I'd make a quiver, but she's not, shit what does Lillian even like. Right, find out stuff she likes and then make something along those lines. I guess make some stuff for Krieg and Azzy too, ummmm what to make them, man I'm no good at this. -~You could get nude pictures of yourself~- yeeeah, no, not happening. oh-OH! Practical gifts! let's make them a small arrow that will require them to physically break it, but if broken will instantly let me know that they need my help, yeah I'm so smart! Shit I'm gonna have to transform to do this, ah well, might as well, it shouldn't cost me too much magic to make and maintain.
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160ad7 No.20205
| Rolled 87, 73, 59 = 219 (3d100) |
>>20194
Name: Hogan Haruku
Gender: MALE
Race: Genetically Altered Human
Age: Physically 43, Chronologically 17
Fluff: In the darkest hours of the Jazz Crisis, when Japan was under siege, a small cadre of scientists was assigned to create a hero. Using DNA gathered from a recent wrestling exposition and the ancient chi of a dying monk, they managed to create an artificial being with a burning passion for WRESTLING and an unrivaled thirst for RIGHTEOUSNESS. Named Hogan Haruku, after his DNA donor, this young man in a forty three year old man's body was jettisoned to Europe in a stasis capsule in those last precious moments before Japan fell. Now, seventeen years later, Hogan, sporting his handlebar mustache and his enthusiastic love of AMERICA, is ready to throw down in the ring, using his inner chi with precisely honed wrestling moves to devastating effect.
HULKAMANIA'S GONNA RUN WIIIIILD ON YOU, MONSTER BO-ROTHER.
Archetype: Mystic Martial.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling] [Atomic Leg Drop - Weak]
Reputation: Motivational Big Brother
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Hulkmania Bandana]
Friends: [Gustav 'Macho' Traugott, Third Year], [Viktor S. - Acquaintance], [Natasa Elpida, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Isolde Heinrike, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Azzy W. - Acquaintance], [Haim Hirsh, 1st Year - Acquaintance], [Amanda Greyhail, 3rd Year, SC - Friend], [Moko M. - Lazy Acquaintance]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Hulkmania - Oh brother! You're a magnetic personality to your friends and the end of foes that fancy themselves an iron sheik. You gain a minor bonus to befriending or fighting almost anything approximately your size.
Reversal! - Those that practice the Atomic Leg Drop Style understand that a fight can always turn even as your victory seems assured. You, or your foes, may steal combat advantage by rolling an exact double on combat dice.
1. "This new power of mine's got some KICK to it, man, I tell you what– good thing there's no end of WOOD and PLASTIC to train my SKILLS on, brother. I've got to keep my HEELS strong and my MUSCLES stronger!"
Hogan practices his newfound Atomic Leg Drop attack.
2. "All this CHRISTMAS CHEER, brother, it can get to someone's head, yeah, so what I'll do is help set up the MOVIE NIGHT, man! Keep my mind at EASE!"
Hogan practices keeping a cool head as he helps set up the movie night. [6/10]
3. "Christmastime, brother– what better to do than build some hand-crafted crafts? Out of PASTA?"
Make masterful art out of uncooked pasta for Moko, William, Krieg, Azrael and Jenni.
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160ad7 No.20206
>>20203
>Name: William Mason.
>Gender: Male, of course.
>Race: Scottish Human.
>Age: 20
>Archetype: Techno-Enhanced
>Reputation: Unknown
>Status:
[Health: 10(10)]
[Ego: 10(15)]
[Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
[Nanite Swarm (Via Nano-Control Backpack)]
>Skills:
[Rifle Marksmanship (Trained 2/20)]
>Equipment & Things:
[Personal Quarters - Spartan]
[1st Year Uniform]
[Nano-Control Backpack (Store-bought Mind Reader) (70kg of Nanites]
>NPC Relationships:
[Angela Harban, 1st Year - Acquaintance]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Gray Tides - Your nanites may not be able to fly, but they do allow for some interesting abilities. You can do almost anything with these nanites, so long as the GM does not veto it.
Nanites are Slow - You are at a severe disadvantage when it comes to reacting to speed. Beware of kids with giant eyebrows, bowl cuts, and training weights on their limbs. They might be able to move faster than your san- I mean nanites can react!
[LUCY Nanite Research 1/???]
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160ad7 No.20207
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160ad7 No.20208
| Rolled 28, 64, 65 = 157 (3d100) |
>>20193
STATS
http://pastebin.com/CZQj69fS
1. Such power! I love it! I must ha- no, no I mustn't. Self-control is crucial, lest I become like the wild beast. To deal with this outburst, I will devote much more time to studying.
2. The recent - embarrassment- with sparring has taught me that I must also train myself for combat outside of the mecha as much as I do for combat in it. I shall follow comrade viktor to the meeting of his martial club and partake in their sparring lessons.
3. GIFT ROLL
Ah Christmas, I remember it in the gulag, where we passed around our meager rations and the guards beat us a little less harder then normal; it was always nice. I must get something nice for my friends; perhaps a little Mini-mecha for Viktor, and a little cherry bonsai tree for Kelly. I could talk to the members of that wargame club for viktor, and possibly see if the academy has anywhere where I could obtain a small cherry tree. Although the interaction with strangers will no doubt be terrifying and miserable for me, I will get my friends the gifts they deserve, for such nice people deserve nice things.
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160ad7 No.20214
| Rolled 66, 100, 10 = 176 (3d100) |
>>20193
Name: Alexei Klokov
Gender: Male
Race: White/Russian/Übermensch
Age: 19
Fluff: He's a big guy
Powers/Enhancements: [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 15(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
I Must Break You - Big. Muscled. Magical. You are, frankly, a monster in close quarters combat. Even before your magical powers are factored in, you gain a bonus to numerous types of physical tasks and combat.
'Muscle Wizard' - The girls of the Cooking Club swoon when you flex your muscles, and they swear sparkles fill the air when you show off your body! Minor bonus to physical combat and strength.
From Russia, With Oblivious - You're a tall, handsome son of a bitch. Unfortunately, a life of interacting only with coaches and the odd opponent in competition means that you're extremely bad at normal social interactions. Unfortunately for the girls, your head is denser than your muscles.
Doom of Magical Boys - All Magical Boys learn too late that they are doomed to transform into a witch. Your emotions and use of magic deplete the light of your Soul Gem. Refill the light of your Soul Gem with eggs and cubes left behind by defeated Witches and daemonic foes. When your Soul Gem's light falls to zero, try to think positive.
Club: Cooking Club
Relationships: [Amanda North, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Aysel Tahire, 2nd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Elisabetta Palmira, 3rd Year - Totally Just a Friend] [Ivano Pietro, 3rd Year - Acquaintance] [Mitchel Baker, 2nd Year - Acquaintance] [Strike Five Member]
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 15(15)] [Edge: 15(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Strength] [Self-Enhancement Magic] [Electricity Magic] [Soul Gem - 16(20)]
Reputation: Unknown
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][BEEPER]
1) Grinning madly from his new PR, Alexei doubles down on his workouts. No strength comes from no effort, one must always be pushing for more.
2) In between workouts(and between sets), Alexei takes to studying for his anatomy class. Is not easy to memorize locations of all nerves and veins, but will be of handy in any fight against humanoid opponents.
GIFT
Hidden off on the west side of campus is the shop classes, surprisingly empty despite the fun of the work. Claiming a few small blocks(baseball sized)of green and black marble, Alexei sets to carving the stone into trinkets. Green roses for girls, black lions heads for the males. Each is finished with a gold pin to fasten to clothing, should the recipient want to wear it.
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160ad7 No.20215
| Rolled 21, 9, 41 = 71 (3d100) |
[Krieg]
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Skills/Weapons Systems:
-[Strength]
-[Tough]
-[ARES INTEGRATED PALM SHOT]
-[ARES INTEGRATED MONO BAYONET]
>Reputation: [Rich Kid]
>Relationships:
-[Lilian LeStrange| Ditzy Girl| She was touchy.]
-[Colin| Ex-Friend| He betrayed me.| Clueless]
-[Lucy| Friend?| A total slob.| I mouthed off too much to her.]
-[Adamma| Friend| She's young.]
-[Jenni Calicott| Unsure| Giving here /another/ chance. Either way, it's fine that ]
-[Gwen Masters| Friend| Funniest person here.| Actually cheers me up.]
-[Azzy| Best Friend| Good intents.| She's too critical sometimes.]
-[Moko Maku| Ex-Friend| Good friend| She can beat me in a fight and is going to tote around a huge gun| I need to stop getting riled up around her…]
-[Viktor| Guy I Fought]
-[Seamus| Drunk.| I have almost no legitimate reaction to him. He's just sort of there sometimes.]
-[William| Rude, Annoying, Angry| I am not a fan.]
[Hig Johnstan, 4th Year - Off Campus Goods]
>Equipment & Things:
-[Personal Quarters - Spartan]
-[1st Year Uniform]
-[Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
-ARES BRAND ACHILLES - You're a weaponized cyborg that is mostly a robot. You are resistant to most mundane forms of damage, and fatigue isn't quite the same issue for you as others. On the other hand, you don't heal so much as you need to be repaired. Your body can only be upgraded with weapons or features when you can return home to be upgraded or switched to a new shell.
-ACHILLES HEEL - As a robot, you are limited to learning skills that your mind can apply. Your body is a static feature unless upgraded, which you can not do yourself.
—–
-Hand-to-Hand (4/10)
-Study (3/???)
—–
1. Free time today? I'll spend it trying to work on my dodging ability. Moko only hit me because I wasn't skilled at identifying threats. Maybe I'll go be target practice on the shooting range.
2. Okay Hig, I have my full list ready. It's Christmas so some of it is for my friends:
-Party Supplies. Balloons, streamers, everything.
-Booze. Get me some really expensive ones. Also some absinthe.
-Luxury Items for Bedroom. A television, a nightstand, some lamps, candles, everything one needs to dress up your room.
-ARES STATE OF THE ART ELECTRIC BLAST GAUNTLETS
-ARES Master Artisan Twenty-Five Sword Collection (Complete with Electric Stunblade set)
-Aura Vision Contact Lenses
-A Dress Suit
-A Strapon (For a friend. Get her the nicest money can buy)
-Some Books on Techno-Enhanced Power Use
-Lilian LeStrange - Any ARES Pistol. I don't know her, at all really.
-Colin - ARES Shortsword Basic - He needs some offensive weaponry.
-Lucy - Some ARES Brand Kinetic Shock Gloves - She seems like she punches problems. Now she can really fuck them up.
-Adamma - Some ARES Clawed Gauntlets - She sharpens her nails like weapons. Maybe some metal claws would be nice for her.
-Jenni - Armor Piercing ARES Pistol - If she wanted to shoot at him, she could go for it. He could handle pistol rounds at the very least, and it'd let her vent all that anger. Probably a good idea.
-Gwen - ARES Bow w/ Explosive Rounds and Auto-Targetting - Something nicer than whatever stock bow they were giving her.
-Azzy - ARES Brand Electro-Scythe - Ha, it certainly matches his whole necromancy style. He'll love it.
-Moko - ARES Brand Pulse Cannon XL - She said she could lift it with her chains. This thing is going to be huge. If the recoil wouldn't kill me I totally would.
-Viktor - Any ARES Pistol - I saw the guy one time. Maybe he'll appreciate the gun.
-Hig - Just give him some extra cash. He's nice enough to get me this stuff.
3. Make personalized Christmas cards for everyone. I think they'll turn out great. Send one to /dad/ too.
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160ad7 No.20216
| Rolled 17, 1, 21 = 39 (3d100) |
Jenni Calicott [Nome de guerre: “Harvester”]
[http://pastebin.com/FFyM3x9Z]
Gender: Female
Race: American [White]
Age: 18
Status: [Health: 8(10)] [Ego: 13(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
Credits: 40 [+10/month]
Skills:
[Small Arms]
[Guerilla Warfare]
[Hand-to-Hand]
[Experienced Lover]
Reputation: War Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Anklet]['Zippo' Lighter][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]["Some" Booze][Borrowed Low-Cut Dress]
Clubs: Strategy Club, Boxing Club
Relationships:
[Jeannot Christophe, 3rd Year - Acquaintance.]
[Jevrem Milorad, 3rd Year - Friend.]
[Moko M. - Lazy-But-Good Best Friend. We get along great because we complement each other.]
[Lucy - Amoral-But-Not-Evil Friend. We have shared misery, which is a form of closeness.]
[Else W. - Acquaintance.]
[Alexi - Acquaintance/Kinda Attractive? Has lots of muscles…]
[Krieg M. - Nemesis/Naive Asshole/Rich Brat. Pulled blades on me and wants at goodies.]
[Colin - Dating/Sweetie/( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°). Kinda perfect except he's kinda dumb as bricks sometimes…]
[Mr. Squirrel - Comrade of Nature!]
[Azzy - Enemy/Mind Rapist/A Guy??? Seems to know everything about me.]
[William - Sniper Dude/No Nonsense.]
[William - Boring/Boring.]
[Hulk H. - Acquaintance?]
[Gwen - Friend. Rarely talk, but in good standing.]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
If The Uniform Don't Fit, You Must Fidget - Something just doesn't seem RIGHT about how your uniform fits your body, especially when you're trying to interact with your peers. Your constant efforts to adjust defects that aren't there can sometimes help or hinder your interactions, depending upon the target.
Forged in War - You've seen friend and foe alike killed by everything from knives to precision air strikes. Corpses and gore don't bother you, nor does the idea that your death may be an instant away. Combat almost seems natural, and you gain a minor bonus to all combat rolls.
Murderous Aura - The blood of your victims hasn't quite washed away from your spirit. You cause [FEAR] to any humans capable of viewing auras.
They Weren't Even Human - Jenni still believes that her victims weren't human, having ceded all of their rights and freedoms. That doesn't stop the nightmares and flashbacks, however. Every 3 turns, roll 1d100 to see how this effects her.
Blitz Krieg - You really, really hate ARES. And by extension, that fucker Krieg. Who names their kid WAR!? Fuck him, and fuck his father, and FUCK ARES. Gain bonus EGO & EDGE from bullying Krieg.
[3 turns: Books Trigger Me - Jenni finds that studying is almost a phobia due to her flashbacks. Jenni may not study for 3 turns.]
Status/In Progress:
[Trained Hand-to-Hand 3/20]
[Study: 4/???]
–
Actions: [Talk to mech crews, movie night, craft roll]
–
1. With some of her free time, Jenni heads down to the check out the mechs and talk to the crews. She…spends all of her credits on food to bribe the crews about whatever they know. It's…pretty…obvious that she wants to know more, and she flirts with all of the guys down there. It's purely strategic, of course. [Talk to mech crews, spend 40 credits on gift food] [Experienced Lover?]
2. Jenni heads to movie night, but she doesn't seem terribly interested. She nags Colin to go with her, but ultimately comes up with an idea that will help her mood: while rummaging through her pirated movie database she finds the perfect film - "The Room" by Tommy Wiseu. She thinks this movie will be sufficiently awful as to lighten the mood at the academy a little. [Movie Night: The Room]
3. Jenni is actually pretty reasonable artistically. She draws a series of utterly hideous, but compelling monsters that she says "represent the darkness in each person." Each of the creatures is frightening, but they are all unique and have a dark appeal to them. Jenni (apparently) likes drawing generally, as it helps her with her…stress. She spends the majority of her time working on Colin's picture, however. [Craft monster pictures for: Colin, Moko, Lucy. Less time is given to: Gwen, Alexei, and Hulk.]
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160ad7 No.20217
| Rolled 12, 93, 89 = 194 (3d100) |
>>20206
1: Well, that wasn't that strange, nanites attaching themselves to her blood cells. From what he can remember, some 'biological' nanomachines do this to best adapt to the demands of the person, but what this means is that it will be harder to figure out how they'll work.
(Continue the study on LUCY's nanites. [1/???])
2: Knowing how to aim and shoot the gun to a degree will do for now, as it is time to focus on his own nanites.
Before, he used such power in a very mundane way, using it to grab stuff while his hands were busy with something else and the likes. But, with himself being drafted into fighting unholy creatures, he has to make better use of his own 'powers', and one of the ways is to practice with them, mainly in how to defend himself to start off…
(Train up his defensive skills with his nanomachines)
3: Christmas time soon arrived on campus, and with that, William soon felt that it was time to buying gifts for the people that he vaguely kne- Oh, wait, he barely have any credits, and even if he did, it was unlikely that he can find a place on campus that was selling 'Battleaxe 50k' stuff for the main gift for Moko…
With that reality, William instead tries to resort to plan B: Giving everyone he vaguely knew papercraft stuff based on themselves. Along with that, the Steel Pyramid that he was planning to buy Moko will have to be made out of paper. At the very least, it might kickstart himself a little hobby between working on nanites and worrying about the end of the world, so that's also a good reason to make papercrafted gifts.
(Make papercraft figures for Moko, Jenni, Hogan, the other William, 'LUCY' and Angela. Also make a papercraft Steel Pyramid for Moko's Tomecrons and a small, bland paper box for Krieg with his name on it.)
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160ad7 No.20232
| Rolled 21, 38, 43 = 102 (3d100) |
>>20193
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 7(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet] [AP Lance Shot - Crude] [Lesser True Sight] [CAD Modding]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend][Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
1&2. I guess it is about time I learn about actual magical engineering then. I guess it is using the basics of making a CAD but with less computers, or application of magic into a whole. Better if I just talk to the club or open up a book.
3. I really should make a gift for Lise, she has helped me a lot during my time here. Would also be a good chance to put what I learn to use. On that note it will have to be something simple. Hm, I don't know how artistic she is but a bit of decoration never hurt anyone. Illusion based holograms seem to be easy and common enough, add some input methods and a large enough array to fit a room and I could make a Holographic Art projector. Or I could fuck up horribly, but what is a good made gift without risks?
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160ad7 No.20242
| Rolled 46, 81, 100 = 227 (3d100) |
>>20194
Name: Moko Gūtara Maku (There. Done, right?)
Gender: Female (Eh, more? Fine I guess)
Race: Human(Maybe? I'll fill it out later)
Age: 18
Fluff:
"Do I really Have to? No? Uh, Okay than. Uh, here it is."
http://pastebin.com/7ScYJapM
Archetype:
Techno-Enhanced - The broadest category, covering an almost endless combination of technology and the odd touch of magic. Almost universally specialized in melee and with healing abilities that can often grow to enable, in the words of a respected scholar, "holy shit how did you survive losing that many limbs?". Some techno-enhanced are known to be able to use abilities similar to the foes we fight, creating weapons from nothing and demonstrating near-magical abilities. Others are purely human works of technology bordering upon horrors or crimes against humanity.
Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 11] [Edge: 8]
Powers/Enhancements: [Pandora Weapon: Chains][Pandora Hybrid] - No one is exactly sure -how- you came to possess the stigmata of a Pandora within your body, but your powers defy the conventional understanding of how Pandoras received their powers. While scientists debate the how and why, your powers are much more understood. You can summon chains the thickness of your arm to fight, mostly originating from your back or limbs, and you can even form a version of your school uniform made from the same stuff, granting you the benefits of armor. In addition, you regain half of your max HP every turn, though crippling injuries may still take months to recover from.
Relationships: [Koko M. - Hyper Guy][Lilian L - Crazy Girl?] [Jenni C. - Flirty? Friend][Hulk H. - Motivational Friend]
Reputation: Who?
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Pandora Uniform]
Credits: 40 [+10/month]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
??? - You have no idea what you are, or where your powers come from.
Lazy - You're lazy, in a school that doesn't exactly smile at such a thing. If you don't shape up, they might kick you out.
Demandments - Your time with Hulk Haruku has been quite beneficial. You gain a minor bonus to training, so long as you have a partner. If your partner is Hulk Haruku, you gain a larger bonus due to his infectious energy.
Battle of the Beams - Sometimes you're more lost than a German bomber landing at a British airfield in England in early 1941. Your ability to read body language often leads to really, really strange thoughts and a fear of commitment!
Smoke on the Water, Fire in the Kitchen - You should never, ever be allowed to cook. Or mix any two substances together, really.
I Need A Hot Shower - No sir, you did not like what happened in that bed. Why do people do that? You need a hot shower just THINKING about that.
[Hand-to-Hand 4/10]
1) Moko sits quietly, staring at the ground. She doesn't shake, nor tremble. It seems like the news that she was part alternate dimensional monster didn't really seem to bother her all that much. She slightly tugs at the new uniform, inspecting its quality. It fit well, and was by all standards, incredibly comfortable. Blowing the hair out of her face, she gets up from the seat. "Uh….So, I guess we'll keep training?… I mean, if you want to.." She says, while cracking her neck. "I mean. Jenni said it. Krieg said it. Seems like everybody wants me to keep going, right? Wants me to get stronger? Eh. I'd rather not, but if they want me to, who am I to stop them from telling me what to do?"
2) After finishing practice, Moko goes to the move-night with Jenni and the others. Moko herself brings along a few christmas movies. Being Japanese, Moko is mostly familiar with the whole "Santa" thing, and sees Christmas as a more romantic holiday. She guesses so, at least. So, she brings along a list of christmas movies and romantic flicks. Stuff like Gremlins, Die-hard, Jim Carrey's the Grinch, Christmas story. You know, wholesome family entertainment.
3) Upon reaching the party, Moko realizes she had yet to get a gift for any one. Thinking fast, she tries to put together something together for each of her friends.
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160ad7 No.20256
| Rolled 48, 37, 87 = 172 (3d100) |
>>20197
Name: Viktor Stahlbrecher
Gender: Boy
Race: German as FUCK
Age: 19
Fluff:
Kung Fu Hitler
Archetype: Mystic Martial
>Status: [Health: 10] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 12(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
>Reputation: Fashionable Fascist
>Relationships:
+ [Konstantin - Friend]
+ [Hulk H. - Ideological Rival]
+ [Selma Anke, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Sarah Liane , 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Hanna Schmitz, 1st Year - Fascist Floozy]
+ [Rico Sosimo, 4th Year - Trying to steal my best friends girl]
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan]
+ [1st Year Uniform]
+ [Copy of Mein Komphy Chair, signed]
+ [Fashionable Combat Suit]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
+ [Fascism Makes This Look Good] - Never let it be said that a Fascist isn't one of the best dressed bastards in the area. You are the vanguard of the Fourth Reich. So long as you are well kept and making damned sure those filthy communists and democratic plebians aren't better dressed than you, your EGO and EDGE can only be reduced by 1 per turn.
+ [The Sound of Music] - Sometimes, you can't help but sing. Any time you hear music or a good drinking song, you must roll to resist your guilty pleasure. If the music or song isn't APPROVED FOR FASCIST AUDIENCES, you lose 2 EGO and 2 EDGE, and [Fascism Makes This Look Good] is disabled until the end of the next turn as your guilt cripples you. GM may rule that some music or songs are not subject to this.
>Clubs:
+ Martial Arts
>Credits: 40
>Income:
+ [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
1. The ability would have to be extensively expanded! After all training was everything and Viktor was still to win a single fight. More practice, more perfection. A calm mind and an able body.
2. The mecha idea. It wasn't all that bad. In fact it was pretty brilliant. What if he managed to trap the Asian girl and Konstantin inside the mecha together? Of course he would have to remove the power source first so it could neither be opened from the inside nor moved, once that was done he just needed to "accidentally" get both of them inside and lock the hood. They would quite literally have to be sitting on top of each other, preferably the girl on Konstantin, but Viktor was willing to adapt. Once that was done all Viktor had to do was leave, have some advocaat with the floozies and come back in a couple of hours. The warm darkness and close proximity combined with the lack of anything else to do would surely do the trick.
Viktor would have to time it so that while they were stuck the Asian girl would be missing out on a date she was set to have with the other guy, he would feel rejected and everything would be good to go.
Oh yeah, also don't forget to buy the advocaat.
3. Presents, presents, presents. Something would have to be done. Now Viktor wasn't all too great of a craftsman but he had an idea for a gift. The whole Mecha ploy was set to revolve on Christmas Eve, naturally Viktor would pretend to not have gotten Konstantin a gift at all and place it in the Mecha. Once Konstantin and the girl were stuck in the Mecha having nothing else to do Konstantin would open his gift as was tradition in Germany and find his nicely wrapped gift. A mistletoe.
Of course there were also other people set to receive gifts, Viktor and Krieg didn't really know each other but in all fairness there was nothing wrong with sending him a Keg of Beer wrapped in the German flag.
And last but not least the floozies. Well maybe least as well. What did they like again? Viktor wasn't sure he even knew that. If he knew what they wanted and he could craft it he would do that, otherwise he would just have to buy it.
While willing to waste all of his credits on the presents the mistletoe was the most important one and if necessary he would have to steal it from anywhere he could get his hands on.
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160ad7 No.20294
| Rolled 88, 84, 79 = 251 (3d100) |
>>20194
Name: Colin
Gender: Boy
Race: Unknown, appears human.
Age: 21
Fluff:
>>16241
Archetype: Techno Enhanced.
Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Mini AT Field]
Reputation: Unknown
Relationships:
Seamus: A Friend
Krieg: Friend
Jenni: Girlfriend.
Konstantine: What is this…
Moko: Acquaintance
Doctor Kein: Extracurricular science activates!
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
What The Hell Are You!? - You're not natural. But you can produce AT fields that are effectively indestructible. Will you be a hero for humanity or the doom of everyone?
False Man - You're not a normal human, and anyone in intimate contact with you will soon begin to notice this.
1. Colin continues his extracurricular activities with the academies research division, the experiments are arduous but Colin perceivers determined to know more of his power and arm humanity against the angels. [SCIENCE! 2/???]
2. Meanwhile Colin continues to train his Stamina, he feels that he will need the ability to continue on despite exhaustion in the future. [Stamina 3/10]
3. Finally Colin works on getting everyone gifts in his spare time. Unfortunately he has no skills in crafting or connections to get it done so he is rather limited. Finally, he decides to simply try his hand at sculpting so he takes clay and then attempts to create small sculptures of some of the 16 other Angels crated by Doctor Nikolay. He picks the best looking ones that he creates to give to his friends and acquaintances that he has made in the academy. For Jenni Colin creates a sculpture of himself and her holding hands, he spends extra time and careful attention on that one.
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160ad7 No.20385
>> A new student as moved into the academy…<<
Name: Daniel Brando
Gender: Male
Race: Italian Vampire
Age: Appears to be 19, technically over 100 years old.
Fluff:
Power.
Power was everything in his world, the ability to see yourself succeed– and see others fail. That is the resolution of Daniel– a boy mysterious boy hailing from Italy. He was the adoptive son of a wealthy family, after his family "disappeared". His brother, who's name was made unknown by Daniel, was a kindly young boy who simply wanted to love his new brother. But Daniel had other plans– he had plans to usurp the wealth of his new family in order to carry out his mission to achieve absolute power.
At first it was simple acts of impressing his father and degrading his brother. Then it became active fights with his brother, all up until he became desperate for power, and he started getting into things beyond his control. That was the day he learned about time being useless and finite
That was the day he rejected his humanity.
Using a long lost ritual, which to this day would be normally unheard of, Daniel had contracted the magical pathogen Sanguinare Vampiris, becoming a powerful and almost unstoppable vampire. Not only this..but there was something extra. The spell he used to bring the spell to date was a time spell, which seemed to cause some strange reaction when mixed with the Sanguinare Vampiris pathogen. He gained the ability to stop time and move within stopped time– even for just a few mere seconds. The vampiric power and time stop ability was enough for Daniel to finish his mission. The boy went on a rampage through the household, murdering his adoptive parents and confronting his brother. It was a battle that Daniel remembers to this day in his ancient mind..the day he died for the first time.
….
It is a 100 years later. Beings ravage the Earth, and humanity stands on its last leg. The hope for humanity lies within these Academies..and in turn, the students. A new student has come to the academy…a megalomaniac, power-hungry boy with blond hair and piercing red eyes. Time flows around him like strings that he could cut and mend at any moment. The future of humanity lies in this boy.
Either he would save the world for his own gain…or watch it burn to ashes beneath him.
Archetype: Magical Boy
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160ad7 No.20487
Lucy and Adamma carry on their sparring match across the grass of the school grounds, the fight moving about in random directions as Adamma dances about the larger opponent. Even as the fight begins to clearly swing toward's Lucy's victory, they both freeze. What was that noise?
Krieg is thrown back by a blow from William's nanites even as Azzy attempts to shred the writhing tendrils of machines. Despite the necromancer's claws, there simply doesn't seem to be an END to these damned things! Others yell about the disciplinary committee or for bystanders to move away from the fight, even as an angry Russian charges toward William in an oddly Tesla-esque aura of electricity! William's nanites suddenly convulse, forming a shell around himself, Azzy and Alexei. A strange, multicolored light radiates across the surface of the nanites, giving the three pause before the nanites fall like silver sand.
Jenni pulled Colin behind her, aiming for the side door nearest to them. If they didn't get out of here, they might get caught in the crossfire. Her attention focused upon the fight and Colin behind her rather than the clear path between her and the door, Jenni saw the cylinders tossed past her and more like it from the other doorways of the building. Gripping Colin, she throws herself the remaining paces into the doorway.
Krieg had barely gotten up again when something landed in front of him. Oh shit. "GET DO-" The ARES A.M.P.D.G. detonated, spreading particles and a blinding flash throughout the building. At this range, the anti-magic particle dispenser grenade scrambled Krieg's systems, forcing his body to reboot nearly everything. Thankfully, Life Support and the main reactor were shielded, and disruption was only momentary. Nearby, Moko, HULK and Viktor are assailed by both AMPDG detonations and more traditional flashbangs.
Gwen's spell dissipates as the AMPDG's throw blinding light and a strange haze across the building. For a moment, she feels the connection of her magic vanish and feels naked in a new and extremely unexpected manner, despite her clothing remaining. Shaking her head as her ears ring and her vision begins to return from a pure white, Gwen feels her magic surge back despite the air suddenly feeling like a thick, resistant soup. "They are humans. Eight- Seven of them."
William FARMER was studying in the Nakatomi Library, investigating some leads that the Magical Engineering Club had suggested to improve his latest spell. Frustratingly, it seemed that he would have to learn Illusion Magic in order to better see through the damned stuff. Lise eventually finds him, stopping to chat for a bit. She seems to enjoy the view out the window William has sat near. "You know with most of the senior students on leave or the techno-enhanced ones out on their little ranking event, this school is kind of quiet. You think your fellow first years are going to cause any trouble down at that movie-" Lise suddenly goes silent, drawing William's attention. "Oh. My. God. William, don't tell me you couldn't find a date for movie night!" There is no time to respond, as gunfire streaks across the winter scene on the other end of campus. "What the hell, is that a mech unit firing?"
You both hit the deck as a few stray shots rip into the library, fourty millimeter shells tearing into the floor above. From the lobby below come voices, a scream, and several gunshots. "There is a small armory on the sixth floor." Lise looks to the nearby stairs, but you can already hear movement on the decorative wood. "Air vents?"
>An air raid siren cuts through the chaos.
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160ad7 No.20492
Lucy and Adamma rush toward the loud noises coming from the movie night gathering, finding four masked individuals firing what look to be single shot grenade launchers into the building through windows and doors. A fifth and sixth look to be armed with shotguns, and preparing to breach as the light of flashbangs burns inside the building. From their position, they have not been noticed, but they can just barely see Jenni, Colin and two other masked persons near what appears to be a side entrance.
>[LUCY & ADAMMA: HIDDEN FROM ENEMY, AMBUSH ADVANTAGE]
Jenni's shoulder doesn't impact the door, but rather something she is very certain is another human. They are wearing a ballistic vest. Both Jenni and the man she is atop are momentarily stunned at the situation, until the man reaches for a gun that had fallen beside him. Jenni goes instead for the knife on the man's harness, drawing the ARES vibro-blade with a reverse grip and nearly decapitating him without thinking. The second stroke across his throat isn't necessary, but it does deflect some of the arterial blood spray away from her.
Colin manages to throw an AT field before the large barrel pointed at Jenni and himself by the other masked man, but the device simply gives a loud click before he drops it and reaches for a pistol at his hip.
>[JENNI & COLIN: ON THE GROUND, 1 ENEMY ALERTED]
Gwen recovers her senses, bow manifested. Two attackers have charged into the building through the front entrance, guns in hand. Most of the students inside are stunned and on the ground, but a member of the disciplinary committee by the entrance takes a shotgun blast after attempting unsuccessfuly to cast a spell. There isn't much cover, but the haze from whatever just went off in here seems to actually give you an advantage. Lighting from outside is revealing the attackers, while concealing those deeper in the now dark building.
>[GWEN: CONCEALED]
William MASON's nanites begin to reboot from the assault of the flashbangs and whatever else went off, though they have shielded himself, Azzy and Alexei. Azzy can clearly sense the rather weak auras of the two entering the building, despite the whole room seeming to swim as a strange haze swirls.
When the first attacker fires his weapon, an infuriated Alexei leaps from the haze and delivers a blow that echos of thunder, throwing the masked body through the door it had just entered. The second armed man fires wildly, but fails to hit the rather large Russian despite being only meters away. Any ears that weren't ringing from the flashbangs are now ringing from the weapons fire inside the building.
>[WILLIAM MASON: CONCEALED; NANITES DOWN]
>[AZZY: CONCEALED]
>[ALEXEI: ANGRY; SPOTTED]
Krieg, Moko, Viktor and HULK are stunned from the flashbang assault. Only HULK is able to stand, but his movements are little more than drunken staggering. OH BROTHER, THAT WAS A BRIGHT LIGHT AND THE WORLD IS SPINNING.
>[KRIEG, MOKO, VIKTOR & HULK: RECOVERING]
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160ad7 No.20493
Every character gets 1d100 per round of combat. These rolls will be contested by the enemy. There are generally combat advantages given for multiple combatants vs 1 combatant, though these advantages can be reduced if allied actions clash. (say shooting at someone an ally is fighting in melee)
Have at it!
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160ad7 No.20496
| Rolled 11 (1d100) |
[Combat Roll]
Recovered. I think I died there for a moment. System resets and then a flashbang. Shit, that was ARES technology. Well at least I know what I'm dealing with. Bayonet and palm shot are key until I can get their firearms. Check for armor piercing rounds, too. If they aren't using them, I'm in a very good place so long as no EMP's get used near me.
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160ad7 No.20497
| Rolled 38 (1d100) |
[Combat Roll: Jenni]
[Hand-to-Hand?][Forged in War][Small Arms]
Jenni looks at the man going for his pistol. In a rush of rage, fear and hatred, she attempts to seize the fallen pistol and shoot him. To do so she goes all out and drops the knife in a frantic spasm of adrenaline-fueled movement.
Naturally, he face is a sneer and her outfit is totally fucked up. She's really quite mad.
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160ad7 No.20498
| Rolled 99 (1d100) |
Adamma growls, deep in her chest, the sound is so low it is less heard then it felt. Mentally she reaches out to the spirit she has just learned to connect to, hoping for support and comfort as she fights for her life.
She gestures with her claws, now long and wicked looking to the one with the shotgun on the right. Her eyes are shining silver as she waits for Lucy's nod, and then pounces. Once the man is down and she is among them she is whirlwind of claws, moving sinuously as they bring their weapons to bare against her, and then attacking as their weapons fire, and hopefully miss.
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160ad7 No.20499
| Rolled 71 (1d100) |
>>20493
>>20492
>[WILLIAM MASON: CONCEALED; NANITES DOWN]
Christ, in one moment I just lashed out at Krieg in anger, and in the next a terrorist attack is striking the whole place… Well, they did say that we should expect to fight humans.
Nanite's down, and without that, I got nothing good to offer to help the fight. Nonetheless, it seems like one of the terrorists dropped his gun beside that, uh, big angry russian guy. Better go get the gun, just to give back some lead while the nanites restore themselves.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TJ1rxVFtto
>While CONCEALED, move over to Alexei to get that rifle, to then offer some supporting fire. Also, avoid getting shot.
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160ad7 No.20500
| Rolled 50 (1d100) |
>>20492
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 7(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet] [AP Lance Shot - Crude] [Lesser True Sight] [CAD Modding]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend][Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
Combat: Will grabs his CAD from the desk and covers Lise as she gets in the vents until it is his turn. If his CAD can't fit in the vents he will find the best cover he can in the room he is in with line of sight to the stairwell to buy Lise some time.
- Scope Vison?
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160ad7 No.20501
| Rolled 62 (1d100) |
>>20492
[Combat Roll: Moko]
Moko pauses for a moment, not daring to stand up or, even move. Mostly because she was phenom ally tired, and these rocks weren't totally uncomfortable. Infact, if it wasn't for those gun shots and the fact that she was only just now getting back her sight, she'd be alright. However, it seems that at least some of Moko's instincts kick in. As she lays on the floor, Chains whip out of her back and outstretched palm towards the nearest armed man.
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160ad7 No.20502
| Rolled 89 (1d100) |
>>20492
Alexei charges the second terrorist, eyes glowing electric blue with power. Sparks jump along the Russian's face, a glowing skull shining in the darkness.
A massive fist bats away the barrel of the gun as Alexei covers the distance with two strides, followed by an open hand that latches onto the face of the attacker. Fragile bones break in the giant's grip, but the victim has no time to respond to the pain as his head is pushed further back than humanly possible.
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160ad7 No.20503
| Rolled 993 (1d1000) |
>>20498
Already having impressed Lucy by choosing to fight with her, Adamma's initiative during this attack gives Lucy even more reason to back her up.
Nodding to Adamma's unspoken suggestion, waiting for her signal. That signal being she pouncing on the first man in sight evidently.
Lucy follows on her heels, grabbing the nearest gun that would fit her exceptionally large trigger finger, and then charges forward blasting lead as she runs until getting into melee distance with the first fucker that wasn't killed by bullets or Adamma, where she drops the gun and STARTS PUNCHING WITH FIST.
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160ad7 No.20504
| Rolled 41 (1d100) |
>>20503
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160ad7 No.20505
| Rolled 1 (1d100) |
>>20493
[Combat Roll]
+ [Numbing Strikes]
+ [Trained Kraut Ninjutsu Style]
Bright light. Loud bang. Shaky vision. Desire to vomit. Check, check, check aaaand check. Blood pressure rising, muscles tensing up. Confused yelling, people stumbling. The sounds of small arms being fired in close quarters.
Viktor had failed time and time again, fate had been kind and given him second and third chances. The smell of sulfur. This was live ammunition. No riot control. The real thing. Training was over.
There was no time to ask questions, no time to find Konstantin. For once in his life Viktor would simply have to do or die, looking fascionably fascist alone wouldn't get him out of this one.
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160ad7 No.20506
| Rolled 87 (1d100) |
>>20493
[Atomic Leg Drop Style][Wrestling][Atomic Leg Drop: Weak]
Hulk staggered to his feet, pulling the ruined remnants of his sunglasses from his face and, with a flick of the wrist, tossing them over his shoulder.
"BROTHER, YOU JUST MADE THE WORST MISTAKE OF YOUR LIFE!"
Hulk moves to use Krieg as a human shield to get into range, at which point he uses his chi-enhanced wrestling prowess to break arms, shatter guns, and disable any attackers, throwing the JABRONIS into each other. Their line of fire has to be bo-ROKEN, brother, before more people get shot!
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160ad7 No.20510
| Rolled 27 (1d100) |
>>20492
>>[AZZY: CONCEALED]
Azzy regarded what was going on.
[Hostiles on sight. Using lethal force. Well equipped. Assaulting the school. Most students away or elsewhere.]
[Conclusion: Terroristic threats, likely politically misguided, or servants of the enemy.]
[Cost analysis; Lives of enemy worth nothing]
[Course of action determined, eliminate with extreme prejudice. No quarter asked, none given. All corpses will be raised. Talons already out.]
Azzy rushes out from cover closing to the second gunman. Claws moving a flurry targeting vital spots of the enemy. A ghostly smile adorning the Necromancer's face. Afterwards coup de grace will be deliver to the gunmen and they will be raised.
[Necro-Jutsu][Reanimate Corpse][Borrowed Aspect: Remmy's Wraith talons]
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160ad7 No.20513
| Rolled 9 (1d100) |
>>20492
Attackers inside, even more outside, unknown assailants, using ARES weaponry from the recognition Krieg showed, hostile and with lethal intent.
-~So what's the plan sugarcakes?~-
Incapacitation if possible, capture and interrogation preferred, Lethal force if necessary.
After assessing the situation Gwen would roll to the nearest bit of cover she could find while firing a Frenzy arrow at the furthest attacker she could get a bead on, chaos within their ranks is precisely what the defenders need right now to aid in their combat. If magic has not yet been restored to that level, aim to take out the largest concentration of enemies with an explosive arrow, much easier to form because of it's instability. Otherwise attempt to find a better cover/vantage point to begin providing fire support to the melee combatants.
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160ad7 No.20525
| Rolled 35 (1d100) |
>>20497
>>20492
Colin does not hesitate, he does not ponder the moral quandary of attacking the hostile humans. Colin can clearly see the life or death situation that he and Jenni are in and can see that these humans mean to cause them and many others harm. Their actions here tonight could cause many repercussions on the future of humanities survival. That would not do.
Colin delegates himself to a support roll and opts to negate everything the assailant attempts to do with his AT fields while Jenni goes in for the kill. Colin will maintain an AT field within the barrel of the pistol just as he had just done on the other gun and then goes a step further. If the man attempts to take a step Colin shall block him, if he attempts to move his arm Colin shall block him, and if he attempts to yell for help or breathe then Colin will block him. It was time that Colin showed a small glimpse of why it was called an Absolute Terror Field
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160ad7 No.20541
| Rolled 68 (1d100) |
>>20208
Quietly sitting in his room, konstantin is rudely interrupted from building his gift for viktor and kelly by a series of loud bangs, then followed by the distinct bark of automatic weapons. "Damnit" Konstantin exclaims, having just fucked up the swastika on the little brown mecha, konstantin would have to spend an hour fixing that. He rose from his desk, slightly annoyed at the sound and interruption only to be greeted by the emergency klaxons warning of an attack on the campus. Figuring that leaving his room would only get him shot, konstantin tries to enter the airduct opening on his ceiling, to escape into the air vents and find a more suitable place from which he can begin to retaliate against the forces assaulting campus and help his friends, also being a opportunists, if he happened to stumble over a unaware enemy, a deft snapping of the vertebrae would be employed, and said target would be relieved of weapon and life.
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160ad7 No.20664
| Rolled 50, 69, 90, 46, 98, 48, 19, 22, 45 = 487 (9d100) |
>>20496
[stunned, human shield]
>>20497
>>20525
vs 1st roll
>>20498
>>20504
>>20506
>>20513
vs 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th roll
>>20510
>>20502
>>20501
vs 6th roll
>>20505
[stunned as fuck]
>>20541
vs 7th roll
>>20500
vs 8th roll
Allied 9th roll
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160ad7 No.20670
Colin throws an AT field up as his opponent draws a pistol, shattering the first two rounds fired. The third is blocked by a second hexagonal shield as the gunman steps back, shifting his aim to avoid the unexpected glowing objects. The fifth shot finally finds a fleshy mark in Colin's abdomen, but by then the gunman has noticed Jenni reaching for his fallen ally's weapon. Gripping what looks to be a pistol in the fading light, Jenni finds is something slightly larger. An older Knight Arms PDW rises as Jenni twists her body from the awkward entanglement of a corpse, herself and Colin. Her target's aim is square upon her, but Colin's AT field flares to life just in time to deflect the last two rounds. Jenni puts three rounds into his leg, and a fourth into his head after he has fallen. A plate carrier shouldn't be wasted right now.
[Colin: -6 HP, Incapacitating Wound] [GM Meta: Incapacitating Wound is a HEAVY penalty to combat, and should probably at least be field treated. That said, you can certainly attempt to continue fighting.]
[Jenni: Gain [Knight Arms Co PDW 10"]]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhUkGIsKvn0
Hulk recovers quickly from the stunning effect of the unexpected flashbang, spotting the now doorless entry way and what look to be multiple attackers outside. Gripping the metal body of Krieg, he uses the other student's armored form as a shield against a small burst of gunfire. "OH YEAH, JABRONIES! YER GOING DOWN FOR THE COUNT!"
One of the attackers feels the fury of Adamma as the young woman falls upon him from behind, his form going limp after being kicked into the solid mass of the auditorium wall. Her second mark throws away his pistol after emptying it at Hulk's charge, his plate carrier taking the brunt of Adamma's initial attacks. Staggering back, another of his companions swings his empty pistol at Adamma's head, forcing her to dodge and shift her focus.
Lucy finds the fourth attacker distracted by a glowing, oddly eccentric arrow that he manages to side-step. All of the guns are standard affairs, and far too close to the enemy to be worth picking up, so Lucy does what she is good at. She grabs the bastard by his plate carrier and throws him head first into the solid concrete block wall of the auditorium. After applying her head directly to his and a knee to his balls. The ARES knife on his vest was kind of nice. Maybe she should take that after they finish with the rest of these idiots.
Adamma and Hulk finish the third attacker with a respective leg sweep and atomic leg drop to the chest, the corpse smoking as Hulk rolls back up and joins both Adamma and Lucy in facing off with the final attacker. "You can't stop the people! We will never live as second-class citizens and let the bastards here rule over us!" He produces a rather large sword from a rather small bit of light along the length of his forearm. Lucy immediately recognizes it as a Claymore, and kind of wants it.
"COME ON THEN, DOGS! I'LL TAKE THE BLOODY LOT OF YOU TO HELL WITH ME!"
A shotgun blast rings out, and the techno-enhanced swordsman's leg folds at the thigh. William MASON racks the pilfered weapon as his nanites begin to return to his backpack.
"Well, seems like you got aLEG of yourself." William frowns. "No, wait. That was terrible. Can I try again? Sorreh."
[William MASON: gain [ARES Compact Shotgun]]
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160ad7 No.20671
Inside, a rather large, irrate Russian is peppered by mildly annoying slag from next vicitim's shotgun, the electricity surrounding him rendering the attack mostly harmless. Without fanfare or mercy, he crushes the man's skull in his massive hand before any others can deliver an attack.
[Alexei: -1 HP]
Viktor groans in pain as he slowly becomes aware of the pain and the fact that he can't see… What little he can see is worryingly red.
[Viktor: -2 HP. BLIND!?]
With the attack on the auditorium effectively stopped, some of the other students try to help a few that have been wounded by stray fire. Excluding Colin and Viktor, there seem to be a dozen wounded and a member of the Disciniplinary Committee is quite obviously dying despite the attempts of several students to save him using magic. It seems that magic still isn't working in the auditorium…
>All Auditorium Attackers neutralized. 1 remains alive, but isn't doing much other than screaming in pain. His claymore has vanished much as it appeared.
Konstantin quickly finds that the dorm's air vents are too small to fit himself, and determines where he can best contribute to a defense of the school. The training mecha hangar. Dodging several small battles and a number of hostile-looking people with masks and guns, he reaches the hangar to find that several mecha support personnel are being held by a gunman while another speaks into a radio. "Bring in the pilots that we couldn't get into the second hangar, we secured the training mechs and they can still use live rounds." You snap his neck as something outside shakes the hangar, and much the same befalls the one guarding the hostages. "You're a pilot, right? Get the fuck into the third unit, we were finishing up a laser cannon calibration when this shit happened."
Piloting without your suit feels a bit odd, but something about it still feels right. The ground crew give you a thumbs up as you finish a hasty systems check. "When we open the doors, you'll be in combat, kid. Don't forget that you can eject the cannon and deploy the combat lance or secondary knives. Callsign and launch, kid!"
The hangar's doors begin to open, and several of the ground crew have taken up the weapons of the men you killed. You can tell there is a mech outside shooting at something further into the school…
>LAUNCH!
You know your CAD won't fit the moment you see the vent, and explain that you'll buy Lise some time. She glares at you, but knows an arguement will only waste time. "You'd better not fucking die on me, William."
Turning over several smaller tables, you take up position to cover the stairwell. There are two more further into the building, but only the one up front. They'll need at least a minute to send someone back and even reach the other stairs…
You wait until the first three come into view, and your patience is rewarded. The first one's death stops the others dead in their tracks, and none of them were paying attention to this floor. Repeating a spell is simple enough with your CAD, and they don't react until just before your third shot. Brains and blood cover the stairs to the fourth floor, forcing them to deal with you before they can safely advance. One is dead, while another is adding to the blood on the stairs and making a fine racket. The other two are firing blindly with what look to be something smaller than rifles, judging by the lack of penetration they're having on the rather solid oak table. You fire a few more shots at the wounded one to ensure he won't be getting back up. They've got body armor on for sure, but a vest doesn't protect everything.
You can hear more footsteps running up the front stairs…
[William: ENEMY PINNED DOWN! ENEMY REINFORCEMENTS??]
>Combat Round 1 Complete. Round 2 begins…
[GM META: Characters at the Auditorium are welcome to remain there and sit out the fight, or attempt to continue the fight elsewhere. There are obviously signs of combat near the mecha hangars, along with what sounds like a smaller fight around the library.]
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160ad7 No.20674
| Rolled 68 (1d100) |
>>20671
Hogan broke one of the attackers' guns over a tanned, scraped knee, pulling a spare set of sunglasses from somewhere and putting them on.
"Alright, these MARKS are running around the school, shooting whatever they can, brother! Someone with HEALING abilities should help the folks here– I'm off to STOP the attackers in the rest of the building! Who's with me?"
Hulk put a hand to his ear and leaned towards the group, waiting for a response before sprinting away, out of the auditorium, to the nearest source of gunfire and commotion.
[Hulk attempts to find, and rescue, more students in the library while simultaneously breaking any attackers in half.]
[Atomic Leg Drop Style] [Wrestling] [Atomic Leg Drop - Weak] [Hulkamania - Bonus to fighting man-sized foes]
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160ad7 No.20676
| Rolled 6 (1d100) |
Were those bullets bouncing off me? Shit, still in a daze, systems are booting up slowly. At least I can't get hurt. Boring though. Might as well find some guns. They're ARES, so they probably have some high resale… Assuming I can get up, of course.
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160ad7 No.20677
| Rolled 16 (1d100) |
>>20670
Lucy picks up the ARES blade from the man's vest
"Eh, not usually my style but this. . ."
Lucy eyes the weapon in her hand, fitting in her palm it was almost like machette to the average person but to her it was only one thing.
"Now this, is a knife.
BUT GOD FUCKING DAMMIT ARE THERE NO GUNS AROUND HERE? FUCKING HORSE SHIT COCKSUCKER-" Lucy then devolves into swearing in illegible Brazilian.
>LUCY WILL TRY TO FIND A GODDAMN GUN
>THEN-
>>20674
Her mood lightens when she hears Hogan's rallying call and remembers what's going on. A battle.
"I AM."
Her mood turns around immediately (either from having found a GUN or from just the prospect of fighting) and the familiar rush of Combat, Lucy feels exhilarated. She thanked whatever God there was that where others pissed their pants in combat, she LOVED it, as she raced behind Hogan, punching and stabbing anything the big guy didn't snap in two.
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160ad7 No.20678
| Rolled 52 (1d100) |
>>20670
>>20671
As the sensation of becoming one with the mech drifts over him, konstantin momentarily enters a state of bliss, to expand one's form and power so rapidly, its hard to describe, you feel as unto a god. The shouts of the training crew quickly bring him back to reality however, and the scene of battle outside quickly fills his blood with adrenaline. "Target systems: Online, Countermeasures: Online, Laser Cannon: Operational, Combat Lance: Operational, CCQ Knives: Operational." Konstantin then loosen's up his shoulds, and the mech does the same "Plug Depth: Optimal" He then moves the mecha, one foot, then the other, then into a sprint out of the hanger doors, already sighting the first available target, eager to defend his new home.
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160ad7 No.20679
[GM META: Any character at the auditorium can pick up surviving enemy equipment. Note, there is not enough for everyone…]
>Equipment list:
x7 [ARES 9mm Pistol]
x6 [ARES Combat Knife]
x3 [Single-shot Grenade Launcher, Breach Loading]
x4 [GL AMMO - Flash Bang]
x2 [GL AMMO - ARES UNKNOWN]
x3 [Plate Carrier & Tac Vest]
x3 [Tact Vest]
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160ad7 No.20680
>>20679
[Hogan also totally takes a tac vest before he sprints away.]
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160ad7 No.20681
| Rolled 23 (1d100) |
>>20679
[If he can, Krieg is going to get those ARES UNKNOWNS.]
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160ad7 No.20682
| Rolled 27 (1d100) |
[Jenni: Attempt to treat Colin, grab knife/plate carrier-tacvest][Forged In War?]
Jenni's eyes flare a little as she sees Colin has been shot. "Colin! Colin, christ, you've been shot Colin. Colin lie down." As she says this, she grabs him and pushes him to the ground. Quite uncharacteristically, Jenni is tearing up a little but keeps a straight face. From here Jenni starts tearing some rags (her uniform) into a bandage. "It's just a stomach wound Colin, it's not bad. It's going to hurt like hell, but it's not lethal. Colin? Colin. Eyes on me. Hold still, this is going to hurt. Bite on this. We're going to need to get the bullet out, then I need to dress the wound. This is going to hurt. Did I say that? I meant it."
As Jenni says this, she grabs the ARES knife and tries to fish around inside the injury for the bullet. In her mind, she thinks that she can cauterize the injury by heating the blade with her [Lighter] after removing the bullet. She is EXTREMELY careful to avoiding hurting him unduly - she's done this before.
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160ad7 No.20683
| Rolled 75 (1d100) |
>>20670
>>20674
William just nods as he examines the shotgun in his hand. It isn't a rifle like he had trained with at the shooting range, but at least it was something to support him at range.
"Well, my nanites aren't exactly /medical/, so I would offer more help if I came with you. On that topic, can somebody stabilize and, uh, 'arrest' that swordman? He might explain why whatever organization is raiding the academy…"
After gathering up some spare ammo and tac vests, he passes one of the vests near Moko for her own protection, before putting on his own to head out with Hogan and LUCY to aid the fight elsewhere. Using the nanites, he would form shields to provide cover, and use the compact shotgun to offer suppressing fire against the enemy wherever the Hulkster led them to.
(Try to take two [Plate Carrier & Tac Vest], giving one to Moko for her own protection)
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160ad7 No.20684
>>20679
Moko looks up to the nearby grenade launcher, dropped to the ground beside her. Jeez. It was so far away. No real use in trying to get up. And man, it sure was a pain in the butt to get up. Might as well just wait for somebody to pick her up. Besides, if she got up, she'd get shot. And than she'd have to pull out the bullet, let the wound heal, beat the dick who hurt her. Groaning, a small chain slinks out of her hand and drags the Launcher towards her. Then, another one launches to the roof, and helps her up. A grenade launcher was perfect. Just point and shoot. Next to no effort. Stretching, she walks towards the nearest group of people, miserably. "So…Uh, hate to ask, but what happened?"
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160ad7 No.20685
| Rolled 49 (1d100) |
>>20671
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 7(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet] [AP Lance Shot - Crude] [Lesser True Sight] [CAD Modding]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend][Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
Fight: Get true sight down on myself and keep them pinned, wounded, or dead. The cover is good, so I don't have to recklessly abandon it right now. I'm not letting them get farther than this floor. If someone pulls a grenade, shoot them first.
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160ad7 No.20686
| Rolled 9 (1d100) |
>>20671
>>20679
Azzy grabs a flashbang, Plate carrier & tac vest and pistol. The foremost one to allow the Necromancer to close, the others in case the magic jammers negate the claws.
>>20683
Azzy's eye roll at the Sycophant like behavior of William. Ugh what an asshole.
>>20682
Azzy spares a glance at Colin and Jenni. The mystic pauses for a second before nodding at Jenni and then proceeding.
[She's a bitch but I doubt she want him to die on her like that. Hopefully he'll survive.]
>>20674
>>20677
Azzy follows the 2 hulking fighters to the Library. Claws out ready to engage the enemy. The flashbang would be thrown when contact was made followed by a rush and as many lethal takedowns as possible. Hopefully this time Magic wouldn't be dead and Azzy can raise some enemies for fodder. No one else needs to go down like Collin
[Necro-Jutsu][Reanimate Corpse][Borrowed Aspect: Remmy's Wraith talons]
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160ad7 No.20687
>>20684
"Seems like what I presume are terrorists are striking the campus. While this place seems to now be, well, safe, I have no idea about the other places on campus…"
William sighs, taking off one of the plated vests from a nearby mook, offering it over to Moko for her protection, "You, uh, might need this… Just in case."
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160ad7 No.20688
| Rolled 19 (1d100) |
>>20679
Adamma grabs a x1 [Plate Carrier & Tac Vest]
>>20686
Adamma immediately heads over to Azzy, to check on him. Then after ascertaining he is fine she looks at the others streaming out of the gym and at the dead around them.
"Azzy, I think we're gonna need your skills here. To send this many after first years, on Christmas… well they don't deserve mercy, even dead."
She again looks outside, and spots several students having troubles of their own. "I gotta go, stay safe Azzy."
Adamma hurries outside and feels the warmth of the African Sun on her skin. She smiles as she howls a battles cry.
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160ad7 No.20689
>>20687
Moko looks over at William. She doesn't seem happy. Infact, she seemed rather….Mad. Really mad. Well, as mad as Moko can get. She crosses her arms, looking at him sternly. "No. Go away." she says, refusing the armor. "Give it to somebody who needs it." She shakes her head. "I know what you did. And uh, I'll be honest. If you do that again…Or uh, even come near me, I am going to…You know" she says looking at him angrily. "Kick your ass."
Moko then turns around, albeit slowly and lazily, and walks towards Krieg.
>>20681
Looking down at the mechanical man, she stretches out her hand to help him up. "You okay…Uh, boyfriend?" she says, trying to manage a smile.
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160ad7 No.20690
| Rolled 70 (1d100) |
>>20679
Alexei grabs a [ARES Combat Knife] as well as one of the large guns off of the man he crushed. Taking a moment to wipe his hand off(you wouldn't expect this much fluid to come from a guy's head) on the black fabric, Alexei grabs a pair of soda can sized projectiles. One has a white head, while the other has a red one. The large Russian loads the red[GL AMMO - ARES UNKNOWN] into the almost toy-like weapon, dwarfing it with his bulk. The electric light in his eyes fade to a muted glow, serving only to illuminate the Russian's sharp cheekbones.
Combat Loadout
[ARES Combat Knife]
[Single-shot Grenade Launcher, Breach Loading]
[GL AMMO - Flash Bang]
[GL AMMO - ARES UNKNOWN]
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160ad7 No.20691
>>20689
Krieg looks at someone, still having incredible trouble thinking proper. His words are muddled and broken. "Hello. You are? Can… …eak. Ne… Time. Recover."
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160ad7 No.20692
>>20689
>>20682
William just watched as Moko walked away to her 'boyfriend', as he felt the world slowing down around him. To just violently lash out at Krieg while Moko was still around was a idiotic idea, already setting back his own little goal behind where he started. Well, like they say, 'Time heals all wounds', and if he gave it time, maybe this problem would be fixed or forgotten about…
In any case, he passes the plated vest instead to Jenni, setting it by her side before gathering what he needs to aid the countering force against the terrorist-like mooks.
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160ad7 No.20693
>>20691
Moko frowns slightly, scratching her head. Man, what ever they threw at us must have messed him up bad. "Hey..Uh, Krieg. You there?" She said, crouching down. watching him for a minute, she eventually got back up. Summoning a few Chains, she attempts to help him back onto his feet. "Easy there, uh, buddy. I'll help ya."
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160ad7 No.20694
>>20693
Krieg lets himself get lifted by the chains, only half aware of the current situation. His vision cleared slightly as Moko's chains helped him to his feet, his body spasming lightly. "I'm having… trouble." Well he was speaking to a degree, but he could feel his system having trouble returning to full capacity. "EMP making things… hard."
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160ad7 No.20695
>>20682
Jenni's hands shake as she digs for the round in Colin's gut. To his credit, he doesn't scream while she digs…
In the end she pulls two fragments from Colin, and has clearly done some extra damage despite her best intentions…
[Colin: -1 HP]
>Jenni may continue to fight, if she wishes.
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160ad7 No.20696
>>20694
Trying to help steady Krieg, Moko wraps a few chains around some stable looking ceiling beams, and then around Krieg to help hoist him straight up. Upon being lifted up by Kriegs immense weight, she has a few chains bind her to the floor as well. "You okay? Uh, Jeez, that EMP musta fried yah. Do you uh, need anything? I mean…What do you need?" she says, looking at Krieg. He was hoisted up almost like a chop shop motor, but he was at least standing with some help now.
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160ad7 No.20697
| Rolled 86 (1d100) |
[Combat Roll: Jenni]
[Hand-to-Hand?]
[Forged in War][Small Arms]
[Knight Arms Co PDW 10"]
[Grab knife/plate carrier-tacvest]
[Follow Hulk]
After he attempt to help Colin, Jenni is somewhat more annoyed.
"Colin, I'm going with Hulk. I guess. I'll get help. Stay put. I can't treat this." After that she shouts at a few stray students to staunch the bleeding, then follows Hulk with a bit of reticence. "Hulk, less bravado in this situation is probably better…"
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160ad7 No.20698
| Rolled 22 (1d100) |
>>20697
[Combat Roll: Moko]
Once Moko was done helping Kreig get back on his feet and safe, Moko hurries after Jenni and Hulk, clutching her grenade Launcher. She scurries behind Jenni, puffing heavily. "Hey…Huh…I'll help..Huff.." She says, a few chains already summoned and ready to help.
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160ad7 No.20699
>>20696
Krieg stands up straight-ish, his arm spasming every few seconds. "My weapons are down… It nearly killed me. Can't talk much." It was a miserable experience to be limited by his medium. He felt more helpless than before trapped in the shell.
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160ad7 No.20702
>>20670
Colin is hunched over clutching his stomach while he cries out in pain, a painful burning sensation overwhelms him. He had never felt anything like this. If he could think straight he might compare the pain to when he was sparring and notice the stark difference. As it stands he just writhes on the ground. He dimly can hear Jenni calling out to him and feel her treating him. He wants nothing more than to listen to her and simply wait for everything to be over and the pain to stop. Then he hears another gunshot and his world goes black.
Colin opens his eyes to see that he is inside of Team Exodus’s Stealth Craft, he looks around frantically to see all of Team Exodus conspicuously absent. Suddenly gunshots can be heard and Colin looks out of the nearby window and his face noticeably pales. He was once again looking down upon Massachusetts as he fled from it. Soldiers clad in incredible gear and holding formidable weaponry dotted the landscape in formations and strategic positions in a desperate attempt to safeguard fleeing civilians, they were being slaughtered.
Angels were on the horizon and one was in the nearby vicinity, it was massacring the defending soldiers and fleeing civilians with little regard for either side. It’s AT field was aglow with the sheer amount of bullets being fired at the Angel but it didn’t seemed bothered as it tore through the humans with its AT field, its projectile attacks and its own body.
They were dying, Massachusetts was dying beneath him and he just stood there, gawking at their slaughter. Colin clenches his fists and grinds his teeth before putting a hand on his head and giving into the despair. Then, he hears a voice. “Get up, Angel of Massachusetts. The dissenters of man assail the school. This is no time to wallow in your grief.” Colin looks up to see a shadowed figure in the far side of the stealth craft, he didn’t recognize the voice. Colin voices his concerns. “What can I do? I lie bleeding on the floor and if I die trying to simply stand then Massachusetts will have sacrificed itself for nothing…” The voice responded in a reproachful tone. “You do not exist to stand by as humanities future is damaged. If you fear your death then simply do not die. This should be easy for you, so do it.”
Colin suddenly wakes up again and immediately the pain in his stomach hits him, somewhat lessened by Jenni’s efforts but still present and horrible. Colin hears Jenni tell him to stay put and that she will come back with help but Colin can only hear two words repeating in his head, over and over again. “Do it!” Colin begins screaming not in pain but in raw effort as he commands his AT field to stop the bleeding and heed his will at the same time.
Colin stands up and regards the situation at hand. The Students were doing a good job at thwarting the assault team but losses and wounds would continue to be afflicted, that would not do. Colin opts to disable as many of the assailants guns as he possibly can by plugging the barrel with AT fields. He had done it earlier against the man before and he is doing it now to stop the bleeding. Colin raises his arms towards the commotion and extends his hands to help him concentrate but winces and staggers as more pain shoots throughout his body, but he bites it down. He will not be rendered idle so long as he could still help. So long as he can fight and stand a chance of making a difference, he would.
[Combat Roll] Colin jams the Assailants rifles and pistols with his AT fields. Possibly causing harm to them if they try to fire and creating opportunities for his fellow students to capitalize on.
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160ad7 No.20703
| Rolled 96 (1d100) |
>>20702
And then he rolled a 100.
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160ad7 No.20707
| Rolled 6 (1d20) |
Encounter rolls.
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160ad7 No.20711
| Rolled 32 (1d100) |
>>20670
Gwen's first instinct is to go to the library, she didn't have much care for the mechas or those inside, besides if the enemy was stupid enough to attack students that piloted giant robots, within easy reach of said robots, it was on their heads.
She paused when Hogan already mentioned heading for the library, fine instead she would roam around and pick off any stragglers, with extreme prejudice, she should try to find either Lillian or Shirley, Lillian because I guess technically they were lovers, and Shirley incase she had any orders for Strike 5. She turned to direct orders to Alexei.
"Alexei, I want you to head out and find as many wounded as you can and get them back here, also if you find [insert names of other 2 strike 5 members] Get them to get over here and defend this auditorium, also if either of them have healing powers or skillls to tend to the wounded. I'm going to find Shirley and see if she has any further orders for us."
With that she would head out, with her plan in place, and resolve in her heart.
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160ad7 No.20752
| Rolled 15 (1d20) |
>>20707
[encounter fun]
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160ad7 No.20753
| Rolled 82, 76, 84 = 242 (3d100) |
>>20685
vs roll 1
Allied roll 2
>>20711
vs roll 3
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160ad7 No.20755
| Rolled 69, 70, 95, 3, 2, 60, 38, 71, 43 = 451 (9d100) |
>>20678
vs 1st & 2nd roll
Allied rolls 3&4
rest
vs Hulk and SECRET
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160ad7 No.20965
| Rolled 36 (1d100) |
>>20671
After having done pretty much nothing at all for the first few minutes having been blinded by the light repeatedly and generally not having a great time in general it was now the part of the day where Viktor would try to find Konstantin and back him up in whatever he was doing. Of course Viktor would beat the shit out of every enemy he spotted with his newly found ability to hit stuff with his fists hard.
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160ad7 No.20999
Viktor tries to get up, despite his lack of vision. He hears the Floozies tell him to stay, hands grasping his arms. "Your face is bleeding, Vicktor. Stay here." Someone presses a wet cloth upon your forehead, and the wounds begin to burn. When your eyes are flushed some minutes later, you find that your vision is still good, but your wounds are bleeding badly enough that your vision may be lost again. "I think bullet fragments caught you, Viktor. Do you want us to try and dig them out?"
>Vision restored! Injury to face.
Krieg picks up a pair of pistols, checking them over as his systems report variable functionality. Motor function at 95%. Sensors at 85%. Stabilization 65%. Other minor systems averaging 75%. His palm shot was offline, internal systems of the weapon detecting multiple misaligned components. Was it the ARES weapon deployment interfering with his systems?
>Gain [ARES 9mm Pistol] x2 ; Systems malfunctioning!
Konstantin felt himself move through the opening hangar doors, forgetting about the heavy laser cannon and falling upon the first enemy training mech with a fury the soft pilot within could never possess. "Сюрприз, сука!" The opening blow crushes half of the enemy's head and primary sensors, and Konstantin is only forced off by the second enemy mech firing a rather large vulcan gun that pelts Konstantin. Using his arm as a shield, Konstantin manages to retreat behind a building before a round can penetrate his armor. When the first enemy moves around in pursuit, Konstantin finds the fight worryingly equal until a blade coated in oil and blood erupts from the foe's cockpit. "One down. They couldn't swap the paint rounds out of my cannon quickly, so we may have an issue with that vulcan." Another training mech has launched, and driven a halberd-type weapon through the first foe's cockpit. "Konstantin, right? Kathy."
A ray of rainbow-like light burns into the hangar you both launched from, melting half of a third mech that was being prepared. Seconds later, ammunition and fuel ignite and turn the smaller facility into a massive fire ball. "Douglas!"
>Gain Ally: Kathy
>Lose Ally: Douglas
>1 Enemy Mecha neutralized! 1 Enemy Mecha remains!
Gwen heads out on her own, seeking Lillian or Shirley. She manages to avoid a few larger gunfights, including one that must be hosting a rather large machine gun. But the ray of rainbow light that burns into a distant mech hangar catches Gwen's attention. She was very certain that two mechs had launched from there to fight two that seemed to be attacking the school.
And there stands Uriel Photius, one of her strike team, and a rather large version of that stupid stuffed skunk he carried everywhere. "Gwen! Have you come to join us in destroying this monument to the sins of mankind? Or are you here to try and kick us down into the mud like everyone else?"
>Mini Boss Fight: Uriel Photius - Traitor of Strike 5
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160ad7 No.21006
Hulk leads a collection of his fellow students across the campus, toward the sounds of combat around the library. Across a small square containing a fountain and hip-high planters, he spots two masked combatants engaged in combat with an unknown group. "Let's get em, brothers!"
Jenni tries to stop the charge, recognizing a potential kill zone, but Hulk's charge has already begun. All that Jenni can do is trust her instinct- WHAT IS COLIN DOING FOLLOWING YOU? FUCK! "Colin, STAY HERE." She points to the wall beside Colin as she runs for the side door of the robotics club, finding the door already unlocked. Her eyes scanned the large bay, working up to the metal walkways that formed the second and third floors. There! A burst of fire from Jenni's weapon finds the figure aiming a rather large weapon out a window on the third floor.
A brief moment of relief shatters as gunfire erupts elsewhere, and a shock batton swings down at the edge of Jenni's vision. Jenni's weapon is knocked from her grip as she avoids the attack, but she manages to avoid taking a stun batton to the face. The rather pissed off looking second year throws down the batton when she notices who Jenni is. "I'm going to cut your fucking trigger finger off and string you up to kick, Harvester." She pulls out an ARES combat knife. "You murdering piece of shit."
>Jenni: Drop [Knight Arms Co PDW 10"]; Gain [Plate Carrier & Tac Vest] & [ARES Combat Knife]
>Colin: Your powers are fully applied to staunching your wound.
Hulk delivers an arm bar to the first masked combatant, dropping him even as bullets still strike around them. The second masked combatant manages to turn, taking a drop kick to the chest that shatters his plate carrier. The first combatant rolls out of the way of Hulk's follow-up elbow drop, and goes for his dropped weapon. The muscled figure of Alexei instead kicks the masked man in the chest, sending him into a nearby tree where he ceases to move. The second masked man groans as what looks to be a pair of marines from the school garrison stop firing and begin moving toward you. "You bastards! I'll teach you to side with these monsters!" The wounded man pulls a pin from a grenade on his belt.
> Hulk: Gain [Tac Vest]
>Alexei: Gain [ARES Combat Knife], [Single-shot Grenade Launcher, Breach Loading], [GL AMMO - Flash Bang], [GL AMMO - ARES UNKNOWN]
>Masked enemy has pulled a pin from a grenade on his belt! OH SHIT GUNFIRE BEHIND YOU?
Azzy, Adamma, Moko, William, Lucy and Jōtarō run after Hogan and Alexei, watching as the surprisingly swift pair outpace them. Lucy feels the familiar impact of a bullet striking her, dropping and rolling behind the raised potter as a string of unkind portugese is hurled at the bastard that shot her in the back. A line of bullets walks through the group, Azzy and Adamma both lose their footing as they are stuck as well, the young necromancer only feeling dead as his plate carrier shatters. Adamma grits her teeth, gripping her thigh where the bullet has gone clean through.
William's nanites swarm into a mixture of hard and soft cover as everyone crawls or rolls behind the solid protection of the concrete potters. "Behind us and to the left. Third window on the second floor. I can't hit him with this shotgun at this range." says William.
>Lucy: Gain [This ARES Knife]; -4 HP, Lower Back Wound (-10 to melee combat)
>Azzy: Gain [Tac Vest] (plate carrier destroyed)
>Adamma: Gain [Tac Vest] (no plate carriers were left for you to take); -5 HP, Leg Wound (-10 to melee combat and movement, can not run)
>Moko: Miraculously unharmed. (Lucky SOB)
>William: Gain [Plate Carrier & Tac Vest]
>LONE ENEMY SUPPRESSING!
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160ad7 No.21007
William FARMER grips his CAD rifle, pinning down his targets on the stairway for nearly ten minutes now. She'd better be at that damned armory. Something is fired into the ceiling, bouncing in your direction. You duck behind the overturned table and await the explosion…
A deafening BANG and everything around your table is washed out by a bright light. When you rise to continue firing, you find that your spells aren't working! "We got him! Go, go!"
The Library shakes as a building nearby turns into a fireball and windows shatter but stay relatively intact. The entire building must have impact windows. Regardless, the blast has bought you precious seconds, as it seems the attackers have lost their momentum.
>William FARMER: Magic isn't working after that flashbang!?
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160ad7 No.21012
| Rolled 96 (1d100) |
>>21006
[Analysis: Pinned down by enemy in superior position. Allies ranged firepower…… lacking. Several wounded one dead. Armor lacking as well.]
[Objective removal of enemy threat]
[Solution raise the casualty, better he take more damage than the living. After raise is down proceed to have him move towards the target and draw fire. Once engaged slip out of cover and rush enemy position. Neutralize threat.]
[Necro-Jutsu][Reanimate Corpse][Borrowed Aspect: Remmy's Wraith talons]
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160ad7 No.21016
| Rolled 6 (1d100) |
Get up Krieg. You can do this. Just get to your room, text dad, get him to send the technicians. You've used these pistols before, it's just target practice, even if you are a bit shaky. Besides, it's not like there are a lot of people left anyways, the others have probably already cleaned up this mess.
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160ad7 No.21019
| Rolled 81 (1d100) |
[Combat Roll: Jenni]
SKILLS: [Hand-to-Hand][Forged in War][Small Arms]
WEARING: [Plate Carrier & Tac Vest]
HOLDING: [ARES Combat Knife]
** ON GROUND **
[Knight Arms Co PDW 10"]
[Actions]
1. Jenni doesn't bother to go for the weapon and instead produces the ARES knife in a reverse grip, like last time. She then sneers and says: "Another one for the fires." After that she winks while she lunges, attempting to rush her attacker and exploit the advantage close quarters would provide with her weapon (stabbing in a grapple is better than swinging a baton).
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160ad7 No.21041
| Rolled 48 (1d100) |
>>21007
Name: William Farmer
Gender: Male
Race: British [White]
Age: 20
Fluff: William was a normal British youth, his father a sniper and his mother a teacher. He himself lived with his parents and two siblings near London. A bit of a nerd and a gun nut he enjoyed programming, and made video games in his spare time for the fun of it. When the world came to an end his father lost his life and he and his siblings were brought into the academy.
Due to his love of programming he found his place within the techno magicians, and to honor his father he decided to become a sniper.
William is a tall but thin man, short cut blonde hair and hawkish features.
Archetype: Techno Magician
Status: [Health: 7(10)] [Ego: 11(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Enhancement Spell: Hawk's Vision] [Magic Bullet] [AP Lance Shot - Crude] [Lesser True Sight] [CAD Modding]
Reputation: Unknown, [Lise Karin, 2nd Year - Friend] [Hogan H. - Friend] [Moko M. - Friend][Leary Cormac, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Ciaran Redmond, 1st Year - Friend] [Alberto Regulo, 1st Year - Acquaintance] [Edward Jerik, 3rd Year - Acquaintance]
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Long Rifle CAD][Academy Studies Tablet - 1st Year] [+10 Credits]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Won't See Me Coming - As a skilled sniper, you are able to engage targets from ranges that often prevent any form of retaliation. So long as you are able to focus entirely upon your target and at least 50 meters away, you may choose to reroll any combat roll. The second result stands, even if it is worse.
Scope Vision - Your situational awareness is naturally focused away from your body. You gain a penalty to any close quarters combat or spells cast within roughly ten meters of your person.
Fight: Fuck, Anti magic. Lure them into close combat so their guns arn't ass effective and use my CAD as a blunt weapon. I can repair it later, right now I need to not get shot.
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160ad7 No.21043
| Rolled 2 (1d100) |
>>20999
1. Konstantin's mind was racing, partly because of the adrenaline, and partly because he was trying to cope with what just happened. "A comrade has fallen? I could have done something, if only I hand struck sooner, maybe I could have sa- No, there is time for that later, Now I must protect my friends! Defeat is not an option, I must succeed!" his internal monologue finished, Konstantin turned to his new comrade Kathy; "Kathrine, I have a functional laser cannon, I will try to use it to pin down or destroy the enemy mech, while I'm distracting him, you need to flank him so that if I fail, you can still strike him down from behind and avenge our fallen. May the gods bless your blade and keep you safe." Having said his piece, Konstantin moves his mech into cover behind the building he was just at, and after giving Kathrine the signal; a solemn bow of the head, rushes out of cover, targeting the enemy mechs vulcan cannon and cockpit with his laser cannon while sprinting. A cry goes up from the mecha, broadcasted through it's internal speakers "Victoria aut Mors!" The very ground quakes at it's intentions
+[Skilled Mecha Pilot]
+[Mecha Combat]
+[Victory or Death] - You've been conditioned to win, and to fail is the ultimate suffering. You may freely enter a berzerk state in or out of a mecha, greatly increasing your attack power against a single target. In this state, you'll fight to the death and refuse to yield an inch.
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160ad7 No.21044
| Rolled 75 (1d100) |
>>21043
I take it it'll be "death" then :3
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160ad7 No.21045
| Rolled 84 (1d100) |
>>21007
[Moko Combat Roll]
Moko blinked, as she felt the bullet whizz by and slam on her chest, only to feel…Nothing. Thank god, she thought. Going through all the hassal of being shot would be exhausting. Instead, she simply ducks down and flops out her arm lazily, sending a cascade of chains out towards the guy who'd tried to have shot her. How she wasn't hurt, she had no idea. Maybe it was more Pandora weirdness. Who knows? What ever the case, the shooter probably wouldn't like what ever the bolting chains coming towards him would do when they reached him.
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160ad7 No.21048
| Rolled 22 (1d100) |
>>20999
Gwen froze a moment in shock before her face morphed into a rictus of rage, how DARE he! traitor "TRAITOR!"
-~Eeeh, Gwen, you should probably calm down~- SHUT UP!
She charged at Uriel arrow heads forming along the shaft of the bow, turning it into a bladed weapon that she intended on tearing into this boy.
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160ad7 No.21055
| Rolled 3 (1d100) |
>>21006
Alexei takes off towards the man he just kicked, muscles straining to propel him.
The massive Russian pulls the dead man from his spot in the tree, broken branches cutting long tears in the black clothing. Grabbing both of the arms, Alexei throws the large body into the man armed with a grenade.
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160ad7 No.21057
| Rolled 26 (1d100) |
>>21006
William knew that he couldn't shoot at the suppressing mook, so instead he will offer protective cover for those who need it, directing the nanites to form shields for Adamma and Azzy, as well as a layer of a 'zero-suit' kind of body armour for Lucy. With whatever nanites he had left, he will spare some to protect him and Moko, and use the rest to throw away grenades that may be thrown at them.
It's all confusing, but hopefully it will work out.
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160ad7 No.21058
| Rolled 28, 72, 61, 33, 23 = 217 (5d100) |
>>21041
vs 1st
Allied 2nd
>>21043
vs 3rd
Allied 4th
>>21048
vs 5th
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160ad7 No.21060
| Rolled 62, 52 = 114 (2d100) |
>>21058
And special rolls for Scruffy & Gwen
High is good
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160ad7 No.21062
| Rolled 17 (1d100) |
Adamma grits her teeth and hisses as she takes her hand off the wound. The bleeding already has slowed to a trickle as she feels Africa's gift filling her with warmth through the pain.
She then looks as Azzy raises the zombie and does her best to follow her friends lead as he does seem to have a plan.
>Daughter of Africa - A passing sage once paused to tell you that Africa would never allow you to die. Maybe leaving wasn't that great of an idea, but you still heal really, really quickly. Regenerate an additional 2 hp per week, and 1 hp per combat turn.
>Health is now 6/10
http://pastebin.com/30hMJFMm
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160ad7 No.21069
| Rolled 96 (1d100) |
>>21006
"BROTHER, NO HIGH-EXPLOSIVES FOR -YOU-!" roared Hulk as he focused his chi into his legs, aiming all of his strength into a bone-crushing dropkick meant to send the grenade-toting man soaring far off, maybe into the opposite wall, where the detonation would do no harm to anyone. At all.
[Wrestling][Atomic Legdrop Style][Atomic Leg Drop: Weak][Tac Vest][Hulkamania Bonus]
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160ad7 No.21077
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160ad7 No.21231
Name: Lucy
Gender: Female
Race: Brazilian (possibly abhuman?)
Age: 20
Fluff: "That's L as in Lacerate, U as in Ulcertate, C as in Castrate, and Y as in Your Ass. Because it's got my name on it and I OWN IT."
Hedonistic, Nihilistic, and Egotistic.
Her parents said her father, a poor Brazilian logger, found her in a strange metallic pod while slashing and burning the rainforest. They claim the pod "spoke" to them and that she was born on some nameless planet that blew up. Lucy doubts these claims and blames the stories on her parents drugs, (though if it was real she'll say the planet blew up because it "couldn't handle her").
As a child it was not very long till it become clear something was different about her. Already by 13 she dwarfed even the of men of the logging camp. Fights with the boys which prevailed her childhood faded not because less because she grew into a beautiful woman but more because they all felt felt the broken bones and cuts were not worth it. Eventually growing ill-content with the pisspoor conditions of the shithole she lived in, she ran away to Rio and lived in the big city.
Though some like to claim she can fly or shoot laser beams from her eyes, this is simply untrue. Her primary feature is her seemingly limitless potential for strength and toughness, an indestructible mass of muscle and bone matched only by an equally indefatigable sense of pride and ego. An ego which would be difficult to uphold if not for the fact that she could quite literally snap a man in half and, if legends are true, headbashed a moving locomotive without breaking a sweat. During her time in the slums of Rio she earned the monicker "The Amazon" or "The Monster of the Faveloa"
Not nearly content with the already powerful body she took it up a notch even further, devoting whatever time she doesn't spend to kicking (and sometimes taking) ass in her leisure time, and hitting the Gym and growing stronger at every opportunity.
But her most striking feature comes from an event in which she (forcibly invaded) a scientific research facility to steal, and then apply, a new type of nanite designed to even further increase her strength and power two-fold. These nanites harden upon exposure to blunt trauma, and provide an additional source of power and strength to her cellular structure, acting as an energy battery. These nanites display itself in the form of dark lines on her body that can be compared to as "moving" tatoo's upon her skin.
With her strength and power her focus is mainly on melee combat and punching enemies, but despite this she still has a love of firepower in particular anything massive, from Big Guns to Big Tanks, and will always take up the opportunity to increase her stockpile of armaments.
Her personal history mostly consists of a series of mercenary work for money and pleasure, and the ever increasing bouts of jail-time. Her belief in life is to be the biggest badass anywhere you lay your eyes on and feel damn good doing it, and letting nothing stand in your way. She takes what she wants and when she wants it. Anything from bank money to streetfood vendors to boys and men. Many a poor soul can claim the scars on his hips, thighs, and back pains to her. Completely indifferent and apathetic to morals, law, and occasionally reason, the only thing she puts of any value is her word. Breaking her word is the one line she refuses to cross, and will go to great lengths to keep it.
Archetype: (choose 1 from below)
to be filled in by GM:
Satus: [Health: 10(15)] [Ego: 8(15)] [Edge: 8(15)]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites] [Nanite Gauntlets]
Reputation: Criminal
Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform][Tracking Implant][Tactical Bikini]
Bonuses/Eccentricities:
Bikini Mercenary - You're used to taking a beating and dishing one back out, usually for a fist full of dollars or whatever currency the client can muster. Your strength and toughness make you a formidable foe to anyone you can get within your reach, and you'll be damned if you give a single fuck about your clothing getting a little torn up during a fight. Hell, if it wasn't so damned chilly here, you'd probably walk around in a bikini and enjoy the chaos. Minor bonus to strength and toughness. +5 Max HP
Intimidating Muscles - You are an intimidating sight to most of your peers. Social interactions will generally suffer a penalty, unless the target is into that sort of thing.
Gym Buddy - Alexei and LUCY gain a modest bonus when working out together.
In Progress:
>[Hand-to-Hand 5/10]
>Add: [Else W. - Acquaintance] [Shirley Temple, 4th Year - Acquaintance]
>Add: [Booze Source - 10 Credits per Bottle]
>Gain: [Jōtarō Arakawa, 1st Year - Subservient Follower] (have fun with that)\
Projects:
[Strength 8/10]
[Specialist Marksmanship - Support 4/10]
[LUCY Nanite Research 1/???]
Stats
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160ad7 No.21232
| Rolled 59 (1d100) |
>>21231
>>21057
With William directly assisting with nanite protection, Lucy decides she's had enough of staying in cover. But fuck being shot by bullets.
"Goddamn I'm supposed to be on the right-side of any gunfire."
She takes two strong hands and grips the concrete potter, lifting it up and using it as a body shield where she rushes toward the enemy to smash them into paste!
Powers/Enhancements: [Experimental Nanites]
[Strength 8/10]
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160ad7 No.21237
| Rolled 4 (1d100) |
vs the group
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160ad7 No.21238
| Rolled 94 (1d100) |
and vs Jenni (and Colin, if he posts)
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160ad7 No.21244
| Rolled 13 (1d100) |
>>21238
(Collin here, reporting to die, or something.)
Colin is barely standing. His hand in on the AT field which is on his wound, which is stopping him from bleeding to death, Jenni had yelled… Something at him, most likely to stay safe. Colin thought that had sounded like a very good idea but he knew that safe was a luxury he could ill afford right now. His fellow students were dying around him and Colin, for all his talk and bravado about saving humans just stands there, wounded, barely standing and a low priority target while his fellows fight and die around him. Colin is about to do something foolish when he notices something that really rattled him. Another student was attacking Jenni. Now, during the Chaos and while their classmates fought and bled around them another student was capitalizing on the opportunity to issue their own brand of justice, and Jenni of course responded as she does to any challenge, she answered it with equal if not greater force.
Now is simply not the time. Jenni is an incredible fighter, if she got caught up by this Second Year then she isn’t somewhere else helping to fight off the assailants, this second year could also be putting their skills to use right now but instead is fighting one of her own. This would not do.
Colin does not waste any more time, he staggers towards but not in-between the two combatants and commands them with all the fury and authority that a false man who had been shot could muster. “STOP!” Colin applies as much pressure as he can do his wound as he stops using his power to close it and instead creates a barrier between the two women. He can feel his fingers grow wet and he attempts to apply more pressure to the wound as he cringes from the pain and grinds his teeth before speaking again. “Stop this at once, I beg you.” Colin turns to the 2nd year, his face pleading through the pain as he speaks to her. “I know you must hold some grudge against Jenni, but now is simply not the time. Look around you, our classmates, your friends, bleed and die. What will you do? Will you fight to save them, and turn back the assailants, or will you deliver your own justice to a sentenced criminal?” Colin gestures with his free hand around them. “We’re already at an Apocalypse Academy, she already has a death sentence. Why do you attempt to stop the good that can come from her enrollment here?” Colin staggers for a moment as he applies a tad too much pressure on his wound, he rights himself before continuing. “Whether you like it or not we are all allies against the forces that would undo humanity. What you do now only undermines our future. Please, stop this and instead help to take back the school!”
Colin does not give Jenni the same speech, he knows her, at least he believes to. She won’t attack the other student of she is no longer a threat, there are too many other things to worry about. With any luck she will stop at the barrier her created and consider the situation rather than continue her attack. Colin trusted her.
[Diplomacy roll/Combat Roll to stop/interrupt the fighting between Jenni and the second year as well as convince the second year to chill the fuck out.]
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160ad7 No.21245
>>21244
Well, isn't that a shame.
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160ad7 No.21356
| Rolled 38 (1d100) |
>>20999
"No. That would be a foolish thing to do.", digging out fragments was potentially causing far more harm than it did good, it was a task for a doctor, not a floozy.
With a bleeding face Viktor rose once more. Sure they could beat him down again and again, but he would never stay down. It was time to finally find Konstantin and break the neural connections of those who stood in his way. The blood impaired his sight? A revelation more than anything, he should have relied on all his senses beyond vision far earlier.
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160ad7 No.29826
>>21244
>>21019
Jenni tries to strike her opponent before the second year can ready her knife, lunging into an unexpected left jab that stalls her attack. "Don't get cocky, Harvester. I'm going to enjoy watching you die."
The two women are evenly matched, blades missing tender flesh by mere centimeters with each swing before either dares to attempt a block of the other's weapon arm. Jenni sees her opening, and chooses to focus upon her own blade sinking into the Second Year's neck, rather than the one sinking into her own flank…
Collin staggers toward the two women as they stand almost perfectly still. "STOP! Stop this at once, I beg you.” Jenni's eyes turn his way for a fraction of a second, and the Second Year makes her move. Side-stepping the slash, Jenni finds herself against a much more skilled opponent than she ever expected. Pain burns up her left arm as the Second Year's blade delivers a shallow slash, passing under Jenni's raised guard and then stabbing into her chest. Thankfully the ballistic plate stops the blade, giving Jenni a chance to side-step and deliver her own strike.
Collin tries to warn Jenni as he spots the strange ribbons of light around a CAD that signify a magical spell is being activated, but a weak groan is all he manages. They've certainly both heard his pleas to stop this foolish fight, but why won't they simply listen?
Jenni hears her nose break as the elbow strikes, her eyes immediately filling with tears as she stumbles, exposing herself. She feels the right arm of another Jenni's body go numb, then the slight shift of mass as a muscle or tendon is severed with a snap. Her knife falls from a useless hand as a second blow cuts an effortless, but shallow wound up the back of her thigh before she can fall beyond reach. Pain overwhelms her senses as she struggles to catch herself upon a work bench.
Collin staggers toward the Second Year. Jenni can't fight after that, so she must be able to see reason with the threat to her life gone? "Please, stop this and instead help to take back the school!”
"Oh my god! Are you special or something?" The Second Year's arm extends, a balled fist dismissively swung at the bothersome voice behind her. "Would you just shut-" The Second Year freezes at the sound of her blow connecting. Her focus leaves Jenni, following her own arm from her shoulder all the way to the knife she holds in Collin's chest. "I- I didn't…" The spell upon the surface of her blade battles with Collin's strange form for several seconds before the unnatural boy collapses with an expression of shock.
Jenni swings the wrench over her head, loosing the forearm-sized mass of steel at the distracted Second Year. A familiar crunch downs the young woman long enough for Jenni to drag herself across the floor with a hammer to finish the job.
Surrounded by what sounds like a proper war outside, Jenni sits against some table of 'who gives a fuck' as best she can. Did she just kill someone with a hammer?
>cont do not post
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160ad7 No.29827
>>21055
>>21069
Alexei struggles with the body he kicked into the tree. Perhaps he kicked the man too hard, or pulled on him too hard to get him out? Either way, Alexei pauses to awkwardly attempt to put the arm back on the corpse. No one saw that, right? Alexei is fairly certain an international sporting body will investigate this incident. Why did he just pat the corpse on the head and apologize?
"BROTHER, NO HIGH-EXPLOSIVES FOR -YOU-!" Hulk's leg seems to glow with chi, and he delivers a most peculiar Atomic Leg Drop. Missing the man himself, Hulk instead targets the ground beside the evil-doer. Leaving a crater the size of a large truck, Hulk rises to his feet wearing a pair of sunglasses, giving a flourished spin of his hand as he cups his ear in the direction of the propelled baddie. A few more masked men several hundred meters away attempt to scatter before their comrade detonates in their midst.
"OH YEAH, BROTHER! SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO THE HULKSTER'S DEMANDMENTS!"
>cont don't post
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160ad7 No.29828
| Rolled 39 (1d100) |
>>21048
"TRAITOR!!!!!!!"
Gwen's rage clouded her mind as she turned her bow into some sort of D-list movie weapon and charged Uriel. The magical boy fired a ray of coloured light at the magical girl, forcing her to deflect the spell as he charged with what appeared to be a sledge hammer of light magic. Gwen found herself at a disadvantage fighting in close quarters, several times barely dodging the heavy blows of Uriel while her own attacks simply could not connect with sufficient power to defeat the twisting rays of light surrounding him.
"Gwen, watch your left!"
Uriel's stuffed skunk delivers a back hand blow to Gwen, tossing the magical girl well over ten meters as her uniform smolders from the impact. Two students rush toward the fight, one casting a shield spell and thwarting the massive stuffed skunk from dealing a crushing blow to Gwen as she picked herself up.
"Get up, Gwen! I don't know how long this spell will-" Gwen's exposed skin felt scorched as the skunk became enveloped in an unnatural light, reducing the student before her to cinders.
"Yes, Mephit! KILL THEM ALL! SHOW THEM THE POWER OF THE LIGHT!" Uriel's voice filled with a mad glee, and Gwen began to notice a dark void within the bright swirl of light around the magical boy.
The other student took aim at Mephit with a rifle, unloading an entire magazine to no effect as the magical boy continued to cackle. "STOP LAUGHING YOU CRAZY FUCK!" Mephit and Uriel both took notice of the other student after the next shot missed Uriel's head, giving Gwen the opening she needed. With Uriel's focus away from Mephit's aura spell, the magical girl dove toward the massive stuffed skunk, rolling under an arm and pressing her bow into the thing's gut. "I pierce you with the ack-ack of love, flowerpot. " Drawing all of the arrows she'd summoned along the bow, Gwen made sure to watch Uriel as her attack caused his damned skunk to erupt with flames of her own magic.
"YOU BITCH! YOU WILL BEG TO DIE!" The darkness began to claim more of Uriel's soul gem as he threw a ray at the student with a rifle, the energy flash boiling the water of the young man's torso.
>cont do not post
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160ad7 No.29872
>>29828
C-C-C-Combo breaker!
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160ad7 No.29891
>>21043
>>21044
Konstantin burst from cover, firing the laser cannon of his mech as quickly as it would cycle at his opponent. Katherine's mech waited until the enemy's vulcan cannon began to savage the school grounds near Konstantin before breaking in the opposite direction.
Konstantin grimaced as his construct was struck, sending his last shot wide and burning a hole into what looked like a motor pool. Between the hangar's destruction and the eruption of the building Konstantin had just destroyed, flaming and smoldering debris had begun to scorch the school grounds in this area and distort sensors. The laser cannon was ejected as following rounds began to shred the weapon, the slight reduction in weight giving Konstantin the hope that he might just be able to dodge the enemy's fire just a little bit longer.
Konstantin's ears ring as his mecha is struck by the enemy's stream of rounds, a terrible vibration as alarms sound around the cockpit. Hydraulic pressure in both legs and the left arm drop as the maimed machine's motive systems are breached, spraying the lifeblood of the mecha into a cloud that soon becomes a fuel-air explosion.
With a cry of rage, Konstantin finds himself awakened in a dark cockpit. Only a cracked screen still provides light, and a complete system failure of the mecha. Amazingly, Konstantin finds himself to be seemingly unharmed, save for the fact that at some point he was knocked out long enough for an emergency system to administer a dose of Adrenaline.
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160ad7 No.29892
William FARMER used the lul in his enemy's attack to prepare himself for close combat, readying his CAD as a blunt weapon. Scooting from behind the table to one of the more intact bookshelves, William listened to the footsteps approaching…
His CAD came down upon the wrists holding the pistol, knocking the weapon to the ground and likely breaking something along the way. A shoulder into the pained man drove them both into the midst of the two behind, and William struck out again with his CAD, catching another in the shoulder before they could escape the extended reach. William's ears rang as someone fired, but the noise deafened everyone equally, and the melee carried on as William pressed his attack on the trio of older men. Beyond the melee, he could see nearly a dozen more enemies moving up the main staircase, and three more armed men there looking for clean shots into the melee.
William dove back into cover as one of the men fired from the ground, a round striking the young mage in the back and exiting his flank. In pain, anger and more than a little stubborn defiance, William yelled a number of rude comments about the mothers of the men shooting at him.
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160ad7 No.29893
>>29892
William felt the impact as someone fired a rifle four times, high powered rounds removing chunks of the man pointing a gun at him. The ringing got worse as Lise stepped back from the corner of a bookcase, leaning out fire at the men near the main stairwell. Two of them went down before the others took cover, Lise firing a few more shots before she stepped back behind the bookshelf. She set her rifle against the case, throwing a smoke grenade and then a frag toward the stairs.
Reloading her weapon, she fired a few shots before grabbing and pulling William the last few inches into cover. William could barely hear Lise, though he knew she was yelling. "They're coming up the other stairwell, and they've taken the floors above." William coughed as a fragmentation grenade was roughly shoved against his chest. Pulling the pin, he tossed the grenade into the stairwell with a hoarse "Fire in the hole!"
Something else outside exploded, followed shortly by something that blasted a number of windows on the East side of the building out. Even the intact windows on the other sides of the buildings now looked like fancy lace than windows, at this point. "Take the duffel and get to the North East corner, Will. Covering!"
William considers protesting, but it seems that the enemy is regaining their wits. When he finally reaches the corner of the building, the school outside simply looks like a war zone. The mecha that fired at them earlier is battling another unit equipped only with a melee weapon, while another two units seem to have been destroyed. As Lise begins a fighting retreat toward him, William wearily looks over his CAD. It is clearly battered, but it might still function. Or it could explode and kill him. One of the two?
"The bag, Will! The bag!" Lise's voice seems so distant, considering she can't be more than 20 meters away. She gives a thumbs up when William finds the DSR-50.
Suddenly, that hole in William's side doesn't seem to hurt so much.
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160ad7 No.29933
Azzy's senses tingle as the energy of death increasingly fills the school. Reaching out toward a fallen classmate, he forces a portion of his own will and the escaping energy back into the body. It had been a rather long time since Azzy had felt the intoxication of turning a corpse into his puppet, too long. He wanted more. So much more. With a silent command, his puppet rose and threw itself toward the source of the incoming fire.
William's nanites attempted to swarm as cover and protect Lucy at the same time, but soon showed signs that their master's control was strained by the automatic fire that continued to rain about the group of would-be heroes. Parts of a protective suit formed seemingly at random in the air, while nanites swarmed in a cloud about Lucy almost as if they were hesitating.
For her own part, Lucy tore out a section of the concrete planter, lifting it awkwardly as a shield and a potential battering ram as she ran toward the bastard with a gun she was very intent to liberate. A few rounds impacted the mass of concrete as Lucy began to pick up speed.
Adamma feels slightly sickened by the sight of a fellow student being raised as a zombie, but perhaps now was a poor time to contemplate the sanctity of a fallen ally. Unfortunately the break in the enemy's fire she awaited never seems to come, and Adamma begins feeling that the potter protecting her is far too small to protect from the hail of impacts that seems to fall around her. If only she had a wedding dress to ward away the evil spirits contained in her foe's ammunition!
Moko sighed, or would have, if sighing didn't take so much energy. With an energy-conserving duck and a lazy gesture, she focuses upon the building where the gunman is. He's on the second floor, firing from the window. Concrete block? It would be so much work if he left her sight…
Chains race from Moko's back, winding past the far slower Lucy. As they embed in the building in a wide pattern, Moko finds ducking to be bothersome and simply falls back onto the ground. Her chains heave a ten meter wide section of the building's wall free, throwing the rather shocked gunman into the open courtyard. "Soooooooo much woooooork~"
Azzy is upon the man as he tries to recover his weapon, inhuman talons piercing his neck and chest. While the rather creepy necromancer seems to drink in the experience of his kill, Lucy plows through a small loading door with her battering ram. After a few moments, Lucy rather awkwardly looks out the gaping hole in the building. "Dibs on his gun!"
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160ad7 No.29935
Viktor leaves the floozies and the auditorium behind. It was time for any that stood in his way to fall, and for Viktor to find Konstantin. Together, they could do great things on this night. Two explosions drew Viktor's attention as he focused upon his other senses. There! The trembles that echoed through the earth itself must be those of the mecha that Konstantin pilots. Yes, Konstantin would have rushed to a mecha and resisted! Now Viktor needed only to follow the symphony of war to locate his friend!
The mecha that blocked Viktor's path still radiated heat and steam, or rather what was left of the scorched mecha. The legs and one arm had been torn completely off, though the torso looked largely intact. Hissing at the burning sensation of the emergency release handle, Viktor twisted the cylinder and pushed the increasingly painful thing into the mecha itself. With a quick series of pops, the explosive bolts fired and the side of the cockpit ejected clear with the hiss of compressed air.
Viktor and Konstantin looked at each other and laughed, relaxing when they recognized a friend instead of a foe.
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160ad7 No.29965
>>21016
Krieg collapses as he attempts to head to his dorm. How could all of his gyroscopes be giving different readings? What had happened to his body? It didn't make sense at all.
A few of the students at the auditorium struggle to drag Krieg against the wall, then proceed to restrain him during several attempts to depart once more. "You're not going anywhere in this condition. Cover the door if you want to be useful."
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160ad7 No.29966
| Rolled 28, 6 = 34 (2d100) |
FUN
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160ad7 No.29970
>>29966
Collin's corpse jerks upright at the hip, arms swinging forward with the violent motion. Jenni screams in a mixture of surprise and pain as her instincts cause wounded muscles to tense and prepare to fight. As the corpse-Collin's legs corkscrew and lift him to his feet, Jenni's instincts scream at her to ignore her wounds and flee. With a retching movement and a distinct sound of snapping flesh and bone, brings something up its throat, catching it within a distorted maw. An eye withdraw's from corpse-Collin's head, reappearing below the ear to return Jenni's horrified stare. When a pair of tongues tear the heart casing off of a strange gem held by the thing's maw, Jenni's body finally fills with adrenaline. For a moment, Jenni expects the final blow to strike her down as she tries to get to her feet, but the thing seems to be running away from her as well.
Hobbling as quickly as she can, Jenni drives her shoulder into the door she had entered, spotting Lucy before her wounded leg gave out with a pop. "Clear out! Collin- Something happened to Collin!"
Lucy and the others had barely turned toward Jenni's voice when the opposite end of the robotics club building crumbled around a rapidly growing figure. Centered around a gem the size of a tank, the being lashed out at several small groups that had begun to fire upon it.
Across the campus, a new siren hummed to life. "An A-class entity has breached the school grounds. All personnel evacuate immediately at best rate." The announcement quickly begins to loop.
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160ad7 No.29971
>>29970
>All players are keenly aware of the ~35m tall monster that has begun rampaging within the school, and the evacuation order being broadcast. Holy shit did that thing just shoot a fucking laser at something!?
>Gwen and William FARMER may consider continuing their respective battles or attempting to escape, as they are still in close proximity to threats other than the Class A entity.
>Jenni is crippled and unable to walk.
>All other players may post their final action and a single 1d100
>Characters that escape may be able to return if I ever reboot this, including stat gains. Just something to think about
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160ad7 No.29974
| Rolled 77 (1d100) |
Cut the binds, find your way out, Krieg. You can do this. Yes, you can barely walk, barely see, and you're glitching, but you have to do this. Get out of here, you've survived death before.
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160ad7 No.29975
| Rolled 19 (1d100) |
>>29971
Azzy turns to his allies and manages to mutter one word. "Flee," in a sibilant whisper. He then borrows Remmy's flight and Phasing and flies in the exact opposite direction of the Class A entity that can be seen with Aura sight all too well. Obstacles of all sorts are immaterial, and Azzy knows flight is quick.
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160ad7 No.29976
| Rolled 55 (1d100) |
>>29971
Lucy bullrushes past anything that gets in her way to grab Jenni and RUN.
"Where is the exit?"
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160ad7 No.29977
| Rolled 19 (1d100) |
>Name: Phil Gulcom
>Gender: male
>Race: Italian American
>Age: 21
>Status: [Health: 10(10)] [Ego: 10(15)] [Edge: 10(15)]
>Powers/Enhancements:
[Spiritual vision]
[Magical Code]
>Reputation: Unknown
>friends
[Kennet Carl, 2nd Year - Friend],
[Bozydar Urban, 1st Year - Acquaintance],
[Billy 'Kid' Thatcher, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
[Gabriel Kazmer, 2nd Year - Acquaintance]
[Lisbet Silje, 2nd Year - Acquaintance
>Equipment & Things: [Personal Quarters - Spartan][1st Year Uniform] [Wrist CAD]
>Bonuses/Eccentricities:
>Magical Engineer - Your magical skills are up to par, but your true skill lies in the devices that assist Techno-Magicians. You've a noticable bonus to making modifications to the code that assists magicians, and the CAD devices themselves. Who knows? Maybe you'll be the guy to solve true flight magic!
>Lack of Closure - Despite throwing away her photo, your ex's memory still manages to haunt you. You have a minor penalty to interactions with the opposite sex, and a noticeable penalty to any sort of intimate relations.
1.phil uses his magical code to throw all of his power into a single magic missile at the enemies core. If nothing else than to distract it while the others flee.
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160ad7 No.29978
| Rolled 76 (1d100) |
Jenni attempts to stand, again. To walk. To live. Every inch of her aches, and she winces. "Fucking LEG, FUCKING SCHOOL, FUCK THIS SCHOOL! FUCK! THIS! SCHOOL!"
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160ad7 No.29980
>>29935
Konstantin looks at his friend, his only true friend, Viktor, bleeding from a wound on his head. Konstantin himself wasn't much better, lord knows what may have happened to him. He glanced at the glowing entity, his very soul pulsing in recognition, that was Colin, or what was once Colin. "Well old friend, what shall it be. Death stands before us, now what shall we do?"
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160ad7 No.29981
| Rolled 76 (1d100) |
Hulk gave the angel before him a dire, despaired look before he set his face into the very picture of determination. Tying his bandanna tight, he heroically began sprinting away from the rampaging horror, making a beeline for Moko, William and Adamma.
"WE'RE SCHEDULED TO HEAD BACK OF HOUSE! NO USE IN SENSELESSLY JOBBING, BROTHER, WE NEED TO GET OUT! NOW!"
Using every ounce of effort, speed and strength, Hulk tries rescuing as many fellow students and Academy personnel as he can, carrying two under his arms and one slung across his back. They'll make it all out if he has to give his life to do it, BROTHER. As a REAL AMERICAN would.
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160ad7 No.29982
| Rolled 25 (1d100) |
>>29980
rolling for whatever action white and I decide on
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160ad7 No.29984
YouTube embed. Click thumbnail to play.
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160ad7 No.29985
| Rolled 21 (1d100) |
>>29893
>>29971
"Lise, love, if we survive this I'm treating you to a movie and dinner. So cover me while I get us a way down." William bashes the window with the rifle to knock it out and throws the fire hose out to act as a rope to climb down to the ground. Using the hose and making sure Lise is following shortly William with make his escape with Lise.
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160ad7 No.29986
| Rolled 13 (1d100) |
>>29828
Gwen looked up at the warning of the Class-A entity, then looked back at Uriel, fury in her eyes, but duty burning in her heart. "I don't have time for you right now, Glowbug. There are hurt people here who need to get out, you can either help me with hold back this entity AS IS YOUR DUTY, or you can get the fuck out of my way. Either way I'm done fighting you."
-~Is it so wise to turn your back on an enemy?~-
I don't care.
"Pretty Archer Princess Power!"
With a burst of magic she leapt into the air, calling forth all her powers as she headed for the Class-A Entity, with the end goal of distracting it so that everyone else could escape. She knew it was a suicidal task, hell she had told of so many others for doing similarly stupid shit, but damn it all if she didn't feel the burning need to do something to protect the others. She would not let this school be another London.
If there's ever a time to reveal some super power boost you have, now is it.
-~If I did I'd probably give it to you~-
Ah well, worth a shot.
She stood as high as she could get with as clear a vantage point of the entity as she could, she recognized this being, so Colin was a self-righteous prick and got himself witched out huh? didn't even know he was a magical boy, ah well time to do something she told Colin off for thinking of doing earlier that week.
She charged an arrow with the best spell she could think of coming to mind, not arrow rain, it wouldn't be effective enough, light arrow might just help it, who knows how it feels about fire.
Void arrow should work, the essence of nothing, it took damn near everything out of her when she cast it and it was never a sure thing, but she had yet to find something it didn't kill.
Charging the spell with as much magical might as she could she glared at the monster the boy had become
"HEY! COLIN! HAVE A PRESENT!"
She loosed her arrow.
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160ad7 No.29987
| Rolled 84, 91, 27 = 202 (3d100) |
>>29986
reasons
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160ad7 No.29988
| Rolled 30 (1d100) |
>>29970
Well. This certainly sucked, I thought. Hete I was, on my back, and not even comfortably. No, it was on a dirty, dusty floor. Ugh. That meant I would have to regenerate this outfit. As I slowly willed my chains to pull me up, I took in all the mess, all the destruction, all the ruination. Ugh. Just…just…double ugh. First some clingy weird guy attacks me and my boy fri-oh. Crap. Krieg. Looking around me, everyone was panicking and running..and uh.. doing stuff. Man, I need to do something as well, I thought as I dusted myself off. Looking around the area, I spot the maddening form of Collin, looming over us all. I suppose I should have felt…something.. but that would be too much work. Too much….You know, thinking to myself, I pause. This whole acadamy, this ugh…school thing? You know what? This was way too much work for me. Just too much. Too much work entirely. God, just thinking about all this work just pisses me off. For a micro moment, a twinge of annoyance crosses my brow.
I shrug. Chains erupt from my back, as I spare the tiniest bit of power to urge on my escape and drag myself away. Godx how laberous, how painful…just…just what a drag. As I pull myself away with my chains, I take a few heavily considered moments to find Krieg, Jenni, Hulk and anyone else I can find. As I see them, My chains quickly begin to pull them away as I use my chains to drag myself away from this utter overload of stress, leading them all out of this mad house. Even as the buildings crumble, and enemies find me, they're simply too slow, as my chains support the arches and smash aside the assaliants. For once, it seemed, I had the vaguest idea of a goal. How strange, I thought, as I pulled myself away from the school. So this is what actually putting effort into something was like?
Wow. It fucking sucked.
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160ad7 No.30001
| Rolled 66, 27, 37, 77, 28, 18, 36, 68 = 357 (8d100) |
>>29987
was told to roll these
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160ad7 No.30020
| Rolled 38 (1d100) |
>>29982
There is no retreat. There is no surrender. When the going gets tough the tough get going. Konstantin and Viktor were all that stood between some weird god monster thing and the destruction of everyone ever. Their magical friendship would enable them to deliver a most brutal beatdown to the shitty nerd God that was about to get rekt hard!
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160ad7 No.30021
YouTube embed. Click thumbnail to play.
| Rolled 65 (1d100) |
>>29980
>>30020
"Yes my friend, we shall save our classmates, and maybe even the world." Konstantin puts his hand on his fallen mech, then his hand on Viktor's shoulder. "Together, we shall fight!"
And so the two teenage boys charged towards certain death, happy in the knowledge that if they were to die, then it'd be together. And maybe, just maybe, they'll be another time.
(rolling for any possible interaction between my angel bits and Colin's angel core)
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160ad7 No.30023
>>30021
It was an honor and a privilege to have served with you.
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160ad7 No.31163
>>30020
>>30021
"Konstantin! Orders from Dr Kein, get your ass down the rabbit hole south of you. ETA 30 seconds. I'll buy you time to sortie." The other training mecha's speakers are barely audible over the noise of the Angel wrecking the school, the evacuation alert and the scattered battle that continues. "Don't make me wait, or you owe me dinner and a movie, ok?"
Konstantin and Viktor share a look as Katherine's mech awkwardly grasps the training halberd in one hand, what remains of the left limb shredded much like Konstantin's robot. When the phone booth sized cylinder erupts from the ground, both boys sprint toward it and find themselves growing lighter as they descend.
Dr Kein was waiting for them when the doors opened. "The unit isn't mature yet, so you'll both have to be inserted in individual plugs. I can't guarantee that you'll even be able to communicate, let alone that the unit will boot. I'm sorry, we don't have much time, boys. Get in the mecha."
Konstantin and Viktor both sit in the dim plugs as they are inserted into the mecha. A rather annoying and bright holographic projection appears before Viktor, showing Dr Kein. "I'm sorry, Viktor. There is no other way."
Before Viktor can question the comment, four metallic spikes erupt from his chest and gut, barbs springing from the tips before they retract, preventing him from moving. As his life quickly fades, Viktor tries to curse the woman but finds his breath lacking.
Konstantin's plug powers up and a familiar series of data begins filling the walls of the plug. "Seventy percent synch and stable. Booting the auxiliary sensors. Detecting transmission errors from plug two." Dr. Kein forces a smile toward Konstantin. "Viktor can hear you, Konstantin, but I can't fix the bug in his coms without overhauling the unit. You'll have to sortie as is. He's aiding your synch levels with the unit regardless."
Konstantin nodded, focused upon the link between the mecha and himself. The plug's panoramic screens were filled with the elevator, so he focused upon the link. He could feel Viktor, for certain. "Yes, my friend. We shall save our classmates, and maybe even the world! Together, we shall fight!"
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160ad7 No.31164
>>29985
William FARMER hits the ground hard, cursing but unharmed. The fire hose had worked, and Lise would be right behind him.
The strange liquid that rained upon him was warm, and something about it seemed familiar. Lise's rifle fell to the ground nearby, prompting William to look up. Lise's shirt, empty, was impaled upon part of the Entity's form, the rest of her clothing still falling among the remaining spray of liquid.
A synthetic voice yelled at William as the entity's next spike raced towards him. "Well fuck."
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160ad7 No.31166
>>29986
Gwen leaves Uriel behind after transforming, heading toward the tallest building she can reach with her magical powers.
-~Those soldiers you just leaped over have nose bleeds, now~-
Focusing her magic, Gwen pictured a great big heap of nothing at the tip of an arrow. As the glowing orb began to form, she pictured the heap being pushed down until finally, it began to collapse upon itself. Smaller, smaller, smaller yet. Some more optimistic magical girls may have remarked upon some nonsense about this attack being filled with hopes and dreams, rather than absolutely nothing, but Gwen had left those days behind. And she wasn't nine any more.
-~An attack using the empty void inside of you? How edgy and cliche.~-
Shut up already.
"HEY! COLIN! HAVE A PRESENT!"
As her bow string snapped, Gwen gave the arrow all the momentum she could. Visibly compressing the air ahead of it, the arrow flew strait toward the red orb of the thing Collin had become. As it hit, the orb grew to the size of a nearby building, bathing the Academy in a rather unsettling darkness as everything in the blast was consumed and then promptly vanished.
-~You missed~-
Gwen felt light headed as she fell into a rather annoyingly princess-like sitting position. Why did she always have to sit like she was riding side saddle when she transformed.
As the chaos of her attack faded, Gwen found the breath to curse at the hexagonal pattern that had stopped her attack.
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160ad7 No.31167
>>31166
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZBoiW460nU
-~That isn't good~-
Gwen's body feels heavy as she tells it to move. The entity's mouth has begun to glow, almost like it is drawing in and charging particles from the surrounding air, and it is being focused directly at her.
No good. She watches the red light as it races towards her.
I hate you.
-~I know~-
"Prism Shard!" Uriel's voice sounds like some sort of god damned singing.
The entity's beam strikes the prism that forms before it, throwing a kaleidoscope of colors out like embers from grinding metal or the most brilliant fireworks Gwen has ever watched. The barrier begins to crack as the onslaught continues, but soon the beam begins to wane and grow weaker. The retch-like motion of the entity sends a pulse that shatters the prismatic shield and continues toward Gwen.
"Ave crux spes unica!"
The skies part, allowing a single ray of light to stand between Gwen and the fading attack. The ray becomes a cross, radiating a barrier of what can only be called 'holy' light. The new barrier dissipates the attack with ease.
"Can't let you die when you owe us all a drink, Gwen." Shirley lifts Gwen to her feet. "Looks like everyone is here, then."
The Academy's magical girls and boys look between themselves, then toward the entity.
"So, we're doing this, then?"
Shirley laughs. "Deus Vult, Gwennie."
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160ad7 No.31170
>>29975
>>29976
>>29978
>>29981
>>29988
Azzy turns to his allies and manages to mutter one word. "Flee," in a sibilant whisper. A moment later, the boy has taken a rather ghostly form and heads off straight through a nearby building, fleeing the monster that was once Collin.
Hulk tries to gather everyone else into a coherent group, but can't stop Alexei from running toward the source of a rather unsettling arrow launched at the monster threatening to destroy the Academy.
With a serious face and a tightened bandanna, Hulk runs over to the others and scoops up the little Hulksteress 'Moko' onto his shoulders. "WE'RE SCHEDULED TO HEAD BACK OF HOUSE! NO USE IN SENSELESSLY JOBBING, BROTHER, WE NEED TO GET OUT! NOW!"
The others quickly nod, Lucy quickly moving to scoop up the badly wounded Jenni before returning with the other, rather irate, girl in a princess carry.
As Hulk leads the group toward the other end of the academy, those that dare to glance back witness the counter-attacks launched by a number of their peers. A training mecha with one arm attempts to distract the entity with a melee weapon, the dwarfed mecha clearly unable to even close upon the entity.
Dodging sweeping blasts of energy and limbs that seem to sprout from the entity at random, the mecha pilot fights for their life. Magical attacks begin to pelt the entity, finding no purchase as a hexagonal barrier forms to block every attack.
Alexei is thrown over the group as they flee, impacting a building before an energy beam strikes the crumbling hole made by the magical boy. With a pulse, the building is mostly vaporized, what little remains thrown away from the blast as rubble. Moko's chains slash at the debris headed toward the group, but William Mason has lagged behind after telling Hulk to carry wounded instead of himself. His nanites attempt to redirect the chunk of concrete headed toward him, but the energy of the blast is too great. With mixed feelings, the others leave behind the bloody smear.
Another blast from the entity melts through a wall of the Academy, prompting the group to head North and out of the line of fire. They find a group of soldiers that look to have liberated some vehicles from the earlier attackers.
"Private Daniels, get these kids out of here. Now!"
Private Daniels hops behind the wheel of one of the DOOMvees, and the students pile in. With Jenni strapped to the back floor and a medic over her, Hulk and Moko ride shotgun.
The vehicle roars to life, and the radio with it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=86URGgqONvA
Hulk moves to turn off the music, but Moko raises a hand to stop him. "It is right."
"Whatever you say little hulkster. Pedal to the metal, brother!"
Daniels grins at Moko, then shifts the DOOMvee into gear. "Hold onto your butts, and someone get on the 'em 'gee. Give any of those fuckers that attacked a burst if we see them!"
Lucy is more than happy to rack the DOOMvee's machine gun and hunt for targets as they speed through the Academy's gates and beyond.
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160ad7 No.31171
>>29965
Krieg stumbles to his feet at the sound of the evacuation alert. Some of the others manage to help him as those left in the auditorium make their escape away from the fighting. Fortunately, there are a number of soldiers with DOOMvees that were near the auditorium, and the escape for those that remained was only hampered when a single DOOMvee was caught in a blast from the entity.
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160ad7 No.31172
>>31167
Gwen cursed at the world. Alexei and Hiltama were dead for sure, and two of Shirley's team had likely joined them. Nothing was getting through that thing's defenses. Uriel was at his limit, too. That damned traitor was about to witch out in the middle of a fight.
-~Bring me to him~-
Go to hell.
-~Fine~-
"URIEL, QUICKLY, COME HERE." Gwen struggled, but it was useless. Her body wouldn't listen.
What have you done!
-~What needs to be done~-
Uriel limped over, wiping tears from his eyes. "We can't win this, Gwen. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
"You're turning into a witch."
FUCK YOU DONT TELL HIM THAT.
"W-what!? No! No! NO! I don't want- I don't want that! I don't want to be a witch!" The light in Uriel's soul gem faded as despair overtook the boy.
-~STRIKE~-
Her body suddenly her own again, Gwen formed an arrow in her grasp and drove it up, into Uriel's throat and skull. His blood boiled off as it ran down her arm, then Uriel shattered into a thousand crystal shards.
Gwen's hand grabbed the grief seed that was once Uriel's gem.
-~You wanted a super power boost?~- A shadow crept from Gwen's hand and swallowed the grief seed. -~Enjoy, while it lasts~-
The power was intoxicating, or maybe Gwen was just bleeding internally at this point.
-~Only a little~-
The Academy shook as a courtyard nearby opened, revealing an elevator shaft. The sound of bad car brakes screamed from within the shaft, until a platform with a rather nightmarish, scarred bio mecha reached the surface.
The mecha gave an enraged cry, breaking into a run straight toward the entity. Gwen leaped toward the nearest building, reaching the rooftop as the mecha collided with the entity's barrier. The barrier looked different, this time, like there were two of them.
The Mecha howled in rage, each clawed hand almost looking like it were prying open an elevator door. This was Gwen's chance.
-~No. Use the other attack. You may not get another chance. Ever.~-
Gwen grinned. This would be one hell of a show.
Konstantin yelled out in anger and defiance. The Angel was charging an attack in its mouth, and with his AT field focused to tear through the Angel's, this wouldn't be good. "VIKTOR, THIS ONE WILL BE CLOSE!"
The rotating sigil that formed above his head drew little of Konstantin's attention, until the torrent of arrows poured through the gap he was opening in the Angel's AT field. Reeling from the assault of magical projectiles, the Angel's AT field began to fail, allowing Konstantin to widen the gap.
The Angel's beam attack struck the mecha's left arm as the angel's body was pierced by shining spears of energy, twisting the entity's form to throw the attack off of the mecha's core. Konstantin's mecha tore through the collapsed AT field of his foe, driving its remaining arm into the core of the Angel.
"Victoria aut Mors!"
Shirley tackled Gwen, gripping her tightly as the Angel collapsed upon its shattered core. "Libera Me!"
The shields that formed around the two magical girls still could not block out the light as the Angel's core exploded.
>>29977
Phil's paltry attacks against the Angel were useless, though he never gave up. When the Angel's core exploded, Phil had but a moment to contemplate life, the universe and everything before the blast reduced him to a shadow, then destroyed the Academy.
>>29975
>>31170
Azzy turns back to see the Academy vanish, but even Remmy's flight powers were only able to carry him so far. As the blast races toward him, Azzy curses that idiot Collin. This was all his faul-
As the DOOMvee they are riding in is struck by the blast wave of the Angel's death, Hulk and the others brace themselves as best they can. Lucy is the first to awaken in the overturned vehicle, and to her relief everyone is still breathing. Even Jenni, though she still looks deathly pale. Only Adamma seems to have avoided injury, but Lucy can only bring herself to complain about the rather nice gun on the vehicle being ruined.
>>31171
Krieg's DOOMvee likewise is struck by the blast wave of the Angel's death, but the vehicle does not overturn. Only minor injuries are sustained.
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160ad7 No.32042
>>31172
-Motherfucking Omake time-
Eyelids shouldn't feel this heavy. You can rub sleep out of your eyes, right? Yeah, just got to get those hands up and get that sleep right out of there. Is everything heavy, now? This sucks.
Azzy rubbed his right eye. It felt so rough, but his vision seemed to be better. The bandage on his hand was holding a little tube in place. What is that called? Oh, an IV. Why does he have one of those?
"Slowly, shuug. You're hurt bad, don't try to move too fast now." The voice was nice, like it actually cared. Was it fake?
Hey, why does everything look funny?
Remmy hovered through the ceiling, making a goofy grin. The older nurse's head blocked Azzy's view of the spirit. She was holding up her pointer finger.
"Shuug, you're safe now. You're in a hospital, ok? Can you tell me your name and how many fingers I'm holdin up?"
"Azzy. One."
"Good, good. You're doin good, shuug. We've got you on a morphine for the pain, so don't worry your little brow if you feel funny, ok?" She grinned down at Azzy.
"My left arm feels funny. And everything looks off."
The woman flinched. "Oh, shuug…"
Remmy floated around her head, pulling his left arm into his body and popping out his left eye.
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