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Post by emyaj on Aug 8, 2006 4:34:58 GMT -5
OOC : sorry been in the hospital again catchin up hope to post in a bit after I catch up
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 8, 2006 8:49:29 GMT -5
Freddy gathers Mao Boby Pelch BB and Widow together.. there is a slight squirming as people get used to standing up without a bio-suppository..
Henri is already used to spirits - but it might be useful from a conjouring POV ... Quick is watching the entrance.
The courtyard-style plan of the place allows sleeping and activity areas to lsurround the open living space - now including the makeshift office - but the range is just past the kitchen witha thicker insulated wall todeaden the sound..
It has a small holo and mobile track - along with drop-downs to create scenery.. alleyways buildings or plain gallery. yo could shoot squirrls off branches if you wanted to, just select from the comp.
He demonstrates calling up a spirit - Force three, described as 'adequate' for most small jobs explaining that smallerones are a bit too weedy and bigger can cause the magical feedback that would impair future performance.. Real big and you need a doc on standby...
a swift murmur some weaving gestures - did Freddy's skin take on a scaley appearance.? - then from behind one of the crate targets steps - or drifts a small humanoid..
It is kind of indistinct, no realidentifiable features but has the impression of being clothed in drab grey rumpled overalls and cap - the impression of a janitor seems to fit nicely. but it is only an impression
I expected a red hat and fishing rod - not this crappy third rate holo projection - does it do tricks ? Pelch's snort of derision stung Freddy - Henri was quite impressed though - fast and easy enough, and one at a time - but as many as you could conjour, knock em down and theres more .. very quick an cheap compared to elementals...
Freddy pulled out a medium pistol - cleared the area then blasted away with it - the shots bounced - or rather spun off the image as if hitting a big wet sandbag..
Anything bigger will be able to damage it - this is a good workhorse spirit able to do most ordinary jobs - even stand in the way and take a little flack to protect someone - try you r own heaters on me Untrusting one...but only one shot, please...
Freddy stands behind the spirit - sticking up his jacket while Pelch fires one shot at him - the spirit soaks up most of the heavy pistol impact , letting Freddy pick up the slug with mits on that literally bounces off his jacket...
Anothe conjouring and a different misty shape materialises -
They are great for hiding you as well - Spirit, conceal me..
A veil is drawn over him, it is hard to see where Freddy is - because they all knew where he was five seconds ago it is still remarkable how - how well he had faded into the background -
Taking a few steps back behind the crate and out of sight Freddy walked back down the range to near enough dissappear - try thermal or lowlight or even ultrasound- still no Freddy as he was concealed in the wrappings ofthe spirit.
It was only when he got good and close did the more perceptive realise where he was..
I can guide the spirit to cover anyone - one order at a time - there are other things spirits are good for but these are the main ones - hiding you and taking flack.
If I was going into danger I would call up a bigger one that would stop most smallarms fire..heresan important thing, slice it, punch it, headbutt - any personal attack will be much better than a gun. The bigger they are the more obvious - and can be draining.. if you are unlucky, also you get to order them around less!
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 9, 2006 7:12:37 GMT -5
Spirits are very powerful because they can be called up quickly – they can move fast are tough at distance, and can provide a variety of effects to help the caster or his team..
A wiz can see the spirit world and can identify spirits but you lot cant – It means a spirit can attack you by materialising close by … but as you have seen the best thing to do is slice it, as it is your Chi - your force of will that you are pitting against it… and it takes a few seconds to materialise, so stay alert when you think they are around.
You can hide from spirits – the smaller they are the thicker they get – these ordinary ones I have conjoured would have difficulty in spotting people hiding behind crates – but dark shadows don’t make any difference to them,
They have to be physical to do most of their stuff – you should be able to spot them, look for something strange – or out of place – a whirling in the rubbish that doesn’t stop, you’ve seen the misty folk – leprechauns - call en what you will they are representatives of inhabited areas… there are spirits associated with general areas, sometimes you can escape them by getting out of their realm or area
I have been thinking about swarms – we may have to invest in environment suits or sealed armour and use flamers or something.. but if it comes to that then we shouldn’t be there anyway – right Widow?
Here are a few more spirits to work out on – try a shot or two then try hitting it – see the effect. Then put your guns away.
I will hide a couple of you as well to show how hard it is to spot you.. and how much easier it is to sneak around when concealed -
for twenty minutes the shooting gallery was filled with catcalls and jeers as the hide-and-seek shennanegans continued.. when using their own stealth skills accompanied by a spirit – it was very hard to spot, some could hide well without the spirit cover, but were nearly undetectable with it…
Very useful for infiltration – or for leaving a building that you know is under observation.. problem is it needs a place that is out of sight to call up a city spirit , at the Snake oil shop Freddy would go into the back yard which was surrounded by a high wall, then summon the city spirit to cover him. Great way to lose a tail.
People didn’t see magic at work usually – leading to a general conclusion that unless you could see it it didn’t exist.. This session gave the others not only a practical session in coming to understand spirits – but also it got them to believe in magic.
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Post by Wheels on Aug 10, 2006 19:49:35 GMT -5
Widow had flat out refused to let Bobby go and retrieve his gear that he'd paid hard earned nuyen for. She'd said, she needed to review the comms suggestions first, and sent Bobby back to working on further solutions for the "bug" in the lair. Bobby was starting to go bonkers thinking about that, but like a good trooper, slogged his way thru some more research...
It almost came as a relief when BB called Bobby over to the infirmary. Almost. Right up to the point where she'd checked him out down below. She'd blushed and muttered something like "Oh, my..." though it had been hard to make out. He'd blushed. She smiled up at him mischeiviously. There was red faces all around. He'd suffered thru the rest of the exam in red faced silence as BB kept giving him little smiles. Finally he'd been able to escape the infirmary, walking a little stiff legged back to his room, to don freshly washed clothing. Another thing to add to my list. Since I can't seem to make it back to my place...
Sighing heavily, Bobby was just sitting down to the computer console again when Freddy and Henri called them all down to the gun range. "Bring your guns." had been the directions. Bobby looked doubtfully at the Ares Predator, that he'd 'inherited' along the way, but shrugged and followed the others down to the range.
Freddy's demonstration about spirits and such was very informative. Bobby even managed to convince a couple of the others to show him how to shoot the pistol better. It wasn't like real shooting practice since the lesson was more about magic than shooting, but Bobby learned some stuff he didnt know.
"What about vehicles and such? Can your spirits hide things as big as, oh I dunno, a large van?" Bobby asked, considering possibilities. "And how long does that sort of hiding last? And what about if we move? Does it work then?" Bobby's questioning continued on in that vein for a couple minutes as he explored possibilities that could work with his specialty which was vehicles.
Towards the end of the lesson, Bobby started thinking about other stuff. Stuff that he could teach. He could teach them to be drivers, but they'd never be as good as a rigger. He could teach them about electronics...He thought about that for a while. Yah. That's a possibility. I wish I had my tools though. Or that maglock passkey that Buddy is working on for me.... Bobby waited til the end of the magic lesson, then announced that after lunch he was going to review comms devices and some basic security and electronics skills that could come in useful...
After lunch, which was surprisingly composed by Pelch and Mao, and turned out to be quite good, Bobby gathered the team around the main table where he'd stacked the electronic comms that had been confiscated. He spent the next hour and a half reviewing basic radio use and with Widow's nod, explained the basic surveilance countermeasures used throughout the world. Changing frequencies on a preset schedule, code words, etc. and ended up with a brief synopsis of Broadcast encryption. Most of the team had heard of this drek before, but Pelch looked lost most of the time.
After the lesson, Widow pulled Bobby and Pelch asside."Get him up to speed on the electronics..." were her instructions to Bobby. Both dwarves looked at each other, grimacing. Then they both burst out laughing at the others expression. They headed off towards the pile of comms gear where they spent a couple hours going thru the knowledge again...And again, and again...By about the fifth time, Pelch was at least able to talk into the comms and not jump everytime the earpiece spoke to him. He'd even gotten as far as being able to tell from the clock when to change frequencies...It was a long and slow process, for, while Pelch was not stupid, he was by and large illiterate. Bobby spent a good portion of the time explaining what symbols meant and what numbers were, and what the number combinations stood for. The higher functions of frequency bounce and signal amplification, and broadcast encryption technology, Bobby left for another day...
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Post by krondax on Aug 11, 2006 4:55:32 GMT -5
Widow walked to the counter and grabbed herself a cup of caf before leaning on a wall to watch the education of Pelch. It was, mesmerizing, like watching a train wreck. you just, couldnt turn away. So engrossed was she that she didnt even notice BB comming up next to her.
"I Guess mao was wrong about Pelch's intelligence." she said, elicting a smile on Widow's face.
"No little one, the Kid wasnt lying. he was right. I think I over heard something about putting him through Kindergarden, and thats almost exactly what is going on." Turning her head, she looked at the young girl. "By the way, I feel so damn sorry for you" she added before taking a sip of her caf.
"Sorry for me? why?" she asked, turning to look at Widow.
"Simple. you had to touch him when he was naked. Hell, I didnt even want to see him do his streaking performance, but hey, nothing that an all night bender wont cure...... I hope...." she replied, a bit of mirth in her voice. "As for Mao, well, he'll learn too some things that he needs to... Speaking of.." She began to move off to find Mao to tell him seomthing, but was stopped by a coughing sound.
"I do believe that it is your turn on the examining table Widow" Said BB, prompting a sigh from widow as she moved behind the curtain. She was hoping to put it off a bit, but no time like the present.
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Post by krondax on Aug 11, 2006 4:57:36 GMT -5
*ooc. ok, im back, catching up slowly, just read the previous 2 pages, ill read the others when i get the chance. ?I was on vacation, as i had posted, now its pelches turn to be on vaca. on top of that, i just got all my crap into a house as i moved. crap, just realized that that dasiy shirt got packed somewhere, and i have no clue where. wait, i might have an idea, anyway, im ini the process of unpacking so my life is still hekctick, but ill try. anyway, its 5 am, time to go to bed.
most importantly, get better emyaj, and stay outta that hospital!
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Post by Wheels on Aug 15, 2006 0:26:35 GMT -5
OOC sorry guys, my sisters dog ate all my computer cables...sigh...monitor, cable, router cables...damn dog...
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Post by Braddoc on Aug 15, 2006 14:30:06 GMT -5
((OOC: 'guess man's best friend turned out to be a bitch bwahahahaha..sorry sucks for you though...))
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Post by krondax on Aug 15, 2006 14:58:01 GMT -5
ooc and my laptop ha suffered a break down. my buddy is giving it one month to live.and i just finally got the desktop hookedup, so hopefuly ill get back tonight to the games
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Post by gremlin on Aug 16, 2006 4:06:09 GMT -5
OOC: man, it never rains it pours. We got workmen digging up our street & got a letter saying our 'net service may be affected. It's pot luck whether I can get online or not, untill they Foxtrot Oscar & wake someone else at 6am with their damn pneumatic drills.
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Post by emyaj on Aug 16, 2006 6:04:46 GMT -5
OOC my apologies bad luck seems in the air been in and out of the hospital ha a seizure and fractured my right hand and bruised my ribs on my right side too but i am home finally again
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 16, 2006 8:03:02 GMT -5
A brief explaination to Bobby over spirits and mechanics shows them that the two are seperate - spirits have a hard time dealing with anything which is not 'natural' so vehicles, computers toxics all pose a difficulty with a spirit interracting with it, so theyre not much use against high tech kit - thats a relief!
Henri is urged to summon a spirit or two so he can call them as backup - they could assess the cost of the gear they need - where to buy it ( Freddy knows a man...) and he could call up a spirit in case the elemental turns...... depends on how big, a pretty big but controlable one (F5) or a bigger but watch out for the consequences one (F6/7)
and did he need any other items that would be useful.. there were a few days available to hunt useful stuff down..
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Post by wolflet59 on Aug 18, 2006 8:55:11 GMT -5
How did the meet go Widow? do we need to know any of the details?
weve all got some legwork to do soon - with Mao and Pelch as our Star liason - are there any easy going officials there to contact - or do they throw one of their special liason officers to match up. Bearing in mind who has been on the most wanted list, the help from the Star maybe minimal, so our guys will have to be clued up on exactly what they will need - could we get the tapes from the Lantern and surrounds shipped over to here so we can view them, and ask questions later? Ther will be quite a few hurs to work through - and a lot of missing stuff.
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Post by Pelch Gobwit on Aug 20, 2006 2:51:42 GMT -5
Should not be examined to closely. Let's hope the worst is behind us and no one has a dirty digit planted firmly in their backsides..
Widow and Mao watched as Wheels tried to get Pelch to understand how to use the comm gear and the clock. Wheels was getting frustrated. Not that he hadn't been frustrated BEFORE he started. Pelch was also not in a pleasant mood. Dwarfs were supposed to be irascible, stubborn and gruff. These two gave NEW meaning to the words.
"NO NO NO!" Wheels screamed in despair and anger. "You push the fragging button when the BIG Hand is on the twelve and the little hand is on the ONE!"
Pelch was just as quick to reply, "There are TWO FRAGGING BIG HANDS! There is more than ONE fragging ONE on this stupid device! They all look like straight lines anyway! I see FIVE of your FRAGGING, so called, FRAGGING ONES! LOOK here," He pointed at the dial, "1, 0, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 2 !"
"YOU IDIOT! That's 10, 11, 12, 1, and 2!"
"ALL THE FRAGGING ONES ARE ON THE FRAGGING SAME SIDE! That's STUPID! IT"S ALWAYS FRAGGING ONE! It's about as smart as Mao running face first into the Great Wall of China! Wait, he did that already let me give you another example." Mao glared. "It's about as stupid as standing on the range watching you all blast away like you're a bunch of combat biker rookies getting ready for the pre season Super Brawl. You idiots didn't hit a darned thing. You didn't see me wasting my ammo shooting at silly pictures in the air! No SIR, NOT ME! No, wait you clowns did that TOO!" Pelch looked frustrated, "I can't come up with anything dumber, off the top of my head, that you guys haven't already done!"
Wheels threw his hands in the air in disgust and frustration! Then tried to approach it calmly again. "Look, it's not fragging rocket science! This is the second hand, this is the minutes hand, and this is the hour hand."
"Seconds, Minutes, Hours. Who cares? They all go around. All the dots are the fragging same, all the symbols are screwed. I can't believe you expect me to sit all day watching these fragging hands go round and round and when they all line up somewhere then I have to push one of several buttons that all look alike and tell everyone what the frag I've done! WELL I"LL TELL THEM WHAT I'VE DONE! I've been sitting, watching some FRAGGING IDIOT DEVICE SO I CAN PUSH A BUTTON TO TELL YOU IMBECILES I HAVE BEEN WATCHING A BUNCH OF HANDS GO PAST A FRAGGING BUNCH OF NUMBERS!"
Mao looked at Widow and spoke quietly, "Has anyone considered that Pelch might be incapable of learning? Some people are you know. Ever heard of idiots savant? They can be a genius in one field of thought and totally stupid in another. Could it be that Pelch's brain is physically incapable of reading or even comprehending numbers or symbols?" He stuck his head through the door into the next room, "BB, Freddy? Can you come in here a minute?"
Wheels and Pelch continued to scream in each others faces.
Mao looked at BB. "I assume you gave Pelch an eye examination."
"Yes, but I used the kids screen. You know pictures instead of letters or numbers."
"Did your examination cover any kind of cat scan."
"No, we don't have the equipment for it."
"OK, here's the kicker. Is Pelch capable of understanding numbers or words?"
BB looked thoughtful, "I don't know. It would take some serious mental tests and equipment to figure that out. It does make some sense though. Pelch is a dwarf and is long lived. It would seem reasonable that he would have picked up SOME understanding of words or symbols by now, and yet he doesn't seem to have any capacity to link the symbols with ideas."
Freddy blinked in shock, "Then how in all the free spirits does he get around and do anything?"
Widow looked thoughtful, "Direct experience? I don't know if I am putting this right. If he can see it, taste it, feel it, touch it, smell it he can deal with it. You hand him a symbol and tell him it relates to cause and effect he CAN'T UNDERSTAND how it works. Show him magic he can understand cause and effect, he just doesn't understand the symbols you used to create the magic. They are meaningless to him. When you showed him the magic he knows you did SOMETHING but he has NO CLUE how you did it and won't understand it if you explained it a thousand times. He probably thinks you had a projector or machine someplace or did some slight of hand trick."
"Slight of HAND! That's insulting. Does he think I am some kind of old time slight of hand artist or stage magician. Indeed, if he asks me to pull a rabbit out of my hat...." Freddy stated. "Doesn't he have any idea of the work and discipline it takes to do summonings?"
"In a word? No. I suspect he has no clue at all." Mao stated calmly. "He may not BE trainable in that fashion. We may indeed have to consider him to be mentally handicapped. He is SIN'less most of his life society wouldn't have cared. He functions on a Neanderthal level. It does us little good to force the issue. He may even have some form of attention deficit disorder. We are going to have to approach this differently and rather than Wheels figuring out how to get Pelch to use a communicator I think BB is going to have to train Pavlov's dog so to speak."
"YOU"RE SO FRAGGING STUPID!" Wheels screamed.
"Well I didn't get my car and chopper trashed and then blow the drek out of Mao's car as a sidebar so I must not be as STUPID as you think, DREK HEAD!" Pelch screamed back.
"Fat LOT you know about it you mental midget! You're a fragging RETARD! You can't read, you can't write, you can't tell time!"
"Hey Wheels? Kiss my fragging HOOP! I've had enough of this DREK, I'm going to get some sleep!" Pelch stalked off down the hall and slammed the door on his room.
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Post by krondax on Aug 21, 2006 3:58:47 GMT -5
(ooc, Meet? what meet?)
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