Shadows of Perfection
- Calamity John
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception 28% (+5% about a good deal):
1d100: [25] = 25
JIC d20: 1d20: [12] = 12
JIC d100: 1d100: [82] = 82
Save vs. HF 12: 1d20: [14] = 14
Seeing bosslady is busy with... something gross, John decides to wait to share that there's also a gunman in the area, not just monsters attacking farms and whatever caused that gross wound. "I got some word. We'll talk later."
If he fails his save, John's outside hurling. Dead men look like that, not still living ones.
JIC d20: 1d20: [12] = 12
JIC d100: 1d100: [82] = 82
Save vs. HF 12: 1d20: [14] = 14
Seeing bosslady is busy with... something gross, John decides to wait to share that there's also a gunman in the area, not just monsters attacking farms and whatever caused that gross wound. "I got some word. We'll talk later."
If he fails his save, John's outside hurling. Dead men look like that, not still living ones.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 63% |
1d100: [77] = 77
JIC: 1d20: [7] = 7 | 1d100: [2] = 2
Jack listens to the sheriff's warning and has a thought that just might help.
"We can't touch him without restraining him, so what about that fly paper thing you used on Eight when we were on the death planet? If he can't move, then Amber can do her hand wavey stuff on him without worrying"
He looks a little closer at Virgil and begins pointing to the festering wound. "Then maybe we can figure out what caused this, and if we're going to survive this one."
As Jack points at Virgil's wound, the fingertip of his nanobot hand starts to stretch out until it is about a foot away from the man. Jack starts to swirl circles with his fingertip around the wound. As he notices the rest of the group watching his new found skill, he quickly withdraws the finger as his hand returns to normal.
Damn.....didn't really want to show that off yet....
He tries to take the attention away from himself. "It sounds good in theory anyway"
JIC: 1d20: [7] = 7 | 1d100: [2] = 2
Constant Conditions:
Jack listens to the sheriff's warning and has a thought that just might help.
"We can't touch him without restraining him, so what about that fly paper thing you used on Eight when we were on the death planet? If he can't move, then Amber can do her hand wavey stuff on him without worrying"
He looks a little closer at Virgil and begins pointing to the festering wound. "Then maybe we can figure out what caused this, and if we're going to survive this one."
As Jack points at Virgil's wound, the fingertip of his nanobot hand starts to stretch out until it is about a foot away from the man. Jack starts to swirl circles with his fingertip around the wound. As he notices the rest of the group watching his new found skill, he quickly withdraws the finger as his hand returns to normal.
Damn.....didn't really want to show that off yet....
He tries to take the attention away from himself. "It sounds good in theory anyway"
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 24%
1d100: [27] = 27
JIC d20: 1d20: [5] = 5
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [43] = 43
Conditions/Stats:
David says, "Amber, if you're worried about him fighting back, I can cast Carpet of Adhesion on him. It'll hold for 10 minutes or so. Would that be long enough for what you need to do?"
Spell Strength 13+, Carpet of Adhesion, 10 PPE. As many times as Amber needs.
JIC d20: 1d20: [5] = 5
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [43] = 43
Conditions/Stats:
David thinks, That's something different. Whatever Jack's doing doesn't look like a telescoping finger. I'll ask when we're NOT in the field.As Jack points at Virgil's wound, the fingertip of his nanobot hand starts to stretch out until it is about a foot away from the man. Jack starts to swirl circles with his fingertip around the wound. As he notices the rest of the group watching his new found skill, he quickly withdraws the finger as his hand returns to normal.
David mutters, "She really needs to get over her obsession with me. It can't be healthy for her."Susan wrote:"You haven't been touching him, have you? Is David here? Did he try to touch this man?"
David says, "Amber, if you're worried about him fighting back, I can cast Carpet of Adhesion on him. It'll hold for 10 minutes or so. Would that be long enough for what you need to do?"
Spell Strength 13+, Carpet of Adhesion, 10 PPE. As many times as Amber needs.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 78% =
1d100: [52] = 52
(+5% on Perception Rolls regarding vampires and the undead)
JiC: 1d20: [11] = 11 | 1d100: [56] = 56
She glanced at Virgil, slumped against the cell wall, his eyes vacant. "We need to get him in a position first so that he can't flail about and potentially hurt himself more. I have an idea, too. Raptor, could you T-K him into the air just above an area that Side-Step creates on the floor. Then you lower him onto it. That should get all of his limbs stuck down.” She pauses for a second. “Think that would work?"
"Once he’s stuck down, I'll get on with it. This can take anywhere from about 5 minutes to over 30," Amber instructed David.
Once Virgil is successfully glued to the floor, she takes a deep cleansing breath. As she looks down on Virgil on the floor of the cell, she quietly says to him, "Okay Virgil. You can do this. Keep fighting the poison within you. I'm here to help get it out of you." Sure hopes this works. She closes her eyes, focusing her psychic abilities. Her mind delved into the depths of Virgil's broken body as she sought to expunge the evil that was destroying the man before her.
JiC: 1d20: [11] = 11 | 1d100: [56] = 56
Constant/Active Conditions
Amber enquired, "We haven’t touched him yet. I figure I should be safe locked up inside my EBA, and I'll cleanse myself afterwards to make sure any ick doesn't contaminate me. That good with you, Doc?"Susan Lee wrote: ↑Sat Apr 05, 2025 7:04 pm When she catches her first glimpse of Virgil, she stops in shock. "By all that is holy and scientific! What happened to this man?!?"
She immediately goes into doctor mode, pulling out her portable lab, getting gloves on and otherwise making herself as safe as she can from potential infection. "You haven't been touching him, have you? Is David here? Did he try to touch this man?"
Amber catches John’s eye and nods in understanding. “That complicates things. But we’ll talk about it later. One thing at a time."Calamity John wrote: ↑Thu Apr 10, 2025 3:13 pm Seeing bosslady is busy with... something gross, John decides to wait to share that there's also a gunman in the area, not just monsters attacking farms and whatever caused that gross wound. "I got some word. We'll talk later."
"Good idea, Jack," Amber said, nodding at Phinneas' suggestion about immobilizing him. Seems he can't quite control that thing yet. Need to keep an eye on that.Phinneas_Graves wrote: ↑Thu Apr 10, 2025 4:47 pm Jack listens to the sheriff's warning and has a thought that just might help.
"We can't touch him without restraining him, so what about that fly paper thing you used on Eight when we were on the death planet? If he can't move, then Amber can do her hand wavey stuff on him without worrying"
He looks a little closer at Virgil and begins pointing to the festering wound. "Then maybe we can figure out what caused this, and if we're going to survive this one."
As Jack points at Virgil's wound, the fingertip of his nanobot hand starts to stretch out until it is about a foot away from the man. Jack starts to swirl circles with his fingertip around the wound. As he notices the rest of the group watching his new found skill, he quickly withdraws the finger as his hand returns to normal.
She glanced at Virgil, slumped against the cell wall, his eyes vacant. "We need to get him in a position first so that he can't flail about and potentially hurt himself more. I have an idea, too. Raptor, could you T-K him into the air just above an area that Side-Step creates on the floor. Then you lower him onto it. That should get all of his limbs stuck down.” She pauses for a second. “Think that would work?"
"Once he’s stuck down, I'll get on with it. This can take anywhere from about 5 minutes to over 30," Amber instructed David.
Once Virgil is successfully glued to the floor, she takes a deep cleansing breath. As she looks down on Virgil on the floor of the cell, she quietly says to him, "Okay Virgil. You can do this. Keep fighting the poison within you. I'm here to help get it out of you." Sure hopes this works. She closes her eyes, focusing her psychic abilities. Her mind delved into the depths of Virgil's broken body as she sought to expunge the evil that was destroying the man before her.
Amber Dach wrote: ↑Thu Mar 27, 2025 6:19 pm (Psychic Purification: 6d6: [6, 2, 2, 5, 3, 6] = 24 minutes of meditation.)
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 64%
1d100: [91] = 91
+25% For Electrical 1d100
1d100: [68] = 68
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [4] = 4
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [6] = 6
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid tries to Detect any electrical device on the patient or near him.
Arvid likes the plan that the team came up with. He speaks up, “I could do a brain scan, but it requires touching him.”
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [4] = 4
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [6] = 6
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid tries to Detect any electrical device on the patient or near him.
OOC Comments
Arvid sees the others attending to the man in jail. He is concerned for all. What beast did this to humans, it is weird it kills like a mad beast but this one lives and is wounded by small slashes?Arvid responds to John, “Yes, more information is better.”John decides to wait to share that there's also a gunman in the area, not just monsters attacking farms and whatever caused that gross wound. "I got some word. We'll talk later."
Arvid likes the plan that the team came up with. He speaks up, “I could do a brain scan, but it requires touching him.”
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [11] = 11
/ 38%
JiC: 1d20: [1] = 1 / 1d100: [27] = 27
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan looks at the poor, suffering man in the cage. Awful. I wonder if we'll be able to save him. Or if he'll explode into a shower of evil limbs or fungus or something. Perhaps if I remove the infection site...
She pulls out a boing-go and licks it, putting the tablet back into its container.
She lets out a humorless laugh, then looks at Phinneas. "Why do hunters make good sexual partners, Phinneas?" she asks.
"Arvid is probably immune?" Susan adds. "Just kidding. Arvid should not risk immediate death or whatever is going on here."
JiC: 1d20: [1] = 1 / 1d100: [27] = 27
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan looks at the poor, suffering man in the cage. Awful. I wonder if we'll be able to save him. Or if he'll explode into a shower of evil limbs or fungus or something. Perhaps if I remove the infection site...
She pulls out a boing-go and licks it, putting the tablet back into its container.
Susan shrugs. "It's magic. Do magic at it, I suppose. Perhaps we'll take a sample and see if the sample is magic. In theory, Phinneas's new appendage may be resistant. Who knows, it's magic."Amber Dach wrote: ↑Mon Apr 14, 2025 6:25 pm Amber enquired, "We haven’t touched him yet. I figure I should be safe locked up inside my EBA, and I'll cleanse myself afterwards to make sure any ick doesn't contaminate me. That good with you, Doc?"
She lets out a humorless laugh, then looks at Phinneas. "Why do hunters make good sexual partners, Phinneas?" she asks.
"Arvid is probably immune?" Susan adds. "Just kidding. Arvid should not risk immediate death or whatever is going on here."
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
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Jack looks at Susan as she makes her unexpected inquisition. Given the circumstances, he finds it odd.
She may be more like me than either of us wants to admit
He gives her a mildly confused look and replies "Um.....something about David touching?
He then gives her a small and puzzled looking grin.
Jack looks at Susan as she makes her unexpected inquisition. Given the circumstances, he finds it odd.
She may be more like me than either of us wants to admit
He gives her a mildly confused look and replies "Um.....something about David touching?
He then gives her a small and puzzled looking grin.
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [58] = 58
/59%
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [57] = 57
Minerva pulls her attention from the map to the goings-on near the jail cell. "I'm sorry Vixen, my head was in this city layout. You want what?" When Amber reiterates her request, Minerva nods. "Si señora. It will be done." Minerva uses Super Telekinesis (-20 ISP, 200 lbs) to pick the man up from his bed in the cell and lay him down gently in the Carpet of Adhesion for secure and easy access.
"Whenever you have your information, we should review this map, the attacks, and what it means for our involvement here." To Calamity, she says "Tell us about this gunman. That cannot be coincidence. That all of Perfection's troubles come knocking together."
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [57] = 57
Minerva pulls her attention from the map to the goings-on near the jail cell. "I'm sorry Vixen, my head was in this city layout. You want what?" When Amber reiterates her request, Minerva nods. "Si señora. It will be done." Minerva uses Super Telekinesis (-20 ISP, 200 lbs) to pick the man up from his bed in the cell and lay him down gently in the Carpet of Adhesion for secure and easy access.
"Whenever you have your information, we should review this map, the attacks, and what it means for our involvement here." To Calamity, she says "Tell us about this gunman. That cannot be coincidence. That all of Perfection's troubles come knocking together."
Grace Minerva
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
The group, working together, are able to successfully restrain Virgil. The moment Minerva lifts him with TK, his entire body tenses up as though his body is attempting to writhe. Arvid doesn't sense any technology on the man. Virgil screams out, more in fear than in pain, as he is lifted and moved in position with David securing him with a targeted Carpet of Adhesion. Amber approaches and gently touches Virgil near the wound. Amber spends the next twenty minutes focusing her mind on curing whatever ailment is afflicting Virgil.Conditions wrote:Location: West of Kingsdale
Weather: Cloudy (-10* Celsius/22* Fahrenheit)
Date/Time: Early December, 8:10am, Saturday.
Susan watches as Amber is in a deep meditation, the trained eye of the doctor can see the enflamed veins across his skin seem to be receding, though the wounds remain. The marks around the wound seem to lessen or become cleaned as Virgil's screams die down to whimpers. David has to recast Carpet of Adhesion twice to keep it from failing during Amber's purification. Though, almost exactly 24 minutes later Amber's eyes flutter open as she removes her hand. The wound on Virgil's leg looks much better, but is still visible almost fresh.
When Amber is done, Minerva, Susan, Calamity and Amber notice he is unconscious or passed out. The Sheriff walks up to the bars with his mouth slightly agape then nods. "First time his eyes have been shut since he's been in here." Santiago says, suggesting the man had been awake for days likely in constant pain. Susan's medical mind leads her to think that Virgil exhausted himself by screaming and attempting to writhe for almost 25 straight minutes he eventually succumbed to physical exhaustion after the pain had been dulled.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 88% |
1d100: [85] = 85
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 | 1d100: [49] = 49
As the more magically inclined of the group start their "treatment" of Virgil, Jack feels a slight shudder of the heebie jeebies run down his spine.
Magic........ugh........
Jack makes his way out to the front of the sheriff's office and takes a seat on one of the steps. Looking out on the town, Jack feels a bit of disappointment as he takes in the dust bowl setting.
Gonna have to keep ol' Phin underwater until something exciting comes along. Ol' Jack is getting a little bored
As he sits on the step, he starts playing with a new trick he's learned with the nanobots. He makes a fist and squeezes it tightly. When the hand opens, about a half dozen small pieces of metal that resemble caltrops fall to the step beside him. Placing his hand down flat next to them causes them to liquify and rejoin his hand.
Soooooo......boooooored
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 | 1d100: [49] = 49
Constant Conditions:
As the more magically inclined of the group start their "treatment" of Virgil, Jack feels a slight shudder of the heebie jeebies run down his spine.
Magic........ugh........
Jack makes his way out to the front of the sheriff's office and takes a seat on one of the steps. Looking out on the town, Jack feels a bit of disappointment as he takes in the dust bowl setting.
Gonna have to keep ol' Phin underwater until something exciting comes along. Ol' Jack is getting a little bored
As he sits on the step, he starts playing with a new trick he's learned with the nanobots. He makes a fist and squeezes it tightly. When the hand opens, about a half dozen small pieces of metal that resemble caltrops fall to the step beside him. Placing his hand down flat next to them causes them to liquify and rejoin his hand.
Soooooo......boooooored
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 78% =
1d100: [12] = 12
(+5% on Perception Rolls regarding vampires and the undead)
JiC: 1d20: [2] = 2 | 1d100: [44] = 44
Amber smiled faintly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion etched onto her face. The cleansing hadn't been easy; she'd felt the insidious corruption clinging to Virgil, a dark energy that fought back with vicious intent. It had been a battle of wills, a clash between the Atlantean’s healing and the unknown force that had ravaged Virgil's body. But she had won. Make that, Virgil had won.
Now to give him an even better chance of surviving. She thought. And to test out her purchase from Ignatos and see if it was worth the creds she had spent on it. Reaching into a pouch on her belt, she retrieves a small, slim tapered Jade crystal that is carved on one end with a sculpted rose, the symbol for healing among Atlanteans. Closing her eyes, Amber focuses, drawing on the reserves of mystical energy that thrummed within her blood.
The crystal warmed, becoming almost incandescent in her hand as the energy flowed into it, then into Virgil’s body. A faint green luminescence emanated from the crystal, bathing his leg in an ethereal glow hopefully knitting the wound and healing his ravaged body.
As the glow subsides. She exits the cell and finds a chair to sit down in before removing her helmet and wiping the sweat from her brow. “I’ve done what I can to mend his body, but what may have happened to his mind..." She shrugs. "It's up to him and the Gods now.”
She sighs wearily. “I could use a bit of a rest but I know that we have other issues to figure out here. Let’s figure out what is going on here.”
JiC: 1d20: [2] = 2 | 1d100: [44] = 44
Constant/Active Conditions
Amber smiled faintly, a mixture of relief and exhaustion etched onto her face. The cleansing hadn't been easy; she'd felt the insidious corruption clinging to Virgil, a dark energy that fought back with vicious intent. It had been a battle of wills, a clash between the Atlantean’s healing and the unknown force that had ravaged Virgil's body. But she had won. Make that, Virgil had won.
Now to give him an even better chance of surviving. She thought. And to test out her purchase from Ignatos and see if it was worth the creds she had spent on it. Reaching into a pouch on her belt, she retrieves a small, slim tapered Jade crystal that is carved on one end with a sculpted rose, the symbol for healing among Atlanteans. Closing her eyes, Amber focuses, drawing on the reserves of mystical energy that thrummed within her blood.
The crystal warmed, becoming almost incandescent in her hand as the energy flowed into it, then into Virgil’s body. A faint green luminescence emanated from the crystal, bathing his leg in an ethereal glow hopefully knitting the wound and healing his ravaged body.
As the glow subsides. She exits the cell and finds a chair to sit down in before removing her helmet and wiping the sweat from her brow. “I’ve done what I can to mend his body, but what may have happened to his mind..." She shrugs. "It's up to him and the Gods now.”
She sighs wearily. “I could use a bit of a rest but I know that we have other issues to figure out here. Let’s figure out what is going on here.”
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 24%
1d100: [25] = 25
JIC d20: 1d20: [16] = 16
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [85] = 85
Conditions/Stats:
David thinks, The family is safe in town. Virgil looks much better after that. Now for the main reason we came out here.
"Arvid, I was busy but it sounded like the attacks are going in a circle around the town. I'm in favor of finding a likely spot and setting an ambush."
Over the radio link with the team, "We also need to consider comm security and information control. Please use the radio for any info we don't want our opposition to know."
And if there is a spy or information source, that bit about an ambush, might just have them try one on us, David plots.
"BTW, Sherriff, you mentioned a mage by the name of Dorian. Do you know of any ley lines in the area he might have used," asks David?
JIC d20: 1d20: [16] = 16
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [85] = 85
Conditions/Stats:
David thinks, The family is safe in town. Virgil looks much better after that. Now for the main reason we came out here.
Looking around everyone is here. "I agree. This was important, but a sideshow. We have either the monster circling the town or the person who threatened trouble. It sounds like someone's trying to either take over or something.Amber Dach wrote:She sighs wearily. “I could use a bit of a rest but I know that we have other issues to figure out here. Let’s figure out what is going on here.”
"Arvid, I was busy but it sounded like the attacks are going in a circle around the town. I'm in favor of finding a likely spot and setting an ambush."
Over the radio link with the team, "We also need to consider comm security and information control. Please use the radio for any info we don't want our opposition to know."
And if there is a spy or information source, that bit about an ambush, might just have them try one on us, David plots.
"BTW, Sherriff, you mentioned a mage by the name of Dorian. Do you know of any ley lines in the area he might have used," asks David?
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [83] = 83
/59%
JIC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [43] = 43
"He is looking much better. Not that it would take much. He did not look good earlier." Minerva watches the previously agitated man as he gets some rest. "Sheriff, when did this happen to Virgil? How long has he been like this?" Podría tocar la mente de Virgil y descubrir todo lo que necesito saber. Pero hay más peligro cuando alguien se ve perturbado así.
JIC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [43] = 43
"He is looking much better. Not that it would take much. He did not look good earlier." Minerva watches the previously agitated man as he gets some rest. "Sheriff, when did this happen to Virgil? How long has he been like this?" Podría tocar la mente de Virgil y descubrir todo lo que necesito saber. Pero hay más peligro cuando alguien se ve perturbado así.
Translation
Turning her attention back to the map, Minerva brings up tactics. "Vixen, do you think we should split up? Two groups. Each of us watching over one of the farms in case of an attack? Doctor, can you put your babies on lookout? If one farm is attacked, we coalesce and defend."Grace Minerva
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
‘Perception: 64%
1d100: [79] = 79
+25% For Electrical 1d100
1d100: [25] = 25
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [10] = 10
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [2] = 2
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid looks at what the team has accomplished, This is a good start
He seems to be on the road to recovery, it might be long.
David
"Arvid, I was busy but it sounded like the attacks are going in a circle around the town. I'm in favor of finding a likely spot and setting an ambush."
Arvid speaks up, “That is what I was suggesting. But the commander needs to hear from all.”
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [10] = 10
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [2] = 2
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid looks at what the team has accomplished, This is a good start
He seems to be on the road to recovery, it might be long.
David
"Arvid, I was busy but it sounded like the attacks are going in a circle around the town. I'm in favor of finding a likely spot and setting an ambush."
Arvid speaks up, “That is what I was suggesting. But the commander needs to hear from all.”
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [21] = 21
/ 38%
JiC: 1d20: [13] = 13 / 1d100: [12] = 12
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan throws her hands up in exasperation. “Fucking magic! Why did I even go to medical school?!?”
She pouts for a few seconds. “I’m glad that the man is better. He’s actually just exhausted. I could give him a stimulant if we need to talk with him, but it might go badly in his current condition.”
Susan pauses, as if thinking, then adds, “Or you could just do magic at it.”
JiC: 1d20: [13] = 13 / 1d100: [12] = 12
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan throws her hands up in exasperation. “Fucking magic! Why did I even go to medical school?!?”
She pouts for a few seconds. “I’m glad that the man is better. He’s actually just exhausted. I could give him a stimulant if we need to talk with him, but it might go badly in his current condition.”
Susan pauses, as if thinking, then adds, “Or you could just do magic at it.”
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Phinneas watches in boredom, Susan watches in disgust, the others more accustomed to magic and psionics don't bat an eye. Amber uses her wand to affect some level of healing on the man. Though what happened to his mind is anyone's guess. David moves over to the Sheriff to ask about Dorian and the Sheriff shrugs. "I heard about one of them things some miles north, but I ain't never venture far enough to see it." The Sheriff responds while the rest of the group start talking about tactics to stop the ambush.Conditions wrote:Location: West of Kingsdale
Weather: Cloudy (-10* Celsius/22* Fahrenheit)
Date/Time: Early December, 8:20am, Saturday.
Soon, the man that was a drooling mess begins to rise. Amber and Susan are the first two to see him stumble up, crawling into the chair. Susan is the first to the man's side and can see his pupils are dilating and responding to light, he doesn't appear to be jittering anymore. The wound on his leg is still there like a freshly healed over scab. To Susan's eye, the wound needs to be properly cleaned to prevent infection. Amber is as perplexed, as it seems like somehow the wound persisted through her wand's magic. The man turns his head and looks directly at Susan, reaching out with his weakened arm.
"Sweet Rosa, is that you?" He asks, his mind apparently still in a bit of a haze. Susan can guess hasn't fully processed since waking. However, with some coaxing, Susan is confident that he can stabilize enough to answer some questions. Santiago approaches with his jaw near dropped and looks over to anyone nearby as he says in a whisper. "Rosa died in the attack." Santiago says cautiously. Both Amber and Susan can spot his hand rest on his pistol as if untrusting of Virgil based on his comment.
What are your intentions
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 78% =
1d100: [26] = 26
(+5% on Perception Rolls regarding vampires and the undead)
JiC: 1d20: [19] = 19 | 1d100: [49] = 49
Amber watched the man stir, a knot tightening in her gut. Not from fear, but from a deeper, more unsettling frustration. "That's...odd," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. My magic should have done more. The fact that it didn't...it's almost like something is actively preventing the healing. It was healed, but it wasn't gone. What had gone wrong? Was it the nature of the injury? The man's own ravaged state? Or something else entirely? It was perplexing to her. I’ll have to get David’s input on this later.
She saw him stumble up, Susan immediately moving to his side. Good. Susan was pragmatic, capable of handling the immediate physical assessment. Amber’s attention remained fixed on the man's face as he looked at the doctor, his eyes cloudy with confusion, yet somehow fixated. Then he spoke, the words slurred but undeniably clear. "Sweet Rosa, is that you?"
Amber’s gaze flickered to Santiago as he approached, his whispered revelation cutting through the low hum of tactical discussion happening elsewhere. “Rosa died in the attack.”
Amber's focus snapped to Santiago. She noted the wide, almost horrified look in his eyes, the way his jaw had dropped, and the immediate, telling movement of his hand going to rest on the grip of his pistol. Suspicion, sharp and sudden, radiated from him. He saw the man, Virgil, miraculously restored from a vegetative state, and instantly linked him to the tragedy, seeing not a victim brought back from the brink, but a potential ghost or something worse.
But Amber felt another instinct overriding the suspicion – the need for information. Confused or not, he was a survivor of whatever had happened here. His muddled mind might still hold fragmented pieces of truth they desperately needed. Susan's assessment that he could be stabilized was key.
"Sheriff," Amber's voice cut in, low and even, carrying the quiet authority of a leader who saw all the angles. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, a silent command passing between them. "Hold. He's disoriented. Not a hostile." She didn't dismiss his caution entirely; his point was valid. But drawing a weapon on a confused, wounded man was counterproductive.
She then turned slightly towards Susan, her focus shifting, though her peripheral vision kept Santiago and the man in view. "Susan," She says softly. "Work on getting him talking. See if he remembers anything before he went down. Anything about the attack, what hit them." She keeps close by, ready to protect Susan if Virgil does anything untoward.
Amber took a shallow breath, the stale, dust-laced air of the sheriff’s office filling her lungs. The tactical planning the others were engaged in was crucial. David talking to the Sheriff might yield local details. Phinneas was just being Phinneas. But this man, Virgil, was a direct link to the threat on Perfection, that might hold the key to the town surviving. The mystery of her incomplete healing gnawed at her, her mind refusing to accept an unsolvable problem, but the immediate threat of the ambush took precedence. Information, now, was more vital than understanding a magical anomaly. She would revisit the strange scab later, in the quiet solitude of her thoughts. For now, the man's confused ramblings and Santiago's suspicion were immediate variables to manage, layered onto the grim certainty of the ongoing unknown threat to Perfection.
JiC: 1d20: [19] = 19 | 1d100: [49] = 49
Skills Rolls
Constant/Active Conditions
Amber watched the man stir, a knot tightening in her gut. Not from fear, but from a deeper, more unsettling frustration. "That's...odd," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. My magic should have done more. The fact that it didn't...it's almost like something is actively preventing the healing. It was healed, but it wasn't gone. What had gone wrong? Was it the nature of the injury? The man's own ravaged state? Or something else entirely? It was perplexing to her. I’ll have to get David’s input on this later.
She saw him stumble up, Susan immediately moving to his side. Good. Susan was pragmatic, capable of handling the immediate physical assessment. Amber’s attention remained fixed on the man's face as he looked at the doctor, his eyes cloudy with confusion, yet somehow fixated. Then he spoke, the words slurred but undeniably clear. "Sweet Rosa, is that you?"
Amber’s gaze flickered to Santiago as he approached, his whispered revelation cutting through the low hum of tactical discussion happening elsewhere. “Rosa died in the attack.”
Amber's focus snapped to Santiago. She noted the wide, almost horrified look in his eyes, the way his jaw had dropped, and the immediate, telling movement of his hand going to rest on the grip of his pistol. Suspicion, sharp and sudden, radiated from him. He saw the man, Virgil, miraculously restored from a vegetative state, and instantly linked him to the tragedy, seeing not a victim brought back from the brink, but a potential ghost or something worse.
But Amber felt another instinct overriding the suspicion – the need for information. Confused or not, he was a survivor of whatever had happened here. His muddled mind might still hold fragmented pieces of truth they desperately needed. Susan's assessment that he could be stabilized was key.
"Sheriff," Amber's voice cut in, low and even, carrying the quiet authority of a leader who saw all the angles. Her eyes met his for a brief moment, a silent command passing between them. "Hold. He's disoriented. Not a hostile." She didn't dismiss his caution entirely; his point was valid. But drawing a weapon on a confused, wounded man was counterproductive.
She then turned slightly towards Susan, her focus shifting, though her peripheral vision kept Santiago and the man in view. "Susan," She says softly. "Work on getting him talking. See if he remembers anything before he went down. Anything about the attack, what hit them." She keeps close by, ready to protect Susan if Virgil does anything untoward.
Amber took a shallow breath, the stale, dust-laced air of the sheriff’s office filling her lungs. The tactical planning the others were engaged in was crucial. David talking to the Sheriff might yield local details. Phinneas was just being Phinneas. But this man, Virgil, was a direct link to the threat on Perfection, that might hold the key to the town surviving. The mystery of her incomplete healing gnawed at her, her mind refusing to accept an unsolvable problem, but the immediate threat of the ambush took precedence. Information, now, was more vital than understanding a magical anomaly. She would revisit the strange scab later, in the quiet solitude of her thoughts. For now, the man's confused ramblings and Santiago's suspicion were immediate variables to manage, layered onto the grim certainty of the ongoing unknown threat to Perfection.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 88% |
1d100: [65] = 65
JIC: 1d20: [5] = 5 | 1d100: [11] = 11
Skill rolls:
Detect Ambush 65% | 1d100: [36] = 36
As he sits on the steps outside the sheriff's office, Jack's enhanced hearing can pick up that the group seemed mostly successful in their treatment of Virgil.
Might have been kinder to just put the poor old bastard out of his misery by the sound of it
With the cramped quarters of the entire group inside the building and the possibility of more magical use, Jack gets up on his feet and starts to walk down the main drag of the town, looking for anything particularly seeming out of place.
Come out, come out, whatever you are.....
Jack makes his way to the local watering hole and sets up at the bar. "Barkeep, a bottle of your finest.....a bottle of whatever you got". As he sits there and pours himself a drink, he looks around the room.
"We're here to save you! Who wants to tell ol' Jack what's going on around here?"
JIC: 1d20: [5] = 5 | 1d100: [11] = 11
Skill rolls:
Detect Ambush 65% | 1d100: [36] = 36
Constant Conditions:
As he sits on the steps outside the sheriff's office, Jack's enhanced hearing can pick up that the group seemed mostly successful in their treatment of Virgil.
Might have been kinder to just put the poor old bastard out of his misery by the sound of it
With the cramped quarters of the entire group inside the building and the possibility of more magical use, Jack gets up on his feet and starts to walk down the main drag of the town, looking for anything particularly seeming out of place.
Come out, come out, whatever you are.....
Jack makes his way to the local watering hole and sets up at the bar. "Barkeep, a bottle of your finest.....a bottle of whatever you got". As he sits there and pours himself a drink, he looks around the room.
"We're here to save you! Who wants to tell ol' Jack what's going on around here?"
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 28%
1d100: [55] = 55
JIC d20: 1d20: [18] = 18
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [10] = 10
Conditions/Stats:
That'll keep Susan busy for a bit and be right up her alley.
And Jack's wandered off, probably because of boredom. And we don't know how safe this place really is.
Murmuring to Amber, "I'm going to do a radio check on our two out of sight members."
Stepping out the front door of the Sherriff's office, David looks around to spot Jack and keys his radio, "Calamity, Jack, this is Sidestep. Respond for a safety check, please." While waiting for the check-in, David sweeps his eyes across the area looking for anything that feels off.
David's already given his thoughts to Arvid. He'll let the senior group members plan the next step and expand on that step as needed.
JIC d20: 1d20: [18] = 18
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [10] = 10
Conditions/Stats:
"Thank you, Sherriff, I appreciate the information. " David thinks, Depending on what we discover as we go on that leyline may be the source of the issue. In addition if we're here long enough, I might need it to recharge my Energy Sphere spell.Underguard wrote:David moves over to the Sheriff to ask about Dorian and the Sheriff shrugs. "I heard about one of them things some miles north, but I ain't never venture far enough to see it."
Amber wrote:She then turned slightly towards Susan, her focus shifting, though her peripheral vision kept Santiago and the man in view. "Susan," She says softly. "Work on getting him talking. See if he remembers anything before he went down. Anything about the attack, what hit them." She keeps close by, ready to protect Susan if Virgil does anything untoward.
That'll keep Susan busy for a bit and be right up her alley.
And Jack's wandered off, probably because of boredom. And we don't know how safe this place really is.
Murmuring to Amber, "I'm going to do a radio check on our two out of sight members."
Stepping out the front door of the Sherriff's office, David looks around to spot Jack and keys his radio, "Calamity, Jack, this is Sidestep. Respond for a safety check, please." While waiting for the check-in, David sweeps his eyes across the area looking for anything that feels off.
David's already given his thoughts to Arvid. He'll let the senior group members plan the next step and expand on that step as needed.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
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Unfortunately for Sidestep, Jack has removed his earpiece while he has his drink and tries to excite whatever crowd may be in the saloon. The safety check goes unanswered.David Swift wrote: ↑Sun May 18, 2025 8:29 amMurmuring to Amber, "I'm going to do a radio check on our two out of sight members."
Stepping out the front door of the Sherriff's office, David looks around to spot Jack and keys his radio, "Calamity, Jack, this is Sidestep. Respond for a safety check, please."
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Rolls and stats held
Undercover Ops: 71% 1d100: [99] = 99 to seem friendly and someone you'd want to talk to.
While waiting for a response from Jack, David looks for anyone standing around outside the jail. If he finds one or more people, he asks them, "A guy with a metal arm came out of here just a bit ago. Did anyone see where he went?"
If no one knows or no one is hanging around, David will wander the area near the jail. He'll keep the jail in sight, talk to the locals about what's been happening, but keep checking for the man with one metal arm. David will keep one hand on an SOS signal to the group in the jail.
David thinks, I hope any trouble that finds Jack comes to regret it.Jack wrote:Unfortunately for Sidestep, Jack has removed his earpiece while he has his drink and tries to excite whatever crowd may be in the saloon. The safety check goes unanswered.
Undercover Ops: 71% 1d100: [99] = 99 to seem friendly and someone you'd want to talk to.
While waiting for a response from Jack, David looks for anyone standing around outside the jail. If he finds one or more people, he asks them, "A guy with a metal arm came out of here just a bit ago. Did anyone see where he went?"
If no one knows or no one is hanging around, David will wander the area near the jail. He'll keep the jail in sight, talk to the locals about what's been happening, but keep checking for the man with one metal arm. David will keep one hand on an SOS signal to the group in the jail.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 64%
1d100: [96] = 96
+25% For Electrical 1d100
1d100: [98] = 98
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [16] = 16
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [19] = 19
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid speaks to Amber and the others, “Commander, I know this is important, but we should focus on our next move. Not for revenge as much as to make sure nothing more like this tragedy continues to befall this town or another town.”
Arvid continues his thoughts.They don't realize that though we are considered gods and live for a longer time, we have feelings too. We see thousands of them pass away. Or like Father or Grandfather Millions. Grandfather said it is our duty to remember them, because they through the generations will eventually forget. We hold the History but usually won't tell them of the good of their Ancestor's and definitely not the bad if any. For it is their history and deeds that are important. one should not live in the past, for it should be a place for the future they look too.
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [16] = 16
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [19] = 19
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid is looking at the man, as thoughts go through his mind. Humans are so frail, for them not to see their loved ones because someone or being can take their lives away so quickly. In my short life I have seen generations of them born and die. In Asgard they live for longer periods, because of the elimination of most wars and disease. Their want for food and shelter is considered an important part of our society. Life is a proper higher concern for all. Here on earth not all have this advantage."Sweet Rosa, is that you?" He asks, his mind apparently still in a bit of a haze. Susan can guess hasn't fully processed since waking. However, with some coaxing, Susan is confident that he can stability enough to answer some questions. Santiago approaches with his jaw near dropped and looks over to anyone nearby as he says in a whisper. "Rosa died in the attack." Santiago says cautiously. Both Amber and Susan can spot his hand rest on his pistol as if untrusting of Virgil based on his comment.
Arvid speaks to Amber and the others, “Commander, I know this is important, but we should focus on our next move. Not for revenge as much as to make sure nothing more like this tragedy continues to befall this town or another town.”
Arvid continues his thoughts.They don't realize that though we are considered gods and live for a longer time, we have feelings too. We see thousands of them pass away. Or like Father or Grandfather Millions. Grandfather said it is our duty to remember them, because they through the generations will eventually forget. We hold the History but usually won't tell them of the good of their Ancestor's and definitely not the bad if any. For it is their history and deeds that are important. one should not live in the past, for it should be a place for the future they look too.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception 28% (+5% about a good deal):
1d100: [1] = 1
JIC d20: 1d20: [16] = 16
JIC d100: 1d100: [30] = 30
John has been quietly waiting outside the sherrif's since delivering his message to Amber. If there's a decent patch of shadow darker than the rest, that's where John ended up. The Crazy taking off doesn't elicit more than a brief glance to guess what direction he's headed. I'm sure he can handle himself, sister.
People who get good at shooting typically don't have the time to also learn whatever voodoo shit is goin' on with that fellow inside, brother. Nor do they typically bother with trained attack beast. How many different problems have we walked into? Are any of these even connected? Are different predators sniffing weakness?
When called on the radio, the internal dialog is interrupted. John pipes up. "I'm right outside. Our friend can't have wandered too far."
JIC d20: 1d20: [16] = 16
JIC d100: 1d100: [30] = 30
John has been quietly waiting outside the sherrif's since delivering his message to Amber. If there's a decent patch of shadow darker than the rest, that's where John ended up. The Crazy taking off doesn't elicit more than a brief glance to guess what direction he's headed. I'm sure he can handle himself, sister.
People who get good at shooting typically don't have the time to also learn whatever voodoo shit is goin' on with that fellow inside, brother. Nor do they typically bother with trained attack beast. How many different problems have we walked into? Are any of these even connected? Are different predators sniffing weakness?
When called on the radio, the internal dialog is interrupted. John pipes up. "I'm right outside. Our friend can't have wandered too far."
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [67] = 67
/ 38%
JiC: 1d20: [19] = 19 / 1d100: [21] = 21
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan is entirely focused on helping her patient, needing no encouragement from Amber.
"Yes, Commander, I intend to continue assisting this man."
She turns to Virgil, "Yes, Mr. Virgil. It is me, Rosa."
Whoever that is.
She continues treating him as best as she's able, trying to get his wound actually clean with everything she has on hand, from nanites to drugs. As she works, she talks gently to him. "Do you remember what happened before we came here?"
Medical Doctor: 1d100: [21] = 21 /90%
Once Susan gets his wounds cleaned up, she gives Virgil a tiny little microdose of boing-go. This will get him working right.
JiC: 1d20: [19] = 19 / 1d100: [21] = 21
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan is entirely focused on helping her patient, needing no encouragement from Amber.
"Yes, Commander, I intend to continue assisting this man."
She turns to Virgil, "Yes, Mr. Virgil. It is me, Rosa."
Whoever that is.
She continues treating him as best as she's able, trying to get his wound actually clean with everything she has on hand, from nanites to drugs. As she works, she talks gently to him. "Do you remember what happened before we came here?"
Medical Doctor: 1d100: [21] = 21 /90%
Once Susan gets his wounds cleaned up, she gives Virgil a tiny little microdose of boing-go. This will get him working right.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Amber silently ponders the nature of the injury on Virgil's leg and why it wasn't fully healed. She moves to quell the Sheriff's unease and despite feeling empathy for his situation, the information he has prompts Amber to ask Susan to give the man a stimulant of sorts so they can talk to him. Jack decides he's of little use at the Sheriff's, so goes looking for something else important on the Crazy's mind; alcohol and answers at the tavern. David checks in with Calamity and Jack, and while Calamity answers Phinneas/Jack does not. Arvid questions the motivations of the mission and suggests some planning for their next steps.Conditions wrote:Location: Perfection
Weather: Cloudy (-10* Celsius/22* Fahrenheit)
Date/Time: Early December, 8:30am, Saturday.
Susan isn't able to get clear answers out of Virgil until after she manually cleans the wound. Susan notices that the wound, while cleaner, still looks bad. It's clear to Susan that Amber's abilities did not completely heal the wound, it appears to be a deep cut that is still highly aggravated. She gives Virgil a micro-dose of Boing-Go which prompts Virgil's pupils to dilate as he suddenly leaps from his spot and rushes to the other side of the cell, grabbing the bars in a panic as he looks around in a highly confused state.
"W-w-what? Huh!? Where am I? Who are you!?" Virgil asks in rapid fire as he puts his back to the corner and looks out at the Horizon Group. Sheriff moves within eyesight holding up a hand towards Virgil. "Virgil?" Santiago asks as Virgil's panicking eyes land on the Sheriff. "S-Sheriff?" Virgil asks in confusion before sitting back against the wall, looking at everyone else.
Meanwhile, Calamity and David see if they can follow Jack's footsteps while Jack takes his second round after his friendly announcement to those in the bar. After another drink, a man moves over and sits next to Jack with a drink. The man has a duster and trench coat with a couple pistols strapped to his hips as he drinks. "Name's Clint. Most don't like talking 'bout it, but the Town's days are numbered. How exactly do you plan to save it?" Clint asks Jack. Calamity's sharp eye does eventually lead him and David to the bar where Calamity can be found sitting with some random at the bar.
What are your intentions
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 28%
1d100: [81] = 81
JIC d20: 1d20: [12] = 12
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [46] = 46
Conditions/Stats:
Let's see if we can find Jack before he gets into trouble and the town regrets it. While we're at that, did you manage find out anything about the situation here? It'll be interesting if what you found out is different from the Sheriff's info."
Intelligence 58%: 1d100: [54] = 54 to assess any information for usefulness and reliability.
Undercover Ops: 71% 1d100: [4] = 4 to seem friendly and someone you'd want to talk to.
JIC d20: 1d20: [12] = 12
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [46] = 46
Conditions/Stats:
David jumps in startlement when John pipes up, and David hears him in stereo over the radio and just to the side as David steps out. Glaring at John in mild annoyance, David says, "Oh, there you are. Amber, Arvid, and Susan should be busy in there for a bit. They're questioning the Sheriff and getting the local view from the top down. Susan is working on a local who has a nasty injury. The injured guy is out of his mind so she has her work cut out for her.John wrote:When called on the radio, the internal dialog is interrupted. John pipes up. "I'm right outside. Our friend can't have wandered too far."
Let's see if we can find Jack before he gets into trouble and the town regrets it. While we're at that, did you manage find out anything about the situation here? It'll be interesting if what you found out is different from the Sheriff's info."
Calamity's sharp eye does eventually lead him and David to the bar where Calamity can be found sitting with some random at the bar.
Walking in just after Clint asks about a plan, David says, "My friend, we drove into town less than an hour ago. I appreciate your vote of confidence, but any plan someone comes up with that fast will have way too many holes in it. On the other hand, you don't seem too scared to talk. What do you think is going on or should be done? I'll buy you a round if that helps."After another drink, a man moves over and sits next to Jack with a drink. The man has a duster and trench coat with a couple pistols strapped to his hips as he drinks. "Name's Clint. Most don't like talking 'bout it, but the Town's days are numbered. How exactly do you plan to save it?" Clint asks Jack.
Intelligence 58%: 1d100: [54] = 54 to assess any information for usefulness and reliability.
Undercover Ops: 71% 1d100: [4] = 4 to seem friendly and someone you'd want to talk to.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 88% |
1d100: [94] = 94
JIC: 1d20: [5] = 5 | 1d100: [1] = 1
As Clint sits down next to him at the bar, Jack gets ready to start questioning the man.
FINALLY! We're gonna start getting some answers here, and Ol' Jack is the one to get the ball rolling
Just as he opens his mouth to start speaking to Clint, Jack hears David unexpectedly chime in.
Jack looks at David with a subdued fury in his eyes, His nanobot arm turns a dark grey color. Through his gritting teeth, Jack says "Why Hello.........David........"
Jack looks back at Clint and says "Pardon the interruption stranger. It looks like my "friend" here really wants to talk to you first. Just be mindful of your glass if he starts buying you drinks. He's been known to get a little handsy"
With that, Jack grabs his bottle and gets up. As he walks past David he makes sure to brush shoulders with himand then walks out of the saloon, disappearing quickly into the town.
JIC: 1d20: [5] = 5 | 1d100: [1] = 1
Constant Conditions:
As Clint sits down next to him at the bar, Jack gets ready to start questioning the man.
FINALLY! We're gonna start getting some answers here, and Ol' Jack is the one to get the ball rolling
Just as he opens his mouth to start speaking to Clint, Jack hears David unexpectedly chime in.
You mother@#$%er......David Swift wrote: ↑Mon May 26, 2025 8:34 amWalking in just after Clint asks about a plan, David says, "My friend, we drove into town less than an hour ago. I appreciate your vote of confidence, but any plan someone comes up with that fast will have way too many holes in it. On the other hand, you don't seem too scared to talk. What do you think is going on or should be done? I'll buy you a round if that helps."
Jack looks at David with a subdued fury in his eyes, His nanobot arm turns a dark grey color. Through his gritting teeth, Jack says "Why Hello.........David........"
Jack looks back at Clint and says "Pardon the interruption stranger. It looks like my "friend" here really wants to talk to you first. Just be mindful of your glass if he starts buying you drinks. He's been known to get a little handsy"
With that, Jack grabs his bottle and gets up. As he walks past David he makes sure to brush shoulders with himand then walks out of the saloon, disappearing quickly into the town.
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
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After stumbling slightly, David almost reaches out to touch Jack, but decides better of the idea. Instead he raises a hand up in apology. "Whoa, Jack, I'm sorry I let my blabbermouth run away here. My mistake. Let CJ and I head over to a table over there and have some breakfast. We'll stay out of your hair. And in penalty, I'll buy the next two rounds for both of you. Does that sound fair?"
Assuming Jack accepts, David and, hopefully, CJ do exactly that.
If Jack continues on, David will apologize to the stranger, try to get a name, and continue the conversation.
Conditions/Stats:
Well THAT didn't go the way I thought it would. I better see if I can fix this before Jack gets more tetched in the head than I've seen so far.Jack looks back at Clint and says "Pardon the interruption stranger. It looks like my "friend" here really wants to talk to you first. Just be mindful of your glass if he starts buying you drinks. He's been known to get a little handsy"
With that, Jack grabs his bottle and gets up. As he walks past David he makes sure to brush shoulders with himand then walks out of the saloon, disappearing quickly into the town.
After stumbling slightly, David almost reaches out to touch Jack, but decides better of the idea. Instead he raises a hand up in apology. "Whoa, Jack, I'm sorry I let my blabbermouth run away here. My mistake. Let CJ and I head over to a table over there and have some breakfast. We'll stay out of your hair. And in penalty, I'll buy the next two rounds for both of you. Does that sound fair?"
Assuming Jack accepts, David and, hopefully, CJ do exactly that.
If Jack continues on, David will apologize to the stranger, try to get a name, and continue the conversation.
- Underguard
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Mini-Update
The Tavern
Jack, David and CJ
Clint glances between Jack and David as David approaches, with Jack appearing to visibly tense as his experimental arm seems to shift to a darker shade. As David attempts to speak to Clint, Jack stands and brushes past him. Before Jack has the chance to leave, David offers to buy another two rounds for Jack and Clint and then sit away from them in hopes of appeasing the angered crazy. Clint shrugs at the bar as he finishes his drink. "I got nowhere to be." Clint says simply to Jack and David as he tips his glass and taps it for the bartender to refill it. CJ grabs an open table and watches the scene unfold between David and Jack.
If Jack stays, the bartender will bring him the first of two drinks David offered and drop some breakfast food at David and CJ's table before checking on the other patrons in the tavern. Something that's easily observed after ones eyes adjust to the dimmer light in the tavern is the number of displaced locals that occupy varying tables. More than a couple families, some folk sitting alone or in pairs. The ambience isn't one of comfort though, more akin to shelter.
The Tavern
Jack, David and CJ
Clint glances between Jack and David as David approaches, with Jack appearing to visibly tense as his experimental arm seems to shift to a darker shade. As David attempts to speak to Clint, Jack stands and brushes past him. Before Jack has the chance to leave, David offers to buy another two rounds for Jack and Clint and then sit away from them in hopes of appeasing the angered crazy. Clint shrugs at the bar as he finishes his drink. "I got nowhere to be." Clint says simply to Jack and David as he tips his glass and taps it for the bartender to refill it. CJ grabs an open table and watches the scene unfold between David and Jack.
If Jack stays, the bartender will bring him the first of two drinks David offered and drop some breakfast food at David and CJ's table before checking on the other patrons in the tavern. Something that's easily observed after ones eyes adjust to the dimmer light in the tavern is the number of displaced locals that occupy varying tables. More than a couple families, some folk sitting alone or in pairs. The ambience isn't one of comfort though, more akin to shelter.
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- Phinneas_Graves
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 88% |
1d100: [24] = 24
JIC: 1d20: [4] = 4 | 1d100: [30] = 30
Jack's insides are overflowing with rage at David stealing his thunder, whether he knew it or not.
This was supposed to by MY fucking moment....
David is lucky to have pulled back from making contact with Jack as the Crazy's nanobot arm began to form needle like structures close to where David would have landed his hand. It is unclear whether this was involuntary or not.
Blinded to the rest of the world by his anger, Jack doesn't hear David's offer and promptly leaves the saloon. He disappears quickly into the town to keep from being followed.
JIC: 1d20: [4] = 4 | 1d100: [30] = 30
Constant Conditions:
Jack's insides are overflowing with rage at David stealing his thunder, whether he knew it or not.
This was supposed to by MY fucking moment....
David is lucky to have pulled back from making contact with Jack as the Crazy's nanobot arm began to form needle like structures close to where David would have landed his hand. It is unclear whether this was involuntary or not.
Blinded to the rest of the world by his anger, Jack doesn't hear David's offer and promptly leaves the saloon. He disappears quickly into the town to keep from being followed.
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- Arvid Hammerson
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 64%
1d100: [91] = 91
+25% For Electrical 1d100
1d100: [76] = 76
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [15] = 15
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [53] = 53
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid States, “I think I will go out and get a bit closer to the two Northern Ranches. Anyone want to join me?
” He heads outside and flies his Turbo off toward the north. He sends the Phantom over to one Ranch with stay invisible and scout the area and come back to me to report.
JIC d20: 1d20 1d20: [15] = 15
JIC: 1d100 1d100: [53] = 53
Conditions:
Night Vision 200 ft
FIre and Cold resistant (does half damage),
Racial Abilities
See the invisible
Resistant to toxins, fire, cold (half as effective/damage)
Nightvision (200')
Regeneration: 1D6x5 M.D.C. per minute
Skills:
Arvid States, “I think I will go out and get a bit closer to the two Northern Ranches. Anyone want to join me?
” He heads outside and flies his Turbo off toward the north. He sends the Phantom over to one Ranch with stay invisible and scout the area and come back to me to report.
OOC Comments
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [21] = 21
/ 38%
JiC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [76] = 76
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan looks at Virgil for a long moment after he starts talking. Boing-go fixes everything! I knew it!
"You are Mr. Virgil, I am Dr. Susan," she says. Then she points at the sheriff, "That is the sheriff, that is Commander Amber - Commamber. You are in jail because you were very sick and, I have to assume, this town has no functional medical facilities."
Susan shrugs. "You were delusional and very ill until MAGIC healed you. We understand that something horrific happened to you that brought you here. We intend to assist with the removal of this danger from the area. If you could walk us through the events that led up to your becoming wounded, it would be extremely helpful."
She thinks for a second. "The more detail you can provide, the better. If you need to numb your emotions, I can provide chemical assistance with that. The time for panic and grieving is after you heroically inform us and help save your neighbors."
If Virgil asks for help, she grudgingly gives him another quarter of a boing-go.
After he's done telling his story, Susan casually adds, "I believe that your wound is still infected in some manner and will require further treatment and research. I suppose we could just remove the affected portion and get you a replacement."
JiC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [76] = 76
CONDITIONS: See Invisible
Susan looks at Virgil for a long moment after he starts talking. Boing-go fixes everything! I knew it!
"You are Mr. Virgil, I am Dr. Susan," she says. Then she points at the sheriff, "That is the sheriff, that is Commander Amber - Commamber. You are in jail because you were very sick and, I have to assume, this town has no functional medical facilities."
Susan shrugs. "You were delusional and very ill until MAGIC healed you. We understand that something horrific happened to you that brought you here. We intend to assist with the removal of this danger from the area. If you could walk us through the events that led up to your becoming wounded, it would be extremely helpful."
She thinks for a second. "The more detail you can provide, the better. If you need to numb your emotions, I can provide chemical assistance with that. The time for panic and grieving is after you heroically inform us and help save your neighbors."
If Virgil asks for help, she grudgingly gives him another quarter of a boing-go.
After he's done telling his story, Susan casually adds, "I believe that your wound is still infected in some manner and will require further treatment and research. I suppose we could just remove the affected portion and get you a replacement."
- Amber Dach
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception: 78% =
1d100: [45] = 45
(+5% on Perception Rolls regarding vampires and the undead)
JiC: 1d20: [2] = 2 | 1d100: [85] = 85
Amber watched Virgil’s sudden burst of frantic energy with a cool, detached air. Her training and conditioning, kept her emotions leashed, even in the face of the man’s obvious terror. He was a broken thing, and broken things were usually dangerous.
She keeps her distance and her movements deliberate and non-threatening, but stands ready to intercede if Virgil becomes aggressive or threatening toward Susan. She keeps her hands visible and open. Whatever the Doc did, it certainly snapped Virgil back from whatever dream world he was living in, she thinks wryly. But, the situation was escalating, and she needed to regain control.
"Virgil," she said calmly, her voice resonating with an authority and concern for his well-being. "You're safe. You're in the sheriff's office. We're here to help you."
She watches him carefully, gauging his reaction to Susan's rapid-fire explanation, delivered with her usual lack of tact, earned her a brief, almost imperceptible smile from Amber. Susan’s approach, however, had its merits. Direct, and almost purely clinical, it seemed to ground people when they were panicking. "The Doctor is correct," Amber said, her voice a low, calming hum that resonated with subtle power. She stepped forward, her armour glinting faintly in the dim light of the Sheriff's office. "We are here to help. But we need your cooperation."
Her gaze, the icy blue of a deep ocean trench, locked onto Virgil’s. "Tell us what happened. Every detail. Hold nothing back." She paused, letting her words sink in. "We are not interested in blame. We are interested in solutions. Something is… wrong with your wound. Something I did not completely heal." A sliver of frustration edged into her tone. Her people’s healing abilities were usually infallible and this discrepancy bothered her.
When Susan casually mentioned amputation and replacement, Amber’s frown deepened. While she understood the need for pragmatism, the casual disposal of a limb felt barbaric. "Let us hope that is not necessary, Doctor," Amber said, her voice laced with a steel edge. "We will explore all options before resorting to such… drastic measures." She turned back to Virgil. "Tell us your story. Let us understand the nightmare you faced. Only then can we begin to fight it." The fate of this backwater town, and perhaps something far greater, might hinge on his words.
JiC: 1d20: [2] = 2 | 1d100: [85] = 85
Skills Rolls
Constant/Active Conditions
Amber watched Virgil’s sudden burst of frantic energy with a cool, detached air. Her training and conditioning, kept her emotions leashed, even in the face of the man’s obvious terror. He was a broken thing, and broken things were usually dangerous.
She keeps her distance and her movements deliberate and non-threatening, but stands ready to intercede if Virgil becomes aggressive or threatening toward Susan. She keeps her hands visible and open. Whatever the Doc did, it certainly snapped Virgil back from whatever dream world he was living in, she thinks wryly. But, the situation was escalating, and she needed to regain control.
"Virgil," she said calmly, her voice resonating with an authority and concern for his well-being. "You're safe. You're in the sheriff's office. We're here to help you."
She watches him carefully, gauging his reaction to Susan's rapid-fire explanation, delivered with her usual lack of tact, earned her a brief, almost imperceptible smile from Amber. Susan’s approach, however, had its merits. Direct, and almost purely clinical, it seemed to ground people when they were panicking. "The Doctor is correct," Amber said, her voice a low, calming hum that resonated with subtle power. She stepped forward, her armour glinting faintly in the dim light of the Sheriff's office. "We are here to help. But we need your cooperation."
Her gaze, the icy blue of a deep ocean trench, locked onto Virgil’s. "Tell us what happened. Every detail. Hold nothing back." She paused, letting her words sink in. "We are not interested in blame. We are interested in solutions. Something is… wrong with your wound. Something I did not completely heal." A sliver of frustration edged into her tone. Her people’s healing abilities were usually infallible and this discrepancy bothered her.
When Susan casually mentioned amputation and replacement, Amber’s frown deepened. While she understood the need for pragmatism, the casual disposal of a limb felt barbaric. "Let us hope that is not necessary, Doctor," Amber said, her voice laced with a steel edge. "We will explore all options before resorting to such… drastic measures." She turned back to Virgil. "Tell us your story. Let us understand the nightmare you faced. Only then can we begin to fight it." The fate of this backwater town, and perhaps something far greater, might hinge on his words.
Re: Shadows of Perfection
Perception:
1d100: [79] = 79
/59%
JIC: 1d20: [3] = 3 / 1d100: [80] = 80
Minerva hangs back, observing the interaction with the troubled man with tepid interest. Dudo que él sea la clave para resolver este problema. Quizás podamos sacarle algo de la cabeza, pero parece... raro. Mejor alejarse de los que tienen la mente dañada, no sea que te conviertas en uno.
She turns her attention back toward the map and the pattern of attacks. When Arvid recommends they mosey on to the ranch to investigate, she jumps at the chance. "I'm with you, Eagle. Vixen, Eagle and I are going to scout the ranches. We'll return within the hour."
She heads outside and hops on her motorcycle, and heads in the direction of the first Ranch on their list.
JIC: 1d20: [3] = 3 / 1d100: [80] = 80
Minerva hangs back, observing the interaction with the troubled man with tepid interest. Dudo que él sea la clave para resolver este problema. Quizás podamos sacarle algo de la cabeza, pero parece... raro. Mejor alejarse de los que tienen la mente dañada, no sea que te conviertas en uno.
She turns her attention back toward the map and the pattern of attacks. When Arvid recommends they mosey on to the ranch to investigate, she jumps at the chance. "I'm with you, Eagle. Vixen, Eagle and I are going to scout the ranches. We'll return within the hour."
She heads outside and hops on her motorcycle, and heads in the direction of the first Ranch on their list.
Grace Minerva
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- David Swift
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
Rolls held
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David looks back and forth between Clint and Jack. He sighs and says to Clint, "Thanks for understanding. You were asking what the Group's plans are? I'm sure our leaders are putting one together, but all they know right now is what the Sheriff and his Deputies are saying."
Raising his voice to talk to the whole saloon, "Folks, I know you're having problems, scared, and hurting. We ran into some of your folks that had been attacked as we approached the town and helped them get here. If anyone has any information about the attacks, please talk to me. The more we know, the better we can help. Whether it's from Clint or any of you, we need to know what you know."
Previous rolls
Conditions/Stats:
David hurries to the door of the saloon and looks out. Not seeing Jack, he thinks, That's going to come back to haunt me. I hope he's ok, and I didn't cause someone else a problem.Blinded to the rest of the world by his anger, Jack doesn't hear David's offer and promptly leaves the saloon. He disappears quickly into the town to keep from being followed.
David looks back and forth between Clint and Jack. He sighs and says to Clint, "Thanks for understanding. You were asking what the Group's plans are? I'm sure our leaders are putting one together, but all they know right now is what the Sheriff and his Deputies are saying."
Raising his voice to talk to the whole saloon, "Folks, I know you're having problems, scared, and hurting. We ran into some of your folks that had been attacked as we approached the town and helped them get here. If anyone has any information about the attacks, please talk to me. The more we know, the better we can help. Whether it's from Clint or any of you, we need to know what you know."
Previous rolls
Before he leaves the saloon, David will buy a good bottle of some type. A peace offering if Jack will take it.Intelligence 58%: 1d100: [54] = 54 to assess any information for usefulness and reliability.
Undercover Ops: 71% 1d100: [4] = 4 to seem friendly and someone you'd want to talk to.
- Calamity John
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Re: Shadows of Perfection
OOC Comments
When Phinneas takes off, John just follows with his eyes until the Crazy leaves the tavern. John then just shrugs. Hopefully he gets that spin-off the writers are clearly bucking for. Probably just a mini-series though, brother.
Too bad, I'd watch it.
John takes a look around at the gathered people, taking particular care to identify valuables and weaponry. The Black Marketeer won't spare the vittles and asks for an ale. John pays in NGMI cash.