Veiled Malice

Ren settled down so he could put his back against the surface behind him. "Sounds good to me. And I'd like to see a lot more of you, too. I don't have to tell you it'll be weird, at first. I barely have any experience with relationships, and certainly nothing this complex, but..." He brushed a hand through her longer hair, gently trying in vain to straighten out some of the crazier snarls. "But it'll be worth it." "As for exactly how it's gonna work, I have no idea." He chuckled as he thought back on her stated idea for non-verbal messaging. "The... ah, sock idea might not work out all that well. I live in Southside right now, y'know? They're not big on clotheslines down there." He pulled her in a little closer to him, so they were spooning while sitting up. "Maybe we could get with the times a little more? Get some cell phones or something? It's not like we could move in together..." The last part was mostly rhetorical, said as Ren looked off at the bay. "Listen, this is gonna sound really cheesy, but I just need to get it off my chest." He ducked his head down so his breath tickled Lynn's ear as he exhaled. "You saved me, you know? I was going down a dark path and was going to end up either dead or in prison for the rest of my life, even more guilt-ridden than I am now. I'd already started out that way. All it would take was one real bad day, and I'd be beyond redemption. And then... you showed up." "So... thanks. If we never see each other again, just know that I owe everything - everything - good about my life these days to you." He looked away again, his face burning red from embarrassment. "Oh... and I'll get you another cat."

Nightrival's kick landed squarely on the steel door, shaking the hatch in it's frame. However, it's surface remained unblemished, it's latch still held strong. "You're going to have to do better than that," the Warden's mocking voice came over the loudspeaker. The walls ground closer, slowed because of Nightrival's quick thinking, but still moved inexorably together. He made some quick mental calculations, and came to the conclusion that they would be in serious trouble in less than 30 seconds.

The IC post assumes you're using straight strength, no power attack included. If you did something different, please let me know so I can change it.

Great to hear from you again, Cos. It's true what they say - you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. We'll keep the home lights a'burning for you. :)

Not to hear Alan Moore tell it. :)

If you could reload in combat, rather than having to go back to base or what have you, it's not a flaw. With normal weapons, it's assumed that reloading happens off screen and takes no time - you know, just like in real life! (I watch too many action movies.)

Okay, I know you ordered a maze without technical challenges, but come on? A crushing deathtrap without a lock you have to pick before becoming several dozen kilos of raspberry jam? It just wouldn't be the same! :)

"This was unexpected," the speakers blare with The Warden's voice again. "Apparently your friend is invisible to the exterior senors. The same cannot be said of the interior, so such tactics will not avail you anything. But as interesting as all this is, It's time for you to meet your end." A sudden *click* sounded, and the walls suddenly began to close in, driven by the hum of hydraulics on the other side. "When these were installed, I was assured that they would be enough to crush a car into a cube the size of a beer keg. Enjoy!" Trying to ignore The Warden's cackling laugh, both adventurers saw that the only obvious way out of the room was a locked steel door on one end. There was enough room in between the rapidly-closing walls and the floor to jam something in there, but Nightrival wasn't sure how long that would slow them down.

It includes anything that you would have to take (or eventually take) a fort save for. This is inclusive of aging, hunger, suffocation, sleep, low pressure, radiation, etc. With Immunity to fortitude, you can pretty much be considered an automaton in what you no longer need to do.

I knew that! :oops:

"That's a nice song," Nanowire said after it appeared she was done singing. "What's it called?" When Lynn didn't answer immediately, he looked down at her. "Lynn? What's it... oh." Suddenly very aware that he cradled a sleeping girl in his arms, Nanowire slowed down even more so that he would be barely breaking the speed limit on a city street. Being inorganic, sleep was a pleasant memory Nanowire was incapable of taking part in any more. He envied Lynn; that she should be able to escape the world by simply closing her eyes. The nights got terribly boring around here, and there were simply not enough ways to entertain oneself. There were times he sorely wished to go to sleep, if only to make time pass more quickly. Making time pass was the last thing on Nanowire's mind as he looked down on the angelic face of Lynn Epstein, however. (Though she'd likely contest the "angelic" part. She would probably identify with something a bit more hardcore.) He set down on a nearby rooftop, making sure not to jostle her about. There he sat down cross legged and settled her into the space created. One of his hands reached up, almost of it's own accord to stroke her hair, but stopped bare centimeters before her face. It wouldn't be right. Not with an appendage made of steel and plastic. His form seemed to shift and expand, then melt away. All the things that made him so monstrous to look upon shed off of his like a butterfly leaving it's cocoon. Before long, all that remained was Renichi, cradling Lynn in his lap, looking out across the water towards the giant Centurion Statue with a smile on his face. "Happy Valentine's day, Lynn."

How about these guys? Not only can you cuddle with them, but you can drink them too! :D

Nanowire grinned under his skull plate at the simple wonder of being with someone so capable of shifting from fight mode to date mode in the blink of an eye. It took him several minutes to accomplish that same feat. The rapidly approaching siren's wail, however, didn't give either of them the luxury of time. He scooped her up into his arms. "Hold on," he said, preparing to take off. And then they were up in the sky, flying away from the disaster area he'd made of The Monorail Cafe. Though he honestly was sorry about the mess, he couldn't be bothered to care as long as he had Lynn in his arms. "I don't know about the moon, but there is something I'd like to show you." He banked sharply, keeping his speed under a hundred so as not to ruin her view of the Freedom City skyline as they flew towards their destination. The rain had cleared up, leaving clear skies and unlimited visibility for as far as the eye could see. Freedom City twinkled like a flawless jewel in the darkness of the February night. Buildings and streets blurred together into one unimaginably beautiful sight, almost as if the city was a living being made up of luminescent veins and arteries. "It's nice up here, isn't it?" Nanowire said after a while. "I don't really fly around a lot, to be honest. I never really had the inclination. Too mired down in my own problems, I guess." He looked down at Lynn and cuddled her in a bit closer to his chest, hoping that some of the waste heat his gravitics were radiating would reach her. "Sorry, are you cold up here? I can go lower..."

I have a FtF game with two people older than that. All being forty means is that you got a jump on the whole roleplaying thing before us whippersnappers did. :)

Okay, so not exactly tonight. Alright, unless Grim wants to finish what she started with Jawbreaker, combat's done. Sorry to cut it off that abruptly, but it seemed like that was where it was going anyway.

The girl in front of Grim jerked in surprise suddenly as her "friend" turned into someone seemingly intent on doing her serious bodily harm. She fumbled with the device she had clutched to her chest, finally stabbing the button after a couple false starts. All at once, the girl's outline becomes more indistinct - not truly blurred, but less defined - and she glared back at her antagonist. "I don't like being called a nerd," she said, with only a small quaver in her voice. "Especially someone dressed like they just stepped out of the Salvation Army." She made a move towards the door, after her companions while fishing a small blaster out of her pocket. Apparently she wasn't ready to fire it inside the restaurant, however, as the patrons had finally had enough. Dozens of them swarmed the doorway, sweeping the autocloning woman out the door. For a moment, it seemed like the glasses-wearing "nerd" would be trampled under the stampede of panicked patrons, but instead of being mowed down, she went straight through them, as if she was a ghost. Nanowire wasn't able to do much more than stand aside and let the restaurant goers get out. Any move on his part would only exacerbate the situation - which he realized was mostly his fault. In the chaos, all of the women had gotten away... "Oh man, I am so going kick all of their butts when this is over..." ...Except one, it seemed. Nanowire moved around behind the half-wall where Jawbreaker lay slumped against it. The very sight of the giant robot was enough to cow her. "Easy, big... guy, I guess. I'm done for today, alright?" She raised her hands as much as she could under the circumstances. "See? I surrender. I give up. Throw in the towel. Knuckle under. Some other word for raising the white flag that I can't think of right now." She sagged under the weight of her words until she sat down against the divider wall. "Can't believe they left me like this. Heh. Guess they really isn't any honor among thieves, huh?" Nanowire looked between her and Grim. There were sirens in the background already, and he really didn't feel like hanging around to explain how the cafe got to the state it was in. "Time to go," he said to Grim as he moved towards the door. From her place on the floor, Jawbreaker leveraged herself up onto the wall and yelled, "Hey! Aren't you going to arrest me or something?" Her mind suddenly caught up to what she had just said and she waved them off. "Nevermind. I'll... just be over here..." So saying, the girl started dragging herself over to the vacant kitchen.

Yeah, really. Getting "wild and crazy" for her apparently means needlepoint without wearing a thimble. (Kidding. Pleez don't hurt me.) Anyway, happy birthday, Cyrith! EDIT: Oh, and I just realized you're old enough to get your drink on! Congradulations even more!

Scary? :?:

Indeed! It was much the same when first the power of the Ref side of the Game first filled me. But after awhile of conquering, it just got to be too much to micromanage. Right now I'm settling for just making a couple people's lives miserable at a time. :)

I'll take this one on. Now, I have to warn you, my map making skills suck out loud so this is going to be more or less freeform and abstract. If'n ya'll wanted Da Vinci, you should have gone to the Louvre. My first post will go up over the weekend, but I am pretty busy, so forgive me if you have to wait till sunday.

I used to have an avatar. Alas, those days have gone from me - swept past like the tides of the ages.

Yeah, I'll get on with this tonight.

Dang! Missed out on this birthday topic! Oh well, I might as well say happy birthday while I'm here... :)

Well, if you think you're done, then you are approved. I'll get someone else to take a look and then you'll get moved to the character bank.

Same here, with the spacyness and everything. Oh and here. Dang, Grim ain't the only one that's on fire! That's a twenty one, baby! Of course, since the DC's so low, I just blew an awesome roll on a unimportant check. Oh well.