Veiled Malice

Es completo! :)

I'm coming up with 90 skill points. And you will have to stat out your shadows. Unfortunately, that is all I have time for right now, but I will be back to take a look at the rest tonight.

I'm coming up with 90 skill points. And you will have to stat out your shadows. Unfortunately, that is all I have time for right now, but I will be back to take a look at the rest tonight.

I'm coming up with 90 skill points. And you will have to stat out your shadows. Unfortunately, that is all I have time for right now, but I will be back to take a look at the rest tonight.

Indeed. Greetings to you, good sir.

Indeed. Greetings to you, good sir.

Indeed. Greetings to you, good sir.

Tough break man. Sorry you didn't make it, but think of it this way: when you finally break out and become huge, you can use the TV stuff to make a montage video. :)

Tough break man. Sorry you didn't make it, but think of it this way: when you finally break out and become huge, you can use the TV stuff to make a montage video. :)

Tough break man. Sorry you didn't make it, but think of it this way: when you finally break out and become huge, you can use the TV stuff to make a montage video. :)

Nice use of deductive reasoning within the confines of the information I gave you, Herid. I was impressed.

Nice use of deductive reasoning within the confines of the information I gave you, Herid. I was impressed.

Nice use of deductive reasoning within the confines of the information I gave you, Herid. I was impressed.

Ren almost started to relax as Lynn and Mr. Parker related a bit on the topic of mutual acquaintances. It felt normal. That, and anything he could learn about her was fantastic. They'd had so little time to get to know one another, after all. Then Lynn took him by the hand. It wasn't the physical closeness that he nearly yanked his hand out of her grip for; that was great. But for a moment, Ren thought she might be able to tell where his synthskin stopped and his inorganic endoskeleton began. From the look on her face, though, that wasn't the case. He placed one hand on top on hers and gave her a smile. By the end of Mr. Parker's Sherlock moment, however, Ren wasn't smiling anymore. In fact, he'd been getting visibly nervous during the part about his "suit". No matter what, this guy was not finding out what he was. He'd almost begun to pick out likely escape routes when Gravitor finished with, Ren sighed heavily and sagged back into himself. Well, sh*t, guess the secret's out. He looked to Lynn for a moment and gave her a helpless shrug before starting with the truth. "Alright, yeah, I'm from the future. You caught me. But this wasn't my idea, that's the first thing you have to understand." "Sean - your son, that is - we know each other back where I come from. I can't tell you how. We're screwing up causality too much as it is. I only hope that the plasticine parachronic theory is correct - deterministic development relying on symmetrical Poincar group types and all." Ren suddenly realized he was leaving his audience in the dust, understanding-wise, and chuckled uncomfortably. "Sorry. I read a lot. Anyway, we - by which I mean your son and I - do not belong here. Something went wrong with his suit while he was transporting us and... well, here we are. We need to get him back so we can get out of here. But for right now, I have no idea where to start. I had hoped he'd have come back by now, you being his father." "As it stands, though, I'm stuck here." Well, he didn't lie exactly. Details were left out, but Ren had kept to the truth faithfully. As to why Icarus had transported away, and Lynn's involvement, well... let him use that brain of his and figure it out.

Ren almost started to relax as Lynn and Mr. Parker related a bit on the topic of mutual acquaintances. It felt normal. That, and anything he could learn about her was fantastic. They'd had so little time to get to know one another, after all. Then Lynn took him by the hand. It wasn't the physical closeness that he nearly yanked his hand out of her grip for; that was great. But for a moment, Ren thought she might be able to tell where his synthskin stopped and his inorganic endoskeleton began. From the look on her face, though, that wasn't the case. He placed one hand on top on hers and gave her a smile. By the end of Mr. Parker's Sherlock moment, however, Ren wasn't smiling anymore. In fact, he'd been getting visibly nervous during the part about his "suit". No matter what, this guy was not finding out what he was. He'd almost begun to pick out likely escape routes when Gravitor finished with, Ren sighed heavily and sagged back into himself. Well, sh*t, guess the secret's out. He looked to Lynn for a moment and gave her a helpless shrug before starting with the truth. "Alright, yeah, I'm from the future. You caught me. But this wasn't my idea, that's the first thing you have to understand." "Sean - your son, that is - we know each other back where I come from. I can't tell you how. We're screwing up causality too much as it is. I only hope that the plasticine parachronic theory is correct - deterministic development relying on symmetrical Poincar group types and all." Ren suddenly realized he was leaving his audience in the dust, understanding-wise, and chuckled uncomfortably. "Sorry. I read a lot. Anyway, we - by which I mean your son and I - do not belong here. Something went wrong with his suit while he was transporting us and... well, here we are. We need to get him back so we can get out of here. But for right now, I have no idea where to start. I had hoped he'd have come back by now, you being his father." "As it stands, though, I'm stuck here." Well, he didn't lie exactly. Details were left out, but Ren had kept to the truth faithfully. As to why Icarus had transported away, and Lynn's involvement, well... let him use that brain of his and figure it out.

Ren almost started to relax as Lynn and Mr. Parker related a bit on the topic of mutual acquaintances. It felt normal. That, and anything he could learn about her was fantastic. They'd had so little time to get to know one another, after all. Then Lynn took him by the hand. It wasn't the physical closeness that he nearly yanked his hand out of her grip for; that was great. But for a moment, Ren thought she might be able to tell where his synthskin stopped and his inorganic endoskeleton began. From the look on her face, though, that wasn't the case. He placed one hand on top on hers and gave her a smile. By the end of Mr. Parker's Sherlock moment, however, Ren wasn't smiling anymore. In fact, he'd been getting visibly nervous during the part about his "suit". No matter what, this guy was not finding out what he was. He'd almost begun to pick out likely escape routes when Gravitor finished with, Ren sighed heavily and sagged back into himself. Well, sh*t, guess the secret's out. He looked to Lynn for a moment and gave her a helpless shrug before starting with the truth. "Alright, yeah, I'm from the future. You caught me. But this wasn't my idea, that's the first thing you have to understand." "Sean - your son, that is - we know each other back where I come from. I can't tell you how. We're screwing up causality too much as it is. I only hope that the plasticine parachronic theory is correct - deterministic development relying on symmetrical Poincar group types and all." Ren suddenly realized he was leaving his audience in the dust, understanding-wise, and chuckled uncomfortably. "Sorry. I read a lot. Anyway, we - by which I mean your son and I - do not belong here. Something went wrong with his suit while he was transporting us and... well, here we are. We need to get him back so we can get out of here. But for right now, I have no idea where to start. I had hoped he'd have come back by now, you being his father." "As it stands, though, I'm stuck here." Well, he didn't lie exactly. Details were left out, but Ren had kept to the truth faithfully. As to why Icarus had transported away, and Lynn's involvement, well... let him use that brain of his and figure it out.

Awww, and I was looking forward to getting to know Droplet too. Hope to see you back soon.

Awww, and I was looking forward to getting to know Droplet too. Hope to see you back soon.

Awww, and I was looking forward to getting to know Droplet too. Hope to see you back soon.

I've looked it over as well. Approved.

I've looked it over as well. Approved.

I've looked it over as well. Approved.

Ah yes, 25. A quarter of a century. That's certainly an accomplishment. What it accomplishes, I have no idea, but it's an accomplishment.

Ah yes, 25. A quarter of a century. That's certainly an accomplishment. What it accomplishes, I have no idea, but it's an accomplishment.

Ah yes, 25. A quarter of a century. That's certainly an accomplishment. What it accomplishes, I have no idea, but it's an accomplishment.