"Priest." It spoke in serendipity, so saying supposedly some succor unto it.
"That is me, the answer to the question." Priest spoke, it investigated its body carefully, trying to take ginger care of the wounds and bleeding. "Yes... Ndeitosael, a Priest of. We have a task of Ndeitosael, we must consecrate an altar so that he may rest with us, to tabernacle unto our presence. Blood is required, of yours and mine it must be present, matrimony of life's blood. Yet... I fear I will not have much else to give at the going rate." It spoke as well as it could in its present state. "A house of healing is required, but for the sake of one I shall move on. Come, we must go."
It raises itself up as well as it can, investigating its cloth raiment. Tattered, hardy cloth, the bottom half forming something of a parted robe with the rips, the sleeves similarly ripped to accommodate its dexterous limbs and the wings attached to them, just hanging straps as if for decoration. There was something in its pocket on the front, it could feel it. Confused moving. There was a twing in the back of its mind, as if it should be familiar, drawing feelings of kindness from the creature. "Hello little one, I see you in there. You are a friend--Is a friend." It echoed the last part in similar tone and pitch, as if its voice rewound and replayed yet said something else.
Feeling satisfied in its self analysis, Priest looked around to gather its bearings in its surroundings.[/spoiler]
”What? WHAT? What are you saying, Rick?”You ignore Worm for now, and glance around. You’re at the edges of the forest and the town. There’s a big office building nearby, some apartments past that, and in the distance the rest of town.
[3-1] You feel an invisible, undetectable energy around you.
This could help your endeavors. Touch someone and talk reassuringly to them. You feel a feathery feeling.
If you wish, you can turn into a crow. Nice for rapid transport, concealment, maybe looking wise-- --or even subsisting off of worms, eh, High Priest?[Surprised I lived through that, to be frank. Figured I should make the character a bit more entertaining to write for while I'm at it.]
(Neat, thanks. Although, frankly, the play of Worm v. Ndeitosael was pretty interesting all on its own.)
Get healed, then leave the hospital.
“I gotta get out of here!”
“We’ve bandged your head, but there’s still some...issues...”
“I’m fine! Lemme out!”
[4] You manage to stumble forward, before being stopped.
“At least take a wheelchair. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Rubbing your arm, you consent and exit.
[3] No new mutations.
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YES. Wait until someone arrives with a gun, and teleport it into my hands. Shoot them, and anyone else who tries to attack me.
You lean against a wall, adjusting your clothing. A few police officers arrive. You snatch one’s gun and [2v2] graze his shoulder. He stops, causing a pileup in the entrance. [4v3-1] You hit an armed cop in the chest and [6] steal another’s gun as it’s firing, disorienting you for a moment. The one remaining, armed officer [1] shoots one of his comrades. The other one flees into the bank. [6v3] A bullet flies straight through the body of the armed police officer. Now what?
[4] You gain a new sense.
"Ah. Maybe I can blow the whistle on these mutation people? I'm pretty sure what they did wasn't legal. Failing that, I suppose prison might be preferable to the Ward. I don't like the Ward."
"Hey, wait, how can they convict me of turning somebody to stone? How do they know it was I who even did it? Also, I have absolutely no control over this ability, and I had just received it at the time I turned the guy to stone. It was kind of an accident."
Speak!
“Ah. Maybe I can blow the whistle on these mutation people? I'm pretty sure what they did wasn't legal. Failing that, I suppose prison might be preferable to the Ward. I don't like the Ward."
“Well, did you sign a contract?”
“Um...yeah...”
“Did you
read the contract?”
“...”
“Walther...”
“I’m sorry.”
“Anyways, I’d suggest that you go to the Ward. Maybe they can get you to stop having these ‘episodes’...”
“No! I’d rather die!”
“You don’t mean that.”
“Yes I--”
“Let’s change the subject.”
“Hey, wait, how can they convict me of turning somebody to stone? How do they know it was I who even did it? Also, I have absolutely no control over this ability, and I had just received it at the time I turned the guy to stone. It was kind of an accident."
“Well, if you can prove that, it’ll help your defense. However, you’re also charged with assault, disturbance of the peace, petty larceny, trespassing, and--you said you’d showed up to your last court dates!”
“Um...”
[4] Your eye itches, so you scratch it. It pops out. You can still see through it, but your lawyer is distressed. She asks you to put your eye back in.
(My status insists that I am still caged)
Nice catch.
"I will have the house salad with thousand island dressing, please. With a side of anger... wait, what? I mean garlic bread."
"Hook me up with the double bacon cheeseburger combo, bro."
Logic ponders on the new thinking in his head.
Passion wonders why no one is looking at him any more.
Logic: Analyze new way of thinking.
Passion: Check self to try to determine nature of new inventions. Teleport a coke into hand.
“Thank you. Would you like a drink?”
“Of course!”“What would you like to drink?”
”Lemonade, please.” ”Root beer!”The waitress leaves. Logic attempts the new technique, and detects...nothing in particular. Meanwhile, Passion [4-1] looks around. Hm...why is no one looking at him?
”Hey Logic, why aren’t any of these people looking at me?””Perhaps because you’re an egomaniac, perhaps because you are imperceptible to the optical sense.””Hey! How dare you call me stupid!””...I was saying you were invisible.””I’ll have you know I--wait, what? Hey, awesome!”[4+1,1;6+1,4] The drinks are brought. Logic notes an unusual adhesion between his hand and the glass, while Passion grows by about half. Passion curses. This seems to confuse some nearby flies, which causes Logic to deduce a possibility of them comprehending Passion’s vocalizations as he chides his now-large companion.
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Perform Ritual
You feel like you should focus on something, so you focus on a rock. You have a vision of the area around the rock. Neat!
…
[3] Nothing.
buy more pretzels and a six pack to go then pay off my tab.
Wander off and try to find the nearest hospital.
You buy the pretzels, but the bar doesn't sell six-packs. "If we sell 'em beer to go, they don't stay, y'know?" Your tab and pretzels cost [6] nothing because you forget to pay.
You look for a hospital. [5] You find a free clinic.
Snapping out of his addled state temporarily, Mr. Normal considers his options. Thinking fast, he begins talking like an utterly non threatening and oblivious hiker.
If they don't buy it, he decides he must teleport away.
“Um, helluh! Ah’m jus’ a normal, harml’ss hiker...”
“Right...come with us, please.”
You try to teleport. [3] You pop over about 30 feet. “Get him!”
Oh dear.
[5] You feel scared, and fade out.
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Honor time.
You feel the need to live life as a proper Christian woman, following the Ten Commandments.
…
You stand around, contemplating Exodus.
You see three yous again. One is exuding a scent that makes you angry; one is looking in an empty mirror; and one has roots and vines growing out of herself.
322 (Anger Pheromomes), 883 (No Reflection), 348 (Roots & Vines)
Perfect regeneration Walk around the room and try to figure out what is even happening to me.
You wander around the lack of a room and determine that you are undergoing some awesome trip. Duuude.
Sunflower sees a version of himself in a wonderland, one of himself sitting calmly in a blizzard, and one of himself slipping into a wall.
646 (Illusionary Surroundings), 377 (Temperature Resistance), 913 (Seeping)
Weather sense. Get up. Look around. Stay silent.
(('Tis me, yes?))
Probably.
Anyways.
You look around. You feel a storm slipping away. You seem to be essentially in town. There are people scurrying about.
You see three yous. One is talking with your mind, one looks attractive, and one is big.
Choices: 696 (Telepathy), 16 (Attractive), 95 (Large Size)
For chooses the spikes.
"Hmm, interesting. I trust you all are recording this? My employer would be very dissatisfied with me if I do not give you any satisfactory results."
Try to find out the nature of these spikes, as in how exactly they grew out of my body and how the serum caused them to do so.
"I'm just a lab assistant, sir, not the scientist behind all this. I hear he's in the hospital at the moment.
The serum seemed to make them grow by making spikes grow.
You see three yous, of course. One is copying the sounds of a conveniently placed songbird, one is scary, and one has a mane and is running from the second.
367 (Sound Mimicry), 725 (Aura of Fear), 105 (Mane)
Then let's go with that one then.... seeing how I'm going on end up on a murdering rampage to make everyone happy and feel great eventually.
You get a mutation!
…
To what should be no one’s surprise, you see three you’s: One charging a device of some kind, one being a cyborg, and one lifting a car.
899 (Power Source), 871 (Mechanoid), 952 (Superhuman Strength)
528, and use the combined power of your three brains to prove the third one's existence! Because being extinct is lonely...
You promptly feel your head feel funny. [6] You feel your mind splinter worsely.
Two of the inevitable you’s are looking around with evidently-somehow-clearer vision, before the third looks around and turns them both to statues. Statues with great vision!
375 (Telescopic Vision), 892 (Petrifying Gaze), 589 (Spatial Perception)
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General Notes:
I really shouldn’t be doing turns this late.
Nothing much happens to tie the turns together, except a couple of minor snafus with the governmental response.
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Joe Bridger (Remuthra)
Physical State:
-Elderly
-Switchable Armored Skin (plasticky)
-Disintegrating Touch (tires)
-No Nose
-Bristley Hair
-??
-Tired and Woozy
-Roots
-Enhanced Hearing
-Bug Torso
-No Normal Legs
--Head on One Remaining Leg
---Left Eye in Left Ear
---Leg on Head
---Scarlet Eyes
-Three Arms (Bug's Legs)
--Right Arm has two legs growing off of it
-Thin Skin
-Weak Respiratory System
-Echolocation
-Diabetic
-Stinging Tail
-Head Crest
-??
-Head Wounded
Mental State:
-Dementia'd
-Psychometry
-Hunger-filling Something
Inventory:
-Fedora
-Wraparound Shades
-Pink Bathrobe
--$50.00
--Notebook
--Falcon Treats
-Police Belt
--Taser
--Radio
--Handcuffs
--Pistol
---Bullets
-Falconing Glove
-Slippers
-City Map
-$0.25
Rick Priest (Xanmyral)
Physical State:
-Overweight
-Tingling
-Sonic Blasts
-Long Left Tentacle (~+25%)
-Glider membranes from tentacles
-Wormy Head, Body, Etc--No legs, dextrous worm-tentacles for arms, worm head
-Vibrating Spine
-White Feathers
-White Down
-Feline Eyespots
-Glowing Body Segment
-Poison Shout
-Cloud of Parasitic Flies
-??
-Very Badly Mauled
Mental State:
-Annoyed
-Suddenly understands body language
-Something Moderately Useful
-Helpful Worm--Totem
-Can Control Water
-Charming Voice
-Aura
Inventory:
-Jumpsuit (legs torn)
--Wallet
---IC
---$13.38
--7 Pennies, 2 Dimes
Alexandra (Greenstarfanatic)
Physical State:
-
Short, Thin
-Farsighted
-9'7"
-Unstable Density
-??
Mental State:
-Intelligent
-Magnetic Control
-??
-Lightening Ray (as in lowered density, not electricity)
-Ritual
-Tripping
-Object Teleportation
-Liquid Control
-New Sense
Inventory:
-Glasses
-Sheet
-Labcoat
-Green Shirt
-Pants
--Wallet
---ID
---Driver's License
---$61.32
--$0.83
--Keys
-Shoes
-Giant Motorcycle
Thrak (Toaster)
Physical State:
-Bifurcated Spiritually
-
Gangly Skeletal
-Blank, Skull-like Head
-Angerpire
-No Smell or Taste
-Tough
-Frail from Skeletalness
-Slowed Something
-Can Teleport Objects Into Hand
-Logic: Absurd Super Strength; Create Toxic Smoke
; Adhesive Touch; ??
-Passion: Create Toxic Fog
; About 7'9"; ??
-Mutating Quadrupally
Mental State:
-Logic: Brief Ritual
, Something
-Passion: Invisibility
-Foolish
-Transhumanist
Inventory:
-Hoodie (stretched for Passion)
--$50
-Lewd T-shirt (ripped for Passion)
-Jeans (stretched for Passion)
-Sneakers (Logic only)
Walther (Harry Baldman)
Physical State:
-Muscular
-Luminescent
-Water-Dependant
-Petrifying Gaze (Takes several seconds)
-Inner, Rubbery Mouth
-Detatchable Eyes (one out)
-
ALPMental State:
-Crazy
-Lightbender
-Annoyingly Telepathic
Inventory:
-Glasses
-Robes
--$50.15
--Parking Ticket ($50)
-Socks
-Sandals
-Own Eye
Greg (Unholy_Pariah)
Physical State:
-Mostly Hairless
-Bone Armor (switchable)
-??
-Malnourished but Recently Sated
-Filthy
-Headache
Mental State:
-Transhumanist
-Lucid Dreamer
-??
Inventory:
-Used Sweater (holes)
-Old T-Shirt (holes)
-Nice Watch
-Goodwill Sweat Pants (holes)
--"Found" Wallet
---$80
-Beaten-up Boots
-Beer Bottle
-Empty Cookie Package
Mr. Normal (HugoLuman)
Physical State:
-Normal
-Not At All Suspicious
-Vomits @will
-Can Turn Invisibility
Mental State:
-Normal
-Not At All Suspicious
-Waves Crash Sometimes
-Dyslexic
-Schizophrenia
-Mr. Normal, Quite Contrary
-Can See Weak Points
-??
Inventory:
-Clean gray hat
-Clean gray suit
--Cell Phone
--Absolutely a Fridge Magnet
--Nothing weird about this Stapler
--$50.00
-Bombless Shoes
William Snow (Persus13)
Physical State:
-Skinny
-Albino
-Broken Bones (set)
-Lacerations
Mental State:
-Great Spatial Sense
-Great Sense of Self
-Must have VENGEANCE!
-Can Speak In Tongues
-Reckless
-Quick Ritual
Inventory:
-Baseball Cap
-T-shirt, Dirty
-Jeans
--Driver's License
--$54.11
-Socks
-Sneakers
-Crutches
? ? ? ? ?
(
)Physical State:
-Notable Notes
Mental State:
-Senses Weather
Inventory:
-Items
Elrond Humperdink (
)
Physical State:
-Middle-aged
-Castrated
Mental State:
-Basically Insane
-Triple-Minded (and hence MORE insane)
Inventory:
-Shirt
-Pants
--Wallet
---Piece of paper with "Driver's License" written on it
---Piece of paper with "Cell Phone" written on it
---Piece of paper with "A milion dollars" written on it
---$50.00
-Socks
-Shoes
For M. Al (borno)
Physical State:
-Tall, Lean
-Covered in spines
Mental State:
-Indistinct
Inventory:
-Suit
--Tie
--Wallet
---Driver's License
---?? ID
---$262.25
-Shoes
James "Sunflower" Tatar (wer6)
Physical State:
-Vegetarian
-Regeneration
Mental State:
-Slightly Stoned
Inventory:
-Poncho
-Tie-Dye T-Shirt
-Shorts
--$50.00
-Sandals
Maika (superBLAST)
Physical State:
-Surprisingly Normal
Mental State:
-Sadistic/Nymphomaniac
Inventory:
-Hat
-Dress
-High Heels
May (TCM)
Physical State:
-Lean
-Toned Musculature
-A Few Scars
Mental State:
-Crazy
-Relies on the 10 Commandments
Inventory:
-Spiky Shoulder Pads
-Modified Bathrobe
--Knife
--Truncheon
--NERF Gun
--$50
-Boots
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Xantalos, kj: If you want, you can take minds of Elrond. It should be hilarious.
