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- Epsilon - 06-20-2011
Remember this is a story, not a roleplaying game.
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Epsilon
- Jorlem - 06-20-2011
Epsilon Wrote:Remember this is a story, not a roleplaying game.Attack the darkness!
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Epsilon
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
- Lordpanther14 - 06-20-2011
Epsilon Wrote:Remember this is a story, not a roleplaying game.I don't know what you mean by that. I've always considered a roleplaying game a story that I can interact with and isn't that what we're doing with options provided to us?
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Epsilon
- Lordpanther14 - 06-20-2011
Epsilon Wrote:Remember this is a story, not a roleplaying game.I don't know what you mean by that. I've always considered a roleplaying game a story that I can interact with and isn't that what we're doing with options provided to us?
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Epsilon
- Epsilon - 06-20-2011
Lordpanther14 Wrote:I don't know what you mean by that. I've always considered a roleplaying game a story that I can interact with and isn't that what we're doing with options provided to us?Mostly "There isn't much point trying to micromanage things." If you decide, for example, to have this be a fight scene then I will write until the fight is concluded (one way or another) and the next interesting story choice occurs. Not that this doesn't mean you shouldn't offer "tactical" advice to the character (I'll certain keep it in mind) but I'm not going to respond like a GM to questions like "What is the tactical layout of the room?" and so on and so forth. Mainly because taking five paragraphs to minutely detail the layout of a room (complete with maps) would be incredibly boring to me and make a terrible story.
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Epsilon
- Shader - 06-20-2011
Pity we won't get to see the gender and the other personality defining
traits until later on.
Still this looks rather fun. Alas there isn'tan Option E: Write in EPIC choice here.
[X]They're armed, we're not. Flee to the right.
Tactical advice: Retreat around corner, wait a moment, when mob of thugs
comes around the corner toss Ed at them or use him as a distraction.
Liberate a spear. Then [X] Time for violence. Show them why you were
locked up. Grin and offer a quip: 'Do you want to live forever?' ... wait isn't that familiar line somehow?
.... or is that somehow cheating by doing a three way bet?
- Necratoid - 06-20-2011
[ ]They're armed, we're not. Flee to the right.
We can always fight back or stop and talk again, but simply evading for a bit will show us their all important reaction. If they try to talk us down, attack us, mutate and spit acid at us, or just stand there and mock us for running into a dead end and making things easier on them it tell us a lot. Remember the area we are in is listing and probably on fire (or someone may have fallen on the climate control panel), we just don't know... that and we have no clue if these are the attackers or defenders. Also, we may evade into the room with the chest of MC and Ed's stuff in it.
- Shader - 06-20-2011
double post
- Epsilon - 06-20-2011
MicroHue Wrote:Pity we won't get to see the gender and the other personality definingWell, you already have to some degree. I mean, the MC didn't notice Ed only had one leg until the end of the scene because you guys only had one Vote for Perceptive.
traits until later on.
an Option E: Write in EPIC choice here.
Also, Option E is always available.
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Epsilon
- K sai - 06-20-2011
It doesn't actually specify the gender
The reaction fits for either girl turned boy or boy turned girl
I vote for Therapy No Jutsu - (a)
- robkelk - 06-20-2011
[X]They're armed, we're not. Flee to the right.
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
- Glidergun - 06-20-2011
[C]
They're armed, we're not. Flee to the right.
- Vincent Ursus - 06-21-2011
Quote:[X]It's time for violence!
- Bob Schroeck - 06-21-2011
[X]It's time for violence!
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
- Ayiekie - 06-21-2011
[X]They're armed, we're not. Flee to the right.
- Epsilon - 06-21-2011
Day
One, A Hallway
I
was not about to go
back into a cell. Despite my desire to pound some answer out of these
people, my good sense overrode my emotions and I realized we had to
escape. “Come on,” I grabbed Ed's shoulder and leaped across the
open doorway beneath us. He gave a squawk of surprise at being
manhandled. Carrying the extra weight threw off my landing slightly
and I slipped down, banging my shins painfully against the metal
wall-now-floor.
I
was lucky I had, since the crisp scent of burning hair followed
shortly in the wake of a plume of fire that raced over my head. I
shouted and threw myself to the ground, frantically glancing over my
shoulder. One of the red armoured soldiers had his legs planted wide
on the ground, his fist thrust decisively in front of him and his
spear held behind his back. A spark of flame hovered in front ogf his
knuckles for a fraction of a second before flickering out.
“You
idiot! The Princess wants him alive!” the one next to him shouted.
“Ah...
sorry.”
“Did
he just...?” I turned my face to Ed. Ed, however, was barely paying
attention to me. His eyes were narrowed as he focused on the
soldier's fist.
“Flame
alchemy? Mustang you bastard...”
“Ed!”
I began to crawl across the floor. “Stop staring and move!”
Ed
seemed to get the message when the three soldiers broke out in a
sprint towards us. I scrambled to my feet, hoping that they wouldn't
stab me in the back. Ed wrapped one arm around my torso and used my
momentum to pull himself up with me. Then we started running in some
bizarre three-legged sprint. At first I was worried I'd have to slow
down on Ed's behalf, but he seemed strangely at ease using me as a
support while he moved.
A
series of soft thumps made me look back briefly to see the soldiers
easily vaulting the narrow pit in the floor. “Keep your eyes
forward!” Ed shouted in my ear, but it was too late.
We
had reached the end of the hallway, where it split into a T. But with
the place resting on its side the path now went straight down below
us and straight up on the other side. My foot caught the edge of the
wall-now-floor and then the next step brought me out over the void.
Ed snarled and managed to keep himself from going over, grabbing onto
door latch. His arm slipped down my waist, along my leg before
grabbing hold of my ankle, his body overextending into the
double-wide hallway-now-shaft. I pinwheeled my free arm and looked
down into the shaft even as a blast of hot air swept across my body.
It
was hell. The fire filled the entire hallway like a liquid, strangely
smokeless. The hot air shimmered and made my eyes water as it dried
out everything. I pinwheeled my free arm and then managed to snap my
palm against the opposite wall to keep myself from plummeting. The
metal was painfully hot. My body formed an arc across the accidental
chimney.
“Hold
on!” Ed shouted while trying to pull me back. With only one leg he
didn't have anywhere near the leverage to do so. I snapped by head
up. The hallway up had several doorways, most of them open. Chains
for more oil lamps also hung from the walls. I felt strangely calm as
my mind spun through several scenarios before I called back.
“No,
let me go,” I said, yelling to be heard over the fire but still
calm.
“Are
you crazy?”
“I
have a plan,” I shouted back. Ed snorted at that but let me drop.
My sweaty palm slipped from the opposite wall and I began to tumble
down into the chimney. I heard shouts of frustration behind me. Then
my fingers wrapped around the chain of a broken oil lamp. It seared
my skin but I ignored the pain, even as I slammed painfully against
the wall.
A
sharp crack drew my eyes up. Ed was holding the splintered end of one
of the spears in one hand, but an angry red line was traced across
his cheek. We were officially out of time. I took a deep breath, the
hot air burning down into my lungs. Then I swung.
Two
legs against one wall. Then the other. Not much space to play with
here, but just enough. Momentum propelled me up and just within reach
of he next dangling chain. Then the next.
Ed
was struggling in the grip of two of the goons when I swung up level
with the hallway.
“Hold
him, hold him!”
“Gah!
Little bastard bit me!”
“Just
knock his lights out, we need him alive, not in one piece!”
Both
of them were so distracted with keeping Ed, who fought like a
gold-haired demon, contained they never saw me coming. On my back
swing I snapped my legs out, taking them both in the face. There was
a crack as their masks broke under the force of my swing, then they
stumbled back before sitting down hard.
“You're
alive!” the third one said, now revealed. That was when Ed swept
his legs out from under him.
“Take
my hand,” I offered. He did so and I let myself swing back. The
chain groaned as it suddenly took both of our weights.
“It'll
snap!”
“Just
push with your leg,” I told him, twisting my body to face the other
wall. “When we swing back, I'm throwing you.” His eyes widened,
then narrowed in comprehension. Once again I was struck by how easily
we coordinated, both pushing off the wall at the exact same time. I
snapped my arm up, using the momentum to help propel Ed upwards. His
fingers laced around the next chain up.
“Your
turn!” he called back down, swinging down and presenting me his
free hand. He had a big manic grin on his face. He was enjoying this?
Still, I couldn't help but respond. On my next backswing I launched
myself up and he caught my arm by the wrist. The touch lasted only a
second but it felt almost magnetic, then I was being tossed up.
Thankfully
I regained my wits quickly enough to grab the next hanging chain. Ed
was already pushing off of the wall with his one leg, then throwing
himself after me almost before I could prepare. Still, I caught him
and sent him flying above me.
That
was when the soldiers recovered. One of the ones with a shattered
faceplate looked up at us, his eyes widening. Then he narrowed them
and disappeared back into the hallway. A fraction of a second later,
as Ed was sending me up again, he launched out into the chimney. One
foot planted against the wall, then pushed him back. He spun in
place, planting his other foot and went up again. He was bouncing up
the walls after us!
Ed
was below me, hanging by one arm as he looked grimly downward. I
glanced at my own chain, there was still a mostly full reservoir of
oil hanging from the bottom of it, shaped like a bulb. Other than
that, there was nothing in reach and nothing I could do.
The
soldier reached Ed on the seventh bounce and came at him with a
sweeping arm. Ed grabbed the arm and drove his shoulder into the man
in mid-air, driving the breath from his lungs. The man fell
downwards, and there was an almost liquid snap as a link the chain Ed
was holding onto broke. For a moment he lurched downward before the
remains of the chain caught him. His fingers slipped along the armour
of the soldier then snapped around the man's wrist.
“Hold
on!” Ed shouted.
“What
are you doing?” I asked, furrowing my brow in annoyance.
“If
I let him go, he'll die!” Ed yelled back.
This
seemed to revive the shoulder, who looked down and started shrieking.
“Ah! AHH! Don't let go!”
“Captain!”
The two remaining soldiers were looking up the shaft, the one with
the visible face had his lips twisted into a snarl. From the way they
were shaking they either weren't skilled enough to follow, or not
insane enough. “Hold on!”
We
didn't have time for this. I glanced upward. The top of this
makeshift shaft was only two or three leaps away, but I could feel my
strength waning and who knew what other enemies were coming? Plus
Ed's own chain was going to break free with all that added weight on
it for too long. Ed's grip didn't look very strong, maybe I could
jostle the soldier free without hurting him? I looked back down to
the firey pit and made a quick decision.
[
]Help him, no matter what he did he doesn't deserve that kind of
death.
[
]Ed can take care of himself, get to safety.
[
]Maybe the soldiers can help in some way?
[
]He wrote his own fate by attacking me, save Ed from his own
foolishness.
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Epsilon
- Ayiekie - 06-21-2011
I like it when faceless soldiers are people too.
[X]Maybe the soldiers can help in some way?
- robkelk - 06-21-2011
(As usual, answering before I see what everyone else says.)
I'm a softy, but not a compete softy...
[X]Maybe the soldiers can help in some way?
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."
- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012
- Lordpanther14 - 06-21-2011
[X]He wrote his own fate by attacking me, save Ed from his own foolishness.
Least it was nice to hear the Princess wants Ed and MC alive for some reason.
- Jorlem - 06-21-2011
A combination of
[X]Help him, no matter what he did he doesn't deserve that kind of death.
and
[X]Maybe the soldiers can help in some way?
Maybe if the other soldiers see that I helped him, they'll help me, or at least be less inclined to throw that flame alchemy stuff at me?
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Stand between the Silver Crystal and the Golden Sea.
"Youngsters these days just have no appreciation for the magnificence of the legendary cucumber." --Krityan Elder, Tales of Vesperia.
- Bob Schroeck - 06-22-2011
Quote:This seemed to revive the shoulder,And the rest of the soldier, too...
[X]Help him, no matter what he did he doesn't deserve that kind of death.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
- Vincent Ursus - 06-22-2011
[X]Maybe the soldiers can help in some way?
- rmthorn - 06-22-2011
[X]Help him, no matter what he did he doesn't deserve that kind of death.
- Glidergun - 06-22-2011
[A] Help him, no matter what he did he doesn't deserve that kind of
death.
- Necratoid - 06-22-2011
[ ]Help him, no matter what he did he doesn't deserve that kind of death.
[ ]Maybe the soldiers can help in some way?
Specifically, this guy is the ranking one... the one giving orders like... 'don't burn them alive you idiots' and 'knock them out don't impale them on spears'.. kill not the one with a brain giving orders to not burn us alive.