...why do you think I chose that name, Rob? :3
As for the 'who are the other bounties' discussion, I have to say I'm impressed. My intent with that was merely to provide a bit of verisimilitude; Daimler didn't just have the one bounty that suited me, but a whole raft of options, most of which didn't suit me. He has to go through a certain amount of file-shuffling to find the one he wants, and as the intent was to find an easy one for me to prove myself on, I didn't really get access to them.
Normally, I would've added the details CD suggested. I like detail. As Sirrocco suggested, though, the flow would suffer. The flow was sort of the point, so I think I'll leave this one as it is... at this point in the narrative. Remember, I'm running three different narrative threads in the plot right now- Bounties, Syndicate Destruction, and Imma and the Numbers (a band name, if ever I saw one). There will be more bounty-hunting, and I'll eventually have my pick of options- I'll get to dossier-browse then.
That, and every crossover element I add will be a) irrelevant to the plot and the 'verse, except as background flavor (like the Gundam reference earlier), b) reformatted/reimagined thoroughly enough to fit into the MSLN-verse without messing with it too much (using 'Bloody Pair' as this duo's name, the location I just teleported to... that sort of thing), c) both, or d) me trolling the 'verse (every name I take). If I were to do as CD suggested, that would mean that Maleficent, Dormammu, Jafar, Ryoko, Rita, and Jinx (You probably mean DC Universe Jinx, but I choose to imagine the champion from League of Legends, 'cause it's funnier) were all in this universe, and that's just not right!
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[Mal, check local atmospheric composition. Estimate highest safe altitude.]
After a second or so, Malleus responded. [AIR PRESSURE AND OXYGEN CONTENT SAFE TO 4000 METERS]
Perfect. [Thanks.]
Once I knew that, I added a bit of upward thrust to the Comet, kept an eye on my AR altimeter, and went in search of a nice, cool breeze.
...2800 meters. Really? I was hoping to hit ten thousand feet before it got too cold. Curses.
At least I'm still making good time.
I touched down right about at the coordinates Mal gave me for the Valle del Sol, and quickly regretted it. It reminded me of the Pacific Southwest in general... and Death Valley in particular. As somebody who looks forward to northern winters for the temperature, this really didn't go over well.Why would anybody build a town out HERE?! There's nothing around but dirt, rocks, and cacti, and it's so freaking HOT I could probably cook an egg on Malleus by now!I'd like to say I was on the bounce and keeping my eyes peeled for targets out there. Sadly, no. Half my attention was on the translucent dome of rippling energy that covered a good portion of the (oddly flat and not valley-like in the least) area. The other half was entirely devoted to griping about the heat, the lack of humidity, all the dirt mucking up my jacket, how bright the local sun was- basically everything nearby that wasn't me or my Device.
...you'd think that gene-modded cyborg mage me would be more heat-resistant than my old body, but noooooooooooooo....
Given there was nothing else in the area, I made for the energy dome. Mal was certain we were in the right place, and had already noted that the dome wasn't one of the harmful types of force fields, so why not? It could hardly be worse in there.
...heat's just as miserable for me now as WHOA THAT'S MUCH BETTER! What is this thing, and can I get one in my quarters?Passing through the dome felt like being enveloped in liquid- thicker than water, but cool and wet- for an instant, before I was through. The other side felt like summer back home; warm without being uncomfortable, distinctly less dry than the kiln outside, and not eye-searingly bright.
...okay, so I wasn't in danger of eye-searage to begin with, but it was the principle of the thing!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.
As for the 'who are the other bounties' discussion, I have to say I'm impressed. My intent with that was merely to provide a bit of verisimilitude; Daimler didn't just have the one bounty that suited me, but a whole raft of options, most of which didn't suit me. He has to go through a certain amount of file-shuffling to find the one he wants, and as the intent was to find an easy one for me to prove myself on, I didn't really get access to them.
Normally, I would've added the details CD suggested. I like detail. As Sirrocco suggested, though, the flow would suffer. The flow was sort of the point, so I think I'll leave this one as it is... at this point in the narrative. Remember, I'm running three different narrative threads in the plot right now- Bounties, Syndicate Destruction, and Imma and the Numbers (a band name, if ever I saw one). There will be more bounty-hunting, and I'll eventually have my pick of options- I'll get to dossier-browse then.
That, and every crossover element I add will be a) irrelevant to the plot and the 'verse, except as background flavor (like the Gundam reference earlier), b) reformatted/reimagined thoroughly enough to fit into the MSLN-verse without messing with it too much (using 'Bloody Pair' as this duo's name, the location I just teleported to... that sort of thing), c) both, or d) me trolling the 'verse (every name I take). If I were to do as CD suggested, that would mean that Maleficent, Dormammu, Jafar, Ryoko, Rita, and Jinx (You probably mean DC Universe Jinx, but I choose to imagine the champion from League of Legends, 'cause it's funnier) were all in this universe, and that's just not right!
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[Mal, check local atmospheric composition. Estimate highest safe altitude.]
After a second or so, Malleus responded. [AIR PRESSURE AND OXYGEN CONTENT SAFE TO 4000 METERS]
Perfect. [Thanks.]
Once I knew that, I added a bit of upward thrust to the Comet, kept an eye on my AR altimeter, and went in search of a nice, cool breeze.
...2800 meters. Really? I was hoping to hit ten thousand feet before it got too cold. Curses.
At least I'm still making good time.
I touched down right about at the coordinates Mal gave me for the Valle del Sol, and quickly regretted it. It reminded me of the Pacific Southwest in general... and Death Valley in particular. As somebody who looks forward to northern winters for the temperature, this really didn't go over well.Why would anybody build a town out HERE?! There's nothing around but dirt, rocks, and cacti, and it's so freaking HOT I could probably cook an egg on Malleus by now!I'd like to say I was on the bounce and keeping my eyes peeled for targets out there. Sadly, no. Half my attention was on the translucent dome of rippling energy that covered a good portion of the (oddly flat and not valley-like in the least) area. The other half was entirely devoted to griping about the heat, the lack of humidity, all the dirt mucking up my jacket, how bright the local sun was- basically everything nearby that wasn't me or my Device.
...you'd think that gene-modded cyborg mage me would be more heat-resistant than my old body, but noooooooooooooo....
Given there was nothing else in the area, I made for the energy dome. Mal was certain we were in the right place, and had already noted that the dome wasn't one of the harmful types of force fields, so why not? It could hardly be worse in there.
...heat's just as miserable for me now as WHOA THAT'S MUCH BETTER! What is this thing, and can I get one in my quarters?Passing through the dome felt like being enveloped in liquid- thicker than water, but cool and wet- for an instant, before I was through. The other side felt like summer back home; warm without being uncomfortable, distinctly less dry than the kiln outside, and not eye-searingly bright.
...okay, so I wasn't in danger of eye-searage to begin with, but it was the principle of the thing!
My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Brother Atom Bomb of Courteous Debate. Get yours.
I've been writing a bit.