And the Game must?! go on!
Tonight we find the party split. Trump, Tracy, and Taylor find themselves in a grand banquet hall with a gradually increasing number of stiff-backed military personnel, along with a variety of less-but-still disciplined civilians. The whole place reeks of rigidity and efficiency. All boots are shiny, all suits and uniforms are crisp and clean.
Meanwhile, Torcuil - who didn't die - prepares to venture forth with Infernius and Thez who just last night got engaged, no homo to wreck shop on an entire city of commies. "Isn't wanton killing evil" you might ask, to which I say "Not when its commies".
So then, let us begin,... again.
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>>25607Its supposed to be fun! Now on the subject of Rangers,... you might find someone in the immediate surroundings who knows a thing or 7.
>>25608Faints again to get free cpr.
>>25608Uh, how I find this man?
Should I roll perception?
>>25609"Ma'am! Are you okay? ARE YOU OKAY!"
...
"She's unresponsive, but still breathing. You! Go get a medical technician! You, please assist me!"
>>25610That might help
The two attending staff members begin feeling around Taylor for any injuries or signs of distress. The assistant asks Trump/Tracy, "Does she have any existing medical conditions that you are aware of? Is she allergic to any medications?"
"I'm not detecting any signs of trauma, elevating her head," the main responder says wrapping up his jacket into a roll and placing it under Taylor's head.
The incoming crowd takes more than a passing interest in the situation with Taylor. "Please, maintain a perimeter!
Two more people with medical symbols on their uniform enter. "Sir, we're here to relieve you."
"Thank you. She collapsed on the floor, no apparent signs of injury, and she's still breathing but unresponsive."
"We'll take it from here. Preparing AED device." he says while the other medic rips open her jacket and shirt.
"Placing electronic shock devices."
[2d20 = 22]>>25617No, the latter supercedes the former.
>>25620"Charging AED, everyone stand clear!"
....
"Administering shock."
A sharp surge of electricity shoots through Taylor, forcing her eyes open, and causing her to gasp for air.
The medical staff breathe a sigh of relief. "Ma'am, can you hear me? You're in the Spartan's mess hall, you fell and lost consciousness. Please remain still while I check your vitals."
>>25624[Kises medic]im fine now.
>>25623And here i thought getting shocked would have been seen as adverse"Ma'am, you seem to be convulsing. Its best that you lay there. I need an....." he's interrupted by
>>25626The surrounding onlookers cheer at her return to life and movement (aside from slight 'convulsions'). Several people pat him on the shoulder and back, while his assistant looks at him with green eyes.
>>25627>green eyesI don't know how, but that will be important later.
SOMEONE WRITE THAT DOWN
>>25627You have very pretty eyes.
"Ma'am, I think you're going to be alright. Take over for me," he says to the other attendent who shoots him a look of "Oh NOW I can take over".
>Green eyes
Its an expression, it means he's jealous, not literal
Nevermind, fuck it. He's got green eyes
>>25631I've never heard that.
I thought it was gonna be something important
>>25632does lennos have any zyclone b?
Meanwhile, aside from Taylor's,... situation, Thez inquires to Infernius. "Why are we going to go kill a city again? I'm not opposed, just wondering why its necessary or called for is all."
>>25635Raises his goggles. "What now?"
>>25636"they are filthy communist jews"
>>25637"me need gas bombs. have you any?"
>>25638T> "What's a communist?"
L> "How quick do you need 'em?"
>>25639"As the scholar of the group, imagine socialism but worse"
>>25640"What's wrong with being social? Do they talk too much?"
P.S. Intelligence is Thez' weakest attribute
>>25639"me not know full details but me was in bavaria during the coup they starved the civilians and kept all the food for themselves thats what it means they also rape and murder with out reason, communist are the worst dregs of anyworld."
>>25639"a few hours? me need to gas communist jews."
>>25642Ah
>>25641"No no no. Socialism is where the goverment takes everything someone has, then distributes it evenly.
So say that Jew down the street has $1 and you have $99 according to the government, you each have $50.
Communism includes killing people"
>>25618>medical conditions"No. She's just a bit of a drama queen."
>>25646"a jew with 1$ hahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha"
>>25648"Well, one dollar not invested in the banks or the illuminati"
>>25643Thez eyes sharpen. "So demons then." Draws her broom and unsheathes it. "Its a shame I don't have claws for this," then to Infernius and Torcuil, "When do we leave?"
>>25646"Definitely demons. Maybe not literally, but thats how Demons are. Laws are 'negotiable items', public opinion beats out decency and responsibility. That sound about right?"
>>25651"Actually, close enough. Lets go.
I'll summon gas with my meme magic."
>>25652Both look to Infernius, who (not as well as Tracy) is the only one who knows where to look.
>>25651"me need gas that there weakness."
So, where is Tracy right now?
>>25656Tracy is at the rapidly filling mess hall, which large portions of which are taking their seats and calming down after the commotion of Taylor's momentary distraction.
>>25653*i point it out on the map*
"which me faggot dont have handy"
>>25657What do the guys in the room look like?
Also, did the squirrel ever show up again?
>>25660Its all strength, determination, and form. Its an almost entirely military civilization, and all present are either military or elected by. Everyone's armed (though not aggressively so), and aside from glances (especially toward Tracy, who is the only Poner - let alone non-human - in the room) everyone is operating quite dignified and decorously.
>>25661Not yet
>>25661This. I need to talk to him. About his weapon.
>>25664Loosely
>>25663Uhm, by that you mean,....
"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up."
>>25668HA! You'll have a better chance at getting at his nuts! (double-entendre intended)
>>25659>>25670"we can wait it most likely be a tough fight, me want best friend(thats not thez) with me."
>>25671Ill just be asking about how it functions and why a talking squirrel has one.
>>25673I too would like to know about both.
>>25673Good luck with that. I won't rule against it, but I will say "HIGHLY improbable"
As far as the Banquet is concerned, I'll leave it here until Trump returns. Sorry, but his contribution is the the next piece of the interaction.
Renquist appears to a scattering of applause, which he smiles and waves to, while venturing toward his seat. At the same time a "Huuuah!" can be heard from without, and a set of doors on one side of the hall burst open. Immediately inward stream scores of individuals (soldiers, the lot) who quickly and precisely assume seats. Renquist stands to address the proceedings. Men, please welcome the finest among us. He needs no introduction. The foremost of all Spartans," "Huuah!" "Baz, whom we serve beside." The crowd erupts in perfectly synchronized applause. It's like a perfectly-timed drumroll.
A door largely obstructed from sight opens and closes. Eyes follow what cannot be seen, and before long, the Bazookah Squirrel (still carrying his bazookah) hops up onto the table.
"Spartans. I am pleased to declare today a holiday." Cheers, flown hats, and excitement erupt from the soldiers and citizens present. The celebration continues for a moment, until Baz raises his wee hand, causing silence to descend like a wave. "Today marks a day which was once thought a distant dream. Many may have noticed an increased incursion of native and insidious groups, infringing on our lands." rumbles of agreement. "Many have noticed too that our resources are increasingly tight, brought on by those incursions and a variety of other issues that we have yet to determine. Gentlemen, I present to you this man, and those who venture with him. They have come to our gates with gifts the likes of which I have never dreamed." Murmuring increases until by his wee hand they quiet. "What is a Spartan's purpose!" "Sparintenar!" comes the reply.
"And what is the greatest threat to Sparintenar!"
"The emperor!"
He pauses, and looks around, then at Trump. Nodding before continuing he directs at Trump (all this in that squeaky voice) "Please, let us dispense with propriety. Trump, if you please," he says, taking a seat.
[Read more] >>25677The food hasn't been served yet
>>25678This is the Sparintenar banquet
>>25680"hey thez any of that turkey left?"
>>25682"What? Oh, yeah. Its in the mess area."
>muttering about demons intensifies >>25683"what me to bring you a plate?"
>>25684She looks at him, then forward, then back at him. "No. Yes. Maybe,... yes." she seems unsure, but she said yes twice.
>>25685i go to the mess area and fix 2 plates then come back."
>>25685>>25684Torc mumbles something about "fucking lovebirds"
GM did Torc detect the ranger?
>>25687Nothing in particular, just a sense of proximity.
T> Banana?
>>25688"Thanks Troll."
Torc takes the banana being offered
"Question. Do you notice anyone who shouldn't be here? I feel... watched"
>>25689Tr> "I haven't detected anyone out of the ordinary,... not that ordinary is 'ordinary' around here, why do you ask?"
>>25690"No reason, I guess it must be an after effect of the coma."
>>25676Trumpaladin looks out to the crowded groups with a smile
"Everyone. Ladies and gentleman of Sparintenar. The Emperor, Kefka, is dead."
He now produces the head of kefka from the bag and displays it for allot see, giving a moment of silence for the effect to sink in
"For years, he and his tarasque ruled the lands with mercilessness and sadism, exacting a painful tribute and destroying those who did not or could not pay, while killing at random. Or so he ruled, until he tried to attack Port Barry, which could not make a tribute payment after spending its reserves to rebuild from a demonic incursion. With the power of Football, my party and I killed him, and his tarasque too, in our Football stadium. His reign of tyranny is at an end."
Puts back down the head.
To be continued, but reactions first and I need to actually arrive at home
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[Read more] >>25691"Very well, let me know if you have any further questions."
Torc's dagger turns int a claymore, right? What enchantment is that? I want to make something similar.
>>25694Yeah, it does. What are you planning?
>>25695Exactly what it sounds like: a small tool that turns into a larger one on command.
>>25696That sass earned you a coupon
"1 free enchantments from Torcuil for $420.69"
>>257003.02 and then we'll talk
In the meantime, what kind of tool?
>>25692That was perfect.
Murmurs spread throughout the crowd, soldier and civilian alike speak in whispered and audible tones amongst one another. Smatterings of discussion and strategy, and what-not immediately spring up until, a squeaky voice (somehow) cuts through the increasing din.
"Behold. We do welcome Trump, Tracy and Taylor into our banquet hall. Some have heard, and for others this is a new revelation. I bid you leave, please eat all you can stomach. Today is a day we have planned for, but could never have seen realized. Today is the day that the shackles of Sparintenar come OFF!" A huge and deafening cheer raises from the soldiers and others assembled. Many scramble to their feet, eager to take in the literal food as well as to satisfy the sudden hunger that they felt. Renquist wanders over to Trump (both deliberately delaying him and party and showing unveiled appreciation. "Sir, you have come unto Sparintenar with a blessing. We've been planning to assault the emperor for
years and yet you've accomplished our designs right under our noses. I think, we may have alot to learn from you and yours."
A variety of individual cheers and jubilation bubble up from various pockets and patches of the assembled group, and everyone is in high spirits. Baz sits quietly at his seat, while all the soldiers, staff members, and assembled Spartans - military and non - take their fill of the ample (but not limitless) banquet that has been assembled, mess-hall style for ease and efficiency. As all the soldiers and lower-ranks resume their seats, the officers then likewise stand, and progress toward the food. At this time, staff otherwise unoccupied shuffle up to Trump and co (not that it's Trump and Co, but he's obviously the most iconic of the group) and indicate that it is their turn and place to serve themselves.
>>25697"Ma'am are you okay? Are you okay!",....
[Read more] >>25701I haven't decided yet (I hace a few planned, but I don't want to spoil). I'll probably need to make it first, which'll take weeks..
>>25701could you make me a cock ring that does that?
>>25704"Sorry, I don't do sex toys"
>>25708Did you read the idea about the brass prosthetic?
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