That Bitch stares at Trump thoughtfully and appraisingly. At several moments she begins to speak, but then stops. Trump isn't sure if she's having difficulty formulating the words/response, or is unsure how to respond at all. At last, she appears to make some sort of mental connection, and her face brightens. She punches in her ID for a few moments, and turns back to Trump.
"You can have both," she says. "At first I was having trouble recalling this collection of knives, but then I remembered the meme that was shared," she says, holding up her ID to show them.
This thread continues the continuing RP thread that has been continuing - essentially every weekend (and much throughout the week) - and now continues. Playersfaggots are welcome to join, and shitposting/bantz - within reason - is open to faggots and spectators. It's D&D 3.5e+ rules (+ = whatever else we throw in), and since there's so many previous threads with far more effective OP descriptions I'll just get back to it.
Looking at the ID, Trump and Tracy can see a still image of a uniformed individual holding Tracy's Efficient Quiver, with a perplexed look on his face, facing the camera man. Pushing the screen, the image plays and displays the man slowly turning the quiver over and a broom closet full of assorted knives, daggers, kunai, and other assorted blades falls out onto the ground, along with a few pieces of ridiculously elaborate jewelry. As the last of the knives falls out on the floor in a pile about 8' around at the base and 3-1/2' tall, the uniformed man looks back at the camera and says, "What the fuck," before the video stops.
Did I mention that Trump is disguised as an Orangutan (a fashionable one named Clyde), and Tracy as a monster truck?
Meanwhile, Torcuil has been on an enjoyable impromptu date with Death, and has had a delightful time of it all. She's much less intimidating in a hoodie and sweat pants,... and without the skull-face (which is really just a mask that goes with the cloak) she's a pretty down to earth chick,... who goes around and collects the souls of the dead vocationally. They walk together through town after a lovely meal, returning to Trump Tower.
Stix and Snek are likewise returning to the Tower, having located Stix' prized dagger from the previous encounter/scrimmage with Thez.
Elsewhere, an adorable filly adds more sticks to her bundle. A statue of Alex Jones sits in the tower, looking very sad. A Yak is busy putting the Gestapo and the Generals through some martial training drills. Thez however,....
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>>61824Tracy gives Brad the Goat of Traveling before he leaves.
>>61824I suppose when one doesn't already know the guy is "the guy" its not as intuitive a connection to make. At the same time, it would have been out of character/context for it to have been more obvious, as the guy would naturally be situation to try and be as subtle as possible in their operation.
>next timeWell, this way you've gotten to see his face
>>61824One of the best uses of Intimidate is that it can be used to estimate an NPC's character level, since if you have more than 10 ranks, only high-level targets will be unaffected.
Sorry for not showing yesterday btw...
>>61828Don't be, my own plans got railroaded
>personal boundaries intensify >>61616Death sounds like a really chill character. 10/10 would hang out with.
>>61826Well fuck no he's not leaving then. That's a terrible sign
>>61832No, I don't want the unambiguous meaning of "I will not be seeing you again for the indefinite future"
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>>61833I expected the sky to fall after everyone else go there.
>>61834Tracy wouldn't know of expect that, and the purpose of splitting up was to hopefully prevent the sky from falling by being fast enough
That Bitch is visibly shocked by what she's seen, and begins furiously typing on her ID. "What the hell is going on here?" she says finally, striding between them and opening the first door, and then one beyond it (as the first just leads to the booth the guy just occupied). Beyond the second door is a hallway with a series of doors, arranged alphabetically (as indicated by a sign on each door). At the very end is a room labelled "Miscellaneous".
"When something happens during the application process, such that the applicant isn't issued an ID," she says, glancing at Tracy, "their equipment is kept in this room, since it can't be associated in our accounting system."
>>61836Trumpaladin's faggot goes to class
>>61838Don't worry, I'm just giving details and stimuli for later.
>>61835Last time she left him alone, he went ahead and called Fae, so she figured he needed transport.
>>61836Tracy's next step would be to go look at any box labeled "T. Sentry"; when we he time, that is.
>>61836"Who else has access to what's kept in this facility?" Tracy asks curiously
>>61841She won't have to look hard, there's an entire shelf dedicated to her knives.
"Aside from the attendant, just the Administration," she says through gritted teeth.
>>61844Tracy immediately inspects the self to examine her collection of blades, bearing a diligent and almost nervous expression.
She takes a few minutes to check if everything is there.
>>61845*Whips out monocle, oil and cleaning cloth*
Are they all there?
>>61846Tracy has the monocle? I though Bones did,....
>>61847Not until I just decided.
It's just a mundane prop I used to imply Tracy's diligence in the school of cutlery, as she painstakingly appraises each blade and examines each one for possible damage. You know that magnifying glass thing a jeweler uses?
>>61848It doesn't matter anyway. Point is that she's looking very, very closely at each one of her beloved knives.
>>61849Just curious. As That Bitch looks around the room to assess the situation, Tracy intently analyzes the shelf. Laid out neatly on the layered shelf are her knives, beginning with her extensive selection of enchanted (c/o Thez) kunai, her ridiculous assortment of kitchen knives and blades, her trio of funky-fresh daggers (Shifter's Blade, Defense, and I forget the other one), and there gleaming on the top shelf - placed almost reverently so that GM could make a dramatic description like something out of a movie - Tracy at last is reunited with Dark and Edgy.
>>61851
You don't have to do it right now,....
>>61850>pic for referenceAs her eyes drift towards the display, Tracy freezes for a couple moments in fascination, as a look of relief washes over her. She lets out a subtle gasp, as if a piece of her that had been missing up until this point had suddenly been restored. As she rises to her hind legs, she almost appears visibly lighter, and if anyone had been looking, they'd notice her pale sickly blue coat seemed brighter than usual, shining bright against the flow of her silvery, un-cut mane. A toothy, shark-like grin spreads across her snoot as she reaches out to grab long time her favorite stabbing-utensils: The
Shitposters.
>>61853Trumpaladin looks at Tracy with a hint of impatience. He says, with mild irritation in his voice:
"Are you ready to go pony? Infernius waits"
>>61854"J-just a moment..!" Tracy says, clearly distracted by the reunion of her knives
She begins to slip each blade into her knife-cozy, humming to herself as she goes.
Meanwhile Infernius is very much in the shit. Ever since first being rendered unconscious he has been plagued and tormented by horrible visions and terrible ideas. While he realizes to some level of his consciousness that he is not conscious, he cannot break the grip of the images he is assaulted with. Visions of dismemberment, desolation, and losses of all kinds - most particularly haunting visions of Thez - assail him continually. As his psyche begins to falter, as he begins to succumb to the sensation of endless despair that tears into him ceaselessly, a thin voice pierces his into his mind, momentarily disrupting his perpetual nightmare.
"I'nis, I'm coming! Fight!"
>>61855Tracy takes a few more minutes ensuring that all of her knives are in fact there, and makes a motion to cut her hair.
>>61856"F- ight? What is fight?"
>>61859"Wake?.... up? Not real?"
>>61858*6 gorillion tiny (((hands))) grab at Infernius begin to drag him towards a deep black hole*
"Oy vey, goyim! You'll be here with us for a
long time..."
keep fighting >>61861"REEEEEEEEEEEE FUCK OF KIKES!!"
*Bites, punches, kicks, gores*
>>61853Gib your saddest/most pitiful Tracy image
>>61864Is there a non animated version of this that's lighter?
I don't have the energy to flip through the whole folder rn.
>>61869Eh, I can work with it. Thanks
>>61857"By all means, take your time. It's not like Infernius was my only friend or anything. It's not like we're holding anything up. Do your chores. Pick out some clothing and get your hooves done while you're at it."
Trumpaladin says that last bit with a little disgust, makes a hand gesture then crosses his arms, and looks over to the Lady
>>61874Her knives are very important to her.
Infernius struggles against the phantom images that torment his unconscious mind, bolstered by sudden images of himself splattered with commie blood. Tracy is feeling whole again for the first time in months, having her broom-closet collection of knives and blades back where they belong. At the same time the airship is arriving overhead just outside Cardashil, bearing Torcuil, Stix, Snek, and of course Thez, who is perched at the bow of the ship, looking down.
"I can't teleport in, I don't know any of the surroundings. But, I can tell this much,... he's that way," she says, pointing downward. The perimeter drones continue their patrol along the rim of the wall.
>>61877*thrashes in dream and trys to in game*
>>61878As Infernius thrashes in the dream, he begins to lingeringly become aware of sensations. His arms and legs begin to respond to his state, and he can start to feel things all around him. He bumps and tears and punches and grabs and flings.
"Any ideas? I could get us all in with Etherealness, assuming everyone can hang on, but we'd be going in blind," Thez says to Torcuil and Stix, "and depending on what we find, we can expect to have to fight our way out," she says pulling out her staff, her folding saw, and her really ugly stick.
>>61879*lets out a PRIMAL Reeeeee*
>>61871That Bitch puts her ear to the ID and addresses someone. "I want a full investigation! Cardashil has been infiltrated! ... No, someone totally different. ... It could very well be the ones from the museum ... I don't know, but he used a advanced spell to escape. ... Yes, do it." she finished, and turns to Trump. "I hope I can count on you to avoid commenting about this scene to anyone. Now then, you wanted a steak," she says, clearly taking no amusement from the cheeky pun.
>>61882"Of course. Lead the way, if you would"
>>61876>>61871"Alright, alright. I got what I came for. Let's grab our cow and go."
Tracy waits for a more accommodating time to cut her mane, and prepares for the mission to find the missing bull.
>>61885"Better. And don't get your tail cut to look like a stallion.... ah whatever. Nevermind"
>>61880*bubblegum fills his mouth, and his reee-ing inflates a gigantic hot air balloon that lifts him up and haphazardly dangles him over the hellscape*
>>61881*limbs turn into spaghetti*
>>61886Tracy doesn't pay very much attention to her tail, although it is rather poofy on its own. It's actually like Rainbow Dash's, only one color.
>>61882Tracy makes a zipping motion across her face indicating that her lips are sealed.
That Bitch leads Trump and Tracy back in the direction of the gates. As she walks, she says, "I've been thinking about your offer Mr. Trump, and I think that we might be able to make a deal after all. The truth is, while Cardashil has a good relationship with the Emperor, it is the Court that is an issue to us,"
>>61891"I sort of got the impression when Kefka came to me that he feels much the same. How are they bothering you?"
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>>61891Tracy follows.
Are there any other people nearby in the area?
>>61892"Its not what they're doing, its the threat of what they could do that is the problem," she says as they arrive at the gate, keying in to activate the gate. Through the portal, Trump and Tracy can see a large set of double-doors with wide red diagonal stripes crossing the doors. Next to the door is an oversized chute, of almost the same size.
Meanwhile Thez crosses her arms over her chest. "Do we have any other options?" she then turns and looks at Torcuil, "I don't suppose you might have any spells for a situation like this?"
>>61893Nope, Its just the gate, the large set of double-doors, and the chute.
[1d20+27 = 43]>>61894Sense Motive Check on the Lady for the gates and the proposal
[1d20+22 = 35]>>61894Tracy narrows her eyes at the doors.
Rolling Search to examine both the doors and chute
>>61894"I'm frankly surprised they did not take action in that period Kefka was... out of action. What might they do?"
>>61896I get the proposal check, but the gates? You mean the double doors? That seems silly desu.
>>61897They're flush, sealed tight (like, they don't vibrate or rattle or indicate anything but complete security.
>>61898"Out of action? Oh I seriously doubt that. What, did you think you had killed him? I heard rumors, quite funny that," she says derisively (at the rumors, not Trump). "Your friend was taken in through there," she says pointing at the chute. "He will be difficult to find."
>>61899It's to test to see if she is walking him into an incernator
Trumpaladin walks through the doors and looks around for anything that looks like human remains, or any of Infernius's belongings
"So... I'm guessing you want a member or more of the Court eliminated?"
>>61900"Not so much. I want their presence eliminated from Cardashil."
>>61901"I see. That I may be able to help you with. How would I go about doing that?"
>>61899Tracy slowly approaches the doors, examining them further.
>>61901*assassin ears perk*
"How many do you have on site?"
>>61903"Just look for the corpse, pony"
>>61902She nods toward the door. "You're looking at it."
>>61903"You'll see."
>>61904Tracy sniffs around, looking for any traces of delicious BBQ.
>>61905"They are through that door?"
>>61905*ears droop a bit*
"... okay.." she says, clearly not very enthusiastic about the surprise
>>61907*walks up to doors*
*turns around*
*kicks them open with a powerful earth-pony buck*
>>61908"Hold on a sec, I'll open the door, but not until I'm clear of here," she says, stepping back toward the gate. "Normally we just use the chute for disposal, its rare that we ever open those doors, and when we do we do it remotely."
>>61909Trumpaladin waits by and watches expectantly
>>61909Tracy cautiously waits around the corner.
>>61911There is no corner. Its a square room with high ceilings, about 20'x20'. The double doors are central on one wall, directly opposite the gate.
Meanwhile, Thez sighs. "I guess not," she looks at Snek, Stix, and Torcuil. "Well, Snek could wrap around my torso, Stix could sit on my shoulders,... but I don't know about Torcuil."
>>61913Okay then.
In plain sight, Tracy waits to see whatever lays beyond the door.
Infernius, letting out a blood-curdling REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, snaps to consciousness. He's lying on the ground, in a very dark room, surrounded by wet and misshapen forms. He can hear movement all around, though not immediately.
>>61913>The room is tinyGood, he's not
too handycapped by the fact that Fae is not there, although he wishes he had Fae
[1d20+24 = 30]>>61916Rolling to Hide behind Brad.
[1d20+20 = 29]>>61916Trumpaladin pulls out Vanderiem, and replaces the Ring of fire resistance with his ring shield. He assumes a Heroic posture
>>61917Rolling to pet small furry animal
>>61916Speaking of whom, there's a good chance that Fae noticed the airship,....
>>61913“Can the magician conjure some spell to aid us in that regard?”
>>61920I thought of that earlier
>>61918Struggling to his knees, Infernius finds that he's very weak (he's at 1 hp dude, he's only JUST regenerated enough to wake up) and not moving very well. Plus, the ground is slick with a viscous fluid I'm sure you could probably guess the nature of.
>>61922"I sure hope so, but I don't know what all he's capable of,... aside from swarms of frogs and pillars of flame (which would not help)."
She stops for a moment and looks toward the diagonal she had indicated. "He's awake!"
>>61913"I can cast fly you know"
>>61924Turns to Torc.
“Hey, you got a flying spell so you can just grab on, or can you shrink? Something like that?”
>>61924As long as its not semen its fine.