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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>>61824
I 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 time
Well, this way you've gotten to see his face
I 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 time
Well, this way you've gotten to see his face
>>61824
One 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...
One 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...
>>61832
No, I don't want the unambiguous meaning of "I will not be seeing you again for the indefinite future"
\r
No, I don't want the unambiguous meaning of "I will not be seeing you again for the indefinite future"
\r
>>61834
Tracy wouldn't know of expect that, and the purpose of splitting up was to hopefully prevent the sky from falling by being fast enough
Tracy 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."
"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."
>>61835
Last time she left him alone, he went ahead and called Fae, so she figured he needed transport.
Last time she left him alone, he went ahead and called Fae, so she figured he needed transport.
>>61836
Tracy's next step would be to go look at any box labeled "T. Sentry"; when we he time, that is.
Tracy's next step would be to go look at any box labeled "T. Sentry"; when we he time, that is.
>>61841
She 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.
She 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.
>>61844
Tracy 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.
Tracy 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.
>>61847
Not 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?
Not 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?
>>61848
It doesn't matter anyway. Point is that she's looking very, very closely at each one of her beloved knives.
It doesn't matter anyway. Point is that she's looking very, very closely at each one of her beloved knives.
>>61849
Just 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.
Just 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,....
You don't have to do it right now,....
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>>61850
>pic for reference
As 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.
>pic for reference
As 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.
>>61853
Trumpaladin looks at Tracy with a hint of impatience. He says, with mild irritation in his voice:
"Are you ready to go pony? Infernius waits"
Trumpaladin 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.
"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!"
"I'nis, I'm coming! Fight!"
>>61855
Tracy takes a few more minutes ensuring that all of her knives are in fact there, and makes a motion to cut her hair.
Tracy takes a few more minutes ensuring that all of her knives are in fact there, and makes a motion to cut her hair.
>>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
*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
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I don't have the energy to flip through the whole folder rn.
>>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
"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
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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.
"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.
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