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“Fair enough,” Rob said. “You don’t have plans to go with anyone?”
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Lusk stood silent, watching as communications between the guild began to increase and more information and discussions of tactics began to spread around the restaurant. Lusk smiled. At last, the meeting was getting somewhere. He listened to Lita, about how she told that the appearance of an alliance could make things worse, and it was better to do it covertly. Another high-ranking DA member said a private alley network for evacuations could be possible. Great. Alleys were all around the city anyway, using them as a way to evacuate would mean more refugees could evacuate, faster. TUBA seemed to have information beyond what Lusk had expected, and it all seemed to be due to that future-seer of theirs. A powerful resource indeed, and Lusk made it in his notes to update the Ghostbloods’ knowledge on TUBA’s arsenal. The information was sparse, but it was new, and Lusk appreciates that. The talk of spren spying got him slightly nervous but the future-seer again relieved his worries. “So, to conclude,” Lusk said, as the center of discussion had begun to shift from tactics to who needed to be out on a leash and who was or wasn’t lying. “The DA will assist with evacuations, the Vortex must be shut down at highest priority as the future-seer said, and we must keep our alliance secret to misguide Lord Ajax. In fact, if their spren know about this meeting, it might even be in our best interests to pretend that it went terrible. Furthermore, we will need scouts in other cities to search for Ajax, and more researchers near the Vortex so we can learn how to shut it down in a non-destructive way.” He clapped his hands together. “Is that all?”
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“If you tell us to feed you,” Ian said. “You can’t complain if it’s dead or not.” He looked ahead. “And yes, it does seem like things make sense when you’re a zombie, but that doesn’t want to make me become one. Can the current zombies confirm what Striker has said?”
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“Well, you all claim about you’re so smart, don’t you?” Ian said. “So why don’t you hunt for your own food? You’re awfully picky for the undead. You want your food to be meat you want it to be alive, and threaten to throw a tantrum if he don’t hunt it for you.” Ian raised his sharpened stick, still keeping his distance. “What if we decide we don’t want to do that anymore? Every time we try to help you, from trying to get cow brains to trying to mention you to the farmer, it always ends up badly.”
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“He’s saying that the more zombies that get converted, the more that can be converted, since each zombie can convert one person.” Ian looked up to the zombies and raised his sharpened stick. “We want to help. We want peace. And call me stupid, but I want to remain human. I’d be willing to herd food for you if you agreed not to attack me. Together, we can make peace, and both of us can be happy.”
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“No, no no, here’s my suggestion,” Ian said. “We lynch them, but we use the zombies. So you guys get to eat them alive, we just vote that you do it to an inactive.”
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“If we lynch one of the song inactive humans,” Ian said. “Would that satisfy you?”
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“Oh, uh,” Rob looked to the ketchup, mustard and mayonnaise he held in his hands. “Just buying stuff to make lunch. I have a lot of roommates,” he shuffled his feet. Small talk, small talk; how did people pull it off so well? “So...” he started. “Are you going to prom?”
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Ian’s eyes widened and he scrambled away from the sudden surge in zombies, careful not to slip as the wind howled and rain flew down on him like bullets, trying to keep himself as far as possible a distance from them. There were only two plus sides to last night. One, Ian had learnt how to communicate with zombies. And two, he’d eaten corn. The rest, he’d have to say, were all cons. Meta Character had squashed their chances of alliancing with the farmers, the zombies had increased in number, and although he had learnt to talk to them, the GM had told him that they weren’t interested in listening. But he could try. “Zombies!” Ian said, putting his sharp stick away and putting his hands up, keeping his distance. The pelting rain and high winds soaked him. Due to his recently learnt skill he knew they could understand him, and he’d be able to understand a response. “What do you want? Maybe we can accomplish it without turning more people into zombies!”
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I ate my fruits and berries, as well as milk which was passed to me.
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Wait a second, what? CadCom got converted by the lynch, why would you try and say I did it?
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Lusk nodded. Finally, some strategic conversation. “I agree,” Lusk said. “These images are from mere hours ago, and while I agree that attempting to clean up the city may be a premature notion, I still think that together the guilds will be able to accomplish what needs to be done. “Take, for example, finding any higher ups or Lord Ajax himself. Ghostblood scouts are numerous and widespread but not nearly as much as we need. DA and TUBA assistance would also be very much valued in providing troops for exploration of the PlasmaCore building, to find any other clues regarding the operations there. “Assistance would also be appreciated in aforementioned scouts, Investiture scientists to study the Vortex, something I am sure the DA has in abundance, and more evacuation areas, as the Canton, Ghostbloods and TUBA have not yet fully evacuated the civilian population. As you can see, I fully agree it may be too early to try and clean up the city, however I and the Ghostbloods believe an allied guild force can accomplish more than individual guilds working in disharmony. “That was the purpose of the information, to not only show that the Ghostbloods are willing to try out an alliance and trust the other great guilds, but also to ensure everyone is on the same page about PlasmaCore.” Lusk had to say, out of all the three gods it seemed Mac was the most sensible. Wasn’t Mac the youngest god of the three? It made sense then, though Lusk could be wrong, he hadn’t brushed up his knowledge on Alleyverse celestial beings since grade school.
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Let it be known the DA has offered to destroy the city in their usual demeanor, but the other guilds have declined the offer, actually caring about of the subjects of the city, Lusk said in his internal monologue, but didn't think about repeating the phrase out loud. He'd already stretched his luck in a gamble that had paid off, no need to double dip. But still, Lusk had to keep in his notes that the gods were impossible to negotiate. So disconnected from the world. Sure, they may have created it, but was it anything more than an experiment, like you would observe a baking soda volcano. What did they know of friends, family? Perhaps when one had lived as long as them, empathy became a foreign concept. Where matters threatening the city could be solved with a simple 'Ctrl Alt Delete', where the only thing to get your attention to the issue at hand was an angry forty-one ear old man. "Listen," Lusk said. Now was not the time for anger. "We don't need a change of plan, because we already have a plan. We shut the Vortex down, because if you didn't notice already, it's a ticking time bomb that's about to destroy the city anyway. We take care of the remaining abominations, and we rebuild what has been destroyed. That's our plan. And all we ask for is assistance." He sighed and looked to Lita and Laurelai, the tiredness in his eyes showing. "Would you be willing to give it?"
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As Tels and Eve argued, Lena looked to Alask and quietly told him that it was his decision, that she would be up for it if he made the call. The call. Every time, every single time, it came to decision. Every event in history was shaped by hard choices. And every time someone had to make the call. make the call to stab a spike in the center of the universe, make the call to make humanity. Make the call to begin a guild, make the call to create a guild war, make a call to unleash the Phoenix. And this time, it was his decision. And Alask knew that no matter how hard he tried, he could never please everyone. What would Laonin do? Because Laonin was gone, but his legacy still stood, kind of. The man had just wanted to make the world a better place, and now what was Alask going to do? Laonin had spent what time he'd had in the city to fix it, and in one swoop the Phoenix could destroy it all. But, Alask wanted to protect the city. They had a secret weapon, and if they used it correctly, it could take out the PlasmaCore building, and nothing more. Easier said than done, but everything was like that, wasn't it? From thievery to heroics, everything seemed impossible until it was done. And Alask, and the rest of the Forge here, they could show the world, that the little guys could do something, that the guilds didn't rule the world and they certainly didn't rule the city. Time ticked by and Alask sighed. "Let's do it," he said, turning to Lena, then standing up and addressing the rest of the Forge, nervous. "We're doing it. The other people who summoned the Phoenix, they did it by accident, hadn't researched. We," Alask held up the documents and took a deep breath. "Have the information, we know what to do, and we can show the guilds that we can do things too, we won't stand around while they dawdle." He glanced apologetically to Eve, the only one who'd voiced against it. "It may seem like it'll do more harm than good, but this time its different. We can do this." @Sorana @Silva @Truthless of Shinovar @Turtle373
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Rob nodded. “Fair enough.” He thought about what to say, then shook his head, looking apologetically at Ashlyn. “Sorry, I’m not really used to being greeted out of the blue like that. So, do you usually greet people you recognise?”
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The surprise flittered away and Brillin took the glass back as she nudged it towards him, downing it all in one go. He was too craving of a drink to care who’d had it previous. His mind grew hazy again, and the Soothing seemed to have a stronger impact, making him more confident. “Well, I really rusting doubt that, but, but...” he paused. “But because I, well, the other people who look at them usually run away, because I’ll eat them, they think.” It was getting harder to string sentences along with each drink. “But rust them, right? Sure, my eyes, my great eyes, eyes that people run away from, yes, great.”
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“Oh, uh, Robert,” he said. Ashlyn seemed to smile a lot, and going up to him just to say hi? While it was odd by Rob’s standards, it still seemed nice of her. “Though you can just call me Rob,” he said. Looking around he shrugged. “What brings you here? Usually people like us don’t go to the grocers on weekends just for fun.”
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All seemed to be going well until Voidus dropped his eyebrow and Lusk felt chills as the god stared into him, eyes like they were hemalurgic spikes themselves, piercing into his soul. When he finally let out a small smile, Lusk tried his best to return it, slowly exhaling. “You know I think I might like you,” Voidus said. That’s a first, Lusk thought, but didn’t say anything as Voidus continued. Of course, Lusk already knew the details about how and why Voidus was trapped, the Ghostbloods had done substantial research in the area. However, the mention of ‘let everything out with it’ seemed to confirm the theory that there was some creature or creatures with him in it. So far, their only evidence of that had been one witness, all the way back at the Seven Day War. “Agreed,” Lusk said in response to TUBA’s statement. “Although there’s no doubt the DA have the resources to take care of this, we have chosen to give our information on the Vortex because we want the most efficient solution that does not involve more collateral damage than it has to. We all care for the city, but the only way to remove PlasmaCore the fastest without levelling every other building in the process is to work together, and part of that is sharing information, and...” He stopped. How much were the Ghostbloods ready to team up? They had already given valuable information and had sent evacuation vehicles to districts that didn’t concern them, but were they ready to go all in? “...And resources.” He looked to the TUBA representative. “I believe you had some information to share?” @AonEne
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Rob picked up the condiments and was taken by surprise when a girl addressed him, though he tried not to let it show on his face. “Oh, hi, uh, Ashlyn. Good to meet you.” Rob was confused whether this Ashlyn girl wanted something from him, usually nobody greeted Rob out of the blue like that. “Did you... want something? Or...”
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Even in his drunkenness Brillin was taken aback, and it showed on his face. He looked as Nerin took his whiskey and he frowned deeply, picking up his tea and drinking from it. But he poured too much tea down his throat too quickly and he slightly burned the inside of his mouth. “Ow, no I didn’t,” he responded, staring deeply into the tea. “Nobody says that to me,”
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Got it. Anyway, as much as I would like to RP my way through this game I feel it would be better to organise my thoughts if I don’t for now. Now, we have three zombies. It seems Fifth’s zombie can talk? Maybe this is a special role thing, or am I understanding that any zombie can talk and it is up to the player’s discretion what ‘zombie-like RP’ is? Regardless, my action to distribute berries and fruits was successful. I did get a sharp throwing rock and a bit of milk, which was enough to satiate my hunger. I tried to how to communicate with the zombies, but it said that Lum went into a blood frenzy before that could happen, which I assume was their attack. So, each zombie has a conversion attack? Anyway, the answer’s obviously that we don’t lynch anymore zombies, which means we should probably work with them. Can zombies make the same type of actions we can (open ended)? Because if so, that’s great, because it seems the only way to win will be to work with the zombies. For some reason I feel that winning might lie with outing the ‘original’ zombie, or the one that converted Lum, and that these other zombies are bait. In the write up it showed the original zombie can speak eloquently, which maybe says that they are among us? Anyway, despite knowledge that Fifth’s zombie can speak, I’m still going to use my actions to 1. Try to learn how to communicate with zombies, 2. Walk towards the farmhouse 3. Lay down my weapon and try to negotiate peace with the farmhouse man, asking for food
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Wouldn’t any type of Nahel Bond, even a ‘proto-Nahel’ bond as you out it, require the animal to say some sort of oaths? I think it would be safer to simply call it symbiosis. -
Ian grumbled in a way that somehow only Ian could. “Alright, I guess so. I’ll change my third action then, buy for those people collecting brains, I don’t think that is pointless. When the next zombie cones around, we can use the brain a to coerce them into doing things such as help or talk to us.”
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“Exactly,” Ian said. “There is no point in trying to communicate with the zombies, to try and see what the message ‘WE WANT PEACE, NOT SUBJUGATION’ means if people are just going to bandwagon on the zombie. Why do people that lynching the zombie is the most effective way of carrying things out? If this continues we might have to suggest a counter-lynch.” “In fact, if anything, the actions of Rath, Sart and Ark seem to be something close to an elim hammer, perhaps trying to to bar us from more information.”
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