Through the Living Heir

“Like me… hmm. What kind of tail? Did he also have wings?”

“Your companion?”

“Never mind. What happened that made you teleport last time?” The fabric is rough and somewhat squishy, but hardens when you push on it, like oobleck.

"I guarantee what I just did to my sleeve makes it stronger than any armor you've ever seen." he holds up his other arm. "This sleeve, on the other hand, is relatively easy to cut through. Whatever put me in that coma either caught me by surprise or used several different attacks. You could burn through my enhanced sleeve here, and you could cut through a burn-proof one. I could layer the two, but if the flame resistant layer was cut through, the cut resistant layer could be set on fire, or vice versa. It's really hard to make things invincible, but I can make my suit resist one thing easily."

Nick sighs. "You just said you thought it was magic. It's just advanced technology." he wraps his left arm in some solar mat, then goes back to rolling it up. Around thirty seconds later, the arm has absorbed the excess biofabric. "Here, try to cut through the fabric on my arm." he says, holding it up.

"You know what? It's probably fine if you just think about it as magic." he puts his glasses back on. "Just know that my clothes can grow pretty much whatever I want, and my glasses can sorta think and record and display audio and video. I mostly know how it works, and so does SIMON, so there shouldn't be any reason for you to need to mess with it." He bends down and picks up some of the solar mat, folding it over. "I'll keep the presentation. If I can get through the safeguards, I'll be able to create more suits, and trust me, they'll keep you a lot safer than those clothes. But you'll definitely want to know how they work before you put them on. I would, at least."

"You got here first, unless I was unconscious in the jungle. And anyway, our ships can go fast, but I think you'd know if you were in one." Nick takes his glasses off, and hands them to Aki. "SIMON made a presentation to explain how this works. Apparently I'm not very convincing."

"We're teleporting around and nobody told me? Do you have any idea how groundbreaking that is? It's not quite to the level of rocks-of-making-entropy-cry-in-a-corner, but it's close, and I'm encouraged to mess with it!"

"I was thinking we could walk back to the jungle you were talking about, so I can make everyone some food. Which way is it?"

Hi everybody! I'd been writing a story, but my writing had stagnated. I had an interesting setting and conflict, but no ideas for characters or a resolution. After letting the story sit for a while, I had an idea; turn it to an RP! The premise of the world is that alchemy and related disproved theories (aether, four humors, spontaneous generation, ect.) are true. As I attempted to compile this worldbuilding, I kept coming up with more ideas. My in-depth notes will be in a compressible quote box at the bottom of post (it's not really that important for non-alchemist characters). The dawn of the second industrial revolution, the world is changing fast. All four pure elements have been refined, allowing new technologies. Plastic has been invented, allowing a more flexible counterpart to the newly invented alchemy-produced metals. Cars, airships, trains, and skyscrapers are made possible by alchemical means, as well as telegrams, improved firearms, and superior manufacturing lines. Not all is known, however. Reports of strange phenomena, typically discredited, abound. Confused, large animals appear where they have no purpose being; even humans with no clothes and no memory have been found wandering around in factories or wilderness. (People can play someone who appeared somewhere, if they want. If people want to help with other plot-related things, PM me.) Generally, alchemy and chemistry give the same results, through different methods. In fact, some prominent alchemists believed in chemistry. The same technologies and world mechanics, in most cases, are present in this world as in the real one, but the paralleled versions operate through alchemy: (Disclaimer: nearly everything I'm about to say is disproved pseudoscience. It's real in the world we're making up, but not in the real world.) There's no actual magic that can be performed, just strange chemistry, but alchemist characters and alchemy powered technological devices can perform incredible feats. There are also mysteries to be discovered, and perhaps *gasp* a plot. Either way, your characters can likely make a difference in this strange but familiar world. (I could probably use another GM or two, preferably one on a different time zone.) Character sheet: Feel free to have your characters know each other. The one piece of lore I didn't come up with is where the RP takes place. I'll crowdsource a city for the RP to start in: feel free to state ideas. Complicated alchemy chemistry here: A preemptive thanks for people signing up! -Dragonheir

"Surprisingly little," says Nick. He's standing in the center of the solar collector he'd grown, and he's no longer wearing the hood. He has short brown hair, tanned skin except where the gash on his face had been, and has now-intact glasses. "You're right, SIMON- I forgot. The Viking guy - nobody every told me his name, or yours for that matter - tried to perform an exorcism on me, which almost killed me. Apparently my suit's electricity counts as a 'demon', so it ran out of power and stopped circulating my air. I'm fine now, though."

Evaporation

This says it all. (Anyone found weird quotes from me?)

Nick takes the glasses and puts them back on, somehow pulling another half a frame from the remnants of the hood, which is being absorbed by the back suit. He fits the frame to the glasses, sticking it to the broken nose piece, then puts them back on. “I’ll be ready to travel in a few minutes, I just have to reclaim this whole mat-thing. Let’s see if we can get back to that jungle you were talking about.” @Ancient Elantrian @J. Magi @The Stormfather

“Ok. Hand me back to Nick, I guess. I’ll need to clear my plan to clean up the solar collector.” A line graphic of the circular area receding into Nick’s suit and the fan things flashes plays on the glasses.

Histamine shots (I have no allergies. But my family in total has many)

Numerous allergies of family members.

Coming down from the moon, I launch more tarantula torpedoes from my snail spaceship.

I did. Did it work? Also I’ll recommend this RP to anyone who actually reads this thread without getting tagged. I think we need a few more players.

Hey Elan, what happened to Kaleb? You’ve been on all day, but haven’t responded. (also you lose the game)

This is a fun idea. Depending upon how much control you have over gold shadows, you could look for something like “what if I decided to tap all my copperminds”, then store those memories, duplicating the storage. You could go to a library, roll a dice to pick what book you read and store, then burn a bunch of gold for memories of all the books. Only issue is that it might go through lots of gold at once. Now I really want to see someone make a choose your own adventure fan fiction with a gold burner, who can see other story paths.

He laughs. "I guess I am kinda scary out of context. You can't read in English, right?" The text is wiped away. "Do you want me to do anything? I can usually predict what Nick will do, but this time I don't know what he's thinking." @Ancient Elantrian, you’ve been online, but seem to have missed this. (Or you’re procrastinating your procrastination, which is relatable) @Ancient Elantrian, you’ve been re-rementioned.

He has to hold them on, because they’re missing their left side. A voice, recognizable as SIMON, speaks in his ear, “Hello. As you have been told, I am SIMON, the so-call demon you attempted to banish. I don’t really know how I would prove I’m not a demon, but I can show you how I function for Nick. Actually, define demon. I might count, but I’m helpful, not malicious.” Text of the screen mirrors what SIMON is saying. (Not sure if Kaleb can read or not.)

“I guess you can call SIMON a man-made math demon if you want… but he’s not ‘possessing’ me, his computer is in what’s left of my glasses.” Nick puts his hand to the right side of his face, on the clear eye covering, and peels off the mask and hood, revealing his short brown hair. Evidently he doesn’t always wear the suit, because there is a visible lack of tan where the gash on his face had been. The remaining half of his glasses falls off his nose, but Nick is ready for that, and catches it. He hands the glasses to Kaleb. “Here’s the glasses. They project lines onto the lenses so you can see things SIMON shows to you.”

“Why would you think I was possessed? It’s not like I do anything strange- yes SIMON, I know my clothes are alive and a voice nobody else can hear gives me advice. I guess when I put it that way, it does sound like I’m possessed. I’ll explain.” While he talks, Nick’s suit slowly regains control over the spread of plant life around him. “Where I’m from, it’s been millennia since we used the techniques you seem to use to manufacture things. The interesting thing about science is that the more you know, the easier it is to learn more things. Anyway, we made some machines that can do math. The interesting thing is, you can represent pretty much anything with math, so we could create machines that can predict or show pretty much anything. If you give every word a number, the machines, which are called computers, can do math to guess which word someone would say next. If they do that based on what they pick, the computers can create entire paragraphs that seem like they were written or said by a human. SIMON was created to help me. He controls my suit, and gives me advice and information. I’ve got his volume turned down, but he could talk to you. Say hi, SIMON.” SIMON comes on Nick’s speaker, and deadpans, “Hi, SIMON.” Nick laughs slightly, and continues. “The suit itself is a little more confusing, essentially, SIMON overwrites the instructions that make plants grow the way they do with what I want them to do. The suit, because it’s designed to help me survive on other planets, cycles and refreshes not only nutrients, but also air. This means that when you somehow turned it off, I was inside a small air tight bubble, with no way to breathe.” He shudders. “Which, as you can probably imagine, is not pleasant. Next time, before you exorcise someone, make sure you don’t take the thing that’s keeping them alive while you do it.”