Through the Living Heir
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Dr. Warren eats her own food as she watches the two interact. It seemed their trusts were earned with time, which was unfortunate for both the science and the diplomacy. The engineer returns the gesture. “Dr. Warren is responsible for this… Wait please, I do not know. My name is Dr. -“ the alien says a mildly unpronounceable word I don’t want to canonize or attempt to spell “-and I am the head engineer for this research facility. For you, I can answer questions and have them.”
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Cole shuffles around the things, trying to figure out what they are and which ones quality as wind. He draws shapes with the materials, sheltering the images in a pocket of still air behind his plank contraption. -
Cole looks at the air around him with the new powers, testing them out.
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The Longest Thread (Misadventures)
Through the Living Heir replied to ElephantEarwax's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Template hides in the hole they dug, still a nautilus-dolphin thing. They keep digging downward, ignoring the static-filled telepathic conversation. The Render keeps building more things in the Endless Plain. In addition to the odd constructions, it has made several tall structures, and ditches and walls that write out: I AM HERE. Kion is pretty conclusively stalled, plot wise. He’ll return when the relevant Authors do. Rebus, though, is more active than any of them. He sharpens, almost coming into focus, and builds hives-minded duplicates so he can do everything he needs to. Quietly removing the hidden drone, he enters the court through legal means, and proposes a motion for the fate of the two Plotblades: that they be broken into less threatening fragments and safeguarded by many different people and organizations. Assuming there is no dramatic heist or prophecy fulfillment, of course. His Author somehow manages to get fulfillment autocorrected to gorilla, but unfortunately decided to fix it. A Rebus clone sets out for Onyx’s Realm, setting up a nanomachine cache with a “mundane” teleporter on a conveniently uninhabited moon. Thus prepared, he reaches out to the relevant Author so the destiny-thread-tugging or perhaps teleporter-beacon-giving can begin. @xinoehp512 A Rebus clone reads a book while playing multiple idle games. “We can’t all be productive, can we? The other me-s would probably go crazy if it weren’t for other things to do,” he comments for any Narrators that might be watching. Another Rebus is doing productive research; reading about nanotechnology and literary tropes. He smirks at his Author, who wishes he could have such topics qualify as practical. Both the Author and the semi-autonomous creation are waiting for Ryss, so they can hear, for different reasons, the story of how @Ancient Elantrian was usurped. The final Rebus clone - for now - sets up a small atmospheric force field dome on the moon which is quickly being devoured by nanomachines. He gives it a floor of non-ravenous ones, then sends out an invitation (with free teleportation there and back) to any who would desire futuristic gadgets or interesting conversations. -
Break a magic system
Through the Living Heir replied to Through the Living Heir's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
For @SpiritOfWrath, I’d get a vacuum chamber with a small magnet, and swallow it to actually start the antimatter generation. Then, I genetically modify a fungus to require acidic conditions to grow, and to survive high heat produced by an antimatter-matter explosion. The fungus should be able to get energy out of the antimatter, and I could get energy out of it. I’d eventually explode or get consumed by the fungus, but before then I’d never need to eat and would be violating thermodynamics. Maybe, if my dead body still counted, it would continue to do so until I was conclusively annihilated. As for @The Aspiring Archivist, I could probably train my jumps when they wouldn’t go high, allowing me to grow more and thus when I was normal or enhanced, perform better. You control the surface tension of liquids you can see. It doesn’t all have to be the same, but if you can’t see it, you can’t control that part of it. -
“Interesting. How much could that hurt Fear? That’s probably why he didn’t want any pie. Of course, I don’t have any anyway.” Cole accelerates, funneling wind out of the way of his contraption and at him.
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Happy birthday! Thank you for being here and theorizing!
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Cole smiles, temporarily touching down. He tears parts of his cloak to shreds, binding the planks together, then takes off hanging from the contraption. “I don’t know how physical Fear is, but getting hit by these should hurt.”
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"That makes sense. How shall we make Fear afraid?" Cole gathers up some mostly intact planks, lifting them off the ground as he flies along. Blood quickly begins to drip off of him, but he arranges them so most of the wind is funneled back to him, restoring his life force.
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Break a magic system
Through the Living Heir replied to Through the Living Heir's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Tap myself. I get unflinching determination. Do the same for my allies. Depending upon what benevolent means in this context, I might be able to learn a martial art that makes the tapping of my enemies easier, then at least get them to stand down. You can make things immobile with respect to your reference frame, as long as you continue touching them. -
"Does making a servant cause vulnerability? Or is Fear worried about betrayal?" Cole swoops down, still searching for a bakery. Or anything, really.
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Dr. Warren takes notice and quietly starts production for more. It isn't real peanuts, of course.
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Cole smiles and does a barrel roll. "I fully plan to. This is paranoia versus unpredictability, and I think I know which way it will go. Do any of you have things I might want to know?" He tries to put his new vision to use searching for a bakery.
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"I guess I'll go fight the most paranoid being in the universe, on his own terms, nearly alone." He flies off to do just that.
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"I've heard of it, but never been. Should I head straight there, or shall we bring the other Servants?"
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@SpiritOfWrath Cole flies higher and higher. “Where did you say Fear might be?”
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Cole flies upwards. “I’m ready, I think.”
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Break a magic system
Through the Living Heir replied to Through the Living Heir's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
I’d take the most reflective material for a mirror I could find, then create as many spherical mirrors as I could. Then, I’d make them glow, allowing me to place light inside the mirror, where it would stay. The light would slowly become heat upon contact with the mirrors and the air, but if I can slow the process enough, I have flashbangs. If it proves too difficult to prevent heating, I can use that to my own ends instead. You have telekinesis, but must physically apply force to things. You can push forward, then have that force move something ten feet away, for instance. -
The plates were wrapped in something plastic-like, and had some utensils similar in composition to the plates themselves. The food itself is similar to sausage, scrambled eggs, toast, and potatoes, but with odd - though not unpleasant - differences in taste, texture, and color. The food is obviously not from any conventional farm, but it does taste good, and is quite filling. Dr. Warren eats her own platter with the utensils, and offers Pyre (@Through The Living Glass) the bowl, which is contains something resembling nuts, seeds, grains, ground meat, nectar, and peanut butter, each in a subdivided slice of the bowl. “I wasn’t sure what you could eat, so here’s some guesses. Anything that doesn’t seem edible to you likely isn’t, although most ingredients here should break down into harmless compounds if they’re not used.”
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Dr. Warren suddenly realizes how strange the machine might seem to him. Especially if the only access to advanced medical technology was through a corrupt organization, it was no wonder the man was afraid. She sighs. “I hope you will reconsider, but for now let’s get you breakfast.” As if on cue, a technician comes in with three stacked plates of food, a small bowl on top of them. Setting them on the table, he takes the bottom one for himself and leaves out another door.
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“And that’s the issue, isn’t it. This Capitol keeps you from wanting more by telling you that it’s not the worst it could be. I want to help you, I really do. The machine is already set up - it is no difficulty to anyone for you to use it. You’ve probably spent more time to tell me you don’t need it than it would have taken.”
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She waves his concerns away. “It should only take thirty seconds. We can’t have you walking around with broken bones, can we? Many injuries can become serious if you ignore them.”
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Dr. Warren continues being more confused and alarmed with every new thing she hears. “Do you need medical attention? And you said you were transported?” She gestures to strange pair of pillars in the corner. It stands on a pedestal with a circular groove. “That can check you for most health problems by rotating around you.”
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Dr. Warren sighs. “Of course. We’ll do our best to break that monopoly, if it’s affecting the living standards. How far is your planet?”
