Active Plots (Alphabetical) - Updated 8/21/2010

Can't I Have Any Time? - (Eruantion Doriath [?], Amonost Doriath [?])

End of Solitude - (Verda Stelo [?])

No More Grape Soda - (Alex Dean [?], Samuel Jorgenson [?], Leon Mecheeto [?])

Questionable Means - (Tawny Black [?], Ishkan Ma'z)

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Terenn Blackfield Gun-mage Dominion Master 7/30/2007 2:09:40 AM Level: 229 Experience: 50000000 Total Posts: 7	What the flip? [Converted from a chat log] Vladimir Wolfe and Terenn Blackfield exit the shadow realm from shadow step, but something isn't right. This isn't the place they were moments ago. "...Uh oh." Vlad mutters. "Why is there a giant, steel building standing right next to me?" asks Terenn pensively. All of a sudden, a small fleet of fighters screams overhead of them, something that doesn't exist from where they came from. Vlad lets out a scream. "What was THAT?!" Terenn is too busy observing street level, his head spinning in circles, to notice the aircraft overhead. "...I think something went terribly wrong..." Vlad says. "This is your fault, Vlad. I told you necromancy was a BAD IDEA." Terenn begins to shout. "Shut. Up." "fine." Terenn mutters. He has learned to simply comply when Vlad tells him to do so. An old man hobbles past them, and stops to stare at Vlad. "Getting ready for the renaissance fair, kiddo?" The old man laughs. Terenn stares blankly at the old man. Vlad eyes him. "Hey, you... Wait... Where am I?" The old man looks confused. "George Ave." he replies. "...Isn't this Cronicia?" The old man raises an eyebrow. "N-No? This is Perrenor, dear boy." "Kids these days and their drugs." The old man mumbles to himself. He hobbles on down the road. Terenn is blinking rapidly, an indication of his rapid thoughts. "P-Perrenor? ...What?" Vlad says. "Told you." Terenn whispers. "Necromancy." Terenn finally turns his eyes to the sky... of which there is none. The massive Perrenor dome looms above them. Vlad pulls out his book and starts flipping through it menacingly and finds the page on Shadow Step. He skims through it. "Hey... Guess what." "I don't want to." Terenn replies hesitantly. "...There's no way back." "Uh, so... It says something about teleporting to other worlds? And it can't happen again?" Terenn shakes his head. "That makes no sense." "Apparently it's such a freak event... that if it did happen again... We'd just end up somewhere else... again." "Oh. Well, okay. Right." Terenn looks up thoughtfully. "There should be a Gate rock still on our world... but we'd probably come out as a single misshapen tooth on the other end, if that." "...Probably. So... W-What now?" Vlad looks around. "Umm... adapt?" "We need to figure out what's going on. Are there any inns around he--" A hover car floats by with a low hum. Terenn stares at it as it disappears into the distance. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" Vlad shouts. Terenn's lower jaw shifts from side to side. "Okay. We're on another planet." He breathes. "It's reasonable to believe they have some crazy slag." "...I guess." Vlad pauses. "I don't even know where to begin." "Uhh, I guess let's just... start walking... until we find an inn?" Terenn suggests. "I suppose..." Vlad starts walking aimlessly down the road they appeared on. At the thought of walking--who walks nowadays?--Terenn begins to remember his horse Treaty, who he will likely never see again. Speaking of "who walks nowadays?" he notices an 800 pound pile of fat riding some sort of wheeled chair down the sidewalk. He is disgusted and nearly vomits.
Terenn Blackfield Gun-mage Dominion Master 7/31/2007 1:26:40 AM Level: 229 Experience: 50000000 Total Posts: 7	RE: What the flip? WARNING: The following is converted from a chat-based RP transcript, and during one scene, neither of us seemed to be on the same page, so it doesn't make a lot of sense. They see a glowing sign down the street which reads "HIV NEEDLE INN." Vlad: HIV Needle Inn? Seems legit to me. They head in that direction. They soon reach it and enter the lobby, which is littered with garbage and people that don't seem to be there. Terenn: ...Do we want to stay here? Vlad: I... don't know? Terenn: I think 'no,' but we can ask some questions, I guess...? I mean, I haven't a clue what to ask. What do we want to know? We're on another world. Isn't that all there is to know?" Vlad shrugs and heads to the counter, hitting the "RING ME FOR SERVICE" bell. Nothing happens. He rings it again. Nothing. A third time. Nothing. A fourth time. A tweaked guy dressed in torn up, dirty clothes drags himself out. Tweaker: ...WHAT?! Terenn gives Vlad an "I have no clue what to do" look. Vlad: Uh... We... need a room? The guy stares blankly at Vlad. Tweaker: 90 tape. Vlad: T-Tape? The guy's mouth hangs, not in awe of their ignorance, but in blank expressionlessness. Vlad turns to Terenn. Vlad: Tape...? Like the stuff we used to fix that airship? Terenn shrugs. Terenn: I guess they use adhesive strips as currency. Vlad shuffles through his rucksack and pulls out a roll of duct tape. Vlad: Will this cover a room? The clerk has seen a lot of this; not as true ignorance, but total drug-induced idiocy. However, he's also too drugged out to realize it. Vlad offers it again. The clerk stares at the roll of duct tape. Tweaker: What do I, you, me... huh. No? Vlad: But you said tape... didn't you? Tweaker: Different tape. Vlad: Like... packing tape? The clerk blinks, cocks his head to the side, and keeps staring at Vlad. Terenn: ...Let's go. Vlad: ...Yeah. They turn and high-tail it out of the inn. Vlad: Well... Now what? What's this 'tape' anyway? Terenn: Well, apparently it's some sort of currency. He stops for a second. Terenn: Why do we even speak the same language? That's the dangedest thing. Vlad: I'm not complaining. Better than learning a new language. Things are screwy enough as it is. Terenn: Yeah. So... I guess we're seriously flat broke right now... though maybe gold is valuable on this planet too? Vlad: I sure hope so... but where do we go to sell gold? Terenn: I don't know, man! Terenn's right eye begins to twitch. His teeth grit. He is losing it posthaste. Vlad: ...Well then... What do we do?! They hear a bang close by. Terenn: What the heck? He looks around quickly. Terenn: That sounded like a gunshot. Several more bangs follow. What sounds like an all-out gun battle is coming from the next street over. Terenn: ...I have the strangest urge to get closer to this gun battle that does not involve myself. Vlad: Well then... He unhooks his hammer and grasps ahold of it. Vlad: Shall we? Terenn: I can't think of anything else to do. He shrugs and draws his USP45 from its holster on his right side. Vlad begins working his way closer to the sounds, although not very fast due to his armor. As they get closer, they can hear the terrified ramblings of someone on the other end of an alley. Terenn waves for Vlad to go that way, and passes down the alley. At the other end of the alley, a man is ducked behind a dumpster taking pot shots around it. Vlad walks up behind the man. The man whips around, frightened, and unloads the rest of his gun. Which just so happened to only have one shot left. Vlad smirks and swings his hammer around, smashing the guy against the dumpster. He dies rather quickly. A loud boom echoes as the dumpster now had a gigantic dent in it. Terenn continues down the alley, crouches, and leans out, surveying the street. Two small groups of raggedy-clothed thugs are shooting wildly at each other from opposite ends of the street. Terenn doesn't know who to shoot, if anyone at all. However, as gunfire turns toward him from both directions, he decides he's not taking any of that junk and begins shooting at everybody. Vlad ducks down behind a dumpster and begins to chant the Shadow Step spell...Even though it went terribly wrong last time. Terenn is too busy sending lead sailing through the air to question the intelligence of Vlad's action. After a few moments, Vlad vanishes into the shadow realm. He casually walks down the alley and stops, standing behind a group of three men who are ducked behind a wall, armed with MP5s. They shoot down the alley at Terenn. Vlad hooks his hammer back to his belt, and draws out his short short. After another quick incantation, he reappears behind the men. Vlad: Boo. The men whip around. The first takes the sword across his neck, the second through the chest, and the third takes it upwards through the bottom of his jaw. The first two bodies slump to the ground. Vlad yanks the sword out of the third before it too fell. He gives his sword a hard flick to get the blood off it before sliding it back into its sheathe. Terenn runs out into the street, pushing Vlad--to little avail--in an attempt to get him behind something, as the other gang of thugs remains, and is paying attention to him, now standing in the open outside the alley. Terenn's pot shots scatter the group, who hardly take any cover, making it easy on Terenn, at least. He shoots through a plastic garbage can, his bullet entering a man's stomach. He turns the gun to the two men behind an old, tireless car sitting on the side of the road. They're shooting their guns sideways through the opening where the rear window of the car should have been. A streetlight is glaring off the still-existing windshield, making it hard to see the men through it, so he just starts shooting the windshield, hoping it will finally shatter. Little does he know that windshields are designed to not shatter. He stops for a moment to reload, cussing about how the windshield won't just break. A bullet explodes out of the side of the dumpster next to him, and he screams like a little girl. An idea sparks in his brain. He squints, concentrating. An image of himself begins running across the street. Gunfire explodes in the image's direction. It falls to the ground, unmoving. The thugs emerge from their hiding spots, approaching the alley. They know Vlad is still there somewhere. Terenn turns to Vlad, whispering. Terenn: You need to take the one closest to me. I'll get the other two. He grabs a soda can, holds it for a second, mumbling something quietly, and rolls it out into the street, now able to see the thugs from the can's point of view. The first man turns the corner, and is greeted by a hammer to the face. A crunching sound is heard as his body slumps down. The other two men run backwards, firing blindly as Vlad ducks back behind the wall. Terenn, staying low, leans out of the alley and blows the both of them away. The streets fall silent as the remaining men take off in all directions. Vlad tilts his head, cracking his neck, before he reclasps his hammer to his belt. Vlad: That was interesting. Terenn: I hope mass-killing of thugs isn't illegal! He surveys the carnage. Terenn: Let's loot the corpses for money. I mean, they won't be using it." Vlad: Sounds fine to me. He heads around, grabbing the corpses and dragging them down into the alley, away from prying eyes. Terenn assists, also dragging corpses out of the street, and subsequently checking all pockets for wallets and such. Rather than digging through the wallets, he just takes them and stuffs them into his backpack. Vlad: So, what now? He looks into one of the wallets. Vlad: I guess this stuff is tape? Terenn looks inside the last wallet he found as well. Terenn: I would assume so. Let's go find a good inn. Vlad: Sounds good to me... but how do we know what good one is? Terenn: I don't know, but we can be pretty certain there's not one around here. He points out the whole ghetto look of the entire area. Vlad: How do we get around though? Blackmaw isn't here with me. Terenn ponders. Terenn: Oh. Oh snap. He snaps his fingers rapidly, his eyes lighting up and a smile spreading across his face. Terenn: Genius. He pulls the magazine from his pistol and ejects the chambered round. He fails to catch it, so he bends over and picks it up off the ground. Terenn: I set a gate on this bullet and I shoot it somewhere, and we gate there! Awesome! Vlad: What if the bullet hits someone and gets embedded in their head? Terenn: They're probably druggies or thugs, so who cares? Vlad: Well... Uh... Sure. Go for it. Terenn pauses, still thinking. Terenn: You know, we'd probably die if it embeds in concrete or underground or something, so there goes that. I... guess... let's... just start walking? [Vlad receives 195 tape.] [Terenn receives 160 tape.]
Terenn Blackfield Gun-mage Dominion Master 8/4/2007 3:42:46 PM Level: 229 Experience: 50000000 Total Posts: 7	RE: What the flip? [Converted from a chat log] Vlad slides off his helmet and tucks it under his arm while he gazes around. Vlad: So... Where are we going? Terenn: We could ask someone. He looks around. Everybody in sight--there are few--is staring at them suspiciously. Vlad: Why are they staring at us...? Terenn: ...Because they're tweakers? None of them look very reliable. Vlad shrugs and gazes around at the signs of nearby buildings. Vlad: What's a... 'Motel 9'? Terenn: Dunno. Terenn looks at the illuminated sign, and then the outside of the building. Terenn: Maybe some kind of housing? Vlad: It says 'vacancy'. Maybe it's some sort of inn. Terenn nods, still looking at the building. Terenn: Well, it looks kind of clean, so I guess we can try it. Vlad nods and heads over towards the front door of the building. He shoves open the door and heads inside. The old lady beind the counter stares blankly when Vlad enters. Terenn follows behind a little less forcefully. Vlad heads up to the counter and stares down at the little old lady. Vlad: ...Is this an inn? The lady is clearly intimidated by the large man in armor. Lady: Th-this is a motel, yes... Vlad: ...How much? Lady: 65 a night. She blinks. Terenn: Ouch. Vlad looks through the wad of cash he had shoved in his rucksack. It's all thrown together poorly, some even stained with blood. He looks at the numbers in the corner and adds them up until he gets 65, then places it on the desk. Vlad: This enough? The old lady counts it carefully, glancing up at Vlad periodically. Lady: Y-yes. She puts the cash in the register and finds a vacant room in the computer. Lady: Your room is number 220. She hands him a rectangular card. Vlad grabs it. Vlad: ...Where is this '220'? Lady: Um, when you walk out the door, take a right and go up the stairs. Vlad looks at the card. Vlad: So... Don't I need a key? And what is this thing? Lady: Um, that is your key. The lady is quite confused by this. Vlad bends the card slightly. It snaps. Vlad: Aren't keys made out of some sort of metal? He stares dumbfounded at the broken card. Lady: ...Umm, hold on one second. She turns around, grabs the phone, and dials a small number. Lady: Could you come to the front desk? ...Thank you. She hangs up. Vlad points at the phone. Vlad: Why were you talking to that thing? He turns to Terenn. Vlad: I think she's a druggie. The lady just looks at him. A moment later, a young man walks out of the back. Man: What seems to be the problem?" Lady: I-I don't think I can help our customer. Vlad just looks utterly confused by the whole situation. Man: Sir, have you paid for a room? Vlad: Yes. But she won't give me the key. She gave me some card thing. Vlad points at the broken card on the table. Man: I'm sorry sir, that's a key card. We, um, we use electronic locks. You shouldn't break them like that. He takes the two pieces and puts them under the desk, finding a spare for room 220. Vlad: E-Electronic what? Man: Electronic locks. It, um... It reads information on the card to tell it to unlock the door. Vlad: How does it work? Some sort of enchantment on the card? He seems slightly interested. Man: No, it's, err, a magnetic stripe on the back of the card. We store information on it. It's not... enchanted. He raises an eyebrow. Vlad turns to Terenn again. Vlad: Drugs. I can tell. He turns back to them and smiles. Vlad: Okay... So... Where's this room then? Man: Out the front door, turn right and come around the side of the building and up the stairs. Vlad grabs the card, hands it to Terenn, and starts following the directions he was given. Terenn follows Vlad around the building and up the stairs. The room numbers start at 200 at the top of the stairs and go upward. They soon find 220. Vlad: So... How do we do this? Terenn looks at the card and the metallic box mounted on the door. Terenn: Umm... He tries sliding the card into the slot. The light turns red. He turns the handle. It doesn't open. Vlad: Try it again? Terenn: Screw it. He mutters a few words and slides the card under the door. He grabs Vlad, mutters a few more words, and they sprout out of the floor inside the room. Vlad: ...That works too. Vlad throws his helmet on the neat desk in the corner, knocking the lamp onto the floor. Paying no attention to it, he drops his rucksack and starts to take off his heavy armor. Terenn: It smells funny. He sniffs. Something by the window suddenly clunks and starts making a rumbling noise. Terenn jumps, staring at the long, beige-ish slotted box mounted under the window. Vlad stares at it as well. Cold air starts to blow out of it as it starts to hum. Vlad: ...Demon? He reaches over and grabs his hammer out of the corner of the room. Terenn's brow furrows. Terenn: I think it's just some kind of machine... Maybe it just blows cold air? The compressor kicks in and starts to hum louder. Vlad raises his hammer. Vlad: I don't trust it. Terenn: Hang on. He walks over to it. He opens a flap on it, underneath which are several knobs. He grabs a knob that's pointing at the word "Cool" and turns it to "Hot". He feels the air gradually get warmer. Terenn: ...Awesome! It soon gets pretty hot and he begins to sweat. He turns it back down to "Cool" and turns back around. Terenn: It's friendly. Vlad: ...If it makes any sudden moves, it's dead. Vlad hesitantly places his hammer back down and takes off the last of his armor segments. He grabs his old long coat from his rucksack and throws it over his old clothes. Terenn sets his backpack on the table and sits down on the bed, sighing. Terenn: You know, it's probably a good thing we're here. No killer magic runes. Vlad: I suppose. Vlad plops down on the chair and pulls out his old book. Terenn: So, I guess we need to get accustomed to this weird stuff they have. Vlad: I suppose so... Vlad pulls out a small key and unlocks the clasp on his book. Terenn notices the counter, mirror, and sink on the other end of the room. Terenn: Eh? He walks over to the sink. Terenn: ...No way. Running water? He hits the knob. Water pours out. Clear water. Vlad: Possessed cold air machines and running water? What kind of fancy place is this? Terenn: A 65... umm... tape... place, my friend. Vlad: Okay... So... What are we doing tomorrow? Vlad leans back in the chair and skims through random pages of the book. Terenn turns the water off. Terenn: I guess we'll just check some more of this place out. See what we see. Hopefully we can find another city where you can see the sun and it's not filled with druggies and thugs. Vlad: Hopefully. Vlad contiues flipping through pages. Terenn walks over to the table, looking curiously at a wall-mounted lamp. Terenn: ...Any idea what this is? He looks up under the lampshade. Vlad: I thought it was some really bright candle... What is it? Terenn: There's no flame. He messes with the little black knob. He first tries pushing it, then turning it. He can't turn it, so he tries turning it the other way. It goes dark. Terenn: ...It's a, uhh... Like... toggleable, flameless candle? Vlad: This world has such strange magic. Terenn turns it back on. Terenn: I like this place. Vlad: Yeah. There's no crazy invisible things trying to kill us here. Just druggies with guns. Terenn: Yeah. He looks around randomly. Terenn: You hungry? I'm hungry. Vlad: After the whole ordeal to get a room... I can only imagine what getting food will be like. Vlad pauses. Vlad: Hm. Hey. Come here. Let me try this. Terenn looks at him. Terenn: ...'Let me try this'? No. Vlad: You'll be fine. I promise. Vlad stares at him and smiles. Terenn: Stop smiling. It makes me trust you less. Vlad: Oh come on now. It's not a painful spell. Terenn groans. Terenn: Fine. I know I'm going to regret this. He walks reluctantly over to Vlad. Vlad continues smiling and starts to read an incantation from the book while pointing at Terenn. After a few moments, he looks up. Vlad: Did it work? Terenn's eyes shift. He shrugs. Terenn: I don't know. What was it supposed to do? His feet feel funny. Vlad: Try walking. Terenn's brow furrows. His leg twitches. His other leg twitches. He looks down at them. Terenn: ...WHAT DID YOU DO. He begins wobbling around violently, but he still cannot move his feet. Vlad: It worked! ...Now that you're there... let's try lich. It makes your skin fall off or something. Terenn: Let's not. Vlad: Hang on, hang on. Vlad chants the same spell again, unbinding Terenn's feet from the floor. Terenn shakes his legs. Terenn: Anyway, if you don't want to buy food, I could always try conjuring some. Vlad: What? Conjuring food? Terenn: Hold out your hand. It's not a painful spell. Vlad sticks his hand out. Vlad: It better be something that tastes good. Terenn stares at Vlad's hand. Terenn: ...As much as I want to do this, I don't want to clean it off the carpet. Vlad heads over to the wall and opens the window, and shoves his hand out the window. Vlad: If you screw up now, it goes down there. Terenn: No, no, I've already lost the will. Vlad: Bah... So... Can I still try lich? He smiles in a joking manner. Ignoring Vlad, Terenn finally notices the big, weird box on the dresser on the wall across from the beds. Terenn: Hey, what's this? He looks at it a little closer, pressing a button on the front of it. The front lights up, displaying a picture of a person. There's scrolling text at the bottom of the screen, and the main picture is somebody standing on a podium talking about... something. Vlad jumps back for a moment. Vlad: What IS that?! Terenn: ...I don't... know. He watches in fascination, then hits another button. The picture changes. The sound of gunfire comes from the box, and it displays somebody firing a machine gun down a crowded city street. Vlad grabs his shortsword from against the wall, and thrusts it into the TV. Vlad: DEAR GOD. The picture goes out. The sound crackles and soon dies. Vlad pulls his sword out and peers inside the now broken TV. Vlad: Where did they go?! Terenn: I don't think there was anybody there, Vlad. Vlad: I heard gunshots. I saw gunshots. I saw people dying. Terenn: ...I'm going to go the front desk and ask. Vlad: You do so. I'm staying here in case that thing tries to shoot me again. Vlad stands at the ready with his blade in hand. Vlad: I don't trust it. Terenn walks out the door and heads toward the main office. He walks up to the desk. Terenn: Excuse me, but... Why were there people shooting each other in the big black box? Lady: ...What? Terenn: Th-the box on the dresser. I hit a button and people started shooting. Lady: ...Where are you from, sonny? Terenn: Not from around here, believe me. Vlad slowly sets down his blade and grabs his hammer. Vlad: This thing better not try anything... He peers at the TV again. Terenn: So, what is that thing? My friend stabbed it to make sure they didn't shoot us. Lady: ...St-stabbed? ...H-hold on a second. She grabs the phone and calls the rear office again. Lady: Could you come to the front desk again, please? She hangs up. The young man from before comes back to the desk. Man: What's the problem? Lady: This young man says his big friend stabbed their TV! She is almost hiding behind the young man. Man: ...Why did he stab the TV? He looks scoldingly at Terenn. Terenn: I guess that's the big box? There were people inside. They were shooting each other. People were dying. We didn't want to be next. Man: Hold on a second. The man grabs the phone and dials room 220. Upon hearing the phone ring, Vlad screams as he spins around and slams his hammer down. It smashes through the phone and nightstand, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere, even leaving a rather large dent in the floor. The phone clicks and gives the man a busy signal. He hangs up. Man: Could you go get your friend and bring him here, please? Terenn: Umm, sure... He turns nervously and heads out. He gets back up to the room and knocks on the door. Terenn: It's Terenn. Vlad slowly lifts the hammer out of the pile of rubble and dusts the wood pieces off his coat. He then heads to the door and opens it. Vlad: What did they say about the shooting box? Terenn: Get your stuff. We need to leave. Vlad: ...What? Terenn: Things are going south. They're probably going to shoot us if we actually go back to the desk. Vlad: ...Where are we supposed to go? It's the middle of the night. Terenn: I don't know. Oh, and to answer your question, all the information I got was that it's called a 'TV'. Vlad: ...Oh. Well... Go stall for 15 minutes. I need to put that back on. He points at his armor. Terenn: Okay. Vlad throws his robe back into his old rucksack and starts to buckle his armor back on. Terenn goes back down to the desk. Terenn: Umm, those Hot Pockets from last night came back. With a vengeance. I'll go get him again in about fifteen minutes. Man: That's fine. Now, could you tell me why you would stab the television? Terenn: I didn't stab it. He did. Man: Yes, well. Why did he stab the television? Terenn: Because there were people shooting inside! We didn't want to get hit! After fastening up his armor, Vlad starts to sling his weapons back where they belong. He tosses his book into his rucksack then tosses the sack over his shoulder. He rushes down to the main office where they were all together and walks in. The man notices Vlad. Vlad stares at the man. Vlad: You need to take a look at your rooms. There was a box shooting at me. And another box started wailing some siren at me. The man stares at him, then is visibly hit with what he means. Man: That would be the telephone. Terenn: What's with all this tele-stuff? Is tele your word for magic? Vlad: They have such strange magic in this world. Man: No, the... He grabs his own face. Man: Just get out! I don't want you coming back to my motel! Vlad: Well, either way... The evil siren box is no more. I took care of that thing before it attacked me. Terenn: ...Can we have our money back? Man: No! You're lucky I'm not making you pay for the TV and phone! Vlad: Oh, there's also a broken nightstand. And the floor is pretty messed up too. Terenn glares at Vlad. Man: GET OUT! The man picks up the phone and starts calling the cops. Terenn walks out. Vlad shrugs and follows him. Vlad: Where to now? Terenn: Ugh, I don't know. Vlad: Well, did you get all of your stuff from that room? Terenn: Uh, no... Did you get that card? Vlad: ...No. But I have this. He motions to his hammer. Terenn: Well, no, I was hoping you didn't get the card. He gates to it, inside the room, puts on his backpack, pockets the card, and leaves. Vlad: ...That works too. Terenn: I guess I'll give the card back... He pokes his head inside the office. The man looks at him with rage. Terenn flicks the card over to the desk and runs away. Vlad: So... Like I said... Where to now? He gazes down the street-lamp lit streets. Terenn looks up. Over the buildings, he sees a very large building far away. It actually appears to be in the exact center of the dome, and leads all the way up to the ceiling. Terenn: I wonder what that thing is. Anyway, there's gotta be another inn around here somewhere, anyway. Not that I want to spend another 70 today." Vlad: Well... I suppose we can just start walking and find something? Terenn: Yeah... and get mugged while we're at it. Terenn starts walking. Vlad shrugs and follows him. Vlad: This is such a strange place. Terenn: Yeah, but I don't think you should attack anything in the rooms. It's probably supposed to be there and won't hurt us. Vlad: It was shooting at us! Terenn: I have the strangest feeling it's just a... moving picture. I don't think it could affect us. Vlad: Either way, it was not right. Terenn: Okay, so if we ever see one again, I won't touch it. Vlad: So... Where are we walking to? Vlad glares around at the many stores with "CLOSED" in the windows. Terenn: We need to find a map or something... or we could find some benches to sleep on, but we'd probably be killed in our sleep. Vlad: Where would we find a map? Everyone seems to hate us. Terenn looks down a side street and sees a sign reading "Smoky's Lodge." Terenn: Let's just slide a paper under a door and gate in a room for free. Vlad: What if someone is in the room...? Terenn: They're probably asleep, and we'll just leave and try the next one? Vlad: Worth a try. Terenn heads for the building, with a better idea. He walks around it to look for room numbers, picking 133 as a good spot, and heads to the front desk. Terenn: Excuse me, is anyone staying in room 133? The clerk checks the log. Clerk: No, sir. Would you like the room? Terenn: No thanks, just checking. Terenn leaves. They go to the room, gate in, and sleep soundly. [Vlad spends 65 tape.]
Terenn Blackfield Gun-mage Dominion Master 8/5/2007 2:58:49 PM Level: 229 Experience: 50000000 Total Posts: 7	RE: What the flip? [Converted from a chat log] Terenn wakes up to the sound of voices. He opens one eye. There is a family standing in the doorway wondering what the heck. Terenn: Slag. He checks his bed to make sure there's no fox-woman laying on it that he's about to punt off if he moves. He is content to see that there is not. He opens his mouth as if to say "Vlad." but nothing comes out. He grunts and tries again. Terenn: Vlad. Wake up. Vlad snorts and rolls over. Vlad: WHAT?! Terenn: Somebody got this room. Vlad: ...Huh? Terenn points at the people standing in the doorway. Terenn: We should leave. Vlad stares at the people. Vlad: Uh... Yeah. He groggily gets up and stares at the family. Vlad: Come back in 20. Terenn finds himself tied up in the covers, as usual. Terenn: Vlad, I need help. It is as if someone has consciously locked him into the bed, though he knows this is not the case. Vlad pays no attention as he starts buckling on armor, still half asleep. Terenn: Vlad. I need. Help." Vlad looks back, sighs, and just continues buckling on his armor. Terenn begins flopping. He manages to pull the sheets from under the mattress and roll onto the floor, his fall padded by his wrapping. He rolls over to the door, pulls himself up, and pries the sheets off on the doorknob. The whole thing comes unraveled in an instant and he goes about his morning. A short while later, they're both ready. Vlad: We better get going before they get back. Terenn cracks the door and looks around. There's nobody. Terenn: Come on. Vlad lumbers out the door, still half asleep Vlad: Where are we going? Terenn: I say we go check out that big building over there. He points over the rooftops. It's pretty much visible from anywhere in the city. Vlad: Okay then. I wonder what it is. Terenn shrugs. Terenn: A castle? He starts walking. Vlad: Maybe? Terenn: It looks far. I wonder if there's some faster way. Remember that flying thing we saw yesterday? Vlad: Yeah... But I don't know what it was. Terenn: I would have to guess it's some kind of transport. Down the road he sees a car coming their way--one with wheels, though. Vlad: WATCH OUT! Vlad runs off of the road. Terenn steps onto the sidewalk. The car zooms by. Vlad: What was that? Terenn: I'm pretty sure I saw someone inside it. Hard to tell, though.
Terenn Blackfield Gun-mage Dominion Master 8/6/2007 12:18:04 PM Level: 229 Experience: 50000000 Total Posts: 7	RE: What the flip? [Converted from a chat log] A while later, our heroes find themselves on a long stretch of road leading directly to the towering building. It appears to have very large screens on the outside, displaying information. At this distance, though, Terenn can't make out what it says. Terenn: I'm getting really tired of walking. Vlad: Well... We don't really have a choice other than walking. Terenn looks around carefully. Terenn: I'm trying to think of some ingenious way to exploit a gate, but I can't come up with anything. He continues walking down the sidewalk. Vlad: What about those strange flying things? What are those? Terenn: I'm pretty sure they're just personal transports. Like a little personal airship. Vlad: Strange... So... How do we get one? Terenn: Steal one from someone we kill? Vlad: Sounds like a plan to me. Terenn: N-no. I was joking. Vlad: I wasn't. Terenn: Well, I guess if we started waving money around and wait for someone to try to mug us, and then hope he has one, but, uh... I'd rather not. Vlad: You're too soft sometimes. What's your plan then? Terenn: ...Walk? It's not all that far now, and we've walked this far already. Vlad: May as well. So, they resume their trek. When they finally arrive some time later, they make their way up to the massive doors of the building. "STARPORT" is written in large letters above the door. There's a lot of activity around the building; people entering and exiting. Terenn looks up at the large screens scattered about. Terenn: ...Starport? Vlad: ...I have no clue. After entering the building, they stand in a large room, with a row of escalators on the opposite side from them, and halls circling inward to the left and right. Terenn blinks a few times upon noticing the escalators. Terenn: Vlad. He pauses. Terenn: Why are those stairs moving? Vlad: I... I don't know... Perhaps more of this world's strange magic? Terenn: It seems, uh, precarious. He is drawn to them, however. He heads for them. Vlad: What are you doing?! What if it kills you? Terenn: They're just moving stairs. If they kill me, it'll be my own fault. Vlad: Maybe they're demonic. Terenn is unfazed. Terenn: I'll let you know. He steps onto the first step and freezes, grabbing the moving handrails hard. The escalator slowly pulls him to the top. He steps off. Terenn: Whoa. Vlad: ...Dear God. Vlad steps onto it and heads up to the top as well. Vlad: ...That was amazing. Terenn gulps. Terenn: That it was. He sees signs on the walls. Vlad points at something else. Vlad: Oh my gosh. LOOK. Another one! That goes down. Vlad steps onto it and rides it down, then rides the other one back up again. Vlad: This world is amazing. Terenn can see an arrow pointing left. It reads "PUBLIC TERMINAL." Another points to the right, reading "PRIVATE DOCKING." Terenn: Uhh, let's go check out the public terminal, I guess. Vlad: Alright. Lead the way. A man carrying a large, overstuffed suitcase bumps against Terenn, pushing him aside and rushing toward the public terminal. Terenn scowls. Terenn: We're definitely going to the public terminal. He picks up his pace a little bit so as not to lose the jerk. Vlad follows behind, but can only follow so fast due to his heavy armor. Through the archway, there is a long stretch of counters with monitors over them. It goes so far that Terenn can't see the other end. He stops for a second in awe, but soon resumes his pursuit of that guy. The man heads straight for one of the counters, at which there is a short line of people. He bumps right in front of them. Terenn's eyes widen at the man's audacity. He finally catches him, grabs his shoulder, and turns him around. Terenn: What's the matter with you?! Behind them, Vlad notices an elevator and stares at it. He sees a group of people enter it, and the doors close. A few moments later, the elevator comes back up and the doors open. A different group of people exit. Vlad: WHAT IS THAT?! Jerk: What? Terenn: There was a hundred feet of wide open space to my left and right and you bumped into me without a word, rush in here and get in front of these people like you own the place? Clerk: Sir, please calm down. Terenn: What? Me? Did you see what this guy just did? Clerk: Please don't make me call security. The man shakes Terenn's hand off of his shoulder and gets a cocky look on his face. Terenn: Oh yeah, you're real tough now, big shot. We'll see. We'll see. He waves his finger furiously in the man's face and begins to turn around. Vlad taps on Terenn's shoulder. Vlad: DID YOU SEE THAT THING?! Terenn jumps at the tapping on his shoulder. Terenn: Wh-what? What thing? Vlad points at the elevator. Vlad: That box. People enter it, then come out as different people. Terenn: Bull honkey. Terenn stares at the elevator in disbelief. A man enters it, reaches for something inside, and the doors close. Terenn: We'll see. A woman walks up to the elevator and presses the button on the wall. A moment later, the doors open. The elevator is empty. Terenn: HOLY OH MY WHAT THE FRUIT. Vlad: I TOLD YOU! It must be some portal to some other dimension! Terenn: NO! Nobody is THERE! It ATE him, Vlad! IT ATE HIM! IT'S A SUICIDE BOX! Vlad: I TOLD YOU!! WHAT IS THIS PLACE?! A hand grabs Terenn's arm. Man: Sir, be quiet! You are disrupting the peace! Terenn turns around to face the security guard. Terenn: PEACE?! That box just ATE SOMEONE! Guard: What box? Terenn: That one over there! Terenn points at the elevator, into which the woman disappeared a moment before, and the doors still haven't opened. Terenn: It's double-churning her. Guard: That's an elevator, sir. Vlad grabs his hammer. Vlad: I'm going to kill it before it eats us. The guard pushes Terenn to the floor and draws his pistol. Guard: Put the weapon down! Vlad hesitantly starts to approach the elevator. Vlad: THAT THING ATE THAT LADY! Terenn: OH MY FLOOR! Guard: Put the weapon down! They've gathered quite a crowd at this point--a crowd that does not include the butthole, who was far too important to stick around for this. Vlad: IT. ATE. HER. Guard: Nothing ate anything! It's an elevator! It-it takes people up, in a box! Vlad: Yeah, it takes them up to its stomach. Terenn: Vlad, could you put your hammer down for a second before we get arrested? Vlad: Arrested for what?! Saving lives?! Guard: Okay, look. He holsters his pistol and starts to grab Terenn to help him up. Guard: Let me show you what the elevator does. If you'll come with me-- Terenn: NO. I will NOT come with you! The elevator door opens an two people walk out. Vlad: IT'S REGURGITATING THEM! Terenn slows down and thinks. Terenn: Vlad, what if... Um, he called it an 'elevator.' That implies elevation. Terenn pauses, expecting "yeah, into its stomach." Vlad: Yeah, into its stomach. Terenn: But what if it's like those moving stairs? Maybe it just takes you upstairs. Guard: Yes, that's exactly what it does. Vlad: But what if it's not like those moving stairs? I don't believe it. He just wants us to be eaten. Terenn gets up. Terenn: Umm, I'll try it. He straightens his coat and stares stoicly at the elevator doors. Vlad: If anything happens, I'm killing it. The security guard walks over to the elevator with Terenn, hitting the button the call it up for him. A moment later, a bell chimes and the doors open. The guard steps in first. Terenn is hesitant, but gets in too. The guard hits the "1" button and steps back. Terenn takes a breath and glances at Vlad as the doors slide shut. Vlad stares blankly. Terenn fidgets. Suddenly, the whole thing lurches. Terenn: ohgoshwhat'shappeningohjeez. He ligher suddenly, as if he's being pulled upward slightly. Terenn: It-it's pulling me. Guard: No, man, we're just moving down. Terenn grits his teeth. DING. The doors open. Vlad is gone. The whole place looks different, now that he thinks about it. Terenn: I'm not dead. Moments pass and there's still no sign of Terenn. Vlad tightens his grip on his hammer. Someone enters the elevator with Terenn and the guard. The guard hits "2" and the doors close. The box lurches upward, then he feels another strange sensation like he's being pulled downward. A second later, the doors open again. Terenn steps out quickly. Vlad: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! Terenn: The box moved down, and then up. Vlad: ...What? Terenn: It's what they say it is. It doesn't eat people! Vlad: ...Wow. Okay. So. Anyway... What now? Terenn blinks and turns to the security guard. Terenn: What is this place? Guard: Uh, the starport. Look, I need to get back to work. He trots off. Terenn: That doesn't help! The crowd has dispersed and people are going about their business in the starport. Terenn walks over to Vlad and shrugs. Vlad: ...What now? Vlad peers around. Vlad: Whats a 'starport'? Terenn sees a counter, manned by a uniformed worker, but with no line. Terenn: I'll go ask him. Vlad: Alright... Terenn walks over to the counter. Terenn: Excuse me, what is a starport? Clerk: Hm? Uh, people dock their spaceships here. This wing is for public transportation, like cruise ships. Terenn: ...Space ships? The clerk didn't know how Terenn didn't know what a starport is, but he really doesn't know how he doesn't know what a space ship is. Clerk: Umm, you know, space... ships. Ships in space. Terenn: Space as in off of the planet? Among the stars? Clerk: Um, yes. Terenn grows silent. He swallows hard. Oh my gosh. He steps back. Terenn: Thank you. He runs back to Vlad. Terenn: THEY HAVE SPACE SHIPS. Vlad: Space ships? Terenn: Space. Ships. Ships. In space. Terenn points up. Vlad: ...My God.
Terenn Blackfield Gun-mage Dominion Master 10/14/2009 12:39:01 AM Level: 229 Experience: 50000000 Total Posts: 7	RE: What the flip? Terenn: Wow, my mind just went blank. Did you just say something, Vlad? Vlad: ..Ships. In -space-. Terenn: Oh, right. Vlad: Perhaps they're powered by Tele, like most other magical things here. Terenn: Perhaps tele...kinesis? Wow, that's a tough job. Vlad: Regardless.. Vlad looked around the spaceport. Many passer-vys stopping to stare at him. A man in gigantic armor? That's quite a spectacle in this day and age. Vlad: ..Why are we here anyway? Terenn shrugged. Terenn: It looked like the place to be. He rubbed his chin in thought. Terenn: We should try to get a ride on one of this space-ships. Vlad took a step back from Terenn, wide-eyed. Vlad: -What-? Vlad looked up. Vlad: Up -there-? Ooooh no. No. No. No. Terenn shrugged. Terenn: Fine. If you don't want to, I'm not going to make you. You'd probably smash a hole in the ship and kill us. But this place seems like a dump. There's got to be somewhere... nicer to go. Vlad: Hey. -Hey-. That box thing was -killing people-.  It was kill or be killed. Vlad furrowed his brow. Vlad: Let's break something. That usually brings people around who tend to know things. Maybe they can tell us how to get somewhere nicer. Terenn squinted at Vlad. Terenn: You do that. I'll stay a reasonable distance away, m'kay? ... Or maybe we can break your -head- and get on a spaceship while you're out cold. Vlad: Or we can go with the first idea. Vlad unlooped his large hammer from his belt. He heaved it over his shoulder and began to approach a row of benches. The people seated on them instantly became wide-eyed and sprinted off the benches. Terenn stood firmly where he was, remembering the security guard from earlier who would probably shoot Vlad. He put his hands on his hips and smacked his gums, waiting for the spectacle. Vlad hoisted the large hammer back, as if he was about to golf-swing the row of benches. Just then there was a loud scream. Guard: STOP RIGHT THERE CRIMINAL SCUM! The guard plowed forward to tackle Vlad. He put all his weight into it, crashing into Vlad with a loud "THUD!" and he fell backwards onto the ground. Vlad hadn't moved an inch. He just stopped and looked down at the guard. Terenn, worried for the mall ninja's safety, hurried over in case he needed to say "Hey Vlad, don't kill him." The guard rubbed his forehead and dragged himself back a few feet from Vlad. Vlad looped his hammer onto his belt. Vlad: Just the man I was looking for! The guard looked utterly confused. Guard: W-What? Vlad: This place is terrible. Where can I find somewhere nicer? The guard blinked. Guard: In... what sense? Vlad looked to Terenn, a confused look on his face. Vlad: ... I don't know. Ask him. The guard looked at Terenn, blinking, and repeated himself exactly: Guard: In... what sense? Terenn shrugged. Terenn: Like, a place not full of druggies and cigarette smoke. Guard: You're not finding it on this planet, I'll tell you that. Vlad looked out the window of the spaceport and up into the sky. Vlad: What do you mean this -planet-? Guard: I tell you what, this whole world is a slaghole. There's nothing HERE but druggies and cigarette smoke, OK? It's a big cesspool. A big radioactive toxic waste dump. It stinks, and I have to get out. Vlad turned, approaching that guard. Vlad: What do you mean this -planet-? He repeated himself, a look graced his face like he just watched a horror movie. Vlad: There are... -other- planets? ... That you -visit-? The guard gave him a "duh" kind of look. Guard: Uh, duh. Terenn: Is that why you have space-ships? Guard: Where are you guys from anyway? Sheesh. Look, I've got places to be. He turned on one heel. Terenn grabbed his shoulder. Terenn: DON'T ABANDON US. WE NEED YOUR HELP! He attempted to appear as if he was on the verge of tears, but he really only looked like he was having a seizure. Vlad stepped behind Terenn, idly hoisting his hammer over his shoulder and sliding his helmet on. He towered over Terenn, looking down at the guard. The guard looked from the seizuring Terenn up to Vlad. He swallowed hard. Guard: Look, I-I don't know what you want from me. I just get paid to make sure nothing illegal happens here. Terenn: OK, how about this. Is there a SINGLE inn, or restaurant, or ANYTHING that is not utterly -nasty-? I want to not feel like I have cockroaches in my hair for a few minutes at least. Guard: Not here there isn't. I already said that. The guard sighed. Guard: Look, if you want a better situation you're going to have to get off this planet. Terenn: We're going to need drugs. Guard: What? Terenn: We need drugs to put my humongous friend here out until we get settled on another planet, because he's very dangerous and would probably destroy the entire ship. Guard: I can't condone drug usage, and I suggest you don't go mentioning them again. You've also made a terroristic threat against a space transport, but I'll let that slide for now. Terenn sighed. Vlad: Wait, what did you say, Terenn? Terenn: I, uh, nothing. Vlad squinted, staring daggers at Terenn. Vlad: I hope so. Vlad continued staring out the window as one of the large ships lifted off the ground and headed for the skies. Vlad: No. Definitely not. I enjoy my feet on planted on the ground. He stomped his foot on the ground a few times, one of the tiles of the tiled floor cracked on the third stomp. He stepped away as if nothing happened. Terenn rubbed his forehead. Terenn: We have to get on one of those ships. I have to get out of this place. Come on, you rode on airships all the time, you can handle it. Vlad: Airships. Air. Ship. It was in the -air-. Vlad paused. Vlad: Spaceships. Space. Ship. Space. Not air. -I can't breathe in space-. Terenn: But they have air ON these ships. Vlad: How do -you- know? Vlad took a step back, grasping his hammer with both hands. Vlad: You know too much. DOPPELGANGER. Terenn's eyes glazed over, his mouth falling open. Terenn: This smoggy air is getting to you, isn't it? Vlad: Silence yourself, Doppelganger! What have you done with Terenn?! Vlad took another step back. Terenn glared at Vlad for a moment. Terenn: OK, you got me. Remember the box that ate people? I trapped him in there. Go back downstairs and wait by the door and I'll let him out. Vlad stared from Terenn to the man-eating box. Vlad: ... You -MONSTER-! I'M COMING, TERENN! He shouted loudly as the many people inhabiting the spaceport stared blankly at Vlad, at a loss of words as he sprinted in full armor down the stairs to the ground floor. Terenn took off running to the elevator, hoping he could make it in and ride it down before Vlad started smashing the doors in with his hammer. Terenn: Somebody! How do you work this thing? A random passerby pressed the down button for him. The bell rang and the doors opened a moment later, and Terenn entered. He recalled the man earlier pressing a button on the wall, so he pressed the little "1" button. He felt something strange, as if the box was moving, but it was difficult to tell. Vlad was already at the bottom of the elevator, his hammer drawn back as he prepared to smash the door open. Vlad: STAND BACK TERENN, I'M COMING FOR YOU! The box stopped with a "ding", just as Vlad's hammer smashed into the door, bending it in. Terenn screamed. Terenn: Vlad! Stop! No, I mean, Vlad! Get me out of here! Help! It's trying to eat me! Vlad rushed in and grabbed Terenn by his shoulder- throwing him out. Vlad then began to violently smash his hammer around the interior of the elevator. Vlad: I SHALL DESTROY YOU, DEMON! As his hammer smashed into the control panel, the doors began to close. Terenn facepalmed. There was a terrifying warcry heard from within. Shortly thereafter, the elevator doors began to dent outwards until both falling off their hinges. Vlad stepped out, posing epicly and breathing heavily. Vlad: No need to thank me, Terenn. Terenn's speech was monotone. Terenn: You saved me, Vlad. You're awesome. Let's get out of here... before the cops show up. Vlad looked behind him into the utterly destroyed elevator. There was a loud clatter as the control panel fell off and clattered to the ground. There wasn't a person in sight. Vlad: ... Okay. Terenn walked quickly back toward the escalators, trying not to look suspicious. With the big suit of armor dotted with medieval weaponry walking behind him, this was an impossible feat. A good six or seven guards sprinted past the two towards the elevator. Vlad looked over his shoulder. Vlad: Ah, they must have heard the death-box has been obliterated. Terenn: And I doubt they'll be showering you with praise as their savior, though they most certainly should. Let's keep going. Vlad shrugged and continued to follow Terenn to wherever they were going. They exited the front doors of the spaceport and walking down the excessively wide front steps, which led directly into a trash-strewn street. Terenn: I need a drink. And ribs. Vlad: Something tells me the only ribs around here would have needles sticking out them. Terenn: This is true... You know, the problem is probably that we're in the middle of the city. Maybe it'll be SLIGHTLY less nasty toward the outskirts. What do you say? Vlad looked down the street which was filled with trash, hobos, druggies, all sorts. Off int he distance all he could see was a skyline of abandoned buildings. Vlad: That'll be quite the walk. Terenn: I'm sure you could steal one of those flying chariots through the wonton usage of your war hammer. Vlad seemed uneasy at the idea of this whole flight concept with these strange magical vehicles. Vlad: Well, where can we find one?

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