"Barriers would mitigate the effect, yes. I can't imagine a military base built in recorded history without rad-eaters in the fulcrete." The doctor gives a thin smile. "But this thing was intended to pack enough punch that those defenses wouldn't matter. It might be tuned to a frequency this...
Still working on the device, Doc sends out a reply. "'Explosive' is too generous a word. It's an EMP; any kinetic or thermal output would just be because the manufacturers were hacks. And make no mistake, they were." They're confident at this point it won't go off unless they let it, but they...
Doc ignores the instructions to shoot and instead busies themselves with ensuring everyone else's guns don't get forcibly turned off. They seize the EMP bomb, no longer troubling themselves with politeness, and drag it down into the muck, wrapping themselves around it like a soldier jumping on a...
...of the... river? Lake? Whatever this type of body of water is called.
While they wait, though, it seems sensible to ensure that there aren't any *other* risks at hand. Still buried, they extend their feelers towards Gamma's location, intent on retrieving the parts he salvaged. "Would you...
Doc opts to imitate Gamma, dropping down into the water – but unlike the cyborg, they don't go so far as playing dead. Instead, they grab onto the ground beneath the water and drag themselves forward, remaining fully submerged. By unwinding their arms, they're able to replace their standard two...
strangers in the wood. humans, with their shining sharps. hide, but stay. sometimes humans drop food. sometimes humans kill other hunters. yes, here good.
A rat's chain of reasoning is simple enough. They don't need to consider a wide variety of objectives; food, safety, and mates are all the...
"That's probably the surgical gel," Emil replies. "Let me take a quick dip and I should smell just like our surroundings." True to their word, they quickly submerge themselves in the marshy water, emerging somewhat dirtied and entirely soaked but hopefully purged of any leftover odors. "There...
The Doc finishes closing up their face, having made a few adjustments for the comfort of their target. Their usual uncanny aspect has given way to the visage of a not-quite-young, not-quite-pretty voidhanger woman – someone their target will likely regard as a familiar and unthreatening face, if...
Name(s): "Doc," the Viscera-Smith, Lieutenant Emil Poszkodowani
Age: 112
Species: Human, according to legal and hereditary standards; unidentifiable as such medically
Physical Description: The Doc appears human, at a glance. From at least fifteen feet away, while heavily drunk, out of the corner...
Faceclaim/Description:
Name: Petturi
Age: 15 (real age: 4 months)
Gender: F
Species: Rat
Starting role: Novice
Personality: Like all her kind, Petturi is a survivor. What she lacks in power she makes up for in cunning and ruthlessness. Cats, dogs, hawks, and owls all see her as a meal, while...
Quick clarification: something like a raven or dog could realistically be an actual teenager, but a mantis, rat, or other short-lived animal probably isn't. Are the ages actually just physical development, not their actual ages? Or is maturity and senescence standardized across species here?
The Dog nods in acknowledgement of her Breaker companion. "It could get sick, aye, and it could die... but it won't. Its hate burns too hot." Slowly, the rest of his form oozes out of the metal monstrosity, adopting a many-limbed, crawling aspect. It sees the hunger in Imzada's eyes, or...
For slightly increased specificity: I change the pronoun I use for them every time I have to refer to him because she's a compulsive shapeshifter, both physically and mentally. Favorite stunt it's pulled so far is dissolving into gas, flowing inside a mimic, and making a meat-puppet...
a) Hell yeah, reigniting this game sounds great.
b) Our group's actual monk (me) may not elicit quite the response you're predicting he/she/it/they will. Beaten Dog is... less of a religious zealot and more of a partisan sadomasochist.
Part of the reason Rahu prioritizes his music over other forms of expression is that he sees it as the most natural analogue to fleshworking – dynamic, curiously caught between fragility and resilience, in need of both technical skill and instinctual awareness. In short, alive. The only...