Carefully extracts his hair from the wee one's grasp, winks at Lyinar, then looks around at the stadium that's risen up around them
I hope for the spectators' sake that we don't use Neriak rules.
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Ja'Deth Issar Ka'bael wrote this stupid crap:
gah...Colin...leggo...Carefully extracts his hair from the wee one's grasp, winks at Lyinar, then looks around at the stadium that's risen up around them
I hope for the spectators' sake that we don't use Neriak rules.
*decides it's probably better if Mommy holds it*
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
However she had better not hurt him bad. We may not get along but I like the guy.
Then again Neriak rules are fun to watch. [ 01-23-2002: Message edited by: Azizza ]
I'm an individual. Just like everyone else!
As one of those few here that isn't related to Ja'Deth, Miss Felocity, I'll support you. Nothing personal, Deth.
*She grins.*
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Bump cuz I like violence.
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Cool. Now I get to see just how good Deth is.
He pulls out a silver flame, and drops it on the floor in front of him. It spreads out in small tracers of flame, burning a hermetic circle of protection around him, then dies.
Chibi then pulls out a large, leatherbound book. He flips through a few pages, and then somehow pulls a large pizza and pitcher of Code Red Mt Dew out of the book.
Go get 'er Deth! *munch* *munch* Yoo cammm dooo ith!
Felocity glares icily at Malbi and Star Collective.
Further, I had no intentions of this being a duel of any sort. So, no, we will not be needing Neriak rules. I left that cesspit many decades ago. Surely, two people of our skills and intellectual levels can rise above petty violence.
I spoke merely of a challenge of arcane ability. Your best versus my best.
However, upon hearing your speech, I must admit that you have surpassed my expectations. Indeed, I am quite familiar with Morphic Resonance and Sympathetic Magic.
Whereas you preclude to extrapolating essence from personal belongings and the like, I merely fetch a piece of their aura for later use. Much the same way you do, in fact. However, my prevailing magic is based on summoning, as I believe I have previously stated.
Felocity removes a folded rag from a pocket in her robe.[/i[
You see this buffing rag? A noble Paladin we both know was using this a few days ago to buff his armor. In doing so, he managed to leave behind an aural effect - mainly because he cares very much about his armor. That concern left a powerful impression. The interesting thing is, I have learned to tap into that. At any time, I can summon forth that glorious knight.
The downside is, I have yet to find a way to directly control beings that originate from the same plane as I. I'm currently looking into that and it is only a matter of time.
Then again, I am greatly interested in your thaumonuclear device. I would very much like to see this. Perhaps we could compare notes in the future?
[i]Felocity tilts her head in thought for a moment, then nods as if reaching a conclusion.
You intrigue me, Master Ka'bael. Like myself, you have an answer for every question - even if they are wrapped up in layers of reasoning that most people cannot follow.
Waving her left hand in a quick motion, Felocity summons a blinding white globe and sends it towards the ground near her. As it dissipates, several carts of various desserts appear, including cheesecake.
I also retain a photographic memory for many of my senses. I never forget a sight, a smell, a sound... or a taste. As such, I can summon forth most anything I've tasted. These, however, will always be fresh and new. The benefit is that they are not truly real, even though they will taste it. There's no difference, really, save these will not make you fat.
She grins and winks knowingly.
But I need a server. Ah yes.
With a flick of her right hand, the buffing rag billows briefly and Mightion disappears from the bunker with an audible popping noise before suddenly appearing in front of the carts.
If you would be so kind, Lord Mightion?
The summoner turns her eyes back to Ja'Deth.
Please, tell me more about your generator, Panda Lord. I am very interested. How did you manage to assemble such a device? Truly, you are more talented than I gave credit.
Bloody heck. A little warning might have been nice.
Serve? If I could serve, I'd be playing tennis.
Mightion dives back into the cover of the bunker
quote:
Mightion Defensor had this to say about Pirotess:
"Bhusinezz Kz'uual."
*Gydyon hears the term and screams the tortured, anguished scream of the damned*
Thinking about your posts
(and billing you for it) since 2001
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Mightion Defensor had this to say about Pirotess:
"Bhusinezz Kz'uual."
hahah, I wear casual to work. You poor poor bastard.
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Bajah had this to say about pies:
hahah, I wear casual to work. You poor poor bastard.
Get out of my head 
Thinking about your posts
(and billing you for it) since 2001
What, no duel!? This is an outrage! I think I demand my money back...um...wait...I didn't pay, so nevermind that last bit.
*mutters* Sheesh, I was looking forward to a lightshow.
*wanders off*
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ImNotTrent had this to say about Jimmy Carter:
*comes up from the bunker*What, no duel!? This is an outrage! I think I demand my money back...um...wait...I didn't pay, so nevermind that last bit.
*mutters* Sheesh, I was looking forward to a lightshow.
*wanders off*
From up in the stands, Chibi yells down, "I don't think it's safe yet. Even if Deth doesn't want to fight, they may start talking shop. That could be even MORE dangerous! Stay under cover. [ 01-24-2002: Message edited by: Palador ChibiDragon ]
I generally prefer summoning something useful.
Grinning a somewhat lopsided grin, Deth snaps his fingers, mutters something arcane, and with an echoing POP, a rather large humanoid form appears. Underneath the layers of orichalatum armor, lay crystalline lenses, hydraulics and assorted sundry armaments. And lo, perched atop the wide shoulders is a metal head not unlike Deth's. Were the metal giant to carry a staff and wear a set of robes, ie would likely be as close to a spitting image of Deth as it could be. Instead, it is the wargolem known as Big Deth
Object lesson. Big Deth.
From within the depths of the mechanized contraption, booms an amplified, deep, resonating voice that says, "Yo."
Big Deth runs on the same thaumonuclear engine that most of my lab items are powered by...in fact the only one bigger is the one in my lab, while the bioreactor actually runs on crystalline cells.
Initially Big Deth was designed to be a sort of vehicle...Intended to take on Lyta, and weaken her long enough for me to get out of Big Deth and continue the fight myself. After Lyta disappeared again, it seemed like every nutcase and their grandmother was trying to get into my lab, so I retasked Big Deth with laboratory defense.
At any rate, thaumonuclear power requires a magical reagent at its core, hence Thaumo-nuclear. Nuclear in this case refers to a nucleus, or central core structure. Inside Big Deth's torso component, there was a large crystalline sphere I would slip into, and the machine would use me as a focusing lens for the assorted energies it applies. In effect, I would have been the regulating agent. Doesn't draw on my energies at all.
Of course I can tell you that because that's how it used to work. Clearly, I'm not riding around in Big Deth, and he's operating just fine on his own. Suffice it to say that I've upgraded the power regulating agent from what the default would have been had I not been inside.
Pats his hand on one of Big Deth's gunmetal-colored hands, with a Mightion-loving-his-armor-like affection for his creation
The reactor in the lab, of course, isn't sentient. I've heard far too many stories of sentient workplaces getting a glitch and tearing apart their creator. Messy.
As for creation of food...well...Food that doesn't exist is little more than an illusion, no offense. Why would you use such an obtuse method to create illusiory items? Doing too much calculation in your own head, when you could...
Puts his hands together, then sloooooowly opens them, a shimmering swirl of bluish-white color growing in his hands, his fingers twitching ever so slightly, as if weaving the very essences of the spell's structure, and when he's satisfied, there is a flicker, and the sphere fades out. Shimmering glows appear in the stands, in the bunker, everywhere there isn't adequate shielding (sorry Chibi), in fact in front of all the spectators. To an onlooker looking at someone else's glow, they see only what they themselves desire most to eat, not what the observed person's favorite food is.
Easier to let the target mind do the processing, in some cases. To them it's no doubt all very real to the five senses, but the onus of creating that effect is in their minds, not mind having to create the matrix of specific foods. I merely insinuate a directive into target minds and let them execute the directive as they see fit. A short term mental edit, as it were.
The advantage is that so long as the person does take in some normal food, this makes for a particularly good sort of weight loss program...their mind thinks it's being extremely well fed, but the body knows the illusion isn't real, so it starts burning fatty tissue.
That charming, lopsided grin forms on his face once more, eyes twinkling like a very old man's might when enjoying himself
Next?
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Okay, light show stuff. Better, better.
Wow, where did all this food come from?
Mmmm shellfish.
*happily eats some food while waiting for the next show of lights*
*happily munches on her orange slices* Half the fun of eating this is knowing it's bad for you, that you're doing something sinful. As with most things, too much sin has it's punishments..
*pats her flat tummy and grins* But playing around with the metabolism is easy enough.
Who cares if it's not real?
No need for my "cleric on standby" routine. *Digs into a meal of mom's home cooking*
In the beginning the Universe was created.Douglas Adams, 1952-2001
Huh? Oh...Chalesm? Sure I know Chalesm! He's right over there! Sure thing. What? No, I don't think there's any cud around here for you to chew. Sorry. Yeah, no problem.
Ooo! Is that a shake??? I hope it's a Swiss Mocha one...
Is about to go after it, but a nip at her ear from Glenwick causes her to stop. Picking him up to look at him, the little toad shakes his head, or what could be considered one.
*sigh* Okie, Glenny.
Goes back to watching.
I'm an individual. Just like everyone else!
*wonders if Colin is seeing a big, full breast*
*shakes her head and banishes such strange thoughts*
Lyinar Ka`Bael, Piney Fresh Druidess - Luclin
1. A roast turkey drumstick, smothered in gravy
2. A plate of medium Buffalo chicken wings with blue cheese
3. A Pizza Hut Meat Lover's Stuffed Crust Pizza
4. Two Burger King Bacon Double Cheeseburgers
5. A plate of breaded scallops and fried clams from Red Lobster
Mmmmmm.... what to scarf first... [ 01-25-2002: Message edited by: Mightion Defensor ]
Coooooool...
Can you summon any giant robots, Felocity?
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Mr. Parcelan thought this was the Ricky Martin Fan Club Forum and wrote:
*sits back and watches, when suddenly a huge, clawed and hairy finger taps him on the shoulder.*Huh? Oh...Chalesm? Sure I know Chalesm! He's right over there! Sure thing. What? No, I don't think there's any cud around here for you to chew. Sorry. Yeah, no problem.
*happily eats away at the meal in front of him, and then gradually becomes aware of a large, frighteningly familiar shadow hanging over him from behind, and a deep, snorting breath. After putting the food gently down, very carefully remains facing foward.*
... "Ummm ... You know, I just thought of a reeeaaally good test for this competition. It's called "Who can save the cleric from the jaws of certain death faster?" I think we should try that one right now."
*takes a deep breath, and prepares to scream like a little sissy from the coming smashing* [ 01-25-2002: Message edited by: Chalesm ]
In the beginning the Universe was created.Douglas Adams, 1952-2001
I'm an individual. Just like everyone else!
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Check out the big brain on Chalesm!
... "Ummm ... You know, I just thought of a reeeaaally good test for this competition. It's called "Who can save the cleric from the jaws of certain death faster?" I think we should try that one right now."*takes a deep breath, and prepares to scream like a little sissy from the coming smashing*
"Oh, hell. If he gets pounded, those two will make a contest out of putting him back together. That would be NOT good."
Chibi steps through his circle, his form shimmering as if passing through a heat distortion. Once clear, he begins to make guestures in the air.
"Chal, don't move! Trust me, I know what I'm doing!"
Five rune-marked swords appear in the air around Chalesm, and drop blade first into the ground around him. Red gems imbedded within the base of each blade shine with a strange light.
"Ok, listen up. This is one of MY nicer spells. I've got markers matching those swords set up on a mountain, far far away. The spell I just cast draws one property from that circle to this one. The property in question, is the distance from point A" Chibi points to the Minotaur* "to point B." *Chibi points to Chalesm*.
"For him to hit you, he needs a reach of about 350 miles. Even if he throws something at you, he won't make it. Unless you leave that circle, that is."
Chibi grins, while wondering just who or what will make things go wrong so that Chalesm will get pounded flat anyway.
IM THE BAG HEAD MAN!! AAAAAAA RRRR OOOO LOOK AT MEEE AAAAAA HHHHHEE YYAA! Bag head bag head inm the bag head!
i have ducks in my tousers! AAAYIIYIIIYI
*runs into the wall*
*Gives Deth the big Thumbs-up!*
