[IC] Trespassers of the Multiverse: Director's Cut: The Whole Bus

[Armok]

"Still seems like our skillet might be more suited to crafting a better avatar than taking her on in combat, and even if we can't convince HER, if her points are undermined sufficently she might not remain in potato for to long."

[Chevaleresse]

On 11/16/2017 at 9:17 PM, Powder Miner said:

First, Satomi answered Proditor's question. "Um... not counting the incident with the portal, it's primarily just been conversation and some work on creating things. That... whatever it is did not appear until very soon before you came in." She glanced at the curled up thing, squinted, looked at it for a second, and then she slowly turned to Kusuke.

 

"Um... yyyyes," she began, initially a little distracted, but getting back into the flow of things soon enough, "These are samurai families, so they are all quite large, mind, but there are a total of six families within the Crab Clan's samurai. The Hida family are probably the primary of the Crab families, descended from the Kami Hida, they are the enduring warriors who fight on the wall or in the forts, up close with the oni, or who are at the front of our armies if any of the other clans war against us. The Hiruma family, whose original lands were lost to the Shadowlands, are our scouts, who move deep into the Shadowlands or on occasion enemy territory. The Kuni are our shugenja mages, known for proficiency the magic of the earth kami, and unparalleled-in-the-Empire knowledge of or shadowlands opponents. The Toritaka family, until recently the minor Falcon clan, are also scouts, but are masters of the art of fighting evil spirits from the realm of Gaki-do.

 

The Yasuki family, whose blood does also run through my veins, are the diplomats of the Crab Clan, long having left the Crane Clan for being a bunch of courtesy-obsessed fools. ...this is why I am, um, smaller than the average Crab samurai. They are very good at commerce, so that even the honor-obsessed clans besides the Crane work with them because the Yasuki give them the things they want, to get the things we need.

 

The Kaiu family, who I do belong to, yes, are the engineers of the Crab Clan, and the best engineers in all Rokugan, because we've done it for centuries while other clans saw it as beneath them. We're responsible for the repair and reconstruction of the Kaiu Wall when it is damaged, and were its original constructors. We also build siege engines and the like with which to strike the large oni, or during wars, the other clans' armies or fortresses, which they rarely know how to respond to -- not so beneath them after all, heh heh heh. We also know how to smith armor and weapons, and I do know how to do that even if my specialty lies in engineering."

Kusuke nodded. "I see. I don't really have all that much of a notable family or a clan to speak of. The latter thing ended up dying off eventually in my timeline. I did have a group of people that I used to work with, but. . ." He looked sideways and downward. "That ended. For the most part I've just done my own thing, mostly bounty hunting. The NOL - that's pretty much what covers for a large-scale government where and when I'm from - doesn't actually do much police work themselves, so they rely on people like me to track down criminals."

[Armok]

"No I don't know everything. Like I can't what blank boats so the timefucked metal, someone could explain that."

[Strider]

"I see. Any reason not to work on genetic self modification to keep yourselves alive as a backup? Before you discovered humans, or as a failsafe? Eh, probably doesn't matter though. . .If you'd like, I can try to work on some stuff to keep you up and running a bit longer. No rush, it sounds like, but I mean, do you want a few more years of puttering around?" Harry turned, noticing the strange lizard thing again.

 

"Uh, I guess? Does that make any sense, Proditor?" Harry didn't mention it, as that would have undermined anything interesting, but he was personally curious what Proditor could find if he were to probe this thing's mind. "Any ideas how one goes about unlocking psionic potential? Throwing shit with my mind sounds fun."

[GodofGamingRWBY]

"Angelis put all of ADVENT's genetic specialists to work on making the Avatars. She had no other goal aside from that, and believed utilizing other projects would slow down the AVATAR Project, which was something she did not want. I would personally prefer a few more years added to my life span, especially if it's simple genetic modification" Proditor replied, then paused, listening to Nhevi, "... Yes, it makes some sort of sense, but it is not something I am willing to try, specifically because I am not willing to let more be processed for the creation of an Avatar, if I can help it. Other than that, nothing of what you said makes sense” Proditor stated, directly to Nhevi, before pausing once again, thinking about Harry’s question deeply.

 

“... There is an easy way” Proditor stated, before suddenly reaching out with one of his hands, blue energy wrapping around it as he suddenly grabbed Harry’s face, allowing the Ethereal’s psionic energy to begin to wrap around Harry’s head, seeping through any opening in the head that it could find (which, thankfully, did not feel like anything to Harry).

 

At that moment, Proditor’s helm opened up completely, enveloping his head in yellow light, making it shine like a beacon as he spoke, his voice becoming much deeper than it ever had been before, “YOU SHARE THE GIFT. UNTAPPED, UNTRAINED, BUT STRONG, LIKE THE REST OF YOUR KIND. THIS GIFT SHALL FREE YOU FROM YOUR FRAGILE RESTRAINTS. REJOICE, HARRY WALTERS. YOUR EYES, SHALL BE OPENED” Proditor stated, speaking in an almost religious tone as his helm grew brighter. Then, as Harry’s eyes began to glow purple, various images flashing in Harry’s mind, completely indiscernible from each other due to the speed of which they came and gone…

 

Spoiler

New Trick!

 

(Trick)Psionic Unlock: This trick lets Proditor unlock others' psionic potential by teaching them to edit themselves out of any single target person's senses. Requires line of sight. Only works on one person at a time. Requires >6 intelligence of the user and target

 

And then, abruptly, Proditor pulled his hand back, letting it vanish beneath his cloak, “Your gift has been unlocked. It is weak right now, but will no doubt grow stronger with time. All you need to do is practice, and focus on it” Proditor explained. Sure enough, Harry could likely feel the effects of Proditor’s unlock. Specifically, this faint feel of new strength in him, along with a slightly better feel of his surroundings. Thankfully, his eyes were no longer glowing, the glow having vanished when Proditor pulled back his hand.
 

[Armok]

"Ooooh! Want! Want! Want! Pretty please?"

 

Nhevi excitedly falls from the ceiling in front of Proditor and looks up at him begging and adorable. 

[Strider]

When the alien's hand snaked out, Harry suppressed the urge to flinch away from the touch. With what he had been briefly contemplating before, i.e. the ability of someone with psionic power to control the groups perception of them, or worm their way into people's minds, and so--and then it began. His final slightly distracted thought before the rush was "Was he a lighthouse under that helmet all along", before thoughts began to fuzz together.

 

Then, as the yellow light grew brighter, it began to shift to purple, and the Ethereal's voice range out in his ears. His name was mentioned, wasn't it? He'd never heard that tone before, but the voice was familiar. The large thing? The quiet one? Purple, that fit too. Bright, bright purple, not a color that he saw often. Uniforms were black. The sky was blue, but not like this. Pale, almost gray even on the clear days. The buildings were white, gray. People might dress in purple? But it would never be this vibrant. Maybe--the purple was covered. Images began flashing, the first of a building, people above, staring down, machines, but it quickly changed, and once the images began changing, they didn't stop. Too fast to consciously interpret. Just a series of flashing strobes still speeding up into a fluctuating gray. Tension, as time seemed to wear on, with the flashing, and sound, until, there was a click, metaphorical, then silence.

 

Spoiler

Decided to start doing this. Harry gets:

Now you see me. . . (trick, level 1): Allows the user to edit themselves out of a target's senses. Requires line of site, and only works on one target at a time. Harry now has the ability to work with Psionics.

 

Harry opened his eyes. Or rather, the light cleared from them, and he blinked, the world coming into focus. It was a surprising amount of focus, and after a moment, Harry had once more regained his thoughts. He'd been given standard treatments at birth, so his eyesight would be improved by much. Simply greater awareness it seemed? There was also a strange lightness, familiar from the feeling of when one drops a burden off their back. Almost a feeling of strength, but a strength which Harry had had all along.

 

"Well. That was quite the ride. Charge some money, make your own psionic amusement park. Some people like that kind of rush. . . Ah, sorry. Thank you. This means a lot. I'll do my best to repay you, however that might be, in terms of time walking these worlds, or otherwise. So I need to train this. Specific ways, or just. . . try to lift random stuff with my mind every so often?"

Edited November 22, 2017 by Strider

[Yours Truly]

Jun stared at Proditor for what seemed to be an unnecessary long and awkward amount of time after they had suddenly decided to repeatedly yell at Harry while they did something that the ambassador hoped wouldn't do anything to damage the mind of the nice young Doctor that had oh so kindly helped to sew her wounds closed earlier. And she would cough to try and get everyone's attention before she said "Is he...going to be fine? And what did you just do to him?".

[Sutoratosu]

After she'd given Soma the Kit and let her work on it, Lucille had examined the resulting crystals after a heavy thud- sounding like something had hit flesh rather...painfully came from the other girl's direction. She was actually pretty surprised with the results, what with Soma managing to take the very small crystals she'd made and extropolating them until they were bigger than lucille's hands. She had wasted no time, going to work as she Shattered the Crystals down, just as she had with the junk spear, and once again sought to discard the property of "temporary" from their nature, and once she'd done so, she Manifested them back into physical form, though... well, it wasn't quite what she'd been hoping for:

Spoiler

(26) The result is a single crystal as large as lucile is, it is a Cluster of spheres, melded together at various points like frozen soap bubbles.

 

Still though, at least they were permanent now. And it wasn't like she lacked a means to manually separate. Chanting as a blade of sound formed in her hands, she set about trying to carve the crystals into more manageable chunks, making sure to carve one up particularly small for her purposes, and yet again, it went awry:

Spoiler

(6, 16) (49) Interestingly, she fails a few times to discover the crystals have some sort of strange sphereical fault lines, like the layers of an onion.  She gains a Pile of Round Shards, 10 Hewn Spherical Crystals, and a single Tennis Ball Crystal

 

But not enough to declare the situation FUBAR. She'd still gotten what she needed, even if there had been hiccups, and that was all that really mattered in the end. she turned to soma once the cutting was done, nodding

     "Thanks for your help. You can keep the growth kit and the refills if ya want by the way, I've gotten what I needed, plus there's plenty extra here," she gestured around at all the hewn spheres and the pile of shards, "Plus well.... you're probably better at growing them than I'd ever be, so it's for the best you hang onto it. Anyway, guess I'll take it from here, hopefully no one ends up dead"

 

She laughed, nervously, at the jest, but it quickly petered out like a pair of sails on a windless day. "Um yeh, thanks again..."

 

And with that, she had left Soma and wandered off to find somewhere quiet enough to focus, one of the seats towards the front of the bus. Sphere in one hand, conjured needle of sound in the other, her mind was practically ablaze as she spent who knows how long, sitting there, hands moving as if possessed, turning, rotating, adjusting the sphere as her fingers danced across its sleek surface, pure vibration etching countless lines and runic diagrams into it's face. Just as she had described to Soma, her purpose was simple, to figure out a way to store unneeded concepts for later, instead of discarding and thus destroying them:

Spoiler

Lucille Attempted to create the following:

Crystalline Concept Bank: A small, tenis ball sized crystal which has been engraved with various runic formulas, so small the naked eye can barely notice them. This item can be used to store loose concepts that are discarded during crafting, and upon the correct trigger word being spoke, it can also release a specified loose concept for use in crafting. Holds 5 Concepts Max, at base.

 

54 v 12!  MASSIVE OVERKILL
Quality:  MASSIVE OVERKILL

Random Bitz:  13!  Moderate Negative Random Bitz Achieved --> MASSIVE OVERKILL

Since you rolled a nat 20, you get it as stated except it's got enough capacity for 8 concepts at once. No side effects apparent.

 

 

 

"It...worked?" She reviewed the work, passing her hands over the smooth ridges and grooves carved oh so painstakingly into it. It felt fine, felt perfectly fine, yet some part of her was screaming- positively, absolutely SCREAMING at her to look closer, to scry it immediately, some deep and primal part of her brain left over from the days before man was civilized, where instincts and reflex served to keep him alive rather than knowledge and reason, and though she thought it silly she should give in to such base inclinations...

Spoiler

 

It wouldn't go away. No matter how much she tried to ignore it. If anything, it only got louder, and louder, and louder, until she was practically drowning in mental warning signs, sirens blaring left and right, every thread of her being rebelling against the very idea of simply calling this done, of taking it at face value... and it was nigh overwhelming to her. There was only thing she'd experienced before in her life that reminded of it, for the voices were quite similiar, but... but it was impossible. They were gone, they had left her on her own almost as soon as she'd fled home, left her with the database and a few basic laws to abide by and then upped and went, never to talk or teach her again. So how, and why, were they're voices back now, why were the whispers so strong in her skull, as if something, or someone, was directly crying out?

 

Were they still here? Had they always been here, waiting, watching, pretending? but for what end, why? Why lie to her, saying they could no longer guide her and the the rest was her own responsibility? Why let her believe she was even more alone than any other time before?

 

Was she just being paranoid? Were they really here, were they really trying to warn her, to save her? Was she in danger, was she about to die, were all of them about to die and leave nothing behind but charred, battered corpses or worse to float in the void? Would it be quick, or would their fates prove even worse than death? What had she done here, how could she have been so foolish as to try this completely from scratch, surely, there was something wrong, some fatal flaw that would-

     "SHUT UP, DAMN IT, I'LL DO IT!" She mentally shouted to herself, the rising tide of paranoia only grew bigger, but they easily drowned out her own voice in her head. Scrying was the only way to make it end, to shut up all the vocalizations screaming in warning, to shut up that stupid, animal part of her brain that valued survival and the worthless existence it brought above all else. And so reluctantly, she did...  and lo and behold, it was then, and only then, that they began to quiet, giving her the focus she needed...

Spoiler

Lucille Scryed the Concept Bank twice, just to be sure...

 

Quality: 1  My dice are up to their usual tricks. Lucille recieves very thorough information suggesting the thing is exactly what it appears to be.

 

Quality:  13!  Pretty solid.  The orb remains exactly what it appears to be.
 

to figure out fuck all. 

 

The voices- they're voices, the voices she could not possibly have mistaken for anything else -were gone. Not even a peep. All that surrounded Lucille was silence, eery silence, utter silence. Silence so deep and perverse, it filled her ears like wet sand and expanded until it filled every possible facet of her senses.... until the sounds of the real world began to fade back in. Her grip on the ethereal waned, until finally, it slipped altogether, and she let out a breath she did not even know she'd been holding, lungs burning, mind begging for air, a request she readily filled as she took a few panicked breaths.

    Everything leading up to this... those voices had not been in this realm. She'd been scrying, searching this whole time as she'd worked, hoping that by doing so she could catch mistakes and make sure things went smoothly...

 

And of course, that had left her wide open for one of their signals. She didn't know why, or what they'd been warning her about, but that it was indeed a warning, that much she was certain of. There was no way the Mavens would've cut themselves off so abruptly if this truly had been a situation dire enough to make them all scream. And there was no way they could've hidden themselves inside her own head either, now that she had some rationality back- their presence was an unmistakable one, one unlike anything that had ever been, could ever be, or may one day be again....

     And try as she might, she felt nothing of it. Even during the onslaught of noise, she'd felt nothing of it, the voices were theirs, but it had been hollow, empty. A vision of sorts, a premonition?... it had to be... either that, or she was going crazy. Maybe it had been indeed a caution about the object she'd just created, or perhaps the stupid, instinctual animal parts of her brain had merely twisted and misinterpreted it to fit the current situation. Either way she was absolutely certain- somehow, someway, wherever they had gone, her Mentors had tried to contact her, from somewhere, in some time.

 

And something had made them utterly terrified. And that in and of itself served to cause Lucille herself to shake just thinking of the possibilities. But even as she did so, she could feel herself beginning to nod off. How long had she been up, how much had she done since she last slept, how much energy had she expended weaving thaumic works left and right, working miracles and defying despotic eldritch gods in one dimension and then shattering and piecing back together all manners of objects in the next? How long had she even spent carving the circuits into the orb? Minutes, hours? Something felt wrong. So very, very wrong...

      

But the only thing both her body and mind cared for anymore was a break. 

 

With the orb in hand, her focus on the sounds and sensations all around her going fuzzy with fatigue, she curled up on the seat, closed her eyes shut, and tried to let the exhaustion of the feats before all of this overtake her, lull her away. 

 

But even as she did, some small part of her feared that sleeping would only open the door to much, much worse things than what she had just imagined.

     

Crafting End Results

Spoiler

Lucille receives the Following for her efforts:

 

-Crystalline Concept Bank: A small, tenis ball sized crystal which has been engraved with various runic formulas, so small the naked eye can barely notice them. This item can be used to store loose concepts that are discarded during crafting, and upon the correct trigger word being spoke, it can also release a specified loose concept for use in crafting. There appears to be nothing wrong it... Holds up to 8 Concepts Max, at base.

 

The Following items are added to the Communal Inventory:

Pile of Round Shards (x1): a Pile of round, crystaline shards created when Lucille hewed a massive block of crystal down to size. 

 

Hewn Spherical Crystals (x10): a series of crystal spheres which Lucille separated from their fused form after fixing Soma's extrapolation effect on them to be permanent.

 

[Armok]

The moment Lucille finishes her craft Nhevis head snaps toward her, completely forgetting about Proditor and everything else going on, and staring in worry maybe even horror. As she starts to fall asleep Nhevi enters some kind of bestial state of being, scuttling over on all fours and *growling* towards empty space, seeming to guard her from *something* only she could see.

[GodofGamingRWBY]

"Your psionics should grow with time, becoming stronger as barriers begin to be unlocked. However, the process would be quickened by practicing with it, in any way you see fit" Proditor stated. He had to admit, when he looked into Harry's mind to unlock his gift, the doctor did have a good amount of psionic potential... Just not to the level as others that he had encountered before. Still, he would likely watch Harry's growth with interest... As he would with the others in the group, should they unlock their own gifts.

 

Speaking of which, was Jun, who's cough caused the Ethereal to turn to face them, "He will be fine. I simply unlocked his psionic powers" he stated simply, before looking down at Nhevi, having seen her drop down a little bit ago... Only to see the creature falling asleep and growling.

 

... Strange thing, really.

[Yours Truly]

Jun glanced at whatever the hell that gecko thing was supposed to be right after she heard Proditor's response, and she then decided to ask "So can you basically do that to anyone now? And do you have some measure of control over what their first psionic power is? Or over their mind in general? And are there any risks involved with you doing this to either the recipient of the new power or yourself?". Her helmet let out a rather loud mechanical breathing noise just before she continued with "Because if the answer to that second to last thing would be 'No'...then may I ask you to do the same thing to me?".

[GodofGamingRWBY]

At Jun's questions, Proditor initially shook his head, "I am unable to unlock everyone's psionic powers, only those that have a strong enough potential. Though, since psionics tend to grow, even when unlocked, I would not be surprised if everyone in this group became unlockable. I do not have control over their first psionic power, though it tends to be light telekinetic abilities. There are no risks, however, to unlocking one's psionic powers... Though, if you wish me to also unlock yours, I would request that you remove your helmet. Those tend to get in the way" Proditor added, mainly keeping to the point. Two unlocks in a day was something Proditor himself was not used to (in fact, personal unlocks was rare for his race as a whole), but in all honesty, this group would need all of the strengths as they could get, which included their own gifts.

 

It was his task to give them those gifts.

[Yours Truly]

While Jun would normally be quite opposed to the idea of revealing her face to a member of an alien race, it was quite obvious by this point that Proditor seemed to know humanity in pretty much every single non biblical sense of the word...that and Harry was standing right there with his face in full display pretty much 24/7. And also there was that bit about the psionic alien having presumably passed by around half a dozen other unmasked human beings on his way here. This is why Jun considered Proditor's offer just enough for her to ask "How much of my helmet do I actually need to remove? Do you need to be able to have unimpeded access to any particular part of it or something?".

[GodofGamingRWBY]

"I specifically require at least one form of opening to your brain. Eyes are the most preferable, though with just that, the process would be slowed down quite a bit. The end result, however, would be the same" Proditor replied simply.

[Yours Truly]

Jun would quietly start to perform the series of not very complicated movements and button presses that would allow her to take off her helmet's visor in a way that allowed her to put it back on again in a way that doesn't involve a lot of faffing about with a very precise welder...right before she simply decided to take the whole damn thing off and stare directly at Proditor's helmet with her alert brown eyes. "Well...this is probably enough right?".

[GodofGamingRWBY]

"Yes, it will" Proditor said, right before his hand shot out again, slower this time, grabbing Jun's face as the same process as he did with Harry. There... Really wasn't much different from last time. Proditor's helmet opened up fully to allow the Ethereal to focus his power onto Jun to unlock her gift, Jun's eyes glowed purple, etc, but this time, what Proditor said was slightly different.

 

"THERE IS NOTHING FOR ME TO SAY, 'AMBASSADOR' JUN. YOU'RE MIND IS QUESTIONABLE, YOUR PAST, IS QUESTIONABLE, BUT YOUR GIFT REMAINS AS STRONG AS EVER. USE IT WISELY, FOR WITH THIS POWER COMES A GREAT RESPONSIBILITY. LET THIS GIFT OPEN YOUR EYES" Proditor stated, letting this go on for a few more seconds before pulling his hand back suddenly, letting it vanish beneath his cloak as his voice returned to normal once more, "There. You're psionic power has been unlocked as well."

[Strider]

Harry nodded, after hearing the Ethereal's response. Simple use was the best training then, something that it made sense to begin, since he had nothing else to do. The whole psionics thing was a sort of distraction from the task of helping Tattletale, but it seemed worth it. Huh. Harry wondered if the cape would want her potential unlocked, presuming she had some.

 

For now though, he simply stared at a pair of forceps sitting in front of him. In a sense, he felt the whole of the object. But not with touch, or any other sense he was familiar with. Perhaps it could best be described as pure knowledge, of the object's essence. Without being able to quite describe it, Harry began to exert a small pressure on the thin metal instrument. Not air pressure; perhaps some type of warped gravitational effect? Harry didn't know the mechanism, but that didn't really matter. All that mattered was that the gleaming instrument slowly rose up, hovering with a slight wobble a few inches above the table. With another small bit of pressure, he carefully spun the thing. It rotated smoothly for about a minute, until Harry began to tire. As his stamina wore out, he gently dropped it to the table, where it landed with a very small clack.

 

"What are your capabilities as far as psionics go? Like, what else can you do, besides lifing stuff and reading minds?" Harry asked after Proditor finished unlocking the diplomat.

Edited November 21, 2017 by Strider

[GodofGamingRWBY]

At Harry's question, Proditor's head turned, letting Jun experience her new strength as he answered the doctor's question, "I'm able to use my psionics to cause others to hallucinate, even go insane with enough force, but I can also use my psionics as a flat out combat tool, which is what this helmet is designed for-" Proditor said, a hand rising from his cloak to tap the closed helm, "With focus, I can fire concentrated bolts of psionic energy, or simply create a large 'Rift' that detonates at my command. If needed, I can also temporarily transcend into a more spiritual form, though eventually, I have to revert make to this body. Though, I am capable of temporarily transferring my being into the mind of a willing individual, effectively becoming a form of passenger for them... Though, due to the concentration I'm required to make to stay in there, my psionic control on the outside world is not as effective as it normally is" Proditor explained. The list was much larger, but those were the general basics.

[Strider]

"Thanks again. So. . . mind continuing with the story time? I'm curious, how old are you, since you said you were one of the oldest." It had been interesting, and Harry was both slightly uninspired with regard to continuing work for Tattletale and the Ethereal, and slightly distracted by the newly unlocked powers he had found.

[GodofGamingRWBY]

"Three thousand, one hundred and fourteen years old, by human standards. The only one of my kind who is older than me is Angelis, who is approximately 5 months older" Proditor stated. He wasn't too keen on continuing the 'story time' himself, but there also wasn't a reason for him to flat out deny it. In a way, it did feel a bit nice to finally explain himself to another individual.

[Strider]

"Jesus. That's old. Explains the whole wise old mentor thing, I suppose." To be honest, while Harry had mentioned continuing with questions, he was having difficulty coming up with stuff to ask. Without context, there was little more to ask about this Angelis. Maybe questions about the society they came from? In any case, Harry instead shifted the subject.

 

"Back on Earth Bet, when you got shot. That was when you were fighting with the Merchants, you said? With a drug shipment? Could you tell me a bit more about that? Because the powder wasn't drugs. It was napalm spewing bioweapons."

[GodofGamingRWBY]

At Harry's statement, specifically about the bioweapons, Proditor nearly froze, realizing how close that situation was to becoming yet another Lung incident, from the fact that it was NAPALM. Proditor had only encountered it on Earth, but it was a terrifying product to him. After a few seconds, Proditor spoke again, his voice now tense, "Yes, I was shot when fighting with several merchants. There isn't much to specifically say, aside from the fact that they were much weaker than I would, personally, have expected, though that may have had to do with their less than fragile minds" Proditor stated, then tilted his head forward slightly, "I did not know they were bioweapons, especially of that kind... But I shouldn't be too surprised. The only similarity Angelis and Humanity ever had was the willingness to use bioweapons to their advantage. At least, some humans... Like the Merchants."

[Armok]

Nhevi is still on all fours, "guarding" Lucille, but seems to be slightly more lucid again.

 

"By the way, I am still interested in getting an unlock as well, if it turns out my species can. Just watch out on the part about reading my mind, there's some SCARY stuff in there. I'll try to suppress those parts but I'm not sure I can so it might be a good idea to be in and out as quickly as possible. kly as possible. kly as possible. kly as possible. kly as possible. m pretty sure Jun IS a proper ambassador and the less diplomatic seeming pieces of equipment has something to do with that species policy of intimidation?"

[Strider]

"Merchants were just the shippers. I doubt they knew what they were. . . you probably saw their minds though, right? Anything interesting? From what I personally gathered, the powder was manufactured by a biotinker named Blasto in Boston, and the powder was being shipped to New York. When the powder is immersed in water, it creates a small plant creature, and once it's removed from water, it began spewing a burning liquid. Napalm may have been a bit mild of a descriptor, since it started to melt through the asphalt on the pier before Lucille neutered the threat, and we turned it over to the PRT. Was just curious if you knew the whole story. Personally, I appreciate a bit of resolution after a mission, or a successful fight. Lets you see who's going to be gunning for you. Specifically the Merchants and Blasto in this case." Harry shrugged, attempting to lift the forceps again as he spoke.