Futuristic Agent of Maniacles OOC and Characters

[TheAdept]

The Finder Twin arc has ended.

I know, but nobody else in the group besides Denton went to the island

 

[Darkling0096]

I think Fizzy?

 

[TheAdept]

I think Fizzy?

Did you play one of the Unnatural Campus RPs? There were like a hundred of those on several websites XD

 

[mmarage]

I know, but nobody else in the group besides Denton went to the island

I know, I just wanted to clarify that before anyone threw the idea out there that it was generated from the Finder Twins' memories.

 

[Darkling0096]

No, but I specifically remember a tidbit shared where Fizzy went with Denton to an island, wherein he got kneecapped. As far as I can tell, based on other conversations and what's been put forth here:
These memory fragments are based on past trauma
Something was said about it being Fizzy's turn but Frei had something to take care of.
We've had a pretty good idea for a while that Fizzy's fragment would involve where he lost his feet.
Out of the entire group, Fizzy, Sam, Denton, Kotsu, and Vivian remain (maybe Owl, unless that mind-dive where she was violated does not count). Sam's involves a nuclear facility, Kotsu's likely involves this "angel" character and poison, and Vivian... we constantly forget exists. I hope that changes before the arc ends, but Vivian doesn't have much of an impact and she doesn't strike me as someone who would have trauma on an island.
So, I know Fizzy and Denton both have trauma on an island, and I recall that we're waiting for Frei to come back and start Fizzy's arc, so it stands to reason that, based on your reaction to the island, this must be the island where the espionage mission went wrong (I think it had something to do with the genocide spell) and fizzy lost his feet.
I use my brain.

Did you play one of the Unnatural Campus RPs? There were like a hundred of those on several websites XD

 

[Darkling0096]

I have a bad history with academy roleplays, anyway

 

[TheAdept]

Wait...Fizzy was on the island during the genocide spell?

Damnit, and to think I used to be the GM...

 

[Darkling0096]

Don't ask me, I've got a depressed ghost of a gist of an understanding of the two weeks I missed. I think so, Sam and Fizzy had a drunk conversation about it when Fizzy was trying to get laid, and instead got laid out

 

[Darkling0096]

I'll find a link

 

[mmarage]

Wait...Fizzy was on the island during the genocide spell?

Damnit, and to think I used to be the GM...

I don't think that he was, unless Freikugel can clarify whether he was or not. His character was Sveta.

 

[GamerCarrot]

No, but I specifically remember a tidbit shared where Fizzy went with Denton to an island, wherein he got kneecapped. As far as I can tell, based on other conversations and what's been put forth here:
These memory fragments are based on past trauma
Something was said about it being Fizzy's turn but Frei had something to take care of.
We've had a pretty good idea for a while that Fizzy's fragment would involve where he lost his feet.
Out of the entire group, Fizzy, Sam, Denton, Kotsu, and Vivian remain (maybe Owl, unless that mind-dive where she was violated does not count). Sam's involves a nuclear facility, Kotsu's likely involves this "angel" character and poison, and Vivian... we constantly forget exists. I hope that changes before the arc ends, but Vivian doesn't have much of an impact and she doesn't strike me as someone who would have trauma on an island.
So, I know Fizzy and Denton both have trauma on an island, and I recall that we're waiting for Frei to come back and start Fizzy's arc, so it stands to reason that, based on your reaction to the island, this must be the island where the espionage mission went wrong (I think it had something to do with the genocide spell) and fizzy lost his feet.
I use my brain.

Viv's trauma is not on an island.

 

[Darkling0096]

Gotha, there it is.

After arriving at the motel, Samantha assigned her bike a new parking spot by the entrance and went inside. Setting her suitcase on the bed and depositing her drones on the end table, she showered and took a power nap before she was supposed to meet Fizzy Roy for drinks. Putting on a dress, she opted not to cover her prosthetics, since apparently Fizzy found that aspect of her interesting.

Of course Fizzy Roy arrived first, and expecting the lady he arranged a spot in the balcony with a wonderful view. The place luxurious, one of the many advantages of the income of a long time mercenary.

A couple of soft cushioned chairs and a single table, the man stood there watching the sea but turned around as soon as Sam arrived. He wore casual short jeans that reached his knees revealing his prosthetic legs and a polo shirt.

"Glad you could make it" said with a smile that revealed confidence in the fact that Sam would certainly come.

"Wouldn't miss it," Sam replied, returning the smile. "Did I keep you waiting long?"

"Time is irrelevant when is about a fine lady" replied Roy

They took their seats and the bartender took their orders

"So, it's been less than a day but what so you think about this island?"

"It's definitely unique." Sam nodded as she looked over the menu. There were too many wine options for her taste, but that was to be expected. "The bridge was jam packed, but it is a tourist spot."

"Isn't it ? Been living here for already two months . And is a wonderful place"

He took a sip of his drink, a spirit made of coconut

"But that mayor, can't say I trust him. Either he is a real god or he performed a wonderful trick on is, but after all that I've seen, he could be pretty much a deity and damn..."

"Well, he's lying, nothing really happens." Sam shrugged as she sipped her pina colada. "But if he's legit, then maybe we could find Hephaestus and convince him to make us better prosthetics.."

Fizzy laughed

"This bad guy had turned pretty good" stated as he patted his knees
"A nice madam made 'em. And in five years they hadn't failed me. How about yours?"

"Only broke the arm once, and that was because I had to airdrop a fire mage while he was lit up." She shrugged. "But an upgrade is never a bad thing. How'd you lose your legs?

Fizzy smiles

"That's classified information"

.....

What the heck, she is a nice girl and damn, that's one curvy figure

"Ever heard of the island of Gotha?"

"Top secret, huh?" Sam smirked, "How do I get clearance?" She winked and sipped her drink.

"Didn't spend much time looking around when I was deployed. Too good at my job, know how it is?" Fizzy was definitely a handsome individual. Tall, strong, that was attractive to most people, right? Then again, she'd never really stopped to consider what was attractive when she was in high school.

That's definitely the signal... Thought Roy

"Maybe we could go to my place after a few drinks, we could chat a bit more over there."

"Sounds like a plan. Your ride or mine?"

......

Fizzy Roy took Sam to his place, a small villa located outside of the city. Both chatted about trivial themes on the ride, and both had drank their good fare of drinks

Fizzy wasn't completely drunk but the presence of alcohol could be noticed. He invited Sam to the main room

"Anything to drink Sam?" He asked

Sam wasn't drunk by any means either. Perk of having a Russian roommate and money to spend, you get drunk a lot. "I'll take a beer."

"A beer it is"

They both drank and drank until...

"So the prosthetic legs, you see I was at Gotha, back then like nine or ten years ago, there was this cult, a bunch of fanatic mages trying to perform some obscure ritual"

He took a sip of his beer

"Few know as its a secret, but there was a mage training facility at Gotha island, the mages there were being sacrificed by this cult. I was deployed at that island... Thing is, I got in between the battle between the mages and the cult.... The funny thing is, that despite all that magic, I was shot in the joints of my leg by one of them, no magic involved at all"

He remembered a scene, a man that you could have called the most boring looking man ever caught him and effortlessly shoot him down at the legs, he was sure that man was going to kill him, yet unexpectedly he said something like "Consider yourself lucky, I was hired just to stop any external intervention, my contract doesn't mention to kill" His tone as boring as his face, And then the man left abandoning FIzzy to his fate

"Denton surely was mad when he learned about my little incident hahahah"

"That sucks!" Sam set her beer down and cleared her throat.

"When I was in special forces, I was supposed to cripple a bio-nuclear plant. The core was so hot I burned my hand and cut the wrong wire. I was dead center of Japan's most recent plant explosion." She sounded proud of that. "I was the only survivor for twenty miles. I was halfway out in the shell, that's why it only took my limbs. Man, that was a lot of bio-nuclear fuel cells."

"Damn hospital nearly gutted me. 'Too dangerous for you to have kids', bitch, I ain't got no legs to spread, how am I supposed to get pregnant?" Sam waved it off and chuckled. "Jokes on them, my turn to kick the wheelchair."

Roy replied
"That's a rough one, I've met many strong man and women in the battlefield lose their limbs, technology's surely help us, but not everyone has the resources, we were lucky I guess"

Then Fizzy Roy stood up.

"But we are alive, enough of sad stories, shall we get comfty at the bedroom?" The man winked at Sam

"After all we both know why I invited you here and why you accepted. Let's have some fun"

He knew Sam wanted intel about Denton, and he was willing to let something slip in exchange of bedroom action.
There was more this time though. The girl was different, special, she lived and suffered in the battlefield just like him. It's been a long time since Fizzy Roy felt interested in more than just sex with a girl

"Sounds like fun. Not my bed we're breakin'." Sam chuckled as she stood and stumbled a bit. For show, of course. Her eyes weren't the only guide for her legs, she had too much circuitry for them not to have some degree of stabilizers.

She almost regretted that this was just for information, she hadn't had someone she could swap stories with in a while.

Both got readied in the bed, a king size, adopted their respective positions.
Fizzy admired the figure of the woman, even her prosthetics, which he thought gave her a special charm.
He played with touches and kisses and then...

The man dropped his jeans, slowly took his underpants off, his eyes fixated on Sam and then.... he revealed it
He was very proud of it, technology could make wonders, it turns out his legs weren't the only thing that was artificial

"I want you to know, I'm sorry for this," Sam said before driving her knee upwards into Fizzy's crotch.

Something was wrong...
Something was clearly wrong
It usually didn't turned out that way
The thing is, he wanted to enjoy it, so he asked for it to be more sensitive
Grave mistake

Fizzy Roy could fell all his insides about to erupt, one thing was to receive the knee in the balls, another completely different was to receive a prosthetic knee in the crotch.
He fell and rolled while throwing himself out until he simply faded

"It's not that you're not attractive, I'm just not willing to put my body out that far," Sam winced as Fizzy collapsed. "Shit, he wasn't supposed to die." Quickly dressing herself, she paused. "If that's an accurate replica, you had to have been popular."

Now came the "fun" with air quotes part. Sam's thing was sabotage, not espionage. Out of respect for a fellow fallen soldier, she put his underwear back on him before sitting him in a chair and tying him to it, waiting for him to wake up. While he was out, she began flipping through any files and devices in the room for information.

As she intended to interrogate him, she'd need something to threaten him with, she whistled for her bike, going outside just long enough to pull a hover ring off and acquire a sword.

"Oh crap"

Fizzy realized he was into a bad situation as soon as he woke up. He couldn't move, first thing he wondered was if what was between his legs was still ok or no, it still pained him

"What the hell Sam, I thought something was going on, I really did!!" Exclaimed the man in despair

"Look, Fritz, it's not that I don't like you, it's that the guy you work for ordered the shooting of unarmed civilians for no reason." Sam pulled up a chair across from Fizzy. "I need information on Denton and Morgan. She got old man brain in my hair."

Fizzy was dissapointed, of course she just wanted the info

"Well though luck, I won't spil the beans so easily!" Exclaimed defensively

"I basically just re-castrated you. There are fates worse than death, you know. I've experienced a few. Limbless, paralyzed, in a mental facility full of perverted old men that prey on their patients. I can do that to you. I don't want to, but I'll do what I have to." She gestured at the points of his body she'd cut to accomplish this as she spoke. She sighed and leaned back.

"Besides, as far as you telling the boss about tonight, I can very easily cry rape. Say you drugged me. It's technically true, alcohol is a drug. You can either tell me what I want to know and we can move on from tonight with a personal grudge, or I can ruin your career. You know how the judicial system is when a woman calls a man a predator. Guilty until proven innocent."

The man sighed, there were three options, one was to spil what he knew about Denton and Morgan, the other, get his whole life ruined, heck, Sam could even kill him if she wanted, a few decades ago that was an useless method as no one wants to kill the guy with information, but nowadays they can just remove your brain and scan it in a black market for a high sum.

"All right, all right, calm down Sam!"

....

"It's Gotha, remember I mentioned that to you, I lost my legs there. Well I wasn't the only one, Denton was there as well, he worked undercover in that island... and Morgan was there as well, that woman, Denton met her in that place, they've been working together since that time.
Nothing was the same after Gotha, Denton changed.... I changed, Denton became gloomier, sadder, he often would lock himself in his room for all day and then he would have nightmares... I'm sure he did, I could hear him sometimes; at the next day he would woke sleepless and continue working for hours. I don't know exactly what he had to do or what he lived in that island, but he wasn't the same anymore. We separated after that..."

It seemed as if he had finished however after a silence he continued. He kept many things inside him, together with the drunkness he felt relieved to be able to say it all

"There was a man in that place. Ace Stardust, I get the shivers each time I remember him. He was a chronomage, you get that Sam!? A mage able to manipulate flows of time, the most dangerous mage I've ever met. He lead the cult in that island, they destroyed the mage training facility, sacrificed many people, even colaborated with demons... I swear, you think Denton is an asshole, but in the field people has to take desicions, choices that made them look like real monsters; but that man, Ace Stardust, he was truly, deep from the heart, an evil man. He is officially dead, but sometimes I get the cold feeling he could still be around"

"And that woman, Morgan... I can feel her cold glance crossing through my back, just like it did back then... I don't trust her. I bet she had some infuence on Denton's change..."

Finally the man stopped telling his tale. He felt relieved and also guilty for betraying his friend.

"Before you leave, let me ask you something Sam. You inquired, got angry and even punched him in the face because he killed the civilians. He did it because the pest wasn't something population could know about.... But, Sam, did you ask him, how he felt about it? How that event is torturing his mind? Denton is not a monster, you may have just know me and be a little upset with me, but trust me here, Denton is working for a greater good, he is suffering as much as you do."

Sam's face flashed through several emotions. Relief, she didn't have to get physical. Surprise, she hadn't expected Denton, Morgan, and Fizzy to go back that far. And then a little bit of regret. Nobody was that evil. "That's all I needed. I'm sorry it had to end this way, Fizzy. It was nice to swap war stories." She straightened the hover ring into a sword and hacked Fizzy's right hand free. "I promise you, it's nothing personal."

Bending the sword back into a hover ring she grabbed her purse and left. Putting the wheel back on, she drove back to the motel.

Fizzy stood there astounded for several minutes after Sam left the place

What a woman, he thought feeling even more attracted to her

 

[Darkling0096]

Looking back, I cringe at my attempts to convey emotions through words. I suck at it

 

[mmarage]

Ah, I suppose then it could be Fizzy's manifestation. But... it doesn't explain the mish mash of other landscapes, the chains, or the barrier.

 

[Darkling0096]

Theoretically, a chronokinetic could manipulate the flow of time for specific areas? Time and space are very closely linked, screw one and you can punch a hole in both, it might be fragmented reality around the source.

Or just the Sandlands being a dick, I dunno. I'm usually a lore junkie, but there's not much for me to work with, I'm grasping at straws

 

[mmarage]

True, there's not much to work with here. There's information that may currently be hidden for all you know.

 

[Darkling0096]

Oh, I know there's a lot hidden from me. I like knowing shit, which is why I tend to play Caster in DnD (Although never a cleric unless it's a party of clerics calling ourselves the Confessional and we tell everything we kill that it's forgiven right before we kill it.) I can justify high Int and Wiz stats and pass most brain checks with relative ease. This is basically the first time I've played something besides a bard or wizard

 

[mmarage]

I see. lol Hmmm... I guess I can be a little helpful in this instance for someone who favors using magic users as well. The notion of chains have come up in this specific RP before.

 

[Darkling0096]

But I never say "I seduce the door". Nah, if the door's locked I use my Tiefling's Thaumaturgy to shake the hell out of whoever's inside till they run out screaming, get shanked, and the door's unlocked for me, plus I pick up the key from the corpse

 

[mmarage]

But I never say "I seduce the door". Nah, if the door's locked I use my Tiefling's Thaumaturgy to shake the hell out of whoever's inside till they run out screaming, get shanked, and the door's unlocked for me, plus I pick up the key from the corpse

I've yet to try and flirt using my tiefling bard. 20 Charisma, buuuuut I'm pretty sure if I try to screw the demons, he'll end up being screwed harder. lol

 

[Darkling0096]

I feel like your bard would get a kick out of Lillem. The group disappeared on me after one session, so she's frozen at level 1 with no achievements save a Nat 20 on her first initiative roll and successfully scaring like two goblins with a baby earthquake

 

[mmarage]

I feel like your bard would get a kick out of Lillem. The group disappeared on me after one session, so she's frozen at level 1 with no achievements save a Nat 20 on her first initiative roll and successfully scaring like two goblins with a baby earthquake

lol Nice. Level 5 bardy boy who has been knocked unconscious a few times, died once in another campaign. Decapitated, and then his friend got eaten by a black dragon trying to recover his body.

 

[Darkling0096]

Jeez. I can picture them swapping stories and complaining about how the tavern already has a performer so they actually have to pay for room and board.

"What happened to you?"

Pissed off the wrong dragon. You?

"Not a damn thing."

 

[mmarage]

lol Technically it was a bunch of duergar that killed 'im and they just fed his corpse to their pet dragon in the underground lake.

 

[Darkling0096]

Speaking of dragons and lakes, what if a Dragon Turtle had enough sediment on his back that trees were growing out of his shell and he was relatively friendly.
Would you visit that floating island?