[Gloria Mundi] 0-1: A Whole New World

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[Gloria Mundi] 0-1: A Whole New World

Postby EvilSqueegee » Sun Jun 01, 2014 10:58 am

The paranoia is in bloom
The P.R. transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs to keep us all dumbed down
And hope that we will never see the truth around
So come on

Thyrsus [New Nature] | Free Council | E-Shaman

Gremlin pondered changing her name to Wile E. Coyote. It took her brain a moment to catch up with what had just happened, and while it did, she sat frozen on the bed. Her laptop billowed up foul-smelling smoke like the set of a really bad disaster movie. Her fingers still rested idly on the keyboard, twitching slightly. Her red hair was blasted back and her face pitch-black with charcoal from the explosion.

Little plastic keys from the keyboard stuck in the walls of her bedroom. Piles of mangled cables and spare motherboards were strewn around the densely-packed computers like Boston streets winding through an urban jungle of silicone and plastic — she was never going to find all those keys in this mess.

One of the lenses of her goggles collapsed, falling to the bed and revealing her pale skin like some kind of inverted eye-patch on her face.

“I can’t even,” she declared emphatically, looking at the shattered monitor. This network was secured. No mundane virus, hacker, or unsightly code was capable of accessing this computer — that’s why she’d been using it. Video conferencing with her fellow Voters wasn’t something she took very lightly, and heavy-handed security measures had been implemented special just for this. And that’s even considering she wasn’t using the damn Internet.

Perhaps it was time she actually acknowledged that virus that’d been going around the forums was more than just some campfire horror story for nerds. She could feel the I told you so posts coming already and set her jaw, determined not to let that thought stop her from hunting down whoever had just blown her baby to pieces.

Gremlin placed its corpse on the bed next to her with the reverence usually reserved for the coffin of a war hero, and energetically hopped to a safe patch on the floor. The Network she’d constructed wasn’t one that made use of physical technology — her systems were all wired directly into the Dataspace. Feelings, thoughts, ideas, archetypes, platonic essences: think of them like files. Firmware, drivers, programs, templates, protocols, all of that, they go along with the hardware of reality. Physical existence, the world currently known by Man, was only half of an equation. Everything is a combination of physical stuff and the data that is connected to it. There’s Formspace, occupied by things and people and places, and then there’s Dataspace, where information and non-physical things exist.

Of course, Dataspace and the world of possibilities it lead to were well beyond mortal comprehension just yet, just like how a hundred years ago the Internet was unfathomable. Gremlin preferred to stay ahead of the curve, herself. She practically lived on Dataspace tech. It made capitalizing on her devices incredibly easy for someone who understood technology that wouldn’t be invented for the next century, and given that the next century hadn’t passed yet, it made for a limited number of potential intruders.

She was dealing with someone on her own level, for once.

“Shirley, call Raven.”

“Yes, Gremlin. And don’t call me Shirley.” Her smart phone replied. Gremlin smiled at her own wit. Every time that exchange happened, she felt a little bit cooler.

Sliding off the bed, she snatched Shirley from on top of her dresser, and took wide, careful steps through the veritable junkyard that was her room until she reached the bigscreen TV on the far wall. It was a huge thing, at least five feet wide and half as tall, and it’d obviously been tampered with, rewired and rebuilt. Gremlin reached into her back pocket and pulled out a USB cable, plugging one end into her phone and the next into a socket on the TV.

If anyone in the area would have information on a Dataspace virus flying around blowing up computers that were supposed to be off-limits, Raven would probably know. If he didn’t, then she was probably never going to find out anyways. Raven was loose, sentient, self-evolving Data -- the members of other orders (hell, even some of the Free Council) insisted on calling him a Spirit. That word was inaccurate and archaic in ways that made Gremlin grimace. To call him a routine, program or even software was less than genuine, though. He was definitely some kind of file, but he was complex and sentient as any human. He’d be an artificial intelligence if he was artificial and not a naturally occurring thing. Besides, he’d learned to impact physical stuff. Maybe he’d once been firmware to some kind of physical ‘device’ — like an actual raven, perhaps — but by the time Gremlin had met him, he’d long since been detached from his original hardware and evolved into something all his own. It would explain, at least, his emerging ability to interface with the formspace.

The important part was that he only existed as Data, not as Form. That meant if she wanted to talk to him, she’d need to kick up some gear and start downloading, uploading and translating. That’s why there was a webcam on top of the TV, that’s why Shirley was plugged into it, that’s why Gremlin was glad she wasn’t strictly human.

Shirley’s dialing took a while. Despite being more technologically advanced than any government on earth could hope to be, connecting physical devices to anything incorporeal sounded disturbingly like using a dial-up modem. Things had to pass through a kind of existential firewall in order to reach full-on Dataspace. It took a moment to do and the sound was more annoying than a younger sibling on meth-infused pixie sticks, but just as Gremlin gave up and made a grab for her Sound Dampening Device, Raven’s face flickered onto the television screen and looked around.

”Yes, Gremlin?” the giant bird-head spoke. It’s voice was mangled a little by the translation program Shirley was running (Gremlin still had yet to perfect the subroutine that replicated the original voice from various samples taken from the live-stream of the entity being recorded, but it was at least functional for the time being.) Regardless, the vocals suited the way he looked just fine. He was somewhere between a rotten corpse and a rusted cyborg, electronic sparks arcing between archaic, crusty cogs and interlocking clockwork gears. His eyes were a constant, subtle swirl of thought and machinery.

Gremlin waved. “Are your boys on strike or something? Someone’s been jacking Voter networks and blowing systems without even asking if they’re mundane or real. I thought it was just some amateur prankster until they got to my internal network. I wasn’t even connected to the Sleeper Web when it happened.”

“No,” Raven narrowed his eyes at her. He spoke slowly, to assure they both understood his next question: “You dare accuse me?”

Gremlin cocked a brow. “No, I dare think you might know something was going on if there was some kind of disturbance going on in local dataspace. I also dare to think that you should know me better than that, Raven.”

The bird tilted it’s head back and looked at her from it’s place on her wall. She resisted the urge to flash it the Trek handsignal while it judged her words. Her room made for an awful Enterprise, but it was her Enterprise.

“Fine,” the bird finally spoke. “Your inner network is not alone in it’s violation. Several just like yours have also been attacked, mine included.”

Gremlin frowned. “Deliberately programmed or just pissy rogue firmware on the loose?”

“Either. All I know is that I have lost several underlings in the past day. The others whisper of The Corporate Beast, to stay away from The Lair.”

Gremlin set her jaw again. Nothing got her itching for a fight more than big, rich, fat cats picking on the home-made underground Net.

“What can you tell me about this Beast or it’s Lair?”

“You have payment, I trust.”

“Yeah.” Gremlin grabbed a three-and-a-half-inch floppy off the desk, shoving into a small drive, running a cable from the drive to her phone and swiping her finger across the screen a few times. A moment later, the upload began and the data could be seen coursing up and down the Raven’s head, electric arcs riding along his beak and flaring up in his eyes.

He wasn’t a small Intelligence, and in Dataspace, entities got to be that way by charging for everything. In the Datanet, she thought of him like the Godfather. Or at least one of his cronies. He was connected to everything, he knew everyone, and nothing was ever free. She came prepared, at least -- a small offering of Mana in exchange for information was pretty routine with Raven. Mana was, to the other Mages, some kind of mystical energy. Gremlin thought of it more like the step that came after fusion or nuclear energy — it was to Electricity what Dataspace was to the Internet.

Raven grinned. His mouth full of perfectly human teeth didn’t match his dead, robotic bird’s head at all. “The Corporate Beast serves Sintech. It infects. It’s lair is not far.”

“…Sintech cut a virus loose in Dataspace?” Gremlin swallowed. That wasn’t good. Sintech was probably the only thing she was legitimately terrified of — bumping into them was worse than running up against the police. All the evil of your typical inhuman corporate giants, with some kind of indiscernible supernatural power behind it. Dataspace was the least of their advances, and the greatest of hers. Rumor had it they might have more power than the Boston Concilium held; she’d read theories that Sintech was actually built on the Stone Assembly’s lost treasure horde of artifacts.

Gremlin took a deep breath. If Sintech was targeting Concilial systems, that probably meant they were actively attempting to dismantle Voters in the area for some reason. To her knowledge, she was the only Voter in the area, so if this thing was making it’s way through the Concilial network and popping off Voter systems, it wasn’t going to stay around for long. She had to find it and handle it, now or never — and if she didn’t, it would probably spell disaster. Sintech wanting the Libertines out of the way was unlikely to mean milk and honey were about to start flowing.

“Their loss,” Gremlin grunted, steeling herself and clenching a fist. “Nobody blows my shit up and gets away with it.” Not that she was talking to Raven at this point.

“If you insist,” Raven said, curiosity in his voice.

The grating sound of his tone changing brought Gremlin back into focus, and she cleared her throat. “Er… Thanks. Any idea where I can find this thing?”

“If I knew that, I would have removed her from my territory. Her Lair is well guarded, I assume she hides there until an escort arrives to take her to her next target. Until then, she feeds on my stores and I am displeased.”

“Right. I’ll see if I can get the job done for you before that happens.”

“As usual, your services are appreciated, Gremlin.” Raven smiled.

Yeah, right. She’d called him just to offer him her services, why not? Raven was perhaps just a little self-absorbed, but he was too useful to call out. She just grit her teeth and waved a hand at the television, it shut off and she turned to look over the room. Piles of electronics suddenly struck her eyes like a turkey dinner strikes a starving homeless man. The gears grinded behind her eyes, and she started plotting out a few toys and gadgets that would be needed to paint the town red. She felt like McGuyver. Or maybe James Bond. Or maybe Q. Or a useful Reed Richards.

Gremlin had a plan.

*          *          *

Don’t ask where she got the dentist’s chair.

She’d had to work quickly, but that wasn’t a problem. Sintech made her blood boil in it’s circuits; she was plenty motivated. Her eyes shifted mechanically from chip to card to wire to converter, her hands welding and soldering, wiring and programming. Her goggles, a complicated-looking pile of magnifying glasses, gears, blinking lights and exposed computer parts, masked what little of her face wasn’t consumed in an absurd-looking expression of concentration.

You know, the one Kelly insistently mocked her for at every opportunity.

By the time an hour had gone by, her chop-shop Techne was almost completed. The chair had sprouted tubes and cables from all along it’s back, like spines crawling out of a dead fish. She had hooked it up to a car battery, it’s charge souped up just a bit with Mana in order to tap into the Dataspace for the devices’ functions. She’d made use of the suspension arm — the one which generally held the dentist’s interrogation lamp, or so she liked to call it — to mount a computer and several devices that looked somewhat like cameras.

She took a step back and looked over her creation, peeling her goggles off of her head and resting her hands on her hips.

“88 miles an hour or bust,” she smiled, eyes wide. There were few things as awesome as making reality your bitch, and nothing did that quite like the crossroads of science and metaphysics. Boys might have laid claim to cars, but gremlin had everything else.

Throwing the goggles onto her bed, she hopped up into the chair and laid back, taking a moment to throw her hand forward and pantomime driving a low-rider with a gangster-ass lean. This continued for a minute or two, until the clock caught her glance out of the corner of her eye. Clearing her throat as if something had just caught her when she thought she was alone, Gremlin leaned her head forward and reached up to touch the back of her head with her right hand.

Her hair was in the way, but after a good little bit of searching, she fond it: A little circular port, wired into her skull. She flipped the cap open, a spring unlatching the device, and parted her hair over it. Dumb stuff got in the way of just about everything, but given that she looked terrible with a crew cut, she just dealt with the problem. She went through this every time she needed to make use of her access port, and didn’t complain. Except when she did it internally — which was all the time.

She reached up with her free hand and punched in some commands on the console that rested above the chair. The pillow on the headrest opened up behind her, and a tiny iron spike sprouted from it’s center — little electric sparks arcing up along its surface. She slowly and gently laid her head back, maneuvering a little this way and that in order to help the socket in her skull find the spike on the chair.

“Damnit. Where’s the hole? Is it in yet?” she muttered amusedly to herself. Such wit. Too bad nobody was here to hear her.

She fit, eventually, and when she did, the spike slipped into the back of her skull with a satisfying latching sound. She reached up again and typed a few more commands into the computer, her head now steadfast and locked into place, and returned her arms and legs to comfortable resting positions on the chair.

Cables erupted from under the armrests and behind her waist and ankles, buckling her in. She wriggled against them a little, checking her craftsmanship. Tight as hell — she smiled.

“Alright, Chair-o-zard. Take-off in Three… two—”

Chair-o-zard interrupted her. The entire room shook violently in a sudden, unreal explosion of existential chaos. She’d have been thrown from the chair if she hadn’t been fastened so tightly. Mana arced through her body, shooting from the tips of her limbs up her spine. It drew data from her clothes, her gadgets and her toys, as it went. The sensation was tingly and really uncomfortable. The walls of the room and bed vibrated so much they melted into a mere blur, like she was looking at them through smoked glass.

And then the Firewall hit. Or, rather, she hit the Firewall. Ever seen one of those movies where the Hulk breaks through a brick wall? This is what that must feel like. The chair was falling through reality, and for a moment Gravity didn’t seem to work normally. As if she was miles and miles in the sky, as if the ground had quickly melted away and left nothing beneath it, the chair she was in lost it’s grip on it’s location and she began to fall in place. Either that, or everything else was falling up and away from her -- It was difficult to tell, the place between Spaces was an awkward one that didn’t seem to follow the basic rules of physics. When she collided with the Firewall, it was a combination of sudden and almost violent impact with something pseudo-solid. It was like punching into the water from a really high jump, but instead of the smack of concrete-like surface, there was instead a powerful jolt of electrocution that bolted through her form, head to toe.

She sank through the Firewall, and then her fall was stopped in an instant, without warning. Though the material of the chair and her body didn’t seem to move at all, the free-falling sensation ended with a powerful and painful jolt as the momentum-that-wasn’t left her body. It knocked the wind out of her.

“—three,” she groaned, and rested for a moment. After several seconds passed, the grips on her wrists and ankles and waist unclasped and retracted into the chair. She reached up and punched in a few keys on the keyboard. The latch in the back of her head gave way and the spike retracted back into it’s lair within her pillow.

“Note to self: Adjust countdown sensitivity from three to five,” she muttered, slowly sitting up in the chair. One of her eyes felt warm and lit up slightly as it received her command, recording the note for future reference. She took a few minutes to catch her breath and let the world stop spinning — Jacking In was a hell of a ride every time, but normally it was easier to handle because it happened when you expected it to.

Dataspace was quiet. She’d have said too quiet, except doing so would have broken the silence. Man had yet to truly tame it, and even if they tried they would probably fail. It was inhospitable — partially by choice. Like any firmware, if you understood the code, you could determine alot about the hardware it was attached to, and even the most rookie Dataspace Programmer could tell you that, for the most part, Data simply didn’t like Form. The two were kind of like mutually abusive lovers; they needed each other and hated it, and only a crazy motherfucker ever dared come between them.

She resented being called a crazy motherfucker.

The cabal’s Sanctum’s Data was riddled with circuits and wires, little motes of electricity zipping along the walls. Cameras in the corners turned to look at her, blinking and tilting themselves curiously with the attentive intelligence a squirrel might have watching a cat. Outside, an endless storm seemed to rumble, rainless and windless but tense all the same. The air here was hostile, and it felt stiff. It didn’t seem to want to acknowledge Gremlin’s presence and refused to get out of the way when she walked, as a result it grated against her skin uncomfortably.

She left the house, looking up and down the road. It seemed to stretch on and on and on for miles and miles, wide and solid and riddled with pot-holes. The sea, not far from here, was so vast it threatened to swallow everything whole. It wouldn’t even notice itself doing so, nor would it care. It was simply struggling to survive, just like the sky, the clouds, the road and her Sanctum. Just like the little electric imps that zipped up and down the power lines overhead.

The Intelligences Gremlin was going to encounter here in Home’s Reflection, much like those alien little imps, weren’t a threat. That didn’t stop her from pulling the massive, high-tech looking gun from behind her waist, though. It was entirely too big for a girl her size. Somehow, though, she managed.

She also pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at her reflection on it’s crisp, scratch-less surface. In the Dataspace, everything seemed a little more true to itself, a little bit of what the ancient mystics might have called the God Within shone through. And in Gremlin’s case, that was doubly so. Being something halfway between Data and Form left quite a mark on her firmware.

Seams ran along her face and skin, plates of armor taking the form of a human being. Her eyes were no longer eyes but cameras, lodged in her head and covered by makeshift little metal eyelids that blinked and turned like the most advanced animatronics. Her signature red hair covered up circuitry and wires. In Formspace, she wasn’t quite so robotic. She’d even pass a medical exam at the hospital, not that it’d ever come to that — she could just repair herself — but here, the data that her Jacked In form translated to was all there was to see. The Matrix didn’t give a damn how she looked, only what she actually was on the inside.

“Shirley,” she spoke to the phone, and it’s screen flickered on. Reaching into her pocket once more, she drew out what looked like a marble with a USB plug on one side: Another toy she’d cooked up a few of. It was an anchor for a program to run from, and she was glad to finally get the chance to try it out — it was probably the coolest gadget she’d ever built. She plugged it into her phone and swiped her fingers across the screen. “Upload.”

“Yes, Gremlin. And don’t call me Shirley.”

The Anchor contained enough software and AI routines in it to support the functions she’d need. She clipped the phone to her belt as the device downloaded the phone’s files and data, and before long it hummed to life and beeped at her. She tapped a button and it projected a small hologram of a six-inch-tall girl, blue and circuited from head to toe.

“Hello, Shirley,” Gremlin smiled. She tried not to look as relieved as she was: It’d worked, and that was more than she’d expected of it.

Shirley blinked and looked around, inspecting her hands for a moment. “Woah.”

Gremlin grinned. She dubbed herself Frankenstein in her head, though it was worth noting her monster was a hell of a lot cooler than a freakin’ zombie. At some point she’d need to download the memories out of the phone… imagine what it’d be like to experience reality for the first time and actually be able to remember it. What thoughts run through the mind of something that’d just been brought to life? What were the first things a newborn intelligence noti--

“--I’m freaking Cortanna!” Shirley shouted, angrily, looking up at Gremlin with her little fists on her little hips. She obviously didn’t approve of the look.

Gremlin blinked, taking a step back. That wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting. “Yeah, so? Wanna fight about it?” Her voice was sarcastic, and only after she’d said it did she remember she was kind of holding a BFG in one hand.

Shirley opened her mouth and pointed up at Gremlin, but before any words could form, she thought twice, and lowered her hand.

“Thought so. C’mon, we’re going for a walk. There’s a rampaging virus on the loose and we’re going a-cleaning -- Personally.” Gremlin twirled the gun on her finger. She almost dropped it on account of how big it was, and there was a moment of her chasing it across the yard, juggling it before she could get it under control again.

Shirley facepalmed, trying to ignore Gremlin’s idiocy. “Fine. Why wake me up for this?”

Gremlin caught her balance and looked over her shoulder at the AI, deciding it was best if she just pretended that she’d meant to do that. “I figured if I converted you to pure Data, your GPS apps would be easier to run in Dataspace,” she explained, clearing her throat and smoothing her shirt out. Except it wasn’t a shirt anymore, just robotic plating, so it scraped loudly at her. She looked down at it, bewildered, but just kept talking.

“I need you to find the damn Virus before I can blast it. You’re looking for Sintech code, it’ll have that obnoxious inefficient corporate junk code that they don’t want to pay too much for, with lots of obvious and unnecessary commenting in it. Plus it’s dangerous out here. I shouldn’t go it alone.”

“What’s in it for me?” Shirley asked, but she was climbing up Gremlin’s cybernetic leg anyways, coming to perch on her shoulder. Gremlin could hear the phone’s electronics clicking to life while the little AI shifted gears.

“I’ll keep you awake longer than an hour,” Gremlin offered. “But only if this works.”

“Deal,” Shirley decided out loud, after some deliberation. She sounded the way you might expect a cat to, striking a deal with it’s human in order to exchange pettings for food. Her eyes started glowing and her little blue body lit up with shimmering, shifting patterns of light. She turned her head, searching.

“Southwest. It’s a ways out there, along the coast,” she said after a moment.

Gremlin spun so the shore was on her left and held up the gun next to her head, and it’s massive barrel almost smacked Shirley off her shoulder.

“Watch it, woman,” Shirley snapped.

“Sorry,” Gremlin offered. She lifted the gun up in front of them and pointed it in the direction Shirley had indicated. “Gun-Ho?” She started walking down the road.

Shirley groaned. “Your offer of consciousness is getting less appealing by the second.”

*          *          *

Segment 3 coming soon

Dice, if it floats your boat:
Spoiler: show
Paradox: Greater Spirit Summons: Absorbing up to 3.
Base 2, -1 Tool = 1
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:

Greater Spirit Summons (Spirit 3): Not forcibly called.
Gnosis 3 + Spirit 3 + Chanting 2 - Spirit Rank 3.
EvilSqueegee rolled 5d10:
10, 2, 2, 2, 5

Paradox: Spirit Road: Absorbing up to 3.
Base 2, +1 Previous Dox, -1 Tool = 2
EvilSqueegee rolled 2d10:
5, 10
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:

Spirit Road (Spirit 3):
Extended, TN = Gauntlet strength (2)
Costs 1 mana

Gnosis 3 + Spirit 3 + Chanting 2 - 1 Dox
EvilSqueegee rolled 7d10:
9, 7, 7, 8, 5, 2, 6

Paradox: Rouse Spirit: Absorbing up to 3.
Base 2, +2 Previous Dox, -1 Tool, -2 Shadow = 1
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:

Rouse Spirit (Spirit 3): targeting her smart phone.
PFR: 3/3/2. 10/10 Essence. 6/6 WP. 3/3 Corpus.
Numena: Pathfinder variant, Mechanical Possession
Influence: Phones 2
Manifestations: Twilight Form, Reaching

Gnosis 3 + Spirit 3 + Chanting 2 = 8
EvilSqueegee rolled 8d10:
1, 9, 10, 2, 4, 1, 4, 7

Numena - Pathfinder Variant
Power 3 + Essence Boost 3 + Finesse 3 + Essence Boost 3 + Willpower 3 - Target spirit's Rank (2) = 13
EvilSqueegee rolled 13d10:
8, 5, 7, 9, 4, 10, 1, 3, 9, 6, 6, 7, 9

Paradox: Enhance Chassis: Not Absorbing.
Base 2 + Previous Doxes 3 - 1 Tool, -2 Shadow = 2
EvilSqueegee rolled 2d10:
9, 4
Havoc! Wisdom check = 7
EvilSqueegee rolled 7d10:
6, 2, 3, 6, 3, 10, 5

Enhance Chassis (Matter 3, Honing the Form equivalent): Enhancing Strength. Costs 2 mana.
Gnosis 3 + Matter 3 + Chanting 2 + 3 Willpower -1 Dox = 10
EvilSqueegee rolled 10d10:
10, 9, 5, 6, 7, 8, 6, 1, 5, 3

Heavy Lifting: Fails.
Strength 4 (Base 1 + Enhance Chassis 3) + Stamina 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 7d10:
5, 1, 2, 4, 7, 10, 5
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:

Paradox: Indpendant Kinetic Unit: Not Absorbing
Base 2 + Previous Dox Threats 4 - Tool 1 - Shadow 2 = 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 3d10:
2, 5, 3

I.K.U (Spirit 3 + Forces 3): Sentient Kenisis
Costs 1 mana. Lasts 1 scene. TK strength 3.
Gnosis 3 + Forces 3 + Chanting 2 = 8
EvilSqueegee rolled 8d10:
9, 8, 5, 7, 10, 3, 10, 1

Heavy Lifting Group Effort: Gremlin leading, IKU assisting. Base STR total 7
IKU: Strength 3 + Creator's Gnosis 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 6d10:
5, 2, 3, 3, 7, 6
Gremlin: Strength 4 + Stamina 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 7d10:
7, 10, 9, 5, 6, 10, 1
EvilSqueegee rolled 2d10:
9, 10
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:
5 successes! Effective STR 12 = Lift 3000, Move 2000, Swing 1500.

Paradox: Animating Objects: Not Absorbing
Base 2 + Previous Dox Threats 5 - Shadow 2 - Tool 1 = 4
EvilSqueegee rolled 4d10:
5, 9, 1, 4
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Re: [Gloria Mundi] 0-1: A Whole New World

Postby EvilSqueegee » Sun Jun 01, 2014 12:32 pm

Dice, Continued
Spoiler: show
Havoc! Wisdom check 7
EvilSqueegee rolled 7d10:
7, 10, 2, 3, 1, 1, 1

Animating Objects (Alchemical Creations [Spirit 3 + Matter 3])
Influence: Plastic 2. Rank 1 spirits inside the objects. PFR 3/3/2.
Twilight Form & Possession Manifestations.
Blast & Camoflage Numen.
Batch one
EvilSqueegee rolled 10d10:
9, 6, 9, 3, 1, 5, 5, 10, 8, 2
Batch two:
EvilSqueegee rolled 10d10:
1, 8, 10, 3, 4, 6, 7, 2, 5, 10
Batch three:
EvilSqueegee rolled 10d10:
9, 8, 10, 3, 10, 4, 9, 2, 4, 10

Paradox: Cloaking Device (Imbued Item): Not Absorbing
Base 2 + 6 Dox Threats - Shadow 2 - tool 1 = 5
EvilSqueegee rolled 5d10:
7, 7, 9, 8, 6
Bedlam! Moving this to a previous spell in the solo for narrative flavor.
Activation: Cloaking Device
Spending 1 mana out of the Device. 12 remaining.
Gnosis 3 + Forces 3 - Dox 2
EvilSqueegee rolled 4d10:
6, 6, 4, 1

Spirit Attack During Cloak Failure
Power 3 + Finesse 3, + WP 3 - Defense 3. Damage +3L, Armor 2/1
EvilSqueegee rolled 6d10:
3, 4, 7, 9, 9, 4

Paradox: Cloaking Device Attempt 2 (Imbued Item): Not Absorbing
Base 2 + 7 Dox Threats - Shadow 2 - tool 1 - 5 mana from device (7 remaining) = Chance Die
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:
Activation: Cloaking Device Attempt 2
Spending 1 mana out of the Device. 6 mana remaining.
Gnosis 3 + Forces 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 9d10:
10, 6, 7, 4, 1, 7, 8, 4, 10

Spirit Fight: How's it going, little guys? (Narrative outcome decided, Dice relaying the flow of the battle)
Power 5 + Finesse 5 (3&3 with Essence boosts of 2 each)
EvilSqueegee rolled 10d10:
7, 3, 6, 8, 10, 6, 7, 6, 7, 4

Enemies P3+F3
EvilSqueegee rolled 6d10:
2, 10, 5, 8, 5, 10

Power 5 + 5 + WP
EvilSqueegee rolled 13d10:
5, 6, 7, 8, 7, 9, 6, 8, 6, 4, 3, 10, 5

Enemies 3 + 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 6d10:
8, 9, 7, 4, 1, 9

Batch 1: P5+F5+Last WP+2 Essence for 4 dice (1 essence left)
EvilSqueegee rolled 16d10:
1, 8, 5, 5, 10, 3, 10, 8, 1, 10, 4, 5, 1, 9, 10, 5
EvilSqueegee rolled 4d10:
4, 10, 5, 10
EvilSqueegee rolled 2d10:
3, 10
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:

Batch 2: P5+F5+Last WP+2 Essence for 4 dice (1 essence left)
EvilSqueegee rolled 16d10:
5, 2, 1, 10, 8, 10, 10, 10, 8, 7, 1, 7, 8, 1, 10, 7
EvilSqueegee rolled 5d10:
6, 7, 1, 1, 1

Batch 3: P5+F5+Last WP+2 Essence for 4 dice (1 essence left)
EvilSqueegee rolled 16d10:
4, 5, 2, 1, 4, 4, 6, 2, 2, 4, 9, 6, 2, 9, 6, 3
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Re: [Gloria Mundi] 0-1: A Whole New World

Postby EvilSqueegee » Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:05 pm

More Dice, Continued
Spoiler: show
Control Spirit (Spirit 3): "Submit."
Gnosis 3 + Spirit 3 + Willpower 3
EvilSqueegee rolled 9d10:
2, 1, 2, 3, 7, 6, 9, 9, 2
Spirit's Resistance
EvilSqueegee rolled 5d10:
10, 4, 3, 3, 2
EvilSqueegee rolled 1d10:

Kill-Shot: Spirit can't resist, so no dice: Dex 2 + FIrearms 2 + Supertech spec, +3L = 9 auto-damage.
No need for Breaking Point check, it's an evil spirit not a human being.
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Re: [Gloria Mundi] 0-1: A Whole New World

Postby EvilSqueegee » Fri Jun 06, 2014 7:05 pm

Bump! Segment 2 is live.
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