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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 10:02:39 PM »
You can't refute math!

On a more game related note Excellent Success is Excellent. What bonus do I get?

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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 06:33:06 PM »
...I'm worried. I am famous in my gaming group for having consistently horrible rolls. Could this be a changing point in my dice-rolling life!?

Since you're meant to roll low, probably. Either that or you suddenly start rolling consistent 100's

I just jinxed it, didn't I?

Jinxed it all over the place.

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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 05:01:13 PM »
...I'm worried. I am famous in my gaming group for having consistently horrible rolls. Could this be a changing point in my dice-rolling life!?

Since you're meant to roll low, probably. Either that or you suddenly start rolling consistent 100's

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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 11, 2011, 01:55:47 PM »
“I’ll go with Ace and Oriole to the lab because I can probably do more good there. We should compare each other’s skill sets to determine the best method of entry. I won’t lie, it’s been a while and I am having some issues remembering what each of you is good at. Interrogation, disguise, and CQC are my specialties. If you think of an idea please forward it to me, I have to make some calls to see about a way in.”

Khalil sends an order to his bike making sure it’s ready for the trip while quickly sending a stream of messages to his contacts. He’s going to be careful about this one because the last thing he needs is everyone knowing they are investigating Reb. The buzz of information streaming in front of him is distracting but even more so is the thought that his dreams seem to be coming true.  

Edit: Forgot my rolls.

Networking: Hypercorps (55+20 for taking extra time) [75]
Rolling 1d100:
(18): Total = 18

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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 11, 2011, 01:18:42 AM »
testing as well

Rolling 1d100:
(14): Total = 14

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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 10, 2011, 12:14:31 PM »
I hate to double post but I was curious as to how dice rolls would work?

Also just a little note to everyone. The message that has Khalil's contact info comes in on cartoony bear stationary. Coza knows he hates it and so when not ordered to not use it he takes advantage of the lack of detail.

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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 10, 2011, 12:11:46 PM »
Khalil strokes his chin as he thinks. No family left, no friends of any worth, the targets life was pretty lonely by most standards. Didn’t seem to frequent any bars or establishments outside of work. This may be harder than expected. He turns to his temporary teammates and speaks. “Looks like the only places to search for information would be Rebs office and his residence. I say we split up. A couple of us go to the office and the others check out his home. It would speed up the process and right now speed is what we need, before the trail gets too cold.”
   
[Coza send my new contact info to everyone]

[A please would be appreciated]

[So would you doing your job]

[You’re such a beam of sunshine, what would I do without you]

Khalil ignores the sarcasm while waiting for the input of the others. While he wasn’t the biggest fan of working on a team it had its advantages. Mainly the skills brought to the table that he himself lacked. Perhaps, he thought to himself, he would look into forming a more permanent arrangement with the others, perhaps he would also became a TITAN apologist. There was an equal chance for both. 

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The Mesh / Re: Pulse: OOC thread
« on: February 09, 2011, 09:39:35 PM »
DancingWarPanda, just for reference does your character's avatar look like this? http://adonihs.deviantart.com/art/LMS-HEX-178886965?q=gallery%3Aadonihs%2F293242&qo=13 'Cause that would be cool.

He does now lol. I was thinking of a very anonymous persona but that pictures keeps my idea and also adds a bit of style to it. I approve.

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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 09, 2011, 02:23:25 PM »
A ripple across the avatars face seem to be something akin to Khalil raising one eyebrow. "What about family? Friends? This guy must have had some human interaction. Any places he frequented? We're going to need every clue we can get." 

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A Time of Eclipse / Re: 01- The Briefing
« on: February 08, 2011, 10:07:22 PM »
Khalil materializes in the hut with his favored Avatar. The humanoid figure is made of mercury with no discernible features. His suit, while the outlines of details are present, is black as the void and has visible pricks of starlight moving over it. “Greetings mam” Khalil turns to the others and nods to each of them “gentlemen.”

He can’t remember the last mission he was on with any of them but they are familiar faces. “I hope no one has had to be restored from backup lately” the humor can be heard in his voice but the silver skin of his avatar shows no detail. Khalil bows to the Proxie and finds a corner to stand in while waiting for the briefing to continue. “Don’t let my tardiness interrupt the proceedings, please continue.” With that last statement he listens intently to what will be said.

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The Mesh / Re: Pre-game & Character Creation Discussion
« on: February 03, 2011, 09:23:00 PM »
Well the thing is this game is focused in a very specific direction. There are only so many characters that can be made for that and considering this overlap will most likely be heavy. I mean we all have to take social skills, research, and the like. The differences will be minuscule. For example my character is very good in close quarters combat and impersonation.

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The Mesh / Re: New Player
« on: February 03, 2011, 08:23:35 PM »
Gotcha, I'll talk to you about it in email.

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The Solarchives / Re: Character Bio: Khalil "Friction" Jakarin
« on: February 03, 2011, 08:17:16 PM »
Well the fall barely had any impact on him at all. Like most of the hyper elite his family and friends were the first to escape in case of emergency. In a way it put him, as a child, above the fall. That's not to say it didn't effect his family but as a young kid who was sheltered from most of it the impact didn't become truly apparent to him until he grew up and got a much larger view of the world.

His Muse Coza is the foil to Khalils dark humor and at times serious nature. The Muse appears as a slightly overweight anthropomorphic bear whose outfit of choice depends on what he's doing. When helping Khalil research Coza will wear a Sherlock Holmes outfit but if he is using his Security Protocol skill he will wear a 1920's police officer uniform. Cozas personality is very light hearted but he knows when to shut up and focus to help keep Khalil alive.

While this is his actual appearance it is also the one Khalil uses the least. He takes advantage of his ability to disguise himself well and usually has a much different face than his actual one.
[spoiler][/spoiler]

This is his armor of choice when going into a heavy situation.

[spoiler][/spoiler]

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The Mesh / Re: New Player
« on: February 03, 2011, 08:00:36 PM »
So it would be understandable if they didn't know certain things about my character beyond his basic skill set?

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The Solarchives / Character Bio: Khalil "Friction" Jakarin
« on: February 03, 2011, 07:09:10 PM »
  The night was young, the club hoppers were emerging from isolation to greet the neon, and Khalil was watching from a well covered roost. Once again he was working by himself, his preferred style, and the target was moving through the line in front of the club. This one reminded Khalil so much of his past life. He’s proud, rich, able to cut to the front with no complaint, and high off of accomplishment that’s not his own. Apparently this guy also had some criminal connections as well because his Proxy told him this kid was involved with smuggling TITAN artifacts off of Mars and into the wider market. Khalil couldn’t help but sigh. How had he gone from someone who was paid just to be seen at a club to operating as an agent for some bloody conspiracy? Memories flooded back to him as the sounds of the club faded away…
     
     Khalil had been born into the Jakarin family and knew nothing about the blight of those below him. His father was a gifted investor and politician who made friends with all the right people while his mother’s distinctive military career gave the family a PR token to good not to use. His childhood was founded on wealth few ever experience and he took it for granted. Khalil was never one to question where the riches came from and in the end the source of his family’s power is what brought his life to an end.     

     The party had been amazing. The woman the alcohol, and the drugs had all been top of the line and the night would be ending on a high note. One of his friends had been given a collection of demo petals by a star designer who worked out of the Carnival of the Goat. The designer had a clientele list so exclusive that the vast majority of people didn’t even know he existed. Khalil took the petal without a moment’s hesitation. He felt his body grow warm, his senses expand, and the petal take his mind to a new level. This was it; this was the ultimate high he had been looking for. That was the last thing Khalil remembered before waking up a few hours later. His head was pounding and Khalil was going to ask someone for a hangover cure when he noticed the blood on his hands. As he looked around him Khalil tried to scream but couldn’t even will himself to do that. Everyone, the party goers, the pleasure pods, even the servants were all dead. Khalil knew that even with the massive drop in rep all this could be covered with money and a few new morphs. That’s when the message arrived.

“Your friends are gone child as well as your old life. I feel like you wouldn’t follow this path so you’ve been forced onto it. You have been given a burden, a relic of the TITANs. You feel it growing within you already don’t you? The sins of the father shape the fate of the son. He made his decision and you will come to regret it.”
     
     His Muse Coza couldn’t track the message and the sounds of sirens were becoming audible. That was the beginning. The day his life ended. The day he burned every favor he had and began a new life. Khalil went into isolation as the voices became stronger and the feeling of an alien fire burning his mind went from something purely psychological to obviously physical. The people around him seemed to bubble with energy and just his touch could bring another transhuman to their knees. Khalil found an abandoned mining outpost on the outskirts of Martian civilization and dedicated himself to controlling whatever crawled within him. Sometimes he would receive a message from the same monster that did this to him asking how his training was going. Besides Coza this was the only contact he had with another person and despite his hate Khalil came to enjoy these conversations. The last message Khalil received from the Doctor as he called himself was an invitation. There was a group who would accept him for what he is. One who employed others of his kind. They were known as Firewall and if he worked for them the Doctor would produce the answers he wanted. Why this was done to him, what he was exactly, and more importantly who was the Doctor.

     That was over a year ago and while the answers did come it was very slowly. He knew the Doctor and his father had known each other but beyond that there nothing. He could have gone somewhere new, somewhere with less people that may recognize him but the nightmares keep that from happening. Every night images he cannot understand come to him but his instinct makes him believes they mean danger. Khalil feels like it has something to do with Noctis-Qianjiao and until he feels like the danger has been averted he refuses to move on. The memories soon pass and as his senses returned to the real world Khalil felt the buildup of power as he prepared his body for what was coming. The subliminal message Khalil had planted in the targets bodyguard took control as the music hit its crescendo. The wannabe smuggler ran with his protector, trusting it was in his best interest as he was herded into the private transport. As they drove around the corner Khalil deactivated his chameleon skin and stared at the shocked and scared face of his target. “Hello Mr. Durand. I am sorry to meet you under such circumstances but it seems you have been dealing with things you shouldn’t. No, don’t try to contact your driver. That’s a friend of mine behind the wheel and your transmissions are being jammed. Now please, do not fight this. It will make my job much harder and put you in much more pain.” Violating the mind of another is an acquired taste but as the information he needed crawled up his fingertips Khalil thought to himself his palette was mature enough to appreciate it.

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