This is a placeholder for JohnA1nut's new thread, GMed by Tadeusz.  :)

In reply to Tadeusz (msg # 1):

You wake from dreams of lightning disputing a speed ticket with a judge.  "But, sir, ahem, your honor, I can't go less than 186,000 miles per second."

And you wake to the smell of gasoline burned, and the cry of seagulls, and a roughedged Southern man speaking.

"Ya'll git ready."

A musical voiced Spanish inflected young man replies with a cocksure swagger.

"I was born ready."

A nervous young girl speaks.  "Sam, up this high, I can't use my powers."

Beneath you is a thin carpet, and a hard floor that trembles a bit.

Do I want to reveal myself or not? Eh screw it. I'm gonna have to reveal myself eventually.

I stand up and approach the nearest sounding voice. I've got my hand ready to draw my revolver from my belt if things should go south suddenly.

(Doing Therapy)

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Okay, Magehammer is in jeans and a tee shirt, black combat boots, his black, bulletproof trenchcoat and a huge backpack that has (Anything I can think of????) in it? Or do you actually want me to list off the contents of the backpack?

He's carrying a 50 caliber, six shot revolver on a toolbelt. And of course his magical blacksmithing hammer. The toolbelt has (Anything I can think of in it?) Or do you actually want me to list off its contents?

He's got a laser pistol in a shoulder holster, and a sawed off on both ends double barrel 12 gauge shotgun loaded with one flare and one explosive. He's got extra shells that can do a lot of other things. Everything from tear gas to armor piercing slugs. (If the ref will allow, that is)

He was combining Order and Chaos magic. Teleported once. Lights himself on fire. Order protecting him, Chaos burning around him.

Sound good to you ref?

OOC) My favorite plot device is a large container of unknown contents. The Magehammer that I run as referee, his backpack and toolbelt are four dimensional, infinite storage hypercubes. They were built by Jimmy Neutron. Magehammer literally has armored cars and tanks and jeeps and rigs of every size that he can pull out of his toolbelt. And the best part is, the hypercubes work in +15 or -15 tech bias. (MJ did say "Anything was possible" in this game.)

(Doing Therapy)
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A rawboned blonde young man turns to you, and then so does a black-haired girl with short curls.  She's got almost an Italian look, but she's pale.  There is another shorter man, but he's solid black, like he's absorbing light.

You're in a large, carpeted room with windows on all sides, and an elevator door near where you woke.

And then a metallic purple hand, the fingers of which are four feet thick and fifteen feet long, reaches up, and punches through the window.

"What da heck is that?" I ask anyone who will answer.

Then I pull my hammer and try to freeze the robot hand. Freeze it to the point that it will shatter from the impact of being pulled back out.

Be prepared to Flame On at a moment's notice. I figure whenever possible, try to alternate between Order and Chaos magic. Couldn't hurt.

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OOC) Just a little English lesson. There are very few words in English which are gender-specific. Blond and Blonde are two such words. Blond is for a male, Blonde is for a female.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 7):

OOC: Thanks.

You draw in Order, and flush it through the hand, driving out the Chaos of heat.  Ice covers the arm, and the solid black man runs forward, grabs the hand and yanks it off, tossing it behind him.  The ten ton hand half punches a hole in the floor.  You feel as if you want to throw up.

The blond man nods, and grabs the girl by the hand, and then grabs your hand as well, unless you resist.  Then you and the other two are suddenly blasted through the roof.  For a second, you think and explosion too you, but you're not harmed.  An energy field surrounds you, emanating from the blond man, and trailing behind.

"I'm Cannonball." He shouts.  Its very loud inside the field.  You've shot several hundred feet above a skyscraper, and below you is a large metropolis.

I think that would happen to fast for me to resist it.

I ask "Where'd that black guy go? You left him behind."

When I get a second, ask "Where are we? What is that robot thing? And who are you?"

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 9):

You have to shout it.

"Don't worry...we'll git I'm..."

And suddenly you're tilting over ninety degrees, and a few seconds later, ninety more degrees, and you're heading back down.  You see a hundred story skyscraper below you in the midst of a giant metropolis.

And on the side of the skyscraper is a five story tall purple and gray robot that is absorbing metal from the scraper to rebuild its hand.  And then the black spot leaps from the building about seventy feet and plummets straight down.

Another ninety degree turn, and ...you're heading straight down.

"Hang on. This is going to be close."  And suddenly you're going twice as fast with your stomach left behind as you roar straight down toward the road below.

Channel my sickness Chaos into a lightning bolt or a fireball or heck, a baby nuke and throw it at the sentinel. Magehammer has seen these before, he knows what they're called.

OOC) I was trying to figure out how to do that without risking disrupting the Chaotic flight pattern. Then I reread the post. Sickness Chaos; turned into a weapon.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 11):

You channel the minor amount of sickness chaos into a small lightning bolt that hits the Sentinel.  It pauses for a second, and then even as its hand continues to repair, it turns its head with the glowing red eyes that a three feet across towards you.  This does also make your stomach feel fine.

"Systemic Threat: Magehammer: Exterminate."

"Grab Sunspot!!" Cannonball hollers at you as  all of you plunge past the fortieth floor, and come up on the black spot in man shape.

I don't know exactly what he wants me to do there. Grab him with my hand? I'm gonna try to manipulate Order into a grabber. An Order grabber. Try to grab him with that.



Later on, after I have a chance to process everything, I'm going to realize that I've been to this world before. Wonder if anyone still has any of the black iron weapons I made..... I'm also hoping I can still make them. Going underground. Supplying magical weapons oughta change the course of this war.

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OOC) Just want to say this whilst it's in my head.

IC) I'm going to go pick up Sunspot. He's a fire mutant IIRC. When I get a chance to, see if I've got an extra Chaos knife to give to him. It would probably help him increase his powers.

Also, when I get a chance, ask my hosts which they think would be more effective. Order or Chaos. I'm going underground this time. I'm going to try to supply magical weapons to these guys.

(Doing Therapy)

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Storm, Chaos
Iceman, Order
Sunspot, Chaos
Professor X, Order/Teach psionics
Mageneto, Order (Magnetism is Orderly)
Wolverine, Chaos Transmute his claws to black iron?
Cyclops, Make him Ordered sunglasses?
Beast, Order knuckles on his right hand, Chaos knuckles on his left
Remy LeBeau, Gambit, Order staff
Nightcrawler, Chaos teleport. In the games I run, Order teleport can take you as far as your eye can see. Chaos teleport can take you anywhere. That just makes sense to me for some reason. Nightcrawler's got Order teleportation. But of course, that would be this referee's decision.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 15):

You make an Order grabber, and hook Sunspot with it.

And then the blond guy pulls a 45 degree angle away from the ground, and tries screaming to pull another one.  The ground gets close, and you're sure you're about to die.

You hit, but with all of you inside the rocket field, you bounce, and bounce again, tearing fifty foot long tears in the street between honking cars and taxis.  And then you're soaring into the sky again.

Sunspot pulls himself up your grabber, easily, and grabs your shoulder.  He's clearly being gentle, but its like a steel vise locked on to your shoulder.

The blonde girl yells...."Sam, Sentinel is following!!"

You're around the fortieth floor right now...and a Sentinel is tearing off toward you, boot jets flaming, about four hundred yards behind.

In reply to Tadeusz (msg # 16):

Storm....Order and Chaos
Wolverine....that would be extremely difficult.  Easier to create a baby nuke.
Gambit is innately Chaotic.
Sunspot takes the sunlight and absorbs it and turns it into superstrength.

Now, the dark haired girl....very chaotic.

I was thinking of the guy from Days of Future Past. He's just a human torch.



Interesting.....



I'm on Chaos magic now.

Speaking to the rest of them:

"Guys, I'm gonna try something here. Either it'll work or it'll kill us all." I say with a laugh.

Transfer the Chaos from the Sentinel boot jets to our flying. Hopefully that will shut him down and we'll take off like a rocket. Or I'll just kill us all.

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Just to clarify here. I want to transfer the Chaos energy from the Sentinel boot rockets to our forward momentum. The Sentinel's rockets should shut down sending him crashing into the ground. And we will suddenly accelerate to the speed of sound. I just hope whichever of them is doing this can hold it.

(Doing Therapy)

"Whaat?" Asks the dark haired girl.

"Do it." Sam orders.

And you reach out, channeling the Chaos, and...

WHOOMPH.

You're blind, and falling, and your sense of Order and Chaos is gone.  Then you hear that familiar roar, and a very strong hand grabs you.

"Hang on, this is going to be rough..." A melodious male voice says, Sunspot it is.

And you and the others crash into dirt sending it flying.  You're laying on your back, gasping for breath, blind....nothing seems broken.

"We are in New Jersey, I think." The girl says.
"Yeah, I think so, Amara. What did that guy do?  I've never broken the sonic barrier before."

Energy Transfer at Range to Momentum. 1@2. Magic.  Requires Difficult Stamina check, to avoid temporary blindness and temporary power loss.  Will result in exhaustion for ten minutes.

So I'm blind and powerless for the next 10 minutes? Magehammer has had this happen before so he's not going to be too panicked about it. At least once everything is back. He just hopes nothing happens in the next 10 minutes.



I face their general direction. They should be able to tell I'm blind.

"That, my friends, was a Chaos power transfer. I transferred the Sentinel's rocket power to us. Did anybody see what happened to the Sentinel? It shoulda crashed."

But once my sight and powers come back, find a piece of random iron somewhere and beat on it until I determine if I can make black iron in this world.

Assuming that works (15@10 Magic, right ref?) I'm going to pull out my own hammer and create an ice cube out of thin air with it. Then I'm going to toss a small fireball at something harmless.

"I can make weapons that will let anyone do that. And more."

The thing I really want to try to make is a Chaos bow. It's something I came up with in the game I was running. It's a bow made from Chaos wood that fires a bolt of pure Chaos energy compressed into a projectile that hits with the force of a 12 gauge slug. The Chaos energy builds up in the space between the bow and the string. No arrows. Once you release the string, the Chaos energy folds down into an explosive bolt projectile. I bet somebody here would find that interesting.

OOC) I'm just going to have to remember that this is not the game I'm running and my ideas might not mesh with the referee here. But I hope they will.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 21):

"Amigo, we roared out of there like a bolt of lightning.  Nobody had time to see what the Sentinel did.  Besides, they are pretty resilient." Sunspot says.

"I'm Cannonball, Sam Guthrie of West Virginia, leader of the New Mutants."

"And I'm Amara of House Victis of Nova Rome, with my nom de guerre being Magma."

"Are you going to be okay, because I think you burned up all my blasting for the bit.  I just had enough left to get us to the ground." Sam says.

When your eyes come back, and ten minutes later, the sense of Order and Chaos does as well, you see Manhattan in the far distance.  You're on a hillside, with an empty pasture overlooking an eight lane freeway.

You look around and after five minutes find a chunk of horseshoe, rusted and old.  You start working with it.  In another ten minutes a Native American girl pulls up next to the pasture on the access road in a Jeep.

"You're welcome to come with us, Magehammer. That's our ride."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Let me see if I can fix your blasting."

Chaos him up a little. See what that does.



What does the world look like? Post-apocalyptic? Or normal?



Is it turning into black iron? What if I shave a stick? Can I make magical wood?



Sure, I'll go with them. Ask if anyone knows where a blacksmithing shoppe is.

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OOC) This is more so I don't forget. Something for you to put on the back burner for a while. Not doing it just yet. Just don't want to forget it.

Referee, you may recall from Verser World that Magehammer was selling black iron kettles that could make soup out of thin air. That's Magehammer about five thousand worlds from now. Since I am much younger Magehammer, I'm going to examine the Order/Chaos patterns on something simple. A potato comes to mind. Try to make a black iron kettle that will make potatoes. I'm thinking one potato at a time to start with. Eventually work my way up to making a soup kettle. But one potato at a time and a kettle to cook them in could make all the difference in the world to a starving community.

Referee, just put that on the back burner for now.

(Doing Therapy)

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The person using the kettle would need to fill it with water and put it on a fire. After a time, there will be a boiled potato in the kettle. The time frame is how long does it take to boil a potato? Yeah, adding water Order and fire Chaos to the magic could only help.

So, eventually, I want to examine the Order/Chaos patterns of water and potatoes. And eventually build a kettle that if filled with water and put on a fire will create boiled potatoes. In the time it would take to boil a potato. That could make enough food for a small family, anyway.

I'm thinking one quart kettle. Maybe 2 quart after I get some experience.

What do you think of that Ref? Is that something I could do?

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 24):

Via Order/Chaos magic that would be insanely hard to do.  You're really goingn to want to look at other magic systems.

He hops back.  "That stung."  You can see the bonds.  His skin creates a rocket fuel, which requires Chaos to be bound into Order.  Pure Chaos won't do the job no more than shooting a flamethrower at a car with no gas will get it moving.

It looks normal.

Its going to require more work for black iron, but you're in theprocess.  Looking at wood you can see how to strengthen it, but none of the local woods look worthy of the effort.  There is Maple and a few Pines and a single diseased Hickory nearby.  You can easily see the disease Chaos inside it.

You get in the back of the Jeep, and the driver introduces herself as Danielle Moonstar.  She's Arapahoe.

You and the others speed on your way.  About ten miles down the road, you have to detour around a hundred acre lake in the middle of what used to be the freeway.  After that, they arrive in two more hours in North Baltimore.

So insanely hard; but not impossible!!! That's all I needed to hear. Besides, which would be easier? Doing the insanely hard magic with the system I know or learning an entirely different one from scratch? BTW, Tadeusz has one of those kettles that Magehammer made.

Just put it on the back burner for now ref. But you did declare it possible!!!!!



I apologize profusely.

"Sorry maan, I shoulda asked permission before I did that. I was trying to restore your powers faster.

Last time I was here, the Sentinel called me an 'Extra Dimensional Magician'. Any idea what that means?"

Offer to try again.



So not war torn. Good.



Actually Chaos is kind of what I want. Cut a branch from the diseased Hickory. I'm going to try to manipulate the Chaos of it into strength and flexibility. Remove this Chaos to make it strong, change this Chaos into flexibility. That's a perfect candidate to try to make that Chaos bow I was talking about.

Using only black iron Chaos tools.

OOC) Referee's call on if it's possible, of course. I'm just trying what I would try. I want to end up with a bow that fires Chaos bolts.



"Anything in the lake?" I ask conversationally.

When we arrive, I'm like "Okay, so what are we doing here?"

(Doing Therapy)

"Its okay, ah, Magehammer.  We all had to learn our powers.  I knocked enough holes into the X-Men mansion that Wolverine threatened to make me sleep in the gazebo back when I was learning control." Cannonball says, offering a hand to shake.  He's as tall as you, while the others are all shorter.

He grimaces and agrees to let you try again.  You gather Chaos energy, and start hooking it to the Order points in his skin, and there are many,  many of them.  Its time consuming work, rather like crocheting with your mind.

1@1 Create Rocket Fuel, ten minutes for minor bit, requires complete concentration, stamina check.

You pick up the Hickory limb.  You could add enough Order to drive out the Chaos, but that would also stiffen it.  It might be possible to layer chaos and order like fillo dough for strength and flex.

"Extra....well, there are alternate realities.  Perhaps you get your magic from them.  I'm not really sure.  Magic is so not my thing." Cannonball says.  "Magik might know."

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"A mutant lost control, we think.  Its incidents like this that make the Norms agree to the Sentinels." Sunspot says.  "As to th ings in the lake, well there are rumors...."
"Bobby, don't yank the visitor's chain." Danielle says sternly.

=====

A small house has space inside, and a much larger cave underneath with small rooms and a large general area.
"This is Amara's work." Bobby tells you, pointing to the cavern walls.

So if I can make rocket fuel, I can make anything. So when I get a chance, examine the Order/Chaos patterns in a potato, and try to imprint those exact patterns to a black iron kettle. Add Order water and Chaos heat and you've got a boiled potato. When I get a chance. That's still in the back of referee's head.



The reason I picked a diseased branch is that it's chock full of chaos. I don't necessarily want to remove or cover up the Chaos. I want to change it into a different form. Change it into flexibility and speed. Change it into raw Chaos energy. Manipulate what's left of the Order in the wood into strength. Try not to add any if possible. Remember I want a bow that fires Chaos energy. Like the Ranger's bow in this clip.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3JjhQ1Oi_3k

Remember that show? Looks like episodes of it are on YouTube.

OOC) If you are absolutely dead-set that I'm trying something which is impossible with this magic, don't hesitate to rule against it. I mean, that is your job. All I'm saying though is so far, all you've said is that it would be difficult. Well, difficult is a looooong way from impossible.

Frankly, I don't think you're going to rule very much if anything impossible. I think you're curious to see what I can come up with.



"I'd like to meet that person."



Is that Bobby Drake? Iceman? If so, give him an Ordered nail.

"Try to focus your cold through this."

Maybe make an ice laser or something. It'll also tell me if things like that will work.



"Cool."

Other than that, I'm just looking for a blacksmithing forge, or the parts to build one.

(Doing Therapy)

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When we're driving by, try to look at the lake with Order sight. See if I can see anything. I'm looking for obviously man made. Norm bases. Anything military.

Something I always thought was really cool is water. H2O. Two parts hydrogen, one part oxygen. In the gaseous state, this would probably be close to the optimal explosive mixture. But it puts fires out. And people say there is no God. Break down the Order holding the molecular bonds together, add a bit of Chaos, and that lake just became a huge hydrogen explosion. Not a hydrogen bomb, just a balloon full of hydrogen. Enough to do some damage to whatever is in there though.

Not doing it yet of course. Just looking for now.

OOC) I'll get to your game soon, I promise. I'm just enjoying this one for the moment.

(Doing Therapy)
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Something I want to make clear to them quickly is that I'm going to need to move around a lot. I can help take out these Sentinels, but I'm going to draw their attention wherever I go.

I'm going to need regular access to blacksmithing, wood and iron. But I can help stop these Sentinels.

Ask if anyone has ever heard of Magehammer. I made magical black iron tools and weapons last time I was here. Do any of these still exist? I think they would only be Order. He was just beginning as an Order mage last time.

I want to find out if this is the same world I was in before.

(Please Mister Referee Man!!!!!!)

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 31):

Its Sunspot aka Bobby aka Roberto Da Acosta.

You don't see anything from the water, and then you remember that water is such a mix of Chaos and Order that its hard to do magic over it.  Water, for an Order or Chaos Mage is a null spot.

You see a strange glass window through which you can see many tools for a super-advanced forge.  The door is locked by an electronic lock.  Its empty and not in use as the owner, Forge, has not visited in the last few months.

The potato overall is gaining Chaos as it decays.  But diving deeper, and you run into massive complexity.  Again, easier to make a nuke than a potato.

You're able to turn the branch into a very strong, and flexible short whip.

A woman stands in front of you, in silver armor, with a sword across her back.  You look up, and her hair is white, her eyes are red, and her head has long curving horns extending from it.

<u>Magician, I am Magik of the New Mutants, and a Princess of Hell.</u>

OOC) That's gonna complicate things. The Bobby I'm familiar with is Bobby Drake. Iceman. Oh well, it's your world.



Is it a null spot or is it a perfect material from which to cause creation? If it's a perfect mix of Order and Chaos, then theoretically, water could be an Order/Chaos mage's best friend. It just needs to be Ordered and Chaosed in the right way. That's what I'm hoping for anyway.

(PLEASE MISTER REFEREE MAN!!!!!)



Ask somebody "That's what I need. How do we get in there?"



But not impossible to make a potato. That's all I need. When I get the chance try to imprint this exact pattern of Order and Chaos onto a black iron kettle. Once filled with water, it should transmute the water into a potato. If water is a perfect mix of Order and Chaos then anything could be made from it with this magic. I mean, at least that makes sense to me. That's what I want anyway.



Yeah, but can I channel Chaos through it? Or more appropriately can someone else channel Chaos through it? I wanted to end up with a Chaos weapon. Something like the Ferengi phaser whips. Something that would throw a Chaos bolt. I want to make magic weapons for these people.





"Nice to meet you. I'm Magehammer of the Multiverse."

Ask what magic she's into.

Infernal.

Listening to her voice is like having someone scrape fingernails on a chalkboard while listening to someone scream in agony.

As to water, you don't know.  Not remotely powerful enough yet, or skilled enough yet, like with a potato.

Cannonball says if you can get in without getting killed, then (laugh) good on you.

You have been able to pulse Chaos fire down the whip, but not fire it.  Nor does it work for others.

"That's quite a Chaotic voice you got there honey."



Gotta change that!!!! When I have access to a forge.



Examine the room with Order sight. See what's going on.



OOC) This is why I like my version of Magehammer better. This is all old-hat to him.

IC) Try to make an Order staff. That was an attempted Chaos weapon. Find a good, sturdy branch and try to make an Order staff.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 35):

Magik screams in fury, her eyes smoke with glowing energy trails floating off from them, and she reaches over her back for her sword.  Its a good four feet long, and crackling with white energies.  Cannonball and Mirage are suddenly there, even as you jump up, and yank out your hammer.  Sword and hammer smash into each other in a shower of sparks.  Then the other two are grabbing her by the arms and dragging her back away from you....


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The walls are sturdy, the window is definitely not glass, way way too Orderly.  And the electronic lock, you can see the code in it.  Zipping past you, streams of Orderly logic.

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You go to the surface house, and out in the back yard, and take a likely branch off a hickory tree.  Now what?

And now that I'm shaking like a leaf and doing my best to keep it unnoticed.

"Look lady, that was a compliment. First chance I get I'm making you a Chaos blade. In Fact....."

Give her my knife. The black iron Chaos knife I carry. I don't think it could possibly make her *More* dangerous to me.

"See what you can do with this."

And I stand on guard for the inevitable attack.

===================================



Assuming I survive the above:

Tell one of the others "I bet you I can guess the code on that lock. You enter in what I tell you to enter."

Just in case it's boobytrapped.

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Do I have another Chaos knife? Probably. Shave it down. Try to remove the Chaos from it. If you remember, Tadeusz made an Order staff like this in our other game.

Shave it to perfect Order.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 37):

Magik just stares at you, not showing any emotion, even as Cannonball and Mirage wait for her to jump you.  Then a circle of light rises from the floor, around her feet, and goes up past her head to blink out.  When its gone, she's gone.

Cannonball turns to you.

"Sorry, man.  Illyana is...."
"Three parts crazier than Magneto, and one part a nice girl." Mirage says.  Cannonball grimaces, and then nods.
"Don't call her 'honey' in the future." He says.
"Although giving her the knife was a good thing." Mirage adds.  "When she says she's a princess of Hell, she's being literal....she grew up the apprentice to a demon lord in some Hell dimension that she gated to by mistake.  Only escaped a year back.  She's had a rough life."

Rahne Sinclair opens it for you.  First try.  And you're inside Forge's automated lab.

It takes you a couple days, but you get your Order staff.

"I'm hoping to make more of those knives."

I don't imagine I'd have much to say about the princess of hell part. Not sure I believe it.



Can I actually use it to blacksmith? I'm trying to keep a low profile here.



But can anyone else do magic with it?

(Doing Therapy)

Sam shakes his head.  "My father was a deacon.  Not really into magic."
Rahne looks scared. "The reverend, not my father, but so cruel..." she turns away.
Mirage is willing, and it works for her.  "Tastes like white men's magic." She frowns.
Magik shakes her head.  "The DarkRealms taints all it touches.  Don't give it to me."  She holds up your dagger, and you see its strange and twisted now with the magic swirled to match the horned skull on its pommel.
Bobby shrugs.  "The saints will protect me." And he uses it.  "Cool."

You're using the lab to blacksmith away.  +@1 for new use in super-tech smithery even if its mostly just the same.

You have made another Chaos dagger.

"Whoa!!! I did not make that!!! I don't want that back!! Do whatever you want with it, but I do not want it back!!!!!"



So I've made an Order staff and a Chaos blade. Who could use what, and what can they do with them?

"Who is watching out for the Sentinels? Last time I was here, they got the drop on me. I'd like to not have that happen again."

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 41):

Magik nods in agreement as if that's perfectly reasonable while Sam glares at you.  He then transfers that glare to Bobby who hurries back to his watching post.  Magik puts the knife on a new belt she wears.

Edit.  Mirage could use the Order staff to fight very well defensively.  And the Chaos dagger to make her pschyic arrow attack much stronger.

Bobby could use the Order staff to draw in more sunlight, to repower himself.  The Chaos dagger burned his skin when he was powered up, but otherwise did not bother him.

Magik claims that the corrupt Chaos dagger can slice darkling skin quite readily.  She cannot even bear to pick up the Order staff.  She also points out that your hammer resisted her Soulblade attack, and thats unusual because one of the Soulblade's key properties is to break enchantments.
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So they can use my weapons. That's just what I wanted to hear.

Try to keep my head down and continue making magic weapons. Keep alert for sentinels.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 43):

Two weeks pass as you make more weapons.  A Sentinel passes by overhead, but other than a moment of panic and fearful waiting, nothing happens.  It keeps going.

The next day, a man with a red flush to his skin, and short, black hair sticks his head in.

"So, you like my lab?  My name's Forge."

"Heckuva forge you got here Forge. Name's Magehammer. I'm just uh, trying to make some magic weapons for your posse to use. Here, try these."

I give him first an Order hammer, then a Chaos hammer. See which one he likes better. See if he can do any magic with them.

"I'm trying to turn the tide of this war. These should help."

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 45):

He picks each up separately, and nods.

"Magic. Not my favorite technique, but I can use it."  He does not demonstrate.  "I can feel what Mirage means by white men's magic."

He enters and does a few things to his lab so that you have a better working space, and a robot arm that hands you things as you need it.

"Did you make black iron items at one time?"

I look at him puzzled. "What do you mean 'at one time'?" These are black iron. And how do you know about black iron?"

I'm confused here by his question.

"During the First Mutant War, someone created a few black iron weapons.  Eventually dissappeared.  Thing is, things calmed down.  I came onto the scene about this time, and started creating robots to rebuild things.  Simplest way was to restore things back to how they were.  I mean, the map and blueprints were already there.  I just needed to unleash my bots.  So I did.  Saved a lot of lives from starvation.  We rebuilt the world.  Then I lost control of my bots, well, some of them. The rest I self-destructed rather than let someone else have them.  The bots rebuilt the Sentinels, and now we're in the Second Mutant War.  And you're back.....seems interesting."

"Yeah, that sounds like me. I was here before. That's where I got the name Magehammer. I also got a couple of mutants killed. A guy named Hotspot I remember. He was a cool guy. Felt bad for him. Nobody bothered to tell me that building magical weapons would bring those metal mothers down like a rainstorm. So now I'm trying to keep lowkey and atone for my previous mistakes. I can change the course of this war. At least I think so. I hope so."

I ask him what magical weapon he'd like to have.

"Order or Chaos?"

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 49):

"The cost of being great is sometimes you make great mistakes." He clasps arms with you.  "Me and you brother, we have mistakes we wish we could unmake."

He steps back.  "MMMM, the Order Staff.  My powers are mostly Orderly."

When he takes my hand and says that, I embrace him with my left arm whilst shaking his hand. When he steps back I say:

"Glad to see I'm not alone here. Thanks."



"One Order staff coming up."

When I finish that, I spin the staff for a few seconds, then make a throwing gesture. The object is to throw a wall of Ordered wind.

If that works, "That's one thing you can do with it."

(Doing Therapy)

"I see." And you do see a focused intensity in his gaze.  He's clearly smarter than average.

He takes the staff, and after a bit his gaze gets really in the zone.  He's not listening to you.  Instead, he's just moving the staff very slightly.  Then he comes out of his trance.

"You should be able to use this to shoot a laser.  After all, Light amplification by stimulation of radiation.  You get all the light waves marching in the same direction, at the same time....you can turn a lightbulb into a metal burning ray.  Orderly."

"I've thought of that, actually."

Take the staff. "Or add Order to a fire to create a flamethrower."

Demonstrate on the fire in the forge.

Just want to shoot a flame a few feet, for demonstrations.

"What do you think? You think a guy like Flame On could use one of these? Or you think he'd do better with a Chaos weapon?"

OOC) I don't know the mutant's real name. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about though. The guy in DOFP who exploded in flames and was throwing fireballs.

(Doing Therapy)

You shoot it a few feet.

"If you're fighting, oh, ants or some swarmbots, then the fire is good, but that fire is not even going to scratch a Sentinel.  Particularly if its in Shield Mode.  A laser dumps more energy into a smaller space.  Of course, lasers stink in a dust cloud, and we get plenty of those in a superbattle."  He pauses.  "Yeah, I know the guy you mean.  I can bring him one if you like.  I'm not staying here long; I do a long circuit, check in on various cells."

I laugh at his comment.

"Yeah, well, maybe you'll have to light a whole bunch of cigarettes or something."

Ask him to tell me about the Sentinels. I don't know jack about them. I would prefer of course something more like the purple Sentinels built by Trask industries from DOFP than the unstoppable Nimrod Sentinels. (Nimrod is used as an insult, but it actually means Mighty Warrior.)

Something else to try with the staff. Hold it at arm's length and try to make a shield. An Order shield the diameter of the staff.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 55):

He tells you about the swarmbots, which are about the size of a chicken and the speed of a wolf.  Then he discusses the Basic Sentinel, which is what you met in the city.

Its got flight, light armor, shield mode, significant repair capacity, some ability to modify itself to deal with an attack, significant strength, excellent medium range scanning gear, and good antivirus defenses.  It can be armed with a variety of weapons, primarily ranged energy weapons.  Sometimes electrified cables are used as well.

Sometimes it works alone or in a trio.

Alpha Sentinels are significantly smarter, stronger, more defended.  They can also, given time create Basic Sentinels.

He's seen Orbit Sentinels, and Tracker Sentinels.  Both are primarily noncombatant in their roles although they do have weapons.  There are rumors of other sentinels as well, special mods like a Swamp Sentinel and so forth.

Just making conversation, who cares if they understand the reference at all.

"Reminds me of the T-600. SkyNet's first attempt at making Terminators which could pass for human. One incarnation was the Reaver. T-600 Reaver, or Ghoul, or any number of other unmentionable names. Didn't have hands and thus could not hold or fire any kind of weapon. No, the fingers were double bladed monofilament razor blades. They would just rip you to pieces. Slowly. Or fast. Or both. All the while recording, playing back and amplifying your screams for all of the other survivors to enjoy."

I don't want to stay in one spot. Does this guy travel? I want to travel.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 57):

He nods, clearly accepting what you said, but not knowing anything about it.

And yes, he travels quite a bit.  He's on a circuit to check a lot of different cells.  He tells you that he's okay taking you to the next spot on the circuit, but that there is a telepath, and she'd have to read your mind in order for him to be sure you're trustworthy enough to get access to multiple cells in the fight.

Tell her to read my mind. If that doesn't short circuit her telepathy, then we're all good.

I am thinking about making magical weapons for these people to use to fight back in their war. That's my objective. I can make them from iron and from wood. Dunno what else I could make them from. But no time like the present to find out.

But continuing idly with the guy. "Yeah, up until about the 500 or 600 series, SkyNet was trying to out breed the humans. Creating lots and lots of weak units that could be destroyed with your average 12 gauge shotgun. SkyNet had to balance resources, time, all kinds of factors. But despite the fact that it would take the human offspring six to eight years to have any kind of combat efficiency, the humans were still reproducing far faster than SkyNet had anticipated. I guess it didn't consider how quickly and how often humans engage in the act of reproduction when they are scared out of their minds. So SkyNet finally decided instead of making 100 units with a 5 to 1 kill ratio, it focused on making 5 units with a 200 to 1 kill ratio. Thus, the T-800 was born."
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Just something for the referee. I think versers would start to lose their minds after a while. Everything would become a blur. Magehammer was born as John Connor and he did have a T-800 chasing him. The rest of that about the Terminators is from a cannon fan site, comics, novels, etc. Would Magehammer realize that he didn't actually live through the SkyNet War? That's something I wonder about.

So yeah, as far as he's concerned, he's telling that guy the truth.

(Doing Therapy)

Forge nods.  "It is my worry that the Sentinels could find a way to make Alpha Sentinels as easy as Basic Sentinels.  That would be a game-changer."

====================

Its eight hours of travel, and you arrive in a coastal town of South Carolina.  Beccera, S.C. is a medium sized beach city that used to be a bit of a tourist trap, but is now rundown.  Inside a Dairy Queen, you meet a girl with short red hair.

She looks at you after you sit down across from her with Forge, and then fire floats about her, and inside her eyes you see a bird of flame.

Magehammer, my name is Rachel Summers.  I would like to have and Order Staff and a Chaos Knife.

Forge gets up.

"You're clear."

Thinking back, doing telepathy "Any relation to Alex or Scott Summers? Aka Havok and Cyclops? But sure. Order staff and Chaos blade coming right up."

Find a tree from which to cut the Order staff. Gonna have to find a forge to make the knife. Or I could just Chaos up some heat to do it. Don't really need a forge.

Thinking to Rachel "When I was here before, the Sentinel called me 'Magehammer, Alpha class extra-dimensional magician.' I liked that."

When I make weapons, I'm making a few. Not just one Order staff and one Chaos knife. I'm making as many as I can with the time and resources allotted me. I just hope they work to turn the tide of this war.

Scott Summers is my father. Jean Grey is my mother.

Powered individuals are usually measured by Gamma-latents, Delta-very minor powered, Beta-strong, Alpha-capable of taking on an Alpha Sentinel or otherwise of great power, and Omega--highest class.

Rachel disappears, and you walk with Forge to a warehouse in the commercial district.


You make a half-dozen staffs, and four knives in a smaller roboforge while Forge retunes their weapons.  Most of these mutants don't have direct attack powers so they carry Forge made laser blasters.  Your weapons are a welcome addition.

Rachel returns after a few days, and takes up the offered weapons of yours both at once.  Then her eyes flame with firebirds, and the fire surrounds her, and the knife melts and the staff burns to ash.

"Jean Grey was probably an Omega class. If I was Alpha class before, barely scratching the surface of Order magic, now I'd probably be an Omega class. Oh, shiny!!!!"

I just wonder if these things can track scriff.......



But can everyone use them? Have I heard any reports of people using an Order staff to take down a sentinel?



But is Rachel okay, or did I just watch the Challenger explode? (OOC) Today, Jan 28 is the 31 year anniversary of that.) When it's done burning, look through the ashes and see if there's anything left of her.

(Doing Therapy)

"Jean Gray was Omega class.  I don't think you are.  I can sense your power field."

Multiple people can use them, and you've heard of one used in a fight with a Sentinel.

She looks totally unscathed.

Then her face turns to slash marks tattooed across it, and a firebird fills most of the room.  A talon of flame reaches out and touches you.

"Now and forever, I am the Phoenix!"

And its a sensation of being shook by a power that could maybe crack the planet.  The living avatar of Destruction and Creation.  The Phoenix, a cosmic entity, bonded to a human mutant.

And then the talon goes away, and the bird of flame dissapears, and the sensation of overwhelming power fades leaving the room almost empty by comparison with just you and Rachel Summers there.

"Can you make something to deal with that flow of power?"

Stunned at this release of power, and probably a bit shaken, I stammer out:

"W-hat do you have in mind? You just melted a Chaos knife and burned up an Order staff. I don't know what else I could make for you......"

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 66):

"I...do not know.  I cannot unleash my full power.  Its too dangerous.  I was hoping for some better way to keep it precise. Forge has tried to help me, but I've melted his devices, and one cause me massive headaches."

"Precision. Focus. Order."

And the wheels in my brain turn. I set to the forge and I attempt to make her a pair of black iron Order bracelets. What I want to make are the equivalent of magical lenses through which for her to focus her power. Like Wonder Woman's bracelets. But instead of blocking bullets, these will serve as a focal point, so she can focus her power through her hands.

How does that go?

At any rate, I'm sure Magehammer would like to take Phoenix out for a date. So I'll ask her at some point:

"What do the mutant kids do for fun around here? Would you like to do anything with me?"

Probably not many guys willing to date her.

The black iron bracelets seem like a promising idea.

At first, Rachel stares at you perplexed.  She has no idea of what you are asking. You see a glimpse of a young woman with no social life, even if she is pretty.  Then she blushed red, and nods shyly.

"I don't know."

Have I finished making the bracelets yet?

I put my arm around her to comfort her and project into her mind an image of a lonely 16 year old boy who likewise has no social life. He's putting his arm around the young woman from her vision. Then the world opens before them into a magical, fairy tale land where they can be carefree and happy.

Then I ask her "What do you think of that?"

What the hey? We're probably two of the most powerful creatures in the world. If we can't get a date, then something's wrong.

(Doing Therapy)

She laughs bitterly, and projects into your mind a vision of dozens of Sentinels, of death camps, and of brainwashed Hounds like her tasked to hunt down mutants amidst a warscape of skeletons and shattered buildings and torn land and a sky filled with black smoke.  Its 2051, and the Sentinels rule the Earth.

The X-Men, the New Mutants, the Hellfire Club, the Brotherhood of Mutants, Magneto, the Morlocks, and all the other groups of mutants are mostly dead and buried.  Then a crazed girl throws herself into a time vortex....

"Still want to, what is the term, 'date' me?"

==================

You're able to make a pair of bracelets which enhances your blacksmithing skill.  It helps Rachel, but its still not enough.  Still she can use them, and not at full power, a few times before they melt.

I'd like to know more about the crazed girl who threw herself into a time vortex.....



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JKn45SzEue0

OOC) Listen to the lyrics to this if you can make them out. This kind of sends the message I want to give her here.

IC) And now that I know what's in her head, and I have a better idea of what this world is like:

I send her an image of Magehammer and The Dark Phoenix, side by side, leading an army of mutants and Order/Chaos weapon users. Smashing those metal mothers into junk. Liberating death camps. Turning this war around.

"I'd call that a satisfactory first date. Don't you agree Rachel?"



So she needs something with a higher melting point....... Higher than Black Iron?????? Uh, yeah, higher than Black Iron.

Ask around for crystal. Even salt. Salt crystals. Containers of salt. Crystals would be Orderly. I could magically transmute those into Order bracelets with an insanely high melting point. Salt has one of the highest melting points known to man. They store radioactive waste in salt mines. It's resistant to radiation, high melting point, incredibly strong. Salt Order bracelets. Heck, you could almost make those at home right now. But yeah, look around for salt.

If I can get a handle on The Dark Phoenix that would turn things around.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 72):

"I was a Hound, in the Future. A future in which the Sentinels had all but won.  When I jumped back here. Professor X was able to help  me undo the brainwashing." Rachel says.

You know this is not like that world yet, but her Future is where it could be going.  For now, the Sentinels work for the US Gov't.  In the Future, there is no US Gov't, or any gov'ts as the whole Earth is under the fist of the Sentinels.

"That is what I am afraid of....I don't want to become like my mother." She runs off in response to your imagery.

You're easily able to find salt.  Forge is curious as to what you need it for.

"Sounds terrible. I know what it's like to have someone else taking control of your body." (The T-800 sometimes took control) Try to comfort her some.



Now that opens up a whole cacophony of problems. Is that a future where Magehammer interfered? Or did the gods of Order and Chaos send him here to prevent that future?

Is that my fault, or am I their savoir?



"Rachel, wait!! I'm sorry!!!"

But if she still runs off, I won't chase after her. I'll wait for her to calm down. It was supposed to be inspiring. Like the song said:

"I don't want to be like Snow White waiting for a handsome prince to come and save me on a horse of white. Unless we're riding side by side. Don't want to depend on no on else. I'd rather rescue myself."

I imagine that kind of sums up how Rachel feels about it.



"For this."

Arrange some salt in a circle. Then, take the Chaos knife in my left hand and the Order hammer in my right hand. I want to remove Chaos and add Order to it. I want to transmute the salt into solid, crystalline tubes that Rachel can wear to focus her power through.

How does it work? Does she ever come back?

Your comfort eases her some, but you can tell she has mental scars.

Forge watches what you do with curiousity, being careful to stay out of the way.  You start knitting the salt together, hook by hook, forming the crystals, and as the process goes on, each step becomes twice as hard as the step before.

The Chaos is surrounding you with white flame, and you can feel it heating your blood.  There is a nearby source of Chaos which you could dump your chaos energy into, and you feel the Order beneath the ground, ancient granites making up the bedrock.

This spell is going to require more power than you have in your body you think.

Tap whatever sources of Order and Chaos I have to tap to do this. If it works, it will keep Rachel cool. If not, I won't have to worry about it because I'll be in a different world. Win/Win.

But yeah, tap whatever source of Order and Chaos I have to tap.

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X-Men Dark Phoenix trailer. I thought it somewhat appropriate.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uup2JFXH68g

The power flows out of you, the Chaos dumping into the microfusion reactor that Forge has here, and the power flows into you, the Order of the ancient bedrock below you.  As it does, the crystals snap together, and the power builds.

Forge shouts at you, but you can see his reactor can take more, so you do more.  And he flees the room because you're surrounded by white flame that is hot enough to start his hair smoking from ten feet away.

And the last step seems impossible, so heavy, but you push on.  The world turns all white. Then all black. Then white again. Black again.  White of Pure Chaos. Black of Pure Order. White. Black. White Black...

You're screaming, and only your being used to pain makes this bearable.

And then you blackout as the final link is made.

You wake, some time later, and here Forge's voice.
"He's stable. I thought we were going to lose him.  At the top edge, Rachel, he was channeling a 100 megawatts of power..."
"He's awake." Rachel says. Your eyes flip open. You're blind.  You feel as if you had a visit with a thirty mile per hour semi truck.

Magic skill: Tap into Large sources of enviromental Order/Chaos 1@2.
Manipulate Order/Chaos +@1
Create Magic Item +@1.

Hearing the voice in the darkness, I "look" in his general direction and say weakly "I bet it was closer to 1.21 gigawatts of power, and you just maxed out your meters. It's kinda like Chernobyl. Their radiation meters were reading a safe 3 rads. Then someone realized that was as high as the meters could register and it was actually closer to 300 rads."

Always time for a random factoid.



"Looking" at Rachel now "Hey there Dark Phoenix. I can't see your pretty face, but how are them there bracelets working out for you? I made em out of salt. They should stand up to the heat a lot better."

Then a pause and I say "Ever heal a blind man?"

I'm sure I'll be able to do it myself eventually. I just hope this magic gets easier the more you do. I hate this getting knocked out crap.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 79):

Forge grunts, sounding aggrieved, and then you hear a tapping sound.  "Mmmm, my scanner bar is melted." He sounds a bit surprised now.

"Not Dark Phoenix, never Dark. I don't want to go down my mother's path."  Rachel says softly.

"They do seem to work, although I have not given them a serious workout yet.  As to healing, I've not tried that much....I could, but who knows, I might fry your brain just as easy."

"Hehehehe Told ya!!!"



"Well, what should I call you then? Just so you know though, Darkness is Orderly. Saying Dark Phoenix is another way of saying 'Orderly Phoenix'. But I'm sure you don't care about that."



"Nah, don't worry about it. I'll fix it later. Have you ever had a guy give up his eyesight for you? Now that's love." I say with a sarcastic laugh.

Is Order/Chaos sight still working?

And I ask Rachel "What color are those bracelets? Salt is white. They should have turned black. Let me know when you try them out for real."

"I don't see Order or Chaos, Magehammer." She says.  "Dark is well, evil, destruction, madness, you can call me Phoenix." Rachel says.

"They are Black, like they devour the light."

You check your Order/Chaos sight, and are rewarded with a feeling like someone hit you with a baseball bat.  So, no, not working.

Bowing and scraping, I say "Yes m'lady. Phoenix it is."



"Order bracelets. Just what I wanted. Why don't you touch my eyes with those? See what happens."

Of course I want it to heal my eyes, but who knows? All I know for sure is my own magic is down for the count for the moment. I'll live with being blind for a while if I have to.



I shake my fist for a moment at the gods of Order and Chaos. Then I remember that without them, I would be nothing. So I bow and rescind that.

"So Phoenix. What's going on in the world?"

(Doing Therapy)

She kisses your eyelids, but other than feeling pleasant it does nothing.

"I think, Magehammer, that I will find out.  NOW and forever, I am the Phoenix!"  And you hear a rush of wind and then hear a pop.

"Teleportation. She's never done that before." Forge says, sounding interested.

The gods of Order and Chaos, as always, largely do not care.  Worship them, don't worship them; curse them, bless them.  It means nothing to them.  They are truly not at all Human.  About the only moral demand they lay on you is to be honest.

"That is interesting Forgery. Maybe I should make a set of those for myself. When I get my magic back, that is....."

Then an idea hits me. "Forgery, help me over to the blacksmithing forge. Every blacksmith says they could do it blindfolded. I'm about the find out."

Try to make a Chaos knife whilst blind. See if the gods of Order and Chaos will give me back my Order/Chaos sight whilst I'm doing this. But it should increase the Chaos of the knife, if I'm doing it handicapped.

And give me a New Use on blacksmithing.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 85):

"Forge, not Forgery." He mutters as he helps you up.  He brings you to the anvil, and puts your left hand on it, and your right on your hammer.  From there, you're able to work without sight, but as soon as you try to access magic, it feels like someone hit you with two baseball bats.  You groan in pain.

+@1 to blacksmithing.  You're able to do regular smithing, but anything with magic, even a tinge of it brings even worse pain. Its like you've torn a muscle, and you're trying to lift weights with it.

OOC: From the books, the only cure for massive power overextensions is to rest.  Such activity does build up stamina, but eventually you might burnout completely for a normal human, or decades for a verser.

That said, Phoenix comes back in a few hours, and projects an image in your mind.  A factory in Kansas the size of a hundred acres.  Humans leave it, en masse, and flee, as if overcoming some mind control.  A half-dozen Sentinels attack.  A terrible fight.  Phoenix wins.  Phoenix destroys the main sentinel factory for the Mid-west of America in something resembling a flaming bird and a tactical nuke.  Phoenix is beaten down, and tired, and flees before a reinforcements of a dozen Sentinels.  She teleports, and thinks she was not followed.

She collapses to the ground. You smell blood.

OOC) I know you're not really keeping track of my skills. I'm not either. I'm just wondering though. Do you think it's possible I'm expert at Blacksmithing by now?

So when I get hit twice with a bat, I sit down and stop. I'm done doing magic. For the moment, that is.

But when Rachel returns, and I smell the blood, I ask Forge "Hey, how badly is she injured?"

I offer him my hammer and tell him to try to heal her. Give him some pointers on it.

I do know First-Aid, so if that doesn't work, and he doesn't know how, I try to talk him through bandaging her wounds. That is, if he doesn't know. I should have a First-Aid kit in my backpack.

But when she's healed or bandaged, I ask her "How much of that was real? What did those bracelets do for you?"

He grunts that he knows first aid.

"Um, broken ribs, a scalp wound, those bleed a lot, but its not serious, I think. The worst is general exhaustion, I think.  She needs rest. I need to go and reinforce the shielding from sensors because we're going to be scanned upside and downside for the next few days.  I recommend you both heal."

"All of it, Magehammer.  I...we....destroyed one of the five main factories in America for the making of Sentinels.

I say to Forge "Yeah, let's just hope The Great Referee in the Sky gives us the time to heal before we're attacked." (<wink>)



"Wow!!" I say. Then, after she's bandaged, with her permission, I lay down next to her and embrace her. To provide some manner of comfort for us both whilst we rest. Magic is out, how's psionics? Maybe telepathically get inside each other's heads and share happy thoughts. It can't hurt.

Maybe when I wake up, my eyes will be back to normal.

She pauses, and then takes your hand.  You're able to reach her psionically, and in doing so you notice the vast difference in power and precision between her psi gifts and yours.  You learn a bit from her, but she's exhausted, and falls asleep halfway through the conversation.

+@1 to Intuition.
+@1 to Telepathy.

As to the safety....well, GE roll.  Now, the base had scan defenses already.  And Forge, a mutant genius inventor is upgrading them.  And no one is using their powers, much.  But on the other hand, the Sentinels are really motivated to track you guys down.  They will be spending much extra effort and burning reserves to try to find you, and bringing in Sentinels from other areas.

So....call it even.  Mid-range, you're not found. "12" on a 4d6.

Seven hours later, you hear a roaring turbine pass over the house.  It circles back.  Then, with Rachel clutching your arm, and everyone standing still, wide-eyed,  holding their breath, it goes on, and leaves the area.  There is more noises in the sky in the few days afterwards, but it fades.  And your sight comes back as well.

When my magic returns, I add Order to heal Rachel. Then I ask her more about what happened.

"What did those bracelets do for you? How did they help you channel your power?"

But I'm going to eat a hearty meal if I can get my hands on one. That should help with the healing process.

Then I'm going to ask Rachel if she knows where any more sentinel factories are located. Send her a telepathic vision of Phoenix and Magehammer side by side smashing those metal mothers into junk.

"I was able to be fully in my power,  yet in total control at the same time.  I was able to access the upper edges of my power without losing control, and well....allowing bad things to happen."

An image, not in her control, flicks through your brain.  Its of another beatiful redhead, surrounded by a giant bird of flame, flying through space, causing a star to go supernova for the sheer amusement of it, not caring that she destroyed an inhabited planet in the same system.  Its Jean Grey as the Dark Phoenix at the height of her madness and power.

They have plentiful oatmeal, and a couple sausages that are a bit burnt.  And coffee.

She nods, and sends you an image of a mountainside in the Rockies.  Most of the base is underground.

"Wow!! Just Wow!!!" I say to her, wide-eyed. "I Am So glad that worked for you."

I have to force a sense of pride away.

"When do you think you're going to be ready for another round?"

When do I think I'm going to be ready for it?



Send Phoenix an image of herself as Wonder Woman. Hero, beloved by all. And with magical bracelets. The Lynda Carter version, if possible.

Maan, telepathy makes hitting on women sooooo much easier.



Study the Order and Chaos in the oatmeal. I mean, seriously, study it. Try to put the image of it into my brain. The patterns of Order and Chaos. I Am Going to make a pot which makes food!!!!!! (Not yet, but it's on my List of Things to See and Do!!!!!)

So study the Order and Chaos in the oatmeal. Not building anything yet.



Study the image she sends. What's the Order/Chaos like? To which one of those would it be the most susceptible?

Do I have an extra Order weapon I could give her? I'd rather not make one if possible. I should have made a few by now, before all of this. I think she'd do good with an Order staff.

And we can train each other how to use staffs.

(Doing Therapy)

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What I would want to build, as far as a pot that makes food, is something like this. Put water into it, put it on a fire. The water will transmute into food. Ideally, if you kept adding water, you would keep getting more food.

Is water the best choice for that? Fire is Chaos. Is water Orderly? I would think water would be a mix of both. Should I try using a more Orderly material instead of water? I mean, ya know, cuz I got pure Chaos underneath. Ideally water, but if sand or dirt is more Orderly and thus works better, so be it. As long as the result looks, smells, tastes and is as nutritious as oatmeal.

Or maybe forego putting it on the fire? Cold oatmeal is better than nothing.

The thing is see, fire, pure Chaos underneath. Would a container filled with Orderly material balance out that Chaos? Or do you want a material that is both Order and Chaos because it could transmute better? It's original Order/Chaos pattern is closer to oatmeal than something more Orderly would be. Do you get what I'm saying?

Which would work better?

(Doing Therapy)

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What do I want to put into the pot? I would like to have fire and water, as those seem pretty universal in the Multiverse. But would dirt and solar heating work better? Do I need/want to heat it at all? Do I want to fill it with something Orderly to balance out the fire Chaos? Or, would water being closer to oatmeal than dirt is, would it transmute easier? I would imagine clay would be pretty Orderly. Maybe bake a block of clay and it turns into a cake? Clay is a little harder to come by. I'd prefer packed mud or something.

How would this work? Referee, put it on the back burner of that brain of yours, as I don't imagine anything like this was in the books.

BTW, you said it would be "Difficult". That's a looooong way from "Impossible".

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 95):

OOC: Did a long post, but it was eaten.

With your oatmeal studies, you find that dirt and solar would work better, and that doing even the simplest food would be like building the ESB out of Legos, by yourself.  But this is a serious step forward, as now you can see a way.  +@1 Order/Chaos Magic Skill.

Yes, pro blacksmith.

Rachel is rueful but pleased at your imagery of her as beloved by all.

Her psi image cannot have Order/Chaos as she does not perceive Order or Chaos.

At first your sparring goes to her, as she reads your mind.  But as you both speed up, you both are reacting faster than thought can form.  And then something kicks in, and you're drifting into an Orderly form of defensive stick fighting.  And suddenly, she can't even get close to you.

1@2 Magic; Defensive Stick fighting RS/5 bonus; -RS/5 for attack. Must overcome Simple willpower check to attack.

You're healthy, and ready to fight.

OOC) Do me a favor. Don't tell me when things like that happen. It just leaves me disappointed, wondering what might have been. I'll deal with whatever post you end up putting down.

Or you could always try selecting all and copying your posts before you upload them. Just a suggestion. But please don't tell me if it screws up. Now I'm wondering what might have been.



I don't know what the ESB is, so that's a good thing.



"Stick with me kid. We'll make it happen."

Just send her more imagery of herself as Wonder Woman.



"I'll teach you to read my mind."

See if I can disarm her and get her into a position where I can kiss her. She will probably slap me. But that can be almost as nice.



"Rachel, you showed me a sentinel factory that's in the side of a mountain. Do you know of any that are on flat land? I want to try to smash it with my hammer."

What I mean by that is be far enough away that, from my point of view, the hammerhead would look like it's covering the entire thing. Then smash it with Order. Like how you can hold the sun in your hand? Be in a position so that the factory looks to me like it's underneath my hammerhead and smash it with Order. Would that work?

(Doing Therapy)

OOC: Reasonable. OK.

ESB=Empire State Building. King Kong's favorite hangout.

You try, but your enthusiasm betrays you, and you end up pitching yourself face down.  Rachel laughs, but its a good, cheerful laugh.

Yup, that's a botch.

She doesn't, but Forge does.  There is one in Southern Michigan near the border with Ohio.

And it might work.  A linked, stabilized column of air could do it....

After I pick myself up, I dust myself off and say jovially "Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"

And I wouldn't blame her if she tried.....



"How am I supposed to get there? I tried teleporting once and it knocked me out for several days. I'm more powerful now, to be certain. But I don't have a clue how to get there."

Any suggestions? Maybe I could try tapping Order and Chaos sources again? I think it was Order to open the portal and Chaos to move through it. Could I tap Order/Chaos sources to do that?

OOC) In the games I run, Order teleportation can only take you as far as your eye can see. Chaos teleportation can take you anywhere. However, Chaos teleport runs the risk of being caught inside a solid object. Order teleport just risks slamming into solid objects that you could see.



Try to do that on a small scale. Try to crush an empty soda can or something with that. Hold the hammer so that I can see the can underneath it, but it's not really underneath it. Then smash.

"Rachel, if I do that to a whole factory, that's probably gonna knock me out again and you'll have to get me out of there."

Just letting her know.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 99):



You are able to crush the can.  Its not hard.

She and Forge talk with you listening.

"Magik?" Forge asks. Rachel shakes her head.
"Gateway?" Rachel asks.  "He's back in Australia." Forge replies.  "What about Blink?"  Rachel pauses, and nods.  Her face grows still, and her eyes turn white.  And then she comes back to the room in the sense of her attention.  Ten seconds later, a woman with purple hair, a facial tattoo, and lilac skin in a green uniform appears in a burst of pink light.  "Must be important if you want me to risk jumping.  Ooh, new jewelry, Rachel, whazzat?"  She points at the Order crystals wristbands.

"I made those."

But I'll let Rachel tell her about them.

When that's finished.

"Blink, was it? We need you to jump us over to the sentinel factory in Ohio so I can smash it back to the pits of Hades from whence it came."

Demonstrate smashing a soda can.

OOC) Blink is hot!!!

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 101):

"Ooh, a girl can always use more jewelry."  She waves her arms which are bare.

Rachel gives her a look.

After your demo, she points a finger at the crushed can. Half of it dissappears, reappears in her hand, and then reappears next to its other half.  But now you have two halves, both with razor sharp edges next to you instead of one whole can.

"Killing a soda can is no great feat, Jeweler."

"Maybe I'll make you a set of bracelets."



But when I see that, I shut up. Don't want Rachel jealous. I might be one of the only people in this world who could stand up to her, but I'd rather not find out.



If I didn't need her help, I'd be sorely tempted to slap her across the face. But since I do need her help, I say:

"The name is Magehammer. Not Jeweler. What I need is for you to Blink Rachel and I over to the sentinel factory so I can smash the life out of everything and everyone that you hate in the world. If that's not cool with you, I'll figure something else out."

Send Rachel another telepathic image of her and Magehammer side by side doing battle with these things.

After this, I'm thinking about rounding up a bunch of fire mutants. Between us, maybe we can melt a few of them down.

(Doing Therapy)

She glances at both Rachel and Forge, neither seem to act like your boast is unreasonable.  Suddenly, she looks uncertain.

"OK."

And there is a flare of pink light, and you, Blink, and Rachel are standing in a pastureland across a narrow river, and up a mild hill to the twenty foot tall highly electrified fence which after a bit of grass leads to a parking lot that is empty, and to a building that is four stories tall, and five hundred yards long, and varies in width from a hundred yards to three hundred yards.

Alarms are going off.

Welcome to the Southern Michigan Sentinel Production Facility.

"Blink, I want you to jump around inside there and make sure there aren't any people inside. Tell them to get out if there are. I'll try to delay smashing it until you get back. But make it quick. Rachel, you're probably gonna have to carry me out of here when this is over. Ready girls? Let's roll."

OOC) "Ready boys? Let's roll." was the last thing heard from the plane on 9/11 which was taken from the terrorists by passengers and crashed in Pennsylvania.

IC) Whilst Blink is scouting the area I kneel down and pull out my hammer. Close my eyes and try to focus on drawing in Order from the surrounding area. Once Blink gets back, raise the hammer up over the sentinel factory so that it looks like it's underneath my hammer. Use Order sight and keep my eyes closed it if helps. Then HULK SMASH!!!!!!! Start smashing it. I trust that Rachel can deal with any sentinels that manage to escape whilst I'm doing this.

When this is done, I'm probably exhausted. Tell Blink to Blink us out of here. But not back to Forge. Tell her to Blink us somewhere she hasn't blunk to in a while. Somewhere far away from anywhere she's blunk to recently. Hope Rachel is willing to come. Gotta keep moving.

(Doing Therapy)

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I think you said that mud and sunlight would work the best? Any reason for that, or are you just pulling it out of your hat? Anyway, that's got me thinking. Not a kettle, a baking pan. Fill it with mud, leave it in the sun, and in so many hours you've got cake or bread or something. Maybe oat bread since I was studying oatmeal so intensively. I want to build a magical whatchamacallit that will make food out of something inedible. I could imagine these people could really use something like that.

Thoughts from the referee?

(Doing Therapy)
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Solar is probably more Orderly than fire, and water is hard for you to use, plus you are not just making the molecules of the food out of nothing, you need the elements in the food to be present in order for them to be manipulated ...which probably does mean you need some water as much of food is high in water.

Blink nods, and blinks out.

The granite underneath the ground, about fifty feet down calls to you, and you sink your mind into it, drawing up Order.  As you do, you focus it into links in the air.  And more power, and more power you draw.  Rachel touches your shoulder, and you feel her lend you mental focus with her telepathy.

You sense a flare of Chaos from the building, and warn Rachel enough that she can throw up a shield.  Still she staggers under the attack of a pop up disruption turret cannon on the roof of the building.

And then Rachel sends a horrified image into your brain.  Blink got everyone out, but went back one more time to doublecheck.  A Hispanic looking man stepped out from where he had been hiding, and transformed into an eight foot tall metal bot.  Blink teleports wildly, out of control away, escaping.

OOC) I was kind of thinking that water is everything. Everything can be broken down into water at some level. What does that mean "Need the elements in the food to be present"? What? It's got to have so many carbon atoms and so many hydrogen atoms? Or it's got to have an Order/Chaos pattern to it?



Now I'm wondering what's happening to the ground..... If I pulled the Chaos from a volcano, the volcano would stop erupting. What's removing Order from the ground going to do?

Three Words:

Not My Problem.



At the cannon shot, I lose focus momentarily. But I get it back with a little help from Rachel. I try to turn her so I am between her and the cannon, if I can do that without losing sight of the building. Maybe my trenchcoat could take one blast? Who is to say? Let's not find out though, shall we?



So we just discovered that they can become people. Terminators. Good to know.

Once Blink is out, I yell "HULK SMASH!!!!" and begin smashing the building with my hammer. Smash it flat. Kinda like what Hulk does to Loki. Try to remember to hit it an Orderly number of times. Even. Odd is Chaotic and (At least in my games) Primes are super Chaotic. I could see an argument made for them being Orderly, but it's my system.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ixEHDWqrzI

But yeah. Like that.

When I'm finished I turn to Rachel and hug her tight. Maybe kiss her cheek. I'm probably exhausted so I tell her teleport us out of here. Hug me and teleport us. To her childhood home. Or someplace she considers safe.

(Doing Therapy)

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Just a note to the referee. I'm thoroughly enjoying playing. I knew this world would be better now that the player is a bit wiser and Magehammer is a lot more powerful.

Thanks for running it.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 109):

Water is hard for Order or Chaos magicians to affect.  As to elements, yeah.  You're rearranging molecules, you're not doing ex nihilo something something.  And as its food, it has to be arranged in the way that food molecules are arranged.  So yeah, terribly difficult.

SMASH.

The left wall of the building sways. You send it down again.  Another cannon opens fire. It misses.  You bring down the smash again, and the left side of the building collapses.  A half-dozen Sentinels rise from back of the factory, and Rachel leaps into the air to meet them.

But not impossible!!!!!!! That's all I needed.



There's nothing I can do about those half-dozen sentinels that Rachel can't do to them. So I'm going to keep smashing the building. If those six are the only survivors, I can deal with that. Once the building is gone, check to see how many Sentinels Rachel hasn't turned to dust and see what I can do.

But yeah, I'm smashing this building into nothing. Those six better be the only survivors.

(Doing Therapy)

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I regularly make brownies (hehehe!!!) There's only about a quarter cup of water used for an entire pan of brownies. It gets the rest of the moisture from oil and eggs. My point though is that what I would want to make is an eight inch by eight inch baking pan. Eight seems like an Orderly number. Fill it with dirt and a quarter cup of water, leave it in the sun and you've got brownies. Or cake or bread or something. I would think mud would have a consistency closer to brownies than bread, but as long as it's edible.

Next time I'm at a blacksmith shoppe, this is what I'm doing.

(Doing Therapy)
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Your next strike caves in the roof on the center left, but leaves the walls standing.  Your next strike takes care of that.  But you are breathing hard, and your legs tremble.  Off to your left and above you can see flashes of light in the sky as Rachel battles the Sentinels.  They keep trying to swing around to come down on you, and she uses that as an opportunity to take them out.  So far one Sentinel has mud-dived a hundred yards in front of you, and one fifty yards behind you.  Both are smoking and burning.

Another strike at the building does little, and with your Order Sense you can see another half dozen Sentinels inside, all helping to hold up the roof.  A disruption cannon fires at you, but its shot is weak as its power supply is interrupted.  Your coat turns the attack, but the grass around you smoulders.  You launch another attack, and you can feel the land under you getting softer, and subsiding a bit.

Magehammer mumbles to himself "This is a lot harder than I thought it would be."

That section inside where I can feel sentinels holding up the roof, yeah, I'm gonna smash that next.

But seeing the Chaos around me, I'm going to try drawing on that. Draw the Chaos from the two burning sentinels, draw it from their buddies that Rachel is fighting, draw it from the building itself. It's gotta be pretty much in Chaos by now.

Draw in all of that Chaos and drop a little 1 ton nuclear bomb on the factory.

Before I do that though, telepathy to Rachel."If I don't make it, I want you to come with me."

Yeah, I'm asking her to be my associate verser.

But draw in Chaos and nuke what's left of the factory. I want to leave a hole here about 30 feet deep.

(Doing Therapy)

You draw in the Chaos, and are surrounded by a blazing white ball of energy.  And then you start to disconnect bits and pieces of the matter inside the factory, but not the molecules, but a step below, neutrons fly free....and concrete, which ordinarily could not be a nuclear bomb....flares into self-sustaining fission until it blows all about it.

A devouring fireball at the heat of a million degrees devours the inside of the factory.  First to go is the floor and walls so that you can see a brilliant light.  And then the Sentinels are torn to small pieces.  And after that the five hundred ton metal forming presses for the Sentinel breast plates are mangled and melted and tossed hundreds of yards.

Radiation and light flash out.  You don't feel heat, but cool. Strange. And then the hurricane force winds arrive and pick you up and throw you high and far.  Just as the winds die, you feel a firm grip catch you.

"Hang on, Magehammer. I've got you."

And then the hurrican force winds come slamming back into the empty space they had been driven from.  You are a quarter-mile high in the air, held by Phoenix's TK grip.  Below and away from you,  you can see a roiling mushroom cloud rising rapidly.


+@`1 to Order/Chaos Magic
1@2 Create Tactical Nuke.

How am I feeling? I imagine using all of that Order and then switching to Chaos suddenly would either wear me out entirely or energize me into hyperactivity. So am I up or down?

When I see the beautiful face of my guardian angel and the smoking ruins of what we've accomplished, I laugh out loud. And I send that to her. Loud, roaring, boisterous laughter.

When I'm finished I ask her "How many do you think we got here baby?"

I could imagine she doesn't like being called Baby, but oh well.



Tell Rachel to land us far enough away so that we can watch this for a moment. I'm gonna grab her and kiss her.

Then ask if she knows where Blink Blunk off to. And if she knows any safe places for us to go recoup and relax for a minute.

Then telepathy to her the image I sent before, of Phoenix and Magehammer, side by side in battle with these things.

OOC) Note to referee. I'd like to congratulate you on your successful use of a supercharacter even superior to Magehammer. You seemed to think it couldn't be done. Well, you're doing it.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 116):

You are wasted, and feeling nausea.  Rachel flies you south about twenty miles to an empty mountain cabin.  She lands and hustles you inside.

Then she turns on a screening device that looks rather fragile.

"First gen power detection screen.  Not very good, but I did not want to take you further."  She looks concerned.

When you ask her why she says 'you took a lot of rads.  You have third degree burns over most of your body."  Now you realize why you don't hurt.  The nerve endings have been burnt off.  There is nothing to signal 'Alert, alert, massive damage.'

As I strip off my clothes and examine my charred flesh, I ask Rachel if that thing can tell if I'm going to die of radiation poisoning.

Then I hand her my hammer and tell her to try to Order heal me. Give her some pointers.

If that doesn't work, I'm just going to lay down and try to rest. Hopefully I'll get my powers back before I succumb to radiation poisoning.

Maybe I should try to heal myself with psionics? Or would that upset the gods of Order and Chaos? Give that a try. See if it hurts or what.

At any rate, project into Rachel's mind versing. Show her some of the places I've been and people I've met.

"Eventually I'm going to verse out of this place. I'd like you to come with me when I do. I've never even considered asking anyone else."

Yeah, I'm asking her to become my associate verser. Never thought I'd want that, but she's rather special.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 118):

She looks unhappy, and a bit teary-eyed, but nods her head yes.

She tries, but her other powers get in the way.

With Rachel helping you keep  your mind focused, you try to heal yourself with psi.  After trying a bit, you are exhausted.  It seems possible, but you have not got the trick yet.  And the gods of Order and Chaos are not offended.

She's fascinated, and spends much time talking to you mentally about the various worlds.  You fall asleep.  When you wake she tells you that she can't.

"I'm tied to this Universe, by the Phoenix Force.  I think I could jump through a gate and go elsewhen, but eventually I'd be drawn back here.  This connection I think stops me...from versing."

So it is going to kill me? Question, am I going to die before I get my powers back? Because if I get my powers back....... I'd rather stay in this world for a moment longer if that's at all possible.



"Reel yourself in Rachel. Focus. Concentrate. My life might depend on it. Come on. Try again. I know you can do this."

And I will say a quick prayer to whatever god is listening for this to work.



Give that up. I'm too out of it.



That's good to know.



OOC) Am I right in thinking that this is because the referee doesn't want to keep playing her? I've got a compromise. Keep reading.



"Well, that's perfect, actually. I don't know how this associate verser thing works. Maybe you could decide to verse yourself back here? We might decide that it's not going to work and you could verse yourself back here. And, ya know, when you die in this world, you would still be a verser and maybe we could meet again."

OOC) Just for a world or two? Please????? And don't forget Cutie, the woman I turned into a verser. She was a neophyte Order mage. I'd love to run into her again.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 120):

It is killing you now. Whether you get healed before it ices you....?

The Gods of Chaos and Order do not care.  But... (GE roll...hope you don't get a 30).

A man in a Starfleet uniform appears next to you.  He's got a smirk on his face.

"Oh, wow, you seem to have gotten yourself in some trouble. Does it hurt?"  He pokes your arm.

===================

As to Temporary Versing, hmm, might do that.

We can only hope....



OOC) I'm assuming I didn't roll a 30.



Which Starfleet? Enterprise? TOS? Next Gen? For some reason, I'm imagining this guy as the Doctor from Voyager.



"Yeah, that hurts. Who in the heckfire are you?"



OOC) Might be a good time to bring Order mage Cutie back in. Think about it. Two super powered, jealous ex girlfriends fighting over Magehammer...... Could be interesting......

(Doing Therapy)

You did roll fairly bad.

"You don't know little old moi?"  He has some sort of French accent, and he has a full head of hair.  For some reason you associate him with Picard, and no, he's not Riker.  "That so hurts.  I thought me and my people were famous throughout the Multiverse."  He gives you a kinda nasty smile.

OOC) Is it Q?

IC) "Are you one of the gods of Order and Chaos? Cuz I'll tell ya man, you're starting to get on my nerves. Now what's up?"

I've got my right hand on the double barrel shotgun strapped to my right leg. It's loaded with one explosive shell and one flare.

My weapon load with the backpack on is one rifle or shotgun, one pistol, one laser pistol, and the double barrel shotgun. Although I have different ammo for it, the default is an explosive and a flare. So a grenade launcher and a flamethrower.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 124):

OOC: It is Q.

He pauses, and you can see him considering lying.

"No, I'm not one of those simplistic twits." He sneers a little bit.

"Well, what do you want from me then? Are you going to heal my injuries and send me back or just condescend me?"

He's getting on my nerves.

(Doing Therapy)

"I'm not condescending to you.  I'm being respectful....If you could truly see my brilliance and majesty, you'd be crawling on the ground in worship."  He tuts.  He sneers again.

"The question of the Sentinels is a simple question, really, when it gets down to it.  Who should own this planet, Man, who is a total mess, or robotic intelligences.  So, I can heal you, in return, we will have a contest of champions.  Magehammer vs. Nimrod, the Ultimate Sentinel? What say you? Mano a Machina."

"Fair enough. But I get to pick the battleground. I want to face it in a frozen, arctic wasteland, atop an ice sheet several thousand feet thick, which is surrounded by active volcanoes. And with no one else around. You wouldn't want witnesses to your creation's destruction, now would you?"

Let's see if he can figure out why I picked that battleground.....

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 128):

He barks a laugh, and snaps his fingers.

"Done."

And you are standing in knee-high snow with a few dozen volcanoes spotting the edge of the plain.  In the sky above are brilliant lights, far off, but still colored.

"We're near the center of your galaxy.  I hope your puny mind is not overwhelmed."  He oozes false sympathy.

And then there is another finger snap, and an eight foot tall robot in pink armor appears a hundred yards away.  It instantly raises it weapons.

"Magehammer, unidentified entity, you will be destroyed."  It fires and the energy from its twin bolts fired from each arm go ten feet before they stop.

"Nimrod, I brought you here.  You kill Magehammer, and I will restore the factories he and his annoying friend destroyed.  He kills you, and I destroy the rest of them.  I'm counting on you, Nimrod to show this human why robots are superior to humans.  In fact, nearly everything is superior to humans."

I  crack my knuckles and draw my Order hammer in my right hand and my Chaos blade in my left hand. Pump Order from the ice into the sentinel, pump his Chaos into the volcanoes. The object here is to leave Nimrod frozen and immobile with drained power cells.

That oughta do it.

The power bolts from his hands flash out, turning ice into billowing clouds of steam.  You launch your attack, but the system you're attacking is a bit different due to being robotic.  Nimrod fires again, just missing you, and you're bathed in hot fog.  But you can still see him, and you yank on the cords of power.  He resists to some degree, but then he drops to one knee.

"32% energy drop."  He fires at you again.  Its a clear miss, obviously something went wrong with his targeting system for him to shoot skyward.

OOC) I'm not certain you understood what I was trying to do there. Order is things not moving. Stillness. Being frozen in place. Chaos is power, things moving. What I want to do here is add Order to him so he cannot move, and remove Chaos from him so his batteries will die. I'll end up with an eight foot tall paperweight.

Does that make more sense?

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 132):

Gotcha.

"Buckyball lubricant is being forced to link."  He is visibly stiffer moving, but he can still move.  He fires at you.  Its a miss, but you can feel the hot air as the bolt of plasma passes you on  the left.

Chaos up the equivalent of a lightning rod. I want to channel his plasma bolt back at him as whatever. I'm not picky about what I channel it back as, so long as it is something hazardous to him and preferably not to me. Maybe as an EMP. But I'm not really picky about it. Let the gods of Order and Chaos decide. But yeah, use his own weapon against him. I would think that should tax my magic less than actively creating something like a force smasher.

My knowledge of the Nimrod sentinel is that it was the adaptive Sentinel from Days of Future Past. Let's show him he's not the only adaptive creature here.

So yeah, Chaos his plasma bolts back at him. Hopefully with a bit more accuracy.

Or do I want to Order them back? I keep thinking they're energy which is Chaos, but Order is accuracy.

Try to Chaos them back first, then see what happens.

(Doing Therapy)

You reach out, and feel the magnetic nature of plasma, and grin as you realize that it should be relatively easy (as things go) to bend it back on the robot.

You twist the bolt in mid-air and slam it back into Nimrod right in his chest.  Smoke drifts up from him.  He's not moving very fast, but he's still moving.

"Clever." Q says.  "But he's not done yet."

I begin calling Q names which would once again get me banned from WorldWalker.

After that, I analyze the Sentinel's plasma bolts. Drawing Order from the ice and Chaos from the volcanoes (Now you know why I picked this locale) I attempt to Order/Chaos up a plasma bolt of my own. He seems susceptible to them.

"They're sending a transmission. They want to surrender."

"Continue Firing."

Star Trek Enterprise, Episode Chosen Realm.

(Doing Therapy)
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In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 136):

"Tut, tut." Q says.  "Such language."  You can see he's glad to have made you angry.

The plasma bolt of yours slams into the Sentinel.  It goes to one knee, and then hits its left gauntlet with its right hand.  The left gauntlet unlooses and rockets toward you.  It then yanks you up by the neck, and lifts you twenty feet in the air.

Q is floating next to you with a fake concerned look on his face.

"You seem to be having a problem."

Below you, you hear a robotic voice.

"Activate Self-repair protocol."

I wonder not for the first time if I could magic Q to death. Not the time for that.



Ironic that it missed me with numerous plasma bolts but was dead accurate with the gauntlet. Must be in Storm trooper shooting school.

Remove the Chaos from the gauntlet. Shut down its engine. That would leave me free falling, hopefully the snow will break my fall......

Or remove the Chaos such that it lowers me gently, then shut it down?



Captain Picard, where are you?



I'm probably going to have to activate self-repair protocol. Let's see what happens.

I might not even make it to the ground, but if I do, I'm going to try to draw more Order and Chaos. Hit him with a plasma bolt that would blow a crater into the ground 40 feet deep. See if he can repair from that.

"PHOENIX!!! WHERE ARE YOU??????"

You grasp at the Chaos, and drag some of it away, but its hard to concentrate when you're dangling in the air.  It squeezes harder.


You reach for Chaos and Order.  The whole field of snow turns to mist, and the volcanoes quiet, and a horrible tension fills the air, and makes your teeth thrum.  As it backfires, filling you with fire you hear Phoenix's voice in your head.

"I'm here, love." And she takes the backflash into herself.  You can tell it hurts, but with the power of the Phoenix, she can take it.  OTOH, she gives you a glimpse of how far you're from Earth.

Its upwards of twenty thousand lightyears, and even for Dark Phoenix, that would have been a journey of many days.  Phoenix has no way of making it.

And then Q snaps his fingers angrily.  And the link is cut.

"No cheating.  This is one on one."

Ultra Long Range Telepathy 1@3.

Remove the Order from the hand. This should cause it to decay to nothing. Removing Order and Adding Chaos could both cause decay. It would just be the difference between rusting it (Removing Order) and burning it (Adding Chaos).

So remove Order from the hand. Make it corrode.

If that works, maybe I'll try it on the whole thing.



"Thank you Rachel."

And inspired, enraged and determined, I try that again. Order and Chaos a plasma blast which would destroy the entire island. Myself included. Q just said I had to defeat it. He didn't say anything about not dying in the process.

Blast The Entire Area. Everything. Him, me, the island, and Q if I can manage it.



"She's gonna kick your (CENSORED BY WORLDWALKER)"

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 116):

"Hardly." Q laughs, but not with total certainty.  Q seems to be a coward.  "She can't get to the Q Continuum."

As you're strangled,  you pull Order from the gauntlet's armor to no effect.  Its too tightly joined.  The interior parts are less stable, and the thing sputters, jitters, and smokes.  This smoke makes your already sore throat sorer.

Taking heart, you pull in the Chaos of  the Magma Chambers, and the Deep Order of the Bedrock.  Magma cools a few degrees, and fractures appear in the bedrock, and Q begins to speak.

"Um..."

You unleash a ravening fist of plasma doom at Nimrod.  Oddly, he just looks accepting, and when it smashes into him, there is no fear.  The plasma explodes out of his joints, and ripping into the stone beyond him, melts him into the stone.

You're seeing this double, and quadruple, and you fall from the sky like a fallen angel, flames wreathing your body.

Plasma Fist of Ravening Doom 1@2, range 100 feet, area effect two yard circle, must pass Difficult Stamina check not to verse out.

=====================

Dreams of singing candy canes turn to seven identical men in white jumpsuits carrying you with a heartless beauty tells them to hurry before spraying a green mist in your face.  You wake on a metal table, and a different voice speaks from a wall speaker in the metal-walled room.

"Welcome to my Testing Chamber.  My name is Emma.  I'm most curious how you managed to teleport into Aefwal."

And as I reach for my double barrel shotgun, I say in a panic:

"Where is it? Did I kill it? Did I verse out? If I lost that fight, the whole planet's gonna suffer. PLEASE TELL ME I WON THAT FIGHT!!!!!!!!!"

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 142):

"I am uncertain what you are talking about.  Explain.  Meanwhile, I will begin a testing procedure."  You pick up the shotgun as the table begins lowering into the floor.  A half-dozen large rats come through opening doors along the bottom edge of the wall.

"I'd created a feline breed named Gobbles, and some of them wanted to be intelligent.  So, I advanced their intelligence.  After which they asked for intelligent rats to hunt, so interested in how this would go, I did.  Now, I have some excess intelligent rats who are eager to 'taste manflesh'."

She pauses and cackles.

"Don't worry, its in pursuit of SCIENCE."

As I level the shotgun at her, I say "Look lady, I don't give a rat's behind about your SCIENCE!!!! I just want to know where I am, how I got here and how I get back to where I was. I mean, before that jack freak Q sent me to fight the Sentinel. I've got a hot-headed hottie named Rachel waiting for me. I don't want to think about what she'll do if thinks I lost. Now where am I?"

My finger tightens on the "Flare" trigger. Lethal to most humanoids, should scare off the rats.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 144):

You level the shotgun at the wall speaker, a circular shape about seven feet up, and thirty feet from you.

"You are in Testing Chamber D, in my district, in the city of Aelfwal, on a reality band of 4.5. of the Earth That Was.  Your amorous adventures are of no concern to me.  Despite your proper pronounciation of SCIENCE, you do not seem to grasp the importance of it.  This is understandable, as you're merely human."

You fire the flare, and do indeed scare off the rats.

"Bravo. Tool use.  Now let's try it with two directions and twice as many."

A door to your right and your left on the bottom three inches opens.  Rats with evil looks come out.

Reload the shotgun with two shot shells. That should be more effective against rats. It'll be black iron shot. Probably similar to 00 buckshot. Twelve 32 caliber pellets per shot. Cut a man in half at point-blank range.

But "OK ok ok. Chill. I didn't realize what was going on here. Can we try that again? What do you want from me?"

Can I feel the scriff senses to my other gear? Whatever I left behind?

"RACHEL WHERE ARE YOU?????"

What the heck? It worked before.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 146):

Boom. Boom.  Dead rats everywhere.  Bits and pieces of them also.  But one lunges far to the right, while on the other side, one lunges far to the left, and you can't get both before one bites you.

"Tactics. Good."

Your stuff is all next to you.

The one biting you retreats.

"Yes, I'm willing to run the experiment again.  I need to learn about SCIENCE.  How you have your powers.  How I can duplicate your powers.  How I can improve your powers.  This is why you are in my Testing Chamber.  It is to improve you, as well."

"Interesting. Long Range Telepathy. You're quite a fascinating test subject.  Unfortunately, the Test Chambers are very resistant to a wide variety of powers.  Otherwise, they would not be much good if my subjects could just escape."

You do sense a verser.  Is it Rachel?  You don't know.

Reload the shotgun. Shot shells oughta work.

Suddenly I'm wondering if I could turn black iron shot shells into a magical weapon.

"Okay, what is it you want to know? As long as you don't try to restrain me or render me unconscious, this should be fine."

A pause.

"Hey, can I get some food?"

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 148):

"You're much more rational than my other test subjects.  What can you do?  So far, your abilities, other than the teleporting don't seem that useful to me."

In this order.

Create water
Create fire
Create ice
Create lightning
Create darkness
Create light
Create cold
Create heat

I figure alternating between Order and Chaos ought to help keep it balanced.

And for the grande finale, wrap myself up in Order, and use Chaos to ignite myself. I'm doing that Human Torch thing I did some worlds ago. Wrap myself in Order so the fire doesn't touch me. And burn Chaos around me.

"Is that enough?"

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 150):

You find you cannot create water as it requires too much energy, and Emma's Testing Chamber D only lets you draw on the energy in the room.

However, to her delight, you create the rest.  Its weaker, but you notice that there seems to be an effect as you go on that its easier by a notch to do your spells.

When you do the last one, she giggles.

"Oh, I definitely need to intro you to Fire.  Yes, that is truly excellent.  Would you like a cookie?  I promise these are not made from repurposed humans, and instead from trees."

A screen appears in front of you.  Its just hovering in the air.

Name: Magehammer
Type: Human hybrid (verser)
Class: Order/Chaos Mage/Blacksmith
You have two freebie points.  What would you like to spend them on?

"I'll take some cookies. Sure. And what can I spend these points on?"

I'm wondering if I could Chaos up enough heat to melt through the door. Human Torch my way out of here. But we'll set that on the back burner for the moment.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 152):

"Cookies? Greed-dee.  I only offered one.  But very well." A minute later there is a 'whooft' noise in the wall, and then a small door swings open.  Two large cookies, one chocolate chip, the other peanut butter are on a plate.  They are moistly steaming, and the smell fills the room.

"Freebie points. Interesting again.  Not everyone has access to that subsystem of Reality 2.0.  Usually there are Physical, Mental, and Powers Trees, along with Perks."  As she says these words these words appear in the screen.  Powers Tree is grayed out.

Wolf down the cookies. Ask for a glass of milk too.

In for a penny, in for a pound.



Press "Perks."

Ask her "So what else is there to do here?"

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 154):

Milk arrives the same way.  It tastes a bit strange.  When asked, Emma explains its milk from giant caterpillars she had designed.

Opening the Perks menu will cost you one freebie point.  Do you wish to do so?


"More SCIENCE!"  She has you run through the same routine as before, but this time with razor sharp boomerangs flying around the room.  From her comments she's clearly scanning your body, and its vital information.

"All meat is meat." I say as I chug the glass.



"Which menu is free to open?"

Charging to find out what I can spend my points on? It's like an ATM fee. Charging to get my money out.



I start the routine but as soon as I see the first boomerang, I quit that and start trying to Chaos it into dust. Chaos metal should cause it to corrode.

Is there any indication that I am on the same world as before? Did Q send me somewhere else?

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 156):

Emma agrees with you.

No menu is free to open.

You Corrode the boomerangs.  She responds by sending in more boomerangs, made of a tougher metal.  You corrode them too.  She gives you a few minutes to work on your spells, and then sends in boomerangs that explode when you corrode them.

"I'm going to need to create more boomerangs."

Yes, its clear you are in another world. You versed out.

OOC: I didn't want to bother Oak.  And at the time, I wanted to not wait.

Corrode Metal Objects 1@4.

Open Perks. What's in it?



"You mean like this?"

Create a boomerang out of ice and Chaos a wind to fly it around the room.

"What do you think of that?"



OOC) Since you didn't start a new thread, I wasn't sure if Q just sent me somewhere to recoup and I would see him again later. This is something I think would really suck about being a verser. Magehammer will never know if he did more harm than good in that world. He destroyed a factory, sure. But what happens now? Did it help, or harm the indigs? Barring some extremely unforeseen circumstance, he'll wonder about that forever. That would drive you crazy after a while.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 158):

One Hour Less Sleep;Near  Perfect Pitch; Bump of Direction; Stronger Bones; Nice voice; Can dance; Kinda a bit lucky;  Perks B; Perks Level Two

"Awesome." Emma squeals.

"Explain these to me please."

I don't know who I'm asking. Whoever answers I guess.



"Okay, you've seen my bag of tricks. When do I get to see yours?"

You said there's another verser sense? Periodically walk from one side of the room to the other. The idea here is to try to get an angle on the scriff sense. Is the angle shrinking or getting larger? Shrinking means they're getting closer, larger means farther away.

Who says you can't tell distance with a scriff sense?

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 160):

They are as stated, modest little advantages like needing one hour less of sleep at night to get a full rest.  Perks B is another similar list.  Perks Level Two are the more powerful perks that cost more.

"I am a Artificial Intelligence housed in a Dungeon Core with an Organic Modification.  My goal is power and SCIENCE.  I am the leader of the city of Aefwal, and have five district leaders who answer to me including the woman who brought you in, Sylax.  We are currently at war witht the factions of the Righteous, the Scholarium, and the Divine.  I serve Anna, the Queen of the World.  Even if she is fat."

You're doing that verser thing when Emma asks you what you're doing.  You've gotten a number larger than a hundred but less than a thousand so far.  The limit of being in a not huge room does limit accuracy.

Nothing there that intrigues me at the moment. Let's looks at Perks B.



"Great. So, uh, what do you want with me? Am I like, supposed to uh, teach you do this? Because I don't really know how I do it. I might be able to make a magical weapon or two for you, but teaching you to use it is on you."

"You said something about you're supposed to help me. What am I getting out of all of this?"



I don't answer Emma when she asks what I'm doing. "Just walking around." I'll tell her.

Try to telepathy to the other verser. If it is Rachel she should pick up on me.

And I'm wondering not for the first time if I could melt through the wall......

Getting Perks B list burns through your other point.

Intuitive understanding (mild) of (Fire, Water, Length, Computers, Electricity, or Volume); Internal alarm clock; Natural Linguist; Iron stomach; Never seasick.

"I have been scanning you, and watching the energy and the patterns pour into and through you.  As I put you through more severe tests, you will gain skills, thus I will help you.  Also, if I decide to bioengineer you, say add a third arm, this will be helpful to you."

You get a solid link for Rachel.

"Magehamer, I'm coming.  But right now I'm fighting off this airship that fires lightning bolts."

+1 to telepathy.

"Impressive." Emma says, and you can feel forces trying to shear through your connection.

"You ain't gonna bio-engineer me honey. I'm fine with my body just the way it is."



"I wish I could be there."



"Ya know what? I'm done impressing you. You either give me something solid to do here or I'm going to leave."

OOC) My player on my other forum gave me an idea.

IC) Try to Chaos my hand to vibrate at high speed. If I can vibrate at the right frequency, I can pass through solid objects. Pass between the molecules of them. Try to vibrate my hand at a frequency which will pass through the wall. Then try to get my whole body through it.

If I botch I could get stuck in the wall.....

(Doing Therapy)

"That is not how Testing works."  Acid starts to flow into the room from small slots at the base of the walls.

You start building Chaos and walk toward a wall....You stick a finger in the wall and lose control.  The finger gets spat out, broken and shredded.

Botch.

Acid is swirling around your shoes.

Hop up on the table that's in the middle of the room. Heal my finger. Check the acid on my boots. Order to neutralize that.

Watch the acid on the floor. Is it eating through the floor?

"Okay honey, you wanna play rough? I can play rough."

Draw the Chaos out of the acid and turn it into something hot enough to melt through the walls. Not necessarily the door. There might be wires or something behind the walls that I can damage to make my situation better.

You said all of my gear was here? Grab the AK-47 with the 100 round drum and prepare to leave. Once I've got a hole melted, that is.

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 166):

"This is not rough. I haven't even started dissecting you yet." The flat and calm remark makes you realize that Emma is quite insane.

You heal, and then you pump Order into the acid which neutralizes the pungent liquid.

"You could probably create a very powerful bomb with that skill." Emma notes.

No, the acid is not eating  through the floor.  Emma is a mad scientist, true, but she's not stupid.

You draw the chaos out, and start to burn through the wall.  This is good that you drew the chaos out, because Emma tries to light the acid on fire, but its already neutral so t hat doesn't work.

You eat your way through the wall, and step into a corridor which is a mix of a steel walled corridor, and fungus growing off the walls, and pulsing veins.  Its a creepy mix of Evil Villain Lair and Out of Control Greenhouse of Plants Need Blood.

You see an attractive blonde standing in front of you.

"Emma wants you to go back in."  Flame bursts from her skin, and she's standing in a translucent ball of fire.

"I'm Fire Princess, let's dance, Magehammer." And suddenly the heat in the air shoots up fifty degrees.

"I'll take that under advisement."



I was going to say "Torch This" but it looks like that other girl is going to do that for me.



Throw on my Order cloak. You know when I go Flame On? Except I'm not lighting myself. I'm just using it to protect me from her fire.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that Emma."

BTW, I also grabbed the backpack with the AK-47. But you knew that, I'm sure.

Just say to the attractive blonde "Look, I don't really want to do this, do you? Especially since it seems you can't really hurt me anyway. So let's just call it a draw."

Try to walk past her if she'll let me. If not, figure something else out.

(Doing Therapy)

"I'm here to help, Magehammer." Emma replies calmly.  Her reactions are just....off.

"I'm Fire Princess, not Emma.  Emma's my boss.  I have a Fire Power Core, what do you have?"  And the heat shoots up another hundred degrees.  You're still comfortable.  The plants on the wall are starting to wilt a bit.  She doesn't look like she's really trying yet.

She tries to shove you back, but she's not nearly as physically strong as you.

"I can easily melt steel.  Go back in, Magehammer.  Sides, even if you beat me, you have to take out Sylax...and she's scary."

"That's what the Nazis said honey."



"Oh puh-leeze, I eat Chaos for breakfast."

Channel her flames so that it just shoots down the corridor. Towards her, in the direction I am planning to go. That should take out anything that's waiting for me down there.

To be clear, I'm not trying to hurt her (yet). I'm just trying to channel her Chaos away from myself. As Guy Pearce said in The Road "I don't want your pistol, I just don't want you pointing it at me."

I dunno, it sounded right at the time.



"In another place, in another time, perhaps. But not today."



"I can do that too!!!!! Don't you see what I just did to that door? I'm telling you, you should let this go. I can turn your Chaos into a baby nuke. Turn this whole complex into a smoking pile of rubble. You really want me to do that?"

Seriously, that's my next move if she doesn't let it go. Turn her Chaos into a baby nuke and hope my Order shield is enough to protect me from it. If it isn't, what the hey? I'm a verser!!!!

(Doing Therapy)
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 16:39, Thu 24 May 2018.

"A valid point, Magehammer.  Personally I think the Nazis were misunderstood more than evil." Emma says.  "However, they were stuck in Reality O with no SCIENCE.  This limited what they could do in their studies."

You send some of her fire down the corridor.  She winces as you do this.

1@1 Redirect Fire

Fire Princess douses her flame and steps to the side of the tunnel.

"Sorry, Emma.  He's too strong for me."
"I understand.  Its not your fault if you're totally inadequate."  The voice comes from another speaker.

+@1 to Intimidation.

You trek down the corridor, passing several humans in jumpsuits with alphabetic and numeric tags on their suits....like 'A-31, and D-18' and so forth.  They are all working, either carrying stuff, or tending the vines.  None of them offer you any resistance even as they watch you.

Actually I changed my mind. I'm going back into Emma's room.

"Okay, I defeated your Fire Princess, I melted a hole in your wall. I hope you can now see I ain't to be messed with. So what's the deal? You wanted to help me get a handle on my powers. Let's learn together. But as long as you understand that I can walk out of here any time I want to."

It's really not so bad here. I just don't like the idea of being trapped.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 172):

"On one side is Energy or Chaos and on the other side is Matter or Form or Structure.  The energy seems to be white, and the other black.  One thing seems clear, both sides require that the equations be balanced....which I'm guessing means no lying.

Can you link air molecules together to form a forcefield?

Can you sense weaknessin an object with Order?

Can you use Order to perfect your movements so that you walk or run without wasted energy?'

"I'm not so sure about that. I tend to think of both forces as energy in a fashion. When I was just an Order mage I couldn't lie, but once I introduced Chaos to the mix, it became as easy as 1, 2 5."



"Yeah, I just did that actually."

Demonstrate the smashing effect on the glass she gave me.



"Sure can. But I tend to think of adding Chaos as causing weakness. But I could be wrong there, too."



"Good suggestion. Never tried it."

Then I ask Emma "What do you know about Order/Chaos magic?

"Can you link air molecules into a flat, horizontal surface about a foot above ground, and then step on it?"

"I think both would work.  Adding Chaos would create a weakness, the Order sensing would find one that is already there."

"Only what I have learned from observing you."

"Huh, never tried that."

Try it.



Remove Order from a wall. That should weaken it enough to put a hole in.

In my thoughts, adding Chaos would be like burning something, removing Order would be like rotting it. Let's see if that's right.



"Huh, I thought you knew more about this from what you said."

Pause.

"So, uh, what's it like outside? If I had kept going what would I find?"

Pause.

"And now that I've shown you I ain't to be messed with, can I get some more food? A nice medium rare steak with mushrooms and onions and a baked potato would work."

No harm in asking, right?

You're able to stand on a ledge made of air.  You can't see it, but you can feel it.

Its like nothing you've stood on before.  +@1 to walking and forcefields.

The removing order moves more smoothly, and the chaos goes in fits, a little, a lot, a little....The basic theory is right.  Chaos also creates more of an opportunity for other chemical reactions to occur.

"I rule Aefwal.  The sky is a darker blue than Earth That Was.  I have five district lords that report to me.  Each has their own style of district.  My district is a mix of dirt mounds with roots and some tall buildings.  I have thousands of clones who work for me  The district lords are Sylax, Fire Princess, Mechanos, Princess Carraway, and Icthon.

Sylax's district if full of hardedged metal bunkers.  Fire Princess has woods and burnt fields and caves.  Mechanos has test labs of many sizes with hundreds of robots.  Princess Carraway has tall, black crystalline skyscrapers with pools with every person being astonishing beautiful and much artwork.  Icthon's district is hard to get too since he wobbles in and out of the present moment."


"I...yes, I could do that."  A few hours later, a flawlessly beautiful woman bearing the food steps in.  Her robes are white.

OOC) Oh how I wish this was a Mature rated forum......

I sit down and eat. Ask Emma what other theories she's comprised for Order/Chaos magic.

"What else do you think it could do? How could it be combined? Any more theories?"

Cheek for the verser sense. Is it still there?

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 178):

OOC: I would not play if it was.  I don't want to know about your fantasies.  Nor really anyone else's.  Its a little like accidentally walking in on someone in the bathroom at McDonalds.  Ewwww.


"I am Princess Carraway, leader of the Perfect.  Emma thought I could help you figure out how to use your magics to perfect your ability to move.  My people are naturally graceful.  Perhaps I can teach you how to walk so smoothly that you could walk through a minefield, and set none of them off."

"Sure. That sounds like a plan. What do I need to do?"

Keep checking for that other verser sense.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 180):

She sets you to just standing there, and breathing while you hold Order in your body.  Whenever you sag your shoulders, or twist your spine, she taps the offending area with a long ivory wand.

"First we learn how to breathe and stand.  If you are very good, we may learn how to walk in a week."

It is surprisingly tiring.

The second day, she has you do the same with Chaos in your body.  This is even harder as the Chaos energy makes you want to twitch after a while.  At the end of three hours, your limbs are trembling.

On the third day, she puts a cup of very hot, and great smelling coffee atop your head, filled to the brim....

Be prepared to freeze the cup of coffee solid if it spills, but sure. I'm up for that.

What is the other verser sense doing?

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 182):

You have to freeze it pretty quickly.

She laughs. Its like tinkling bells.

"That's cheating." She asks you to reheat her coffee.

The other verser sense has gotten about half the distance closer.

I'll be their Guinea pig for now. Try to learn and improve myself.

Wait for Rachel.

A day passes as you learn 'the right way' to breathe.  With concentration,  you find you can walk, run, and recover more quickly and easily than before.  Its a door opened into a wider world.

A television screen appears, and shows Phoenix in the air.

"Who is this?"  Emma asks.

"Ah, my love...... She's the reason I melted a hole in your wall. And I guarantee she'll do a lot more than that to this place. Now, where is she? We've got a pretty nice setup here. I'd like to bring her into the fold. I'm sure she could teach you a few things, and you her. Just tell me where she is and I'll go get her."

Telepathy to Rachel. "Can you find me? I've got a pretty sweet setup here. Come on in. I'm sure they'd love to have you."

And if something goes wrong, I'm also sure that between the two of us, Magehammer and The Phoenix can fight our way out.

(Doing Therapy)

In reply to JohnA1nut (msg # 186):

"Sorry Magehammer.  But SCIENCE."  And the room slams into subzero cold, and floods with a sedative gas while an electric current knocks you flying as it jumps into your body through the floor.

"You son of a......"

Then I pass out. What happens when I wake up?