RE: Cloudsea - The Chronicle of Alice Van Vaugen
07-06-2017, 01:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-06-2017, 01:20 PM by NotABear.)
Alice was breathing, right? She actually had to check. Why the hell is talking to people so difficult, and why is Qhen making it even harder by being cool and smart and reasonable? Washing the dishes caused more discomfort in her shoulder and she decided to check that out when she was done.
Hmm. Banana... She'd be fine with banana FLAVORED ice cream. It's actual bananas she has a problem with. The texture is just kinda- eh...
She thinks of her weapon for a little bit. That's... a problem. She was thinking the same thing- about how she should work on some different round types- but it's... complicated. Magic levels of complicated. You see, the ammo pouch was a present from one of her 'unrelated relatives' when she finally decided on a weapon type, and built one of her first weapons. The ammo pouch binds to the weapon, and gives it a convenient place to be stored at all times, no matter the physical size. It also contains an 'AP' or 'Ammo Pool'. Basically a self-regenerating magical focus that creates ammo for the associated weapon on command. It's super convenient, and means she doesn't have to carry ammo on her person... but it also means that if she wants to carry a different weapon, either she needs to build the ammo for that by hand... or rebind the pouch.
Now -THAT- isn't necessarily a problem either, except she has no control over what ammo will be generated by the pouch when she binds the weapon. The instructions mentioned something about 'source', 'quality' and 'materials' mattering when binding a weapon. To wit: Her pop-gun is basically a 'handmade - medium grade - makeshift' weapon. The barrel is a piece of piping she found... the handle was carved out of wood, by herself, with a pocket knife, and the mechanisms were built from an old busted clock.
. . . Her teachers were really weird people, okay? She's gotten to handle a bunch of weapons, and is basically aware of the different 'grades'. A Source is either Handmade, Mass Produced, or Artisanal. Quality is Poor, Medium, and Great, and Materials can be Makeshift, Purposed, or Specialized.
... That was probably really boring, sorry! Just something to keep in mind. She's sort of helping to find another weapon while searching the town, but Siege weapons are rare, and Siege-Firearms even rarer. So she might find a rifle... or a portable ballista... She could try to build one again. Hm.
Alice blinks. She looks at the book fort she was in the middle of making. Oh. Good. Last time she did this, she much younger, and had thrown a fit after getting into an argument with one of her teachers. A sigh. She continued working on the fort. It took a lot more books, but she had a LOT of books. Books she wouldn't really care about. Do you know, when your main intake of commodities is books, and you sometimes spend up to four thousand royals a month, book printing companies will send you books to hopefully keep your business? She has SO MANY dictionaries and the like. She climbs into the book fort, pulls her knees up to her chest, and closes her eyes.
. . .In her dreams, she watches movies. Memories. Things she hasn't thought about in a long time. You know, she's never met her parents? She may as well be an orphan. She may as well not be Alice Vaugen. In her dreams, she IS someone else. Someone interesting. Or maybe... someone uninteresting? She never understood why she had to live alone for so long. Was it to keep her safe? From what? She died. Some weird monster that haunts the corners of her thoughts ran her through with a big claw. The only reason she's still alive is because of Empty. . . In her dreams, she tries to be Empty. What is it like? What is it's motivation? It's reason for existing? Why did it pick her?
In her dreams, she feels... em-- What is that sound?
Alice stirred from her sleep- and was instantly aware of weight on her. She tried to move. Soft. Blanket. But more weight than that, because she couldn't move. Also the sound, like... a purring. Alice squinted her eyes shut even harder. She adjusted to try and go back to sleep- and the purring stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes... and found herself staring eye to eye with a blue scalekin. Alice stares into their eyes. Blue. Scalekin. Horns. Fins? Fins. Horn-Fins. Shiny eyes. They watch Alice. Then a long thin tongue snakes out of their barely open mouth and pokes Alice on the nose.
*Gentle Tone*
= Alice's Brain is currently unavailable. We have enabled the emergency suggestion system. You will have to interpret the current parser yourself and figure out which option to pick. Thank you. =
*Gentle Tone, Descending*
( ) Aaa.
( ) Aaa?
( ) Aaa!
( ) AAA.
( ) AAA?
( ) AAA!
( ) AAAAA(cont.)
Hmm. Banana... She'd be fine with banana FLAVORED ice cream. It's actual bananas she has a problem with. The texture is just kinda- eh...
She thinks of her weapon for a little bit. That's... a problem. She was thinking the same thing- about how she should work on some different round types- but it's... complicated. Magic levels of complicated. You see, the ammo pouch was a present from one of her 'unrelated relatives' when she finally decided on a weapon type, and built one of her first weapons. The ammo pouch binds to the weapon, and gives it a convenient place to be stored at all times, no matter the physical size. It also contains an 'AP' or 'Ammo Pool'. Basically a self-regenerating magical focus that creates ammo for the associated weapon on command. It's super convenient, and means she doesn't have to carry ammo on her person... but it also means that if she wants to carry a different weapon, either she needs to build the ammo for that by hand... or rebind the pouch.
Now -THAT- isn't necessarily a problem either, except she has no control over what ammo will be generated by the pouch when she binds the weapon. The instructions mentioned something about 'source', 'quality' and 'materials' mattering when binding a weapon. To wit: Her pop-gun is basically a 'handmade - medium grade - makeshift' weapon. The barrel is a piece of piping she found... the handle was carved out of wood, by herself, with a pocket knife, and the mechanisms were built from an old busted clock.
. . . Her teachers were really weird people, okay? She's gotten to handle a bunch of weapons, and is basically aware of the different 'grades'. A Source is either Handmade, Mass Produced, or Artisanal. Quality is Poor, Medium, and Great, and Materials can be Makeshift, Purposed, or Specialized.
... That was probably really boring, sorry! Just something to keep in mind. She's sort of helping to find another weapon while searching the town, but Siege weapons are rare, and Siege-Firearms even rarer. So she might find a rifle... or a portable ballista... She could try to build one again. Hm.
Alice blinks. She looks at the book fort she was in the middle of making. Oh. Good. Last time she did this, she much younger, and had thrown a fit after getting into an argument with one of her teachers. A sigh. She continued working on the fort. It took a lot more books, but she had a LOT of books. Books she wouldn't really care about. Do you know, when your main intake of commodities is books, and you sometimes spend up to four thousand royals a month, book printing companies will send you books to hopefully keep your business? She has SO MANY dictionaries and the like. She climbs into the book fort, pulls her knees up to her chest, and closes her eyes.
Alice Wrote:". . . Empty?"
Empty Wrote:( Yes, Alice of Vaugen? )
Alice Wrote:"Can Qhen see and hear you... or do I just look crazy?"
Empty Wrote:( I believe you still look crazy, even if Qhen can see me. )
Alice Wrote:". . ."
Empty Wrote:( I believe you are angry at me again. )
Alice Wrote:"Just- I need to take a nap."
Empty Wrote:( Qhen will not disturb your sleep unless it is important, I imagine. )
Alice Wrote:"Thanks."
. . .In her dreams, she watches movies. Memories. Things she hasn't thought about in a long time. You know, she's never met her parents? She may as well be an orphan. She may as well not be Alice Vaugen. In her dreams, she IS someone else. Someone interesting. Or maybe... someone uninteresting? She never understood why she had to live alone for so long. Was it to keep her safe? From what? She died. Some weird monster that haunts the corners of her thoughts ran her through with a big claw. The only reason she's still alive is because of Empty. . . In her dreams, she tries to be Empty. What is it like? What is it's motivation? It's reason for existing? Why did it pick her?
In her dreams, she feels... em-- What is that sound?
Alice stirred from her sleep- and was instantly aware of weight on her. She tried to move. Soft. Blanket. But more weight than that, because she couldn't move. Also the sound, like... a purring. Alice squinted her eyes shut even harder. She adjusted to try and go back to sleep- and the purring stopped.
She slowly opened her eyes... and found herself staring eye to eye with a blue scalekin. Alice stares into their eyes. Blue. Scalekin. Horns. Fins? Fins. Horn-Fins. Shiny eyes. They watch Alice. Then a long thin tongue snakes out of their barely open mouth and pokes Alice on the nose.
*Gentle Tone*
= Alice's Brain is currently unavailable. We have enabled the emergency suggestion system. You will have to interpret the current parser yourself and figure out which option to pick. Thank you. =
*Gentle Tone, Descending*
( ) Aaa.
( ) Aaa?
( ) Aaa!
( ) AAA.
( ) AAA?
( ) AAA!
( ) AAAAA(cont.)