Havelock Vetinari

IC (Leon) "Well. I lost my..." Leon paused. He didn't really know the vampiric term for what Jenna was...and he'd only heard her use one term. He sighed, clenched his teeth and cursed god, then spoke: "Foster-mother...in the chaos. Trying to link back up. Make sure everything's still alright. Last I saw, she'd hooked up with...." He clenched his teeth again, forcing the mental images down with sheer force of will. "An old flame." IC (Romulus) "...." Romulus looked helplessly at his bodyguards, a thousand questions in his eyes. How did she get here before us? How did she get drunk that quickly? And what on earth is she doing? Also should I add brilliant stud to my list of titles? IC (Alecto) "Aw ###### kid." Alecto dug around in his medkit, produced from one of the many cupboards around his kitchen. With a statisfied hum, he produced a syringe of morphine. "I can set the arm, but that won't do much for the pain. You aren't afraid of needles right? If ya are, well....I might have some pills around, but they're not gonna do alot on their own." Alecto cricked his neck. "And I'm sorta wondering why you're telling me all of this....but I'm not gonna complain if you're in a talking mood." Probably helped him distract himself from the pain. "So you've got a twin. Can sense emotions..seem fairly decent...how the ###### did someone like you end up in the X-Men?"

IC (Leon) Leon's mouth worked for a moment. Hearing such a thing come from the mouth of what at least appeared to be a teenager was...disconcerting. Jenna had never suggested something like that casually...which was saying something, considering that amongst her suggestion was 'there's only a dozen of them. We'll be fine.' If fine meant 'chased out of the tomb by a horde of troglodytic snake people' then she had an interesting definition of the word. But....still. Nothing like that. Leon blinked once. Twice. "I don't....." He searched for a word that was both polite and got his disgust with the idea across. "....do that." You're a poet Leon.

And with any possible concerns addressed, I'll be happy to approve this RPG. I am impressed by the amount of effort that went into fleshing out the world...in particular the equipment. I've had a few long chats with Riku regarding the RPG which has addressed many of the concerns I've had. The world seems well thought out, functional. And if the insane amount of activity the offsite chat is getting is any indication, there's one heck of a playerbase ready and raring to go. Breaking Point [1]

IC (Borte Khan) "Salutations." Borte Khan paused for a moment, to take a quick, graceful sip of her freshly pilfered drink. "An interesting day I think. You have a guest correct? I trust the days events have not been overly trying on her." Borte's voice was flat and calm throughout, as if was not disturbed in the slightest about the recently thwarted invasion or the fact more then a few parts of the city were still burning. IC (Leon) "Tends to happen when you wind up in the middle of an invasion. And near more then a few large explosions." Good thing he didn't have any fillings. He was pretty sure they'd have come loss when Red Skull hit the ground like Jenna hit sanity.

IC (Leon) Leon, still cradling his nose, looked up. ".....And you'd be the teenager we found in Lynae's chambers. Small world." A look of sudden concern flashed across Leon's face. "You really shouldn't be outside right now. City....is not in good shape." It was...something of an understatement all told.

IC (Leon) "OH FUC-" Leon didn't precisely squeal in pain, but the sound he made could be mistaken for it. He hunched over, holding already abused nose as more blood flowed from it. Nazis. Jenna reuniting with someone who was probably just as insane as she was. Getting snarked at by some wannabe comedian with bat wings. All in one day. One day he'd figure out just what he'd done to deserve all this.

IC (Leon) Leon stumbled away from Times Square, clutching his nose, trying to stem the bleeding. Part of his mind was wondering just what the mechanics were behind bleeding in vampires, considering most of their blood was...donated. Heck. The blood in Leon's system wasn't even human. He made do with deer. Easy to hunt. Plentiful. And most importantly, legal. In certain seasons at least. The other parts of his mind were mostly focused on making sure his wasn't broken. This seemed to be a more pressing concern. His senses, being mostly occupied by the steady tide of blood flowing out of his nose, completely failed to pick up Abigail's carefree approach.

OOC: So I was told two people were waiting for me. As I was waiting for them. As a note, feel free to send me a PM if I haven't posted in awhile. Something to the effect of "Havelock you lazy ### post already. I have your family." Should do the trick! IC (Morgan) "Mark it down for me when we get back inside. Things are going to get worse before they get better. Mark my words. I need something to distract me." Morgan took off his sunglasses and shook his head. "I'm rambling aren't I?" "Just a bit sir." Enrique commented, voice neutral. "I need to go to bed don't I?" "Probably sir." "Thank you Enrique. I'd be lost without you." Morgan sighed and stepped out of the jeep, taking in the site of the embassy. As for Enrique, he'd began to pull the blue vehicle up to the garage. Didn't even need to be asked. He'd always been the reliable one. With another sigh, Morgan headed for the embassy. With his luck, he'd end up dreaming about paper work. Or dying horribly. Possibly both.

We just slow down a bit. To grab snacks.

IC (Borte Khan) It was at this point Borte Khan, hair tied up into a neat bun and robes in perfect order, calmly strolled into the room. She paused for a moment, to take in the current story in the never-ending news cycle, then made her way to the cabinet. Moments later she'd poured herself a glass of quality bourbon, and quietly acquired a seat for herself. She had not made a single comment during the entire affair.

IC (Alecto) Alecto rubbed his neck, noting that even if that slight ache developed into whiplash, witnessing that exchange had been totally totally worth it. With one raised eyebrow, Alecto turned too the wounded 'twin' with respect and something approaching frank admiration in his eyes. "And actually, this is a non-kill shelter. So I'll just be getting Borzoi here a shot of Vodka instead. Kay?" Alecto turned back to Showstopper with wide smirk on his face. "Think he's earned it." Alecto, still supporting the wounded man, then rounded a corner. "This is my floor. Just need to make it to the apartment now. Then we'll get you patched up. And get you some victory vodka. It's the best kind. Trust me."

Reviewed this at camp, over the weekend. Printed it out. Hmm. Magic system is still not to my tastes, but that's personal.. Approved. (3)

I'd like to clarify on my issues with the magic system, since just stating I have a problem with it helps...no one really. It's...nerfed. Heavily nerfed. I rather think "necromancer" is a grand a grand sort of title for someone who can maybe make a corpse move for a few minutes at a time, and then wait awhile before doing it again. In the games, the lore (the parts of it that aren't insane-thanks Kirkbride, I loathe you until the end of time) you see necromaners worthy of the title. With skeleton mooks, the ability to reanimate dead bodies for longer then it takes to walk down to the local 7-11. So I'm sorta wondering where these folks are in your RPG.

You called?

IC (Alecto) "No offense, but To Catch A Predator doesn't around. I mean, half the time I was around the guy I was just waiting for Chris Hansen to bust down the door." A slight ruffle of the wings. "Though it turns out I'm not his type. Thank whoever. See, as soon as he was done failing hilariously at insulting me, he crept right into Fangs'n thangs room. Now I'm not against a little interracial mixing, but c'mon, a werewolf and vampire? No way that's gonna end well. Specially because I think he's taking the relationship a little too seriously. Real tragic." He paused. "What I'm saying is you might have a little competition on the street corner champ."

Hmmm. Well-thought out rules system, fleshed out setting, I can tell there's alot of passion behind this RPG. The only thing that leaps out to me is that, speaking as a player and not a judge, the magic system is too limited for my tastes. So I probably won't be playing with this personally. But that is neither here nor there and won't factor into the approval of the RPG.

IC (Alecto) "It's nice to be appreciated. I wish I coulda gotten more from fangs n'thangs little splatterfest but it wasn't my best night." Alecto's wings perked up for a moment. "Oooooh. You happen to know Bubba? Big hairy guy? Says bub alot? Reeeeeeal short temper? I swear the guy propositioned me. All that was missin' was the white windowless van. And-watch that step-well, anyway, I told em I'd think about it. Provided he, ya know, put a paperbag over his face. Not my place to tell ya your business, but I'm not sure you wanna be on the kind of watchlists he'd attract." Alecto guided the wounded man through a corner, trying to ignore just how freaking tired he was.

IC (Alecto) "I'll need some evidence for that claim I'm afraid." Alecto smiled weakly as he took in the state of the wounded man. "Anyway, gonna assume that means you're good to move." Alecto hooked his arm under the less-snarky X-Man's good shoulder. "Stay steady on your feet, if you're slipping you'll need ta let me know. We'll take this one step at a time, and if you feel something else break, try to get me the location of it. Ya know, somewhere in the screaming." It wasn't his fault his sense of humor didn't have an off-button. Really.

IC (Alecto) Oh. This is going to be fun. "Well, yeah you've got ground to cover. Again. Street corners. Downstairs. Second, on the tongue thing, the mouthwash is upstairs. All you had to do was ask. Though as a medical professional I strongly advise you start watching where you put that thing. Modern medicine can only do much." Alecto let out a faux-sad sigh, then switched right back to the ######-eating grin. "Third, why would folks need to leap for it? Seems to me that belt comes off easy enough." Then the bat-bewinged mercenary frowned as the full extant of the damage to the arm became clear. "######. Alright, I'm gonna need you to describe the pain." If the pain was bad enough, moving him until he got the painkillers in his system might be out the question.

IC (Alecto) Well. The day had just taken another turn. So many X-Men so little time to snark....and yeah, there was no way a belt was gonna make a suitable splint. Someone had taken the *special* late night course to pass his biology class....that someone was also gonna pay for the Adam West crack. Turnabout was fair play. Not that Alecto would care if it didn't. "Okay. First off, Fox Ryder, I think you've gotten a bit turned around. The street corners are down by the first floor. Easy mistake to make, I know." Alecto flashed a ######-eating grin as he bent down to examine the the wounded man's arm. "Second, I'm happy to inform you that you can dump that belt right back into the dumpster behind Hot Topic. I've got a splint in my apartment, with a few other things besides. Like painkillers. The good kind."

IC (Leon) Leon was not, to put it bluntly, having a good day. Actual, factual Nazi's had fricking invaded New York....and one them, big, pissy Austrian type had decided to play a riveting game of chase-the-vampire-and-throw-things-at-home until he had, as had become his habit, been chased from the frying pan and into the goddamn fire. And, just as the...assorted misfits, Neo-Romans and what seemed to be two very very lost Soviet BMP's had turned the cluster-screw that Times Sqaure had become into a slighter manageable screwfest....a giant, evil, Jolly-rancher be-headed Red Skull had shown up. Granted, he'd bit the dust after, but as with all good things that happened, Leon had suffered for it. In this case by being knocked into the curb, face-first, by the shockwave. "Uuuugharaglefeh." He climbed to his feet, trying to assess the damage. Okay. Nosebleed. But no fang fragments on the curb. That was.....something.

OOC: Shoot, sorry guys. Finals. What can I say? IC (Morgan) "Ah. Finally. Home sweet....compound." Morgan sighed as the Vel Verde embassy finally came into view. "Enrique, remind me, next time I want to waste an evening, there's probably a bar nearby that'll do just as well as mysterious shopkeepers. This whole venture...ack." Morgan made a sound of disgust. "Worthless." Enrique nodded absentmindedly. "Yessir. Of course sir. I think there's a nice coffee place nearby..."

IC (Alecto) So. Yeah. He'd excused himself around the time Hitler's Lil'boy face-planted. He'd done a few ops on the wrong side of the law, so Alecto wasn't exactly keen on sticking around and answering questions for the Amazing Flying Smurf Brigade. He'd done his part, swore at Red Skull, implied his mother and his father had a heritage unusually rich in species diversity and shot at him uselessly for the duration of the battle. It always felt good, giving back to the community. Though, judging from the jig one of those corporate mercs was doing onto of...a tank? It was probably a tank. After Ol'Red and Compensating made sweet sweet love to the asphalt, some folks had been enjoying it just a little too much to be healthy. Anyway. Any other day he'd have stuck around, found some man in uniform to flirt with and roast something on the soon-to-burning pile of failure and sauerkraut. Then he'd tallied up his day. Drained himself doing a ritual for a cute guy with a magic staff, promptly had his hopes for a date dashed by a wall of pure ignorance and obliviousness. Then vampires had decided it was time to play neighborhood watch. And then ruin his lamp (it was cheap, but the principle of the thing matters) and then, evidently, decided to hightail it out of there for...reasons. He almost pitied that other vampire, the one who'd been tagging along with the crazy one. Then, as it turned out, the vampire who'd mistaken her nose for a sprinkler and blood for water turned out to have bought a place in the same building. If that wasn't a sign the neighborhood was on the way out, he didn't know what was. Sure, he'd met Snow, who seemed pretty sensible as cybernetic commando's went, but with his luck, she'd be burning down his apartment this time next week. Aaaaaand then the Nazi's had invaded. Again. Speaking of, his apartment looked like it'd seen better days. A few holes in the walls, a teed off doorman prowling around the entrance with a musket and a bloodthristy glint in the eye....yeah. He'd be going in through one of the holes. He didn't feel like messing with old man ###### right now. He'd been brave enough for one day. Hm. Oh happy day. It looked like his floor had gotten the worst of the fighting. Rejected. Invaded and shot at. all in the same day. Alecto fancied himself something of an expert on medical issues.. Trustworthy when it came to the medical field. So considering that, in his professional medical opinion, he needed to get drunk-quickly-he rather hoped his vodka had made it out okay. If it didn't...well. Time to crawl into bad and have a good long cry. Then find something to punch. And stab. And maybe burn. Yeah. Burning sounded nice. Alecto sauntered through the halls of the building, taking note of the damage and hoping some of his neighbors (the old lady who kept leaving bibles at his door in particular) had gotten their fair share of property damage. Finally. He to the stairwell. He wasn't feeling brave right now. The elevator wasn't gonna be an option for awhile now. With his customary smirk stretching over his face, he started to climb the stairs. Then he stopped. Huh. Okay. Someone clinging to the rug....yep that was blood. ....And yeah, that arm was probably busted. ######. And he was trying to climb. That wasn't gonna do him any favors. At all. Alecto sighed. Looked like he was due for one more good deed. "Look. Uh. I know that's a nice rug. But I don't think it can set your arm. And I'm pretty sure if you keep trying to move it, you're gonna be in for a bad time. I mean, I don't know you, but going from the lack of leather and a gimp mask, you don't seem like the sort to enjoy pain..."

IC (Saphine) "Keep firing! He's not screaming yet!" Saphine crowed, half in annoyance and half in triumph. Out of their staunch loyalty to their paychecks, the Goldpoint crewmen redoubled their efforts to milk yet more pure, unleaded violence from the APC. IC (Alecto) Alecto, popping off a few useless shots from his pistol in the general direction of the Giga-Nazi the Insufferable couldn't resist some running commentary. "You know." He paused to crack off another shot. "It's a good thing I'm secure in who I am, otherwise you all would have to listen to me ***** about all the Archangels honing in on our turf. Also the blue skin is tacky." The snark, he found, helped keep the panic at bay. IC (Romulus) Still firing off armor-piercing rounds in the direction of the colossus-sized barbarian, Romulus somehow found the time to respond. "A fine trophy to be certain. Though..." Another shot. "By the end of the day I hope to have something worthy of a mantelpiece. Provided gravity does not rob us of our victory." Thistledown, meaning, fresh from strangling a HYDRA soldier, simply stood behind the Imperator.Though the glare she was leveling at Red Skull did qualify as a weapon all it's own. And quite possibly a war crime.

I have to agree with Tyler. Pokemon works-and works well-I highly suggest any RPG based upon similar media follow it's excellent example. The usage of offsite resources is also something of a gamekiller, as there has not been, to my knowledge, a single RPG that uses such a setup that has successfully based muster...for good reason at that.