Tulpamancing Roleplay: An exercise in visualization.

[Jax]

((G's Afterword made me laugh much harder than it should have.))

 

"What the Hell was THAT?" Miah asked herself. She had the woman right where she wanted her, next thing she knew she was getting acquainted with the side of a stone wall. Thankfully, she was able to keep on her feet. Miah knew the whole thing had gone bottom up. Their only chance was to pull back and regroup.

 

Then a pain in her arm. She looked down to find a long syringe embedded in her shoulder. Stunned, she looked from her shoulder, to the woman, and then back again. One thought accompanied the chemicals no doubt coursing into her veins.

 

"Well... Bullocks..."

 

[Roll to Endure, target D12: 8]

 

She could feel a type of cloud coming over her thoughts. Everything around her became awkward and distorted. Somewhere in the back of her head, something was screaming. It was saying something important, something really important. What was it?

 

'Leave...' It whispered. 'Danger... Pass out... Capture... RUN.'

 

She had to go. The pony came second. She would help her later. She couldn't help,the others if she was captured. She had to leave.

 

The world continued to swirl around her. She reached into the satchel at her side, fumbling through her things. Her fingers felt fuzzy, numb, fat. The drug kicking in. From her bag she produced a small, metal ball. It was from an old friend, The old friend. It was from a time awhile back. She had only a few left. Use them cautiously. This called for it.

 

Before, however, something needed to be done. Miah looked at the woman across from her. Faking a malicious grin, the huntress pointed two fingers at her own eyes, then jabbed her index straight at the woman. This was not done. The ranger knew her face. This was not done.

[Endurance: 11]

 

Then she did it. Covering her nose and mouth with her cape, she threw the pellet at the ground in front of her. From the ball exploded a large cloud of smoke and fumes. Miah's eyes watered from the fumes, but she could not breath it in, lest she become a hacking, wheezing mess.

 

[Endurance:10]

 

No longer caring for her safety, the woman ran through the haze and tossed herself off the wall, away from the town. All was still for a moment, then the ground. Pain. Ignore it. Keep going.

 

Miah pointed herself towards the forest and was off. Don't think, go. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot. The haze over her mind grew darker, heavier. She wouldn't, couldn't give in.

 

[Endurance: 1]

 

"Come on, damnit!"

 

She sprinted towards the trees, instilled with a new vigor: the need, the will to survive. Her breath echoed through her ears, the ground pounded against her boots. She growled, trying to get the adrenaline pumping, unwilling to stop. The woods grew closer. So close.

 

[Endurance: 9]

 

She was in. The leaves crunched with her step. Bark surrounded her. Now to reach safety. Trees. Further back. Concealment. Safe. GO!

 

[Endurance: 12]

 

She found one. She climbed. The haze was closing in. Everything went quiet. High. Safe.

Big branch. Won't fall off. Safe. Good.

 

With that, Miah resigned to rescue the others, but first and foremost she would find the medicine woman and put her in her place. No more playing around.

 

She allowed the haze to overtake her, and her eyes lolled into the back of her head. Darkness.

[G+3]

Pruria winced and held her leg up to block the guard's sure-to-hit punch.

 

Guard; roll strength; d19: 18

Pruria; roll endurance; d23: 7

 

The guard threw a lopsided knuckle and the pony was able to block the punch, grab his hand and push him off balance to give her a second to run away. She averted her eyes from the guard and behind her seen a cloud of black dust and a missing Miah, then she turned right way and seen her bass, [My bass.]

 

Get up; difficulty: 6. Roll strength; d10: 1. Now the dice are rolling our way!

 

The pony found her hooves, and stooped down on her good foreleg, with her hind in the air. She extended her wings and used the last fading ounces of her strength to burst into a dash, the entire length of the wall, and retrieve her instrument.

 

She looked back to where she was, the guard has just re-gained his feet and was rushing towards her. What's worse was a woman in a brown coat rushed through the black smoke with a cloth covering her mouth; she held another kind of stick, one that looked a lot scarier than the others, and the others damn hurt.

 

Get away; difficulty: half. Roll agility; d18: 8

 

The pegasus seen no other option than to strap her bass to her back and dive over the wall. She done so, only barley ecsacaping—with the guards fingertips pulling on her tail. She opened her wings approaching the ground and pulled up. But she wasn't into the woods yet, she was still losing blood.

 

Get outta there. Difficulty, descent: 10. Roll endurance; d24: 18

 

Despite the ponies close get away and fully functioning wings, the loss of blood and new sensations of pain with every flap of her wings over came her and she slowly began to black out. She was about half way to the woods when her eyes became bleary and her wings ceased to work.

 

She came down onto the ground in a heavy thump. She was too far from the trees, if Miah had escaped she would be unable to rescue the pony because of danger of being spotted. She had come so close to escape; the pegasus only hoped to be captured, at least before night came. And her vision went black.

[cruse]

|Vixen|

 

The syringe made contact.

 

Upon knowing this, Vixen let out a sign of relief, she won't be skewered to death with that two knife anymore. She noticed that the black figure is a human female. The women in black made a 'I'll never forget you' gesture. Vixen saw her eyes,

 

It's not black.

 

She's not a possessed!

 

"What a-"

 

Before Vixen could say her line, the women threw something. Bombs? Oh I'm resistant to fire...

 

[align=center]It's a smoke.

 

Potassium Chlorate![/align]

 

Vixen quickly produced a handkerchief specifically made to filter most type of corrosion. But of the KClO₃ fume already went into her eye and mouth, she was temporarily blinded.

 

Her sight returned, she saw a winged white pony flew away and ran into the forest. At the same time, she saw a black blur running into the forest, and disappear. How could that women ran so far with anesthetic coursing through her veins?

 

"I seriously need to revise recipe of my anesthetic"

 

Then she realized;

 

Wraith don't possess pony, and they can't do a quick and precise movement like that women! They're not a possessed!

 

"Sir! The pony collapsed in the forest!"

 

The soldier that was previously wrestling with the pony held a black binocular. Another one of Aigis's invention.

 

"Sent a group of sentry to capture it, we need some questioning. And try to find the other intruder also. I'll tend to the wounded."

 

The guard requested a group of sentry to go get the pony through the walkie-talkie and find the black women. Vixen walked up to the other guard who is lying on the ground. This guard wounded up pretty badly despite being well trained, how'd she survive the encounter against that women herself?

 

Vixen injected the guard with the last of her concoction, [metabolizer]. As the name suggested, it enhance the metabolism allowing a person to actually grow back there body in a second. One can become wolverine for 3 second with this. The draw back is, you get real hungry afterward due to the protein needed to regenerate body parts. The large wound on the guard's arm closed up without any scar in a second.

 

"Thank you professor."

 

"Don't let me caught you slacking on a CQC training alright?"

 

The guard stomach rumbled as his body used up all the protein to heal. The guard pulled out his canned ration and starts digging in. As Vixen made another [metabolizer] for herself, another black figure is flying toward their position.

 

The guard put down his ration, grabbed his rifle on the ground and fired.

 

Accuracy D14; rolled 3

[impenetrable] activated; nullifies ranged attack above D2

 

The bullet bounced off the winged black figure. Vixen told the guard to hold his fire as he's about to line up another shop. The winged figure landed on the wall's roof, it's whole body clad in black shadow. The shadow parted way and revealed it's face to be Chloe.

 

"Vixen!"

 

"What are you doing here?"

 

"Uhh... nothing."

 

"You must have heard the gunfire, but d-"

 

"Who was the one you were fighting just now!?!"

 

Chloe shot her question. Vixen gave her a strange look.

 

"It was a pony and a women in black. Wh-"

 

"It's Miah and Joal!!!"

 

[This is the sentry unit, we've found the white pony collapsed in the forest, out]

 

The guard's walkie-talkie rang out. Chloe was definitely half relieved and half angry.

 

"Joal!"

 

"You know the pony?"

 

Vixen asked, she was quite surprised of Chloe's reaction.

 

"We met them in the forest! What did you do to them?!?"

 

"They were your friend? Why didn't they come into the town in the first place?!?"

 

"Miah didn't trust the town, and Joal didn't trust Miah on her own!"

 

Huh, Joal and Miah? Joal sounds familiar...

 

Vixen sighed, she borrowed one of the guard's walkie-talkie and told the sentry team to not hurt the winged pony nor the women in black.

 

[Copy that, but we couldn't find the other target, it's trail is very vague like those left by a professional hunters, over]

 

I seriously need to revise my anesthetic recipe

[Wrath]

Meanwhile Leo was making his way back to the tavern, having watched the cloaked woman disappear over the wall. He made a note to inform Aegis of the going on outside. But for now he had a book to finish.

 

[[yay for my character being so interesting.]]

[cruse]

|Chloe|Vixen|

 

The sun is directly above sky. It's definitely a noon. The winged pony is brought into the town via a stretcher. She was brought into a injured room in one of the guard's barrack. Chloe stayed beside her all the while.

 

There was no sign of the women in black at all, she have covered her tracks perfectly along with many false tracks to lure the sentry. The sentry knew the track was false, but they couldn't find any of the track that's real.

 

From what Vixen can tell, the wound on the pony is pretty bad, multiple gun shot wound and a really nasty one in the fore-leg. Vixen signaled the guard to bring some apple, she've heard that pony likes apple.

 

A pony unicorn riflemen bursted into the room.

 

"Can't you rookie separate a monster from a pony? If my people in equestria know of this, you can't imagine the complication! Why didn't you stop them professor?!?"

 

Vixen sighed. This damned unicorn better shut up.

 

"Keeping myself alive against the attack of that black women is almost beyond my abilities. You expect me to be worried about the life of another intruder like that? Don't worry, I'll fix her up."

 

Vixen told Chloe to stay near Joal, so she won't go on rampage when she woke up. She mixed a dose of [metabolizer] and injected it to the pony. All of it's wound disappeared in seconds. The guard brought some apple just in time.

 

"You better keep that apple handy, this pony will be real hungry when she woke up."

 

Then, the white pony woke up. Chloe greeted her with a smile.

 

"Are you alright Joal?"

 

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Also, G, there's 1 knight, 2 riflemen, Vixen, Chloe, and the unicorn night guard (riflemen) wrath brought up in page 8. Just so you know what to describe the room and who to fight if you're actually starting a rampage.

 

As for the room itself, you can decide G/Joal. Just keep it japanese style.

[Jax]

((Hmmm... I'll wait a little while for Miah to wake up. When she does though.... Well, guerrilla warfare isn't out of the question. Not right away though... This is going to be fun...))

[G+3]

And I hope you don't mind, Curse, if I use your little character header thingy? It's incredibly concise.

 

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|Pruria|

 

Joal's eye's shot open and she heard a familiar voice. She jumped from the stretcher—in fright—and into a very heavy figure behind her. She checked all her wounds, [gone?!] She attempted to focus her eyes but the room was simply too dark.

 

The pony, with no idea what was going on, began to flail her her legs around, hoping it would give her some space. Not two seconds into her flail, the figure she had bumped into pick her up and restrained her. Chloe began trying to calm the pony, and, once Pruria had given up her struggle and tried to focus her eyes once more, she immediately screamed [Chloe! Help me!]

 

The guard released her—with Chloe's word—and the pony quickly rushed and hugged Chloe incredibly hard. Then she screamed even loader [G! Chloe! HELP!] The pony panted incredibly heavy for a few seconds before slowing down; she pawed at—or practically intruded—Chloe's face to make sure she was still there.

 

Eventually, she very slowly got down from the shadow warrior's head. She was still breathing above regular levels but she had stopped screaming. She looked around the room to see a few familiar faces; but not with any pleasant recognition.

 

[H- hello. How are we all?] She said, as calm as she could. A guard handed her an apple, [Why does everyone always just assume?...] she murmured; the other pony in the room—who Joal had not seen—agreed through his words,

''Tell me about it...''

 

Her belly rumbled with an earthquake, Joal sheepishly took the apple and began munching on it, [T- thanks...] The room had gone confusedly quiet with the pony's impromptu outburst but, before anything else could be said, The pony perked up her worry again and turned around to question Chloe, ''Where's G? And where's Miah?!'' Her heart beat rose once more and, once more, she felt at her shoulder where the pellet had taken a short cut, ''Where's my bass? Was I dreaming?!''

 

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|G|

 

''God damnit, Where the hell is everybody?'' Said G, in a fed-up mumble, after being refused entry to the north-western turret.

[Wrath]

Did you change Pruria's name to joal?

[cruse]

I'll write some scenes in the injured room after I slept.

Also, Miah, you can try some guerrilla warfare but now is not a great timing... But yeah, Vixen IS pretty worried she messed with the wrong person.

 

You should be awake around at 5:00PM, Vixen anesthetic are made to last, an hour before the event "The Plume of Dusk" starts. You can guess what it's about.

 

I hope you don't mind G, but i'll use your catch phrase.

 

And please, call me Cruse.

[G+3]

Her full name is Pruria Joal, she prefers when people call her Joal; I, however, as her partner, am allowed to call her Pruria (and she can't do shit to convince me other wise.) I was going to slot it into the posts but she would have had to keep track who knew either name and it would have been disruptive. Yay foresight!

 

Well played Curse... well played...