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[ Welc0me to your fuckhaus, truckers.
Who knows how you ended up here, but suddenly, you find yourselves in a dark room... apparently alone and without the other. Your head hurts, in the kind that feels like a raging hangover — throbbing, coming and going, though to your benefit it seems like it's fading fast.
First things first — it's dim in here. Your eyes will get used to it, and you'll gradually be able to make out some things. Namely, you appear to be in a small and very barely furnished room, or a poor excuse of one. Your bed is threadbare and more like a slab of concrete with an equally thin blanket as you rise. There is a glass of water at least, and you'll probably need it given how you can feel the sweltering heat. Wherever you are, it must be blazing hot.
If you strain your ears, you can somewhat hear the din of... something, but it's muffled through the thick stone walls. There is a thick and massive door of stone, no grate to see through, barring your way.
Last of all, you see two, erm, suppose these are chests, in the room with you.
...What to do? ]
Who knows how you ended up here, but suddenly, you find yourselves in a dark room... apparently alone and without the other. Your head hurts, in the kind that feels like a raging hangover — throbbing, coming and going, though to your benefit it seems like it's fading fast.
First things first — it's dim in here. Your eyes will get used to it, and you'll gradually be able to make out some things. Namely, you appear to be in a small and very barely furnished room, or a poor excuse of one. Your bed is threadbare and more like a slab of concrete with an equally thin blanket as you rise. There is a glass of water at least, and you'll probably need it given how you can feel the sweltering heat. Wherever you are, it must be blazing hot.
If you strain your ears, you can somewhat hear the din of... something, but it's muffled through the thick stone walls. There is a thick and massive door of stone, no grate to see through, barring your way.
Last of all, you see two, erm, suppose these are chests, in the room with you.
...What to do? ]
[He flings himself out of bed and looks wildly around the room with the panic of a caged animal. It's hot, it's not North, where? What?
There aren't any vines, right? No thorns?
Cerberus is also here and biting his ankle, so at least he knows it's not a dream.
Unfortunate.
It takes him a few minutes to orient himself in the room and notice the chests. He'll just kick them open.]
There aren't any vines, right? No thorns?
Cerberus is also here and biting his ankle, so at least he knows it's not a dream.
Unfortunate.
It takes him a few minutes to orient himself in the room and notice the chests. He'll just kick them open.]
[Oh, sweltering heat and a place that looks pretty unwelcoming. We must be once again in Da'at--no we're not shut up about Da'at already Nick goodness gracious.
Regardless, it's indeed hot. Nuwa looks around, ignores the water because taking that seems like a bad idea, and instead focuses on the...chest.
Truthfully, approaching the chest seems like a bad idea, but there's hardly a reason not to. That glass of water probably won't help her get out of wherever this is, but this object perhaps will]
Fine then.
[Nuwa approaches the chest and, after a bit of fiddling, manages to spring it open. Aha! Bounty! Too bad she didn't have a promo key to gain access to hella powerful weaponry, but this is what it is!]
Regardless, it's indeed hot. Nuwa looks around, ignores the water because taking that seems like a bad idea, and instead focuses on the...chest.
Truthfully, approaching the chest seems like a bad idea, but there's hardly a reason not to. That glass of water probably won't help her get out of wherever this is, but this object perhaps will]
Fine then.
[Nuwa approaches the chest and, after a bit of fiddling, manages to spring it open. Aha! Bounty! Too bad she didn't have a promo key to gain access to hella powerful weaponry, but this is what it is!]
Edited 2022-01-04 02:24 (UTC)
[ Nick and Nuwa can talk about Da'at forever, I'm giving them both a permit.
Nuwa opens up one of the chests present, and she finds... A GUN! No, seriously. She finds a gun inside the container and it all looks pretty gosh-darn high tech. As soon as the lid flips open, a holographic screen shows up. ]
[ The screen is untouchable (your hand will phase right through it). Maybe you can entertain yourself by flailing at it for the 15 or so seconds it'll remain up before it flits out and you're just left with this crazy, bayonet-having gun. Don't let its appearance deceive you, this is in fact a sniper rifle.
...Well, you still have another chest I guess! It's not like this gun is exploding in her hands yet, so maybe it's all okay. ]
Nuwa opens up one of the chests present, and she finds... A GUN! No, seriously. She finds a gun inside the container and it all looks pretty gosh-darn high tech. As soon as the lid flips open, a holographic screen shows up. ]
AMIGO SINCERO
A true friend can penetrate any barrier.
✦ 7.0x Weapon Zoom
✦ +250% Weapon Damage
✦ +50% Melee Damage
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The screen is untouchable (your hand will phase right through it). Maybe you can entertain yourself by flailing at it for the 15 or so seconds it'll remain up before it flits out and you're just left with this crazy, bayonet-having gun. Don't let its appearance deceive you, this is in fact a sniper rifle.
...Well, you still have another chest I guess! It's not like this gun is exploding in her hands yet, so maybe it's all okay. ]
[ There are no thorns, only cold, cold, desolate and unfriendly stone... except that's a lie, everything is quite warm. There's gravel and sand underfoot.
The chests open with wild abandon upon being kicked, like they've been waiting for some random adventurer to come by and manhandle them open because what the hell is being nice and kind on Pandora? We don't do that for the people let alone inanimate objects, come on.
Anyway, Owen kicks open the chests and reveal their very futuristic insides, as well as... guns. There'll be a holographic projection showing up when the lids flip open, and given he just high-speed kickflipped both of them, hope he can read fast before the screens disappear.
One chest contains this very cute gun. ]
[ The other one, on the other hand, contains this gun. ]
[ There will be no fanfare for Owen taking the guns, but there won't be fanfare for him not taking them either. ]
The chests open with wild abandon upon being kicked, like they've been waiting for some random adventurer to come by and manhandle them open because what the hell is being nice and kind on Pandora? We don't do that for the people let alone inanimate objects, come on.
Anyway, Owen kicks open the chests and reveal their very futuristic insides, as well as... guns. There'll be a holographic projection showing up when the lids flip open, and given he just high-speed kickflipped both of them, hope he can read fast before the screens disappear.
One chest contains this very cute gun. ]
BOOM PUPPY
Boom! Boom! Boom!
BOOM! BOOOM!!!! GOOD DOGGY!!!
BOOM! BOOOM!!!! GOOD DOGGY!!!
✦ Consumes 3 ammo per shot
✦ Deals bonus explosive damage
Damage ignores enemy shields.
Increased damage. Reduced fire rate. Fixed scope and melee attachment.
[ The other one, on the other hand, contains this gun. ]
BRAD LUCK
Brad to the bone.
✦ Slows enemies.
✦ Probably.
Fires a low velocity, bouncing grenade which explodes each time it bounces. The grenade continues bouncing for a number of seconds before detonating. Reduced fire rate and reload speed.
[ There will be no fanfare for Owen taking the guns, but there won't be fanfare for him not taking them either. ]
Edited 2022-01-04 02:39 (UTC)
[We now have defined Nuwa is at least level 74, nice.
The words in this holographic screen means nothing to her. She's pretty sure what each individual word means except the...'amigo sincero' part, but, well, demons aren't generally known for using weaponry. She'll have to figure this out on the fly, she supposes, thankfully having a general idea how these are supposed to work. How hard can it be to aim and pull a trigger?
The blade extending from the tip of the rifle looks pretty useful, too. Without much hesitation, she takes advantage of how long the rifle is and sticks the tip of the blade right between the lid and the chest, and leverages to pop it open. Here we go!]
The words in this holographic screen means nothing to her. She's pretty sure what each individual word means except the...'amigo sincero' part, but, well, demons aren't generally known for using weaponry. She'll have to figure this out on the fly, she supposes, thankfully having a general idea how these are supposed to work. How hard can it be to aim and pull a trigger?
The blade extending from the tip of the rifle looks pretty useful, too. Without much hesitation, she takes advantage of how long the rifle is and sticks the tip of the blade right between the lid and the chest, and leverages to pop it open. Here we go!]
[Well.
He knows he can't talk to his horrible hell hound, and he doesn't have magic. So going out into who even known where, he'll pick up the cutesy one.
He read "Brad", and proceeds to pretend he didn't. He does not want to deal with Bradley's stupid gun. Also it looks dumber than the pink and white thing.]
He knows he can't talk to his horrible hell hound, and he doesn't have magic. So going out into who even known where, he'll pick up the cutesy one.
He read "Brad", and proceeds to pretend he didn't. He does not want to deal with Bradley's stupid gun. Also it looks dumber than the pink and white thing.]
[ Pop goes the second chest! There's no victory track for you doing it this way but you do feel hella cool while doing it.
It contains... a full suit of power armour! No, it's another gun. It's Borderlands, guns are the bread and butter of this game or whatever the saying is. ]
[ Wow, who got married? Hope her arms can carry these. Just like the first time, the holographic screen merrily floats to inform her of the weapon's stats (who even reads these?), before the source of light flickers away. She is free now, with TWO GUNS, to look around or... er, well, there's nothing much to do from the looks of the room. What now? ]
It contains... a full suit of power armour! No, it's another gun. It's Borderlands, guns are the bread and butter of this game or whatever the saying is. ]
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WEDDING INVITATION
Will you be the rest of my life?
✦ +33% Critical Hit Damage
✦ +15% Weapon Fire Rate
✦ +15% Reload Speed
✦ 6.0x Weapon Zoom
Always incendiary. Critical hits return ammo to the magazine and cause an explosion centered on the target, with ricocheting shots dealing cryo damage.
[ Wow, who got married? Hope her arms can carry these. Just like the first time, the holographic screen merrily floats to inform her of the weapon's stats (who even reads these?), before the source of light flickers away. She is free now, with TWO GUNS, to look around or... er, well, there's nothing much to do from the looks of the room. What now? ]
[ Wow is Owen actively ignoring a free gun just because it's named Brad. I did predict this but it's funny and I'm calling out this horrible, horrible man for it anyway.
Well the gun is hefty but even a twink like him should be able to carry it... for now. Now that he's gone and kicked open the two chests though, there isn't anything else left for him to open. The giant door (?) remains blissfully closed shut, and you're still stuck with the vague muffled noise and your terrible little bed.
What next? ]
Well the gun is hefty but even a twink like him should be able to carry it... for now. Now that he's gone and kicked open the two chests though, there isn't anything else left for him to open. The giant door (?) remains blissfully closed shut, and you're still stuck with the vague muffled noise and your terrible little bed.
What next? ]
[Look at his little twink arms do you think he can carry two large guns? Also he's definitely the older brother and he definitely doesn't need anything that's named Bradley. Fuck you Brad, die so he can eat you.
He tries the door... handle? Does this have a handle is it locked?]
He tries the door... handle? Does this have a handle is it locked?]
[Oh, good, a reload speed improvement, I think I preferred those guns, haha]
How unwieldy. Am I suppose to, perhaps, hold it like this?
[Nuwa holds the cannon of the Wedding Invitation with a hand, the other hand staying right under the trigger. She has to take a minute or two to experiment on how you're supposed to hold these steady. Nuwa fails to figure that out, but it probably will be fine. She'll do it once trouble arises.
Once she managed to carry both rifles with her -- by tying one to herself with her muddy whip -- she evaluates the situation once again. How to use these to get out? Let's examine this stone door and try to figure out. Sticking the blade of the Amigo in here probably will only break the weapon. Let's just try to get out by opening this door. Who knows, maybe it's not locked]
How unwieldy. Am I suppose to, perhaps, hold it like this?
[Nuwa holds the cannon of the Wedding Invitation with a hand, the other hand staying right under the trigger. She has to take a minute or two to experiment on how you're supposed to hold these steady. Nuwa fails to figure that out, but it probably will be fine. She'll do it once trouble arises.
Once she managed to carry both rifles with her -- by tying one to herself with her muddy whip -- she evaluates the situation once again. How to use these to get out? Let's examine this stone door and try to figure out. Sticking the blade of the Amigo in here probably will only break the weapon. Let's just try to get out by opening this door. Who knows, maybe it's not locked]
[ Nuwa poses with her gun like a person trying out new clothes they just got in her private sanctuary. There is nobody to see her and applaud, but there's also nobody to point and laugh.
The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
[This is what magic is supposed to be for. Doors suck. Being locked in sucks. Owen's feeling worse by the second. No, he can't be locked up again he wants out.
Going to go pick up the other gun and shoot the door, and then toss it back on the ground.
Nobody has to know he touched it.]
Going to go pick up the other gun and shoot the door, and then toss it back on the ground.
Nobody has to know he touched it.]
[It was worth a try. Alas, these doors are just as sturdy as they look. The sounds are of interest, though. Nuwa tries to listen carefully, closing her eyes and attempting to find out what could be the source or if this is a sign of something she can use]
[ Owen... Owen shoots the grenade rifle at the door.
In his small locked space.
Mmmhmm.
Anyway he fires the gun at the door and it does leave behind a streak of ice all over the door, and also drops an ice bomb (his grenade) that bounces and he gets to play hot potato (cold potato???) with it. Roll to not hurt yourself before we start! ]
In his small locked space.
Mmmhmm.
Anyway he fires the gun at the door and it does leave behind a streak of ice all over the door, and also drops an ice bomb (his grenade) that bounces and he gets to play hot potato (cold potato???) with it. Roll to not hurt yourself before we start! ]
[ Nuwa listens in, and as she strains her ears, she can hear... hm, it sounds like a male voice announcing things loudly and boomingly, even if the contents are intelligible. They really did a good job of soundproofing this room, huh?
She can also hear something that vaguely sounds like... cheering, perhaps? Stay and listen, and she can make out the tail end of whatever that booming, announcing voice proclaims.
"... ...ll ready?!..."
Followed by an uptick in the cheers. ]
She can also hear something that vaguely sounds like... cheering, perhaps? Stay and listen, and she can make out the tail end of whatever that booming, announcing voice proclaims.
"... ...ll ready?!..."
Followed by an uptick in the cheers. ]
[Hey.
Some of us do exceedingly poorly when getting locked up.
I rolled a 9 so I expect this is going to begin poorly for him.]
Some of us do exceedingly poorly when getting locked up.
I rolled a 9 so I expect this is going to begin poorly for him.]
[ You'd be surprised, 9 is pretty decent.
Not decent enough to come out completely unscathed, but as the bomb breaks and fills his entire room with its freezing air, he only really gets a scraping blow/cut to his leg, as well as having to deal with the cold that rapidly seeps into his bones.
Even if used to the cold, he finds the chill released from the bomb to be a different kind than he's used to, locking up his movement. It'll wear off eventually, but for a bit, he finds it hard to swiftly move. At least it's cooler now...?
On the plus side, at least — after he dodges his own bomb, he hears the ice covering the door crack as the door moves a little bit. Well, it's trying to, actually, but the ice has inadvertently locked it shut. Give it a second, here, but whether by your hand or someone else's, Owen will be set loose to the world (presumably) (unfortunately) (derogatory). ]
Not decent enough to come out completely unscathed, but as the bomb breaks and fills his entire room with its freezing air, he only really gets a scraping blow/cut to his leg, as well as having to deal with the cold that rapidly seeps into his bones.
Even if used to the cold, he finds the chill released from the bomb to be a different kind than he's used to, locking up his movement. It'll wear off eventually, but for a bit, he finds it hard to swiftly move. At least it's cooler now...?
On the plus side, at least — after he dodges his own bomb, he hears the ice covering the door crack as the door moves a little bit. Well, it's trying to, actually, but the ice has inadvertently locked it shut. Give it a second, here, but whether by your hand or someone else's, Owen will be set loose to the world (presumably) (unfortunately) (derogatory). ]
.........
[That must be some raucous cheering. Nuwa opens her eyes and steps back, always keeping her eyes on the door, until she reaches the back of the room.
One look around, just in case. Chests, glass of water, a bed. No ideas come to mind that'll lead to her making an infallible escape right now.
Perhaps, all she can do right now, is wait. No point in being hasty. Let's see what happens if things run their course for a while]
[That must be some raucous cheering. Nuwa opens her eyes and steps back, always keeping her eyes on the door, until she reaches the back of the room.
One look around, just in case. Chests, glass of water, a bed. No ideas come to mind that'll lead to her making an infallible escape right now.
Perhaps, all she can do right now, is wait. No point in being hasty. Let's see what happens if things run their course for a while]
[It's cooler and he will appreciate that much. Cerberus is chewing on one leg, and the bomb hits the other, so he's doing. Great.
He's frozen and it feels foreign. A sensation he's utterly unused to and without magic he's just stuck for a moment.
This also sucks. Fuck you Brad, your stupid gun is the reason for his misfortune (no).
. . .
Once the door is open, Owen is released into the wild (bad).]
He's frozen and it feels foreign. A sensation he's utterly unused to and without magic he's just stuck for a moment.
This also sucks. Fuck you Brad, your stupid gun is the reason for his misfortune (no).
. . .
Once the door is open, Owen is released into the wild (bad).]
[ As the doors to both of your containment rooms open, you see... a bright, ashy blue sky with strewn clouds, and the sun beating down on you like an ever-watchful eye, scorching. The heat is palpable on your skin as soon as the light hits, burning. You escape to the sound of uproarious applause, and find yourself in the pits of what looks like some kind of stadium, filled with spotty audience though each and everyone of them certainly don't lack for enthusiasm.
Nuwa will see one man on a high podium in the audience with massive boombox speakers and a microphone, masked face yet wide grin, slamming his hand on the splintering wood before him as he roars. ]
AND WELCOME TO THE FIELD, THE PREY WHO'LL BET THEIR LIVES ON A DREAM! NOW WHO WOULDN'T PAY A MILLION BUCKS FOR A FIGHT AMONG VAULT HUNTERS, EH?!
[ He laughs, the microphone screeches. The audience doesn't mind as they hoot and howl. Across the dusty stadium field, other doors open, and Owen and Nuwa can see each other — with Owen's door cracking open from the ice that frames it, icy fog escaping and disappearing almost immediately into the warmth.
What's else: you're not alone, as other doors open with other people carefully coming out, some seeming more or less prepared than others. From sword-bearing fighters who seem to go pale as a ghost the moment they see everything, to burly men who seem more than happy to start going right away, and women who take one look at the crowd and smirk knowingly, looks like we're in for one hell of a cast. ]
AND JUST IN CASE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ARE GETTIN' COLD FEET — REMEMBER IT'S A GODDAMN VAULT ON THE LINE! YOUR GREATEST WISHES GRANTED! SO YOU BETTER FIGHT LIKE IT IS WHAT IT IS!
[ Well then. ]
Nuwa will see one man on a high podium in the audience with massive boombox speakers and a microphone, masked face yet wide grin, slamming his hand on the splintering wood before him as he roars. ]
AND WELCOME TO THE FIELD, THE PREY WHO'LL BET THEIR LIVES ON A DREAM! NOW WHO WOULDN'T PAY A MILLION BUCKS FOR A FIGHT AMONG VAULT HUNTERS, EH?!
[ He laughs, the microphone screeches. The audience doesn't mind as they hoot and howl. Across the dusty stadium field, other doors open, and Owen and Nuwa can see each other — with Owen's door cracking open from the ice that frames it, icy fog escaping and disappearing almost immediately into the warmth.
What's else: you're not alone, as other doors open with other people carefully coming out, some seeming more or less prepared than others. From sword-bearing fighters who seem to go pale as a ghost the moment they see everything, to burly men who seem more than happy to start going right away, and women who take one look at the crowd and smirk knowingly, looks like we're in for one hell of a cast. ]
AND JUST IN CASE ANY OF YOU LOSERS ARE GETTIN' COLD FEET — REMEMBER IT'S A GODDAMN VAULT ON THE LINE! YOUR GREATEST WISHES GRANTED! SO YOU BETTER FIGHT LIKE IT IS WHAT IT IS!
[ Well then. ]
[ Rejecting the gift of water I see, though granted, she's in a MG so the suspicion isn't unwarranted.
She steels herself for whatever nonsense is coming next, then! Stand back, as her door rumbles and starts opening (yes, still like a garage door), and the booming announcer becomes clearer. ]
She steels herself for whatever nonsense is coming next, then! Stand back, as her door rumbles and starts opening (yes, still like a garage door), and the booming announcer becomes clearer. ]
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