"I'd have to trust you to let you cast a single spell on me." Nerra says to Mae. "I do not trust you, so..." She looks to the Chief. "This is a mistake." She informs him, but leaves it at that.
Mae blows out a stray hair displaced from her neatly folded crown, then she makes a gesture towards the AI and mutters, "This AI attacked me based on the erroneous assumption that I was an enemy. But not all assumptions are right, some of these might be wrong. Similar logic applies to the building up of mutual trust".
“Okay,” Rhenwi Enaid says to Mae, “then just what the Nine Hells were you trying to do? You are not making things easy! And you Chief, what are you playing at? We need a debrief, questions answered, reasons for that monumental FUBAR you seem so set upon dismissing out of hand.
”Where did the information for that mission come from? Who vetted it? What information did you, or your masters, want that you expected to gain by planting a bunch of bugs? And when you answer satisfactorily I have questions about this next ‘cake walk’.”
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The Blood Hunter listens eagerly to the blueish-green eyed agent, critically examining the change of expression from surprise to frustration. "Let's not make it more difficult for all of us, Parley?" she speaks up at the same time drawing out another two daggers, placing them on the desk.
Nerra nods, eyeing the chief, her expression saying, 'see, I am not the only one with questions...'
She does glance away, to where the panther-thing has Mae pinned. "And I would like it if this Mae person were removed from this discussion." She glances back to the chief. "You may require she goes with, but I think that, whomever she is, she doesn't need to be part of our conversation going further. Put her in a holding cell and we'll pick her up on our way out, once you have answered our other questions."
Maerwyn fails to make any further movement because of the burden pinning her to the floor. But, she needs to decide for her well-being as quickly as possible. With a grim expression she pulls out a piece of copper wire from her braid and points her finger to the Chief. With a whisper, she casts a Messageexclusively for the Chief.
Nerra nods, eyeing the chief, her expression saying, 'see, I am not the only one with questions...'
She does glance away, to where the panther-thing has Mae pinned. "And I would like it if this Mae person were removed from this discussion." She glances back to the chief. "You may require she goes with, but I think that, whomever she is, she doesn't need to be part of our conversation going further. Put her in a holding cell and we'll pick her up on our way out, once you have answered our other questions."
Maerwyn fails to make any further movement because of the burden pinning her to the floor. But, she needs to decide for her well-being as quickly as possible. With a grim expression she pulls out a piece of copper wire from her braid and points her finger to the Chief. With a whisper, she casts a Messageexclusively for the Chief.
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely. If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely. If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Rhenwi Enaid scowls at Mae, "Let's just cut out her tongue, maybe it will tell us something truthful. I certainly do not like all this beating about the bush," she looks at the Chief, "what the hell is going on 'Chief"? Blown ops, secrets, iffy personnel dropping in for 'tea'! This is a bunch of regurgitated mead!"
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Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
She's speaking somethin', but I'm not entirely sure that it's celestial.
(It's Elvish, if you check out the Language section of the character sheet, you can see it by yourself. I'm adding the translation in case you don't get access to the translation tool.)
"Mae here is a top graduate from Shadow Ops, just like you. She has just as much of a right to be here as you and anything you ask me, she can be here for. And Tetch, get your robot off her."
Tetch stares Chief down for a while before finally saying;
"Fine."
And with another whistle, the panther leaps off of her and sits next to Tetch.
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Farewell.
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"I'd have to trust you to let you cast a single spell on me." Nerra says to Mae. "I do not trust you, so..." She looks to the Chief. "This is a mistake." She informs him, but leaves it at that.
Mae blows out a stray hair displaced from her neatly folded crown, then she makes a gesture towards the AI and mutters, "This AI attacked me based on the erroneous assumption that I was an enemy. But not all assumptions are right, some of these might be wrong. Similar logic applies to the building up of mutual trust".
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
“Okay,” Rhenwi Enaid says to Mae, “then just what the Nine Hells were you trying to do? You are not making things easy! And you Chief, what are you playing at? We need a debrief, questions answered, reasons for that monumental FUBAR you seem so set upon dismissing out of hand.
”Where did the information for that mission come from? Who vetted it? What information did you, or your masters, want that you expected to gain by planting a bunch of bugs? And when you answer satisfactorily I have questions about this next ‘cake walk’.”
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
The Blood Hunter listens eagerly to the blueish-green eyed agent, critically examining the change of expression from surprise to frustration. "Let's not make it more difficult for all of us, Parley?" she speaks up at the same time drawing out another two daggers, placing them on the desk.
Charisma (Deception): 20
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
You are still pinned under Starguard.
Farewell.
Nerra nods, eyeing the chief, her expression saying, 'see, I am not the only one with questions...'
She does glance away, to where the panther-thing has Mae pinned. "And I would like it if this Mae person were removed from this discussion." She glances back to the chief. "You may require she goes with, but I think that, whomever she is, she doesn't need to be part of our conversation going further. Put her in a holding cell and we'll pick her up on our way out, once you have answered our other questions."
Maerwyn fails to make any further movement because of the burden pinning her to the floor. But, she needs to decide for her well-being as quickly as possible. With a grim expression she pulls out a piece of copper wire from her braid and points her finger to the Chief. With a whisper, she casts a Message exclusively for the Chief.
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Not ignoring this, but i am curious as to;
What is the message?
Farewell.
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
Huh? Common please.
Farewell.
(If you simply don't want the rest of us to know, then send the DM a Private Message on it, or else just put it into a spoiler here.)
Plus, it's likely that Nerra will read your lips anyway.
Farewell.
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely.
If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
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What is this?
Farewell.
A technical difficulty. (Fixed)
Life is very busy unfortunately, gone from most Pbp's indefinitely.
If you'd like to contact me, I am on Discord at GreatAxeblade#7595, always happy to chat :)
Homebrew races: ~Otterfolk! Play as a otter!~ Playable Dryad! (Literally just the monster sheet ported to player race)
Sauce Archpriest!- Join the Supreme Court of Sauces! Join the Cult of Cults! EXTENDED SIGNATURE Tooltips
She's speaking somethin', but I'm not entirely sure that it's celestial.
Farewell.
Rhenwi Enaid scowls at Mae, "Let's just cut out her tongue, maybe it will tell us something truthful. I certainly do not like all this beating about the bush," she looks at the Chief, "what the hell is going on 'Chief"? Blown ops, secrets, iffy personnel dropping in for 'tea'! This is a bunch of regurgitated mead!"
Panic is a mechanism that strengthens the gene pool.
(It's Elvish, if you check out the Language section of the character sheet, you can see it by yourself. I'm adding the translation in case you don't get access to the translation tool.)
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
"Tell them the truth, all of you need my assistance."
InkedBee (Undead_Analyst)
Covetous, Dragonish Thoughts - Jenviel Tsumara: Fallen Aasimar- Monk|Crimson Sands of Time - Navarra Iltazyara: Human- Druid/Warlock| Bleak Prospect - Ermasnietsz: Reborn- Clockwork Soul Sorcerer
"Mae here is a top graduate from Shadow Ops, just like you. She has just as much of a right to be here as you and anything you ask me, she can be here for. And Tetch, get your robot off her."
Tetch stares Chief down for a while before finally saying;
"Fine."
And with another whistle, the panther leaps off of her and sits next to Tetch.
Farewell.