The Last Oddetsey

[shadowflare]

If this isn't ok it has to wait until I get home from work to fix it.

Name: Marisa Kirisame
Gender: Female
Species: 'Ordinary' Human
Physical description: Yellow eyes, blonde hair, one side of which is braided, the rest of it free. Wears a modified witches standard outfit: Tall pointed hat with a bow on, with frills under the brim. Wears a frilly underdress with long sleeves, with a a black one over top (sleeveless and lowcut, not that you see anything.) and a apron tied around her waist. Has on white stockings and black boots. She carries a broom as she feels it's required of her as a witch, and her mini-hakkero which she uses as a focusing point for her magic.

Powers: Marisa specialises in light and fire magic, but relies more on power then finesse. As such she is more likely to use her mini-hakkero to fire off huge lazers to smite the enemy from a range then to start fires because why not. She uses mushrooms to create the magic, and the Hakkero as a focusing point to fire. She also uses spell cards, which is her worlds agreed upon method of combat, as a way of calling out attacks and controlling her danmaku spread. (the lazer is more of a bomb move to help clear the room, it expends a lot of energy.)

Flight - She can fly without her broom but prefers to use it anyway. It's basicly required of a witch, ya know?

STRENGTH: 1
AGILITY: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 3
WILL: 3

Skills: -Reducing mushrooms to their magical components for use in her above powers.
- She's a klepto, she'll steal anything she can.
- Magic (as above)

Roll: 5

Satisfactual?

[steven_mcg]

The Last Oddestsey? Not without me, it's not!

Name: Professor Reginald Fortescue Vengeance (Esq.)
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Physical description: Tall and skinny with occasionally bad acne, Professor Vengeance is the best-dressed supervillain this side of New Gothtropolis Central. His everyday attire includes black tie and tails (bow tie, usually; sometimes a cravat, if he feels particularly smug) with matching trousers, socks, dress shoes and boxers, shrouded in an high-collar opera cape and capped off by a bulletproof top hat. He has short brown hair, dark green eyes and a pale nerdly complexion. Will occasionally bust out a monocle to more closely examine objects and generally look more awesome.
Powers: The Professor has no 'superpowers' to speak of, but he does possess the intellect of a criminal mastermind and is a technological genius, able to turn even random junk into some sort of makeshift doomsday device. While not particularly strong or agile, he is a slippery customer whose gangly frame, decent reflexes and tricksy ways makes him difficult to keep in check. He is also a stickler for punctuality, dislikes magic folk (they get all the breaks!) and prides himself on being an exceptionally witty git.

STRENGTH: 1
AGILITY: 1
INTELLIGENCE: 5
WILL: 3

Skills:
~ The Professor's weapon of choice is a walking cane topped with a glowing green gemstone. Not only does it look hella classy, but it also acts as a giant Swiss army knife. Twist the gem and a different device pops out from the bottom. Other people can use the cane, but at their own risk. Only the Prof has mastered its intricacies and even he has trouble keeping track of all the modes and functions it has. The most common, for the record, include a sword blade, helicoptor blades, a jet flame ("Broomstick Mode"), a machine gun barrel, a friggin' laser beam, a pogo stick spring, a torch, and Smarties. Even evil geniuses get the munchies.
~ The ability to craft functional weapons and/or mechanical contraptions out of random objects and scrap. How long they last and how well they can be controlled depends on how long he gets to tinker with them.
~ Expert knowledge of villain psychology. The Professor comes from a long line of rogues and cads and is himself a professional supervillain by trade. He therefore has an intimate knowledge of criminal behaviour in its many forms; from goons, grunts and gangsters to wicked wizards and evil aliens. He can predict their behaviour and anticipate their possible plans with a good degree of accuracy. Takes one to know one, after all.
~ l33t haxxor skillz. In addition to his mechanical skills, the Prof is also a dab hand when it comes to computers. He can disable security grids, crack passwords, plunder bank accounts, spam email inboxes and pirate retro video game soundtracks like nobody's business. Bonus points if it's Linux.
~ Lying and the art of deception. The Professor could lie for his country. In fact, he'd probably lie against it too. He is adept at bluffing, exaggeration, manipulation, distraction and sleight of hand. He has to be to battle strongmen in technicolour long-johns every week without being squashed to a pulp.

D20 Roll: 19

Oh yes. It's good to be back.

[alex_holt]

Just to give you warning, the opening post will go up at 10, so any last minute entries who want to start the game at the same time better hurry up :P

[alex_holt]

THE LAST ODDESTSEY

There is a thrumming sound in the above your heads in the darkness, you don’t know where you are and can see nothing, just that you aren’t in the same place each of you were a few seconds previously. Strange whirring and the sound of venting spurts of gas along with some strange deep beeping echoes through wherever you are and the ground shakes.

After a few seconds some dim lighting illuminates the room you find yourselves each in separate tubes of a translucent glass like substances, although all you can detect from beyond that is some sort of light moving beyond your tubes across the room with very faint singing that you can’t quite make out. The tubes appear airtight, and you could guess that the time you have before suffocating is maybe a few days at most. There are also some items at each of your feet...

Eudial - 13 HP
A good quality pungi
A TURDIS summoning beacon – like an ASDA own brand TARDIS, bigger on the outside than inside, and can travel to one place in time and space
A portable fire extinguisher made by dwarven master safety technicians
A magical loci – you can feed all your power into it day at a time and expel it in one big blast

Playzooki - 25 HP
A Furby
A heavy revolver which doesn’t work as a gun, but would be a functional cudgel

Leland Gaunt - 13 HP
Some aftershave specifically designed to cover up the smell of brimstone
Some stationary with the corporate branding of Hell.

Twitch - 16 HP
A small horseshoe magnet on a string
A cassette of ABBA Gold

Aurelia - 16 HP
An old magic depleted flaming sword, can now at best toast bread
A stack of GOSPEL SINGING TODAY magazines from 1983-1992

Spod - 25 HP
A rock polishing kit for really bringing out the details
A belt of badgers might – adds the strength of a badger to your own
A heavy section of pipe
An expensive Venetian Ball gown made of high end silk

Cleo - 13 HP
A small tin containing ten thousand pounds worth of super premium catnip
A tiny mouse who is an expert stock broker
An electrum pendant which amplifies psychic defenses to near impenetrability
A collar of silence, making your footsteps entirely undetectable
Two vials of Pym particles, each capable of making one being temporarily smaller or larger

Khloe Ajdaveric - 16 HP
A pair of perfectly balanced revolvers made of silver
A single perfect bullet, which will hit anything aimed at regardless of distance
A cloaks of the winds, which curves any bullets arrows etc round you
A bag of assorted space-pearls
Some really cool shades that let you see heat signitures

Marisa Kirisame - 13 HP
A damp brown paper bag of past their sell-by date shiitake mushrooms
A 20m long chain of coloured paperclips

Professor Vengeance - 13 HP
A monogrammed limited edition top of the line combat-cane made from the bones of a death god
A presentation case containing three flawless power gems of different colours
A one-man, personal “bunker” forcefield (protects purely from explosions)
A mechro-morph component which can temporarily replace missing electronic parts
A really dapper pocket watch with jewel encrusted hands

*For the record, try to keep track of your own info, there are ten of you, potentially all in different places at once, so if you do your own management it really helps move things along!

[kodster]

(Ugh. Imminent suffocation. Not the best way for us to start out, but I'll take it! I'll just put my idea here and then wait for everybody else before following through with it)

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*Eudial panics for a moment, then thinks*

...

Magical or not, these tubes have limited space. If I can't melt/blow the tube material away just by touching it, then I'll just heat the remaining air up around me and expand it; the pressure caused by this would probably be enough to shatter the tube.

Yes, I realize this is probably not the best thing to do, but the alternative is no better...

Err...

*grabs the items first, but takes a look at everybody else before doing anything*

Huh. Misery loves company.

[Max]

Spod, remembering a beautiful opera singer he once knew who could shatter a glass with her voice, picks up the large metal pipe and using his great strengh starts smashing the pipe down on the ground to make a loud ringing sounds, by varying the force he smashes it down with he should be able to match the resonant frequency of his glass tube hopefully causing it to shatter.

[NFX]

Well...this was bad. A thick glass-looking pipe, just enough light to be able to see, and a very faint sound of singing. There seemed to be others in similar pipes as well, so at least he wasn't on his own. Or being chased. All in all, things could have been worse for Twitch.

Still, he was trapped inside a transparent tube, and there was seemingly no way of getting out. The macaw paced back and forth a little, glancing around nervously. "Okay," he mumbled to himself, "okay, you're stuck in a pipe, you can't get out, and you've no idea how you got here." His pace quickened slightly as he began to panic a little. "It's no big deal! You just wait for someone to open us up, let us know there's been some kind of administrative error, and then we can all head home!"

While he was going through his monologue, though, he completely missed the items stashed in the pipe with him. That is, until he trod on some kind of metallic block. Stopping, he looked down at what he had as company for the moment. A magnet on a string, and an ABBA tape. An escape kit would have been better, but...hey.

Clutching the string in his beak, he brought the magnet up first, half expecting it to cling itself to something, but no. It just hung there. The bird gave another cautionary glance at the others around him, before swinging the magnet into the pipe with a dull thunk. And then again. And again. Nothing happened, but at least he was trying.

[steven_mcg]

(Oh God... What did I do last night? Come to think of it, what did I do a few seconds ago?)

(Wait, what?)

(Oh no.)

Oh come on, this is ridiculous! You can at least wait for me to build my next doomsday machine before throwing me in the clink! Bit overeager, are we?

And just why have I been flung in with the Z-listers? Don't you know who I am? This is Professor Vengeance you're dealing with, you know, not some common flunkie or menial henchman or...is that a bloody cat?!

(OK, OK. Settle down, Reggie. Plenty of time to lawyer up later. First things first - where are you? Tubes are an odd touch. Could be a Sqyrjian prison cruiser. Not as damp, though, or as smelly. Could be old Dr Phineas Phlask's place, but it's not as bright or as messy. I can see the floor for one thi-)

(Hullo. What're these?)

(Interesting. If I didn't know better, I'd say this was a shield generator. Not exactly big, but it'd do in a pinch, I suppose. I've no idea what this thing is, but it looks sciencey, so I'm having that.)

(Ooh, watch. Nice. Yoink!)

(And is that?)

(No. No, it's not my cane, not quite anyway. The wood's a bit darker, the carving's fancier and the texture's rather more...bony. Ew. Sturdy as ever, though, same screw-top...)

(Wait, where's the emerald? It's missing! How's the wretched thing supposed to work without a power source? Do I even want to know what's in this case now?)

(Oohoohoo! Gemstones! Emerald, sapphire, ruby and...these are interchangeable with the cane, aren't they? Oh, this is good! Too brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?)

(Now, now, Reggie. Mustn't get overexcited. Somebody locked you up with these goodies for a reason. This is either a test or a trap. Or both. How very me.)

(Oh well. I won't find out slobbing about here all day. This green gem looks a lot like my old one. I'll use that on the cane first, play things safe for now, at least until I get some answers from our host. Let's set the old girl to 'laser' mode and cut my hole to freedom.)

(Seriously, a cat?)

[alex_holt]

The Professor's new gemstone turns out to produce a high intensity beam of sound which shatters through the tube immediatly, sending the glasslike substance tinkling to the ground. At the same time, the increased air pressure caused by Eudial's heating the air causes her tube to burst out out in a blast, leaving the pyromancer looking flustered and out of breath in the middle of a radius at glass. Cracks are beginning to form in a third tube, though that it more likely from the impacts from Spod rather than any kind of vibrational match.

There is the faint knocking from a fourth tube.

Meanwhile, the three recent escapees find themselves in a large room, above them the ceiling seems to be made out of numerous metal circles with elaborate symbols on them and random bits of glowing that indicate the inevitable presence of the kind of technology or magic that no one actually understands despite claims to the contrary. The circles get increasingly narrow so as to form a huge funnel. The narrowest point of the funnel is above a conveyer belt upon exiting the tubes it appears that the glass tubes were on this conveyer belt moving round away from it. There are 12 tubes that appear to be used before the current inactive one.

You also note the source of the singing, a strange song is coming from a figure who gives the impression of being a mounted knight without actually looking like anything more than a patch of light. He sings a song which sounds like it would have originally have been chanted during glorious battles, but is now sad and tinged with bitterness. There is also a very large mound of something towards the only apparent doors to the room.

[kodster]

*Eudial glares at Prof. Vengeance*
Menial henchman... that's rather amusing, hearing you say such words that describe you perfectly. *as a parting shot* Your fly's open, by the way. (Nutcase.)

*Eudial turns away from the [probably quite angry] Prof. and glances around the room*
Pfft. Not my first choice of decor but I can live with it. ...huh? (...hold on, what the devil is that noise?) *tilting her head so she can hear it louder, but it's not clear, specifically because that damn bird is pecking on the tube* ...damn it.

*Eudial is unsure how to react; regardless, hating working as a team, she refuses to ask anybody else for ideas (but will probably listen anyway)*
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(sorry Steve, gotta remain in character xD)

[playzooki]

wait, where am i? Wheres all my stuff? W-w-w- oh theres... A furby??? a gun??? *pulls trigger* Darn, it doesnt work...

Uhhh...


*tries to smash glass with the gun*

[alex_holt]

After some aggressive hammering, Playzooki manages to shatter his way out of the glass tube to join the others.

Out:
Professor Vengeance, Playzooki, Eudial, Spod

Still Trapped:
Everyone else

[NWOWWE]

Gaunt opened his eyes, but for a few moments wasn't sure that he had. He seemed to be in a place devoid of light. He certainly wasn't in his shop wherever he was now. But where was he? He stuck his hand out and quickly found a solid and smooth barrier in front of him. Some quick examination told him that he was in quite a small container. Completely sealed. A thought raced across his mind.

(Flagg, this has to be that Randal Flagg)

But was it Randal Flagg though? They had only crossed paths once before and though both of them seemed to sense what the other one was, they took no special interest in each other. Flagg had known some people that would be more than willing to buy from Gaunt and Gaunt always welcomed the oppertunity to collect more souls. Flagg had disappered before things had take their usual dramatic finish and Gaunt had continued on his work as usual. Flagg had only seemed interested in causing meyham, and this was far too elaborate.

His train of thought was broken when he noticed the room slowly being flooded with a faint light. He noticed there were several other containers like the one he was in and all of them were occupied. The occupants themselves were quite unsual even by his standards. Definetely not Flagg. Now that he could see he began looking for a way to get out of his holding cell. Some of the other figures seemed to be thinking along the same lines. With a high pitched noise two of the other containers burst, one after the other and the two figures escaped. Shortly after two others pounded their way out.

Gaunt look down at his small section of floor. He had none of his own possesions with him, not even his satchel which caused a spasm of anger to cross his face. If someone had stolen that, they would come to greatly regret that. The souls it contained were his! He had taken them! So much time and effort had been spent collecting them. He almost missed the items there were at his feet. The first was a container with picture of a firey landscape. He opened it and nearly laughed. It contained some extremely strong aftershave. The other item seemed to be a stack of papers. He picked them up and held them to the light and noticed (in extremely fancy yet evil looking lettering) that it carried the name of Hell.

(Hell's Stationary)

This thought DID cause him to laugh. For all his usual charm it wasn't a pleasnt sound. It was the kind that made children cry or grown adults wince. Fool though the person (or possibly persons) who had put him here undoubtably were, they did seem to know who and what he was and seemd to have some sense of humor. In any case he saw some use he could get out of them.

Still he was no closer to escaping his cage. It seemed very solid and he had nothing to help him pound his way out. Perhaps he must transform to his true shape or at least partially. But he must do that quickly while the others were otherwise occupied. Showing his true form was generally not a wise move. It was quite difficult to charm people once they saw his true form as an evil demon. Still it was dark enough and no one seemed to be paying any attention to him at the moment. His relatively normal apperance was a great asset for him in this case. He looked down at his arms which had tripled in thickness and taken on a truely hideous look and turned his back on the other containers and pounded on the glass...

[Max]

Having escaped Spod looks at his surroundings, he notices a group of people who have also escaped their cells but is reluctant to talk to them as he fears he will be ridiculed for his appearance. He notices large funnels coming down from the ceiling and wonders if this is a potential way out.
But he has no way of getting there, just as he has lost all hope of escape he notices an angel trapped in one of the other cells. (maybe she can fly up there and find a way out!)
He attempts to cover his rocky skin with the gown he found at his feet then picked up the heavy pipe again and broke open the angel's cell. As it smashes open he is initially apprehensive and reluctant to speak to her, he moves away and attempts to hide his face from her.

[NFX]

Swinging the magnet over and over, it barely seemed to be making a dent in the pipe that Twitch was still caught in. Still, he carried on his escape plan, pausing for a moment when he heard the shattering sounds nearby. Three of the captives seemed to have found a way out, so there must be some way to escape. Just after he noticed the three figures, a fourth had managed to smash his way free as well. That said, he had what appeared to be a gun, and Twitch was stuck with a magnet. Dropping what he had already claimed as "his" magnet, he began flying around inside the pipe as best he could, trying to draw attention to himself.

"Hey!" he called to the escapees, "Hey, over here! Can you guys get me out?"