O.R.I.G.I.N.
Terrarian
Tof gives the Terramodder a curious look. "You want something proven?" He frowns. "Do you mind me asking what that might be?"
PA 1: Since when has Tof been resonating with rainbow energy? ...Since he killed the bee? Um... sure, I guess. Well, I'm out of Godmodder attacks for a second, so let's check that out.
Tof taps Johnathan on the shoulder. The spider glares at him, hissing. Tof puts his hands up, defensively. "I need a trip to the clinic. Mind weaving a web?" The spider rolls his eyes. He chitters something, and Tof's face drops. "Fine, I'll do it myself."
Tof takes a key out of his pocket. He examines the tunnel above him, feeling for grooves. As his hand brushes the rough surface, a keyhole darkens against it. Tof peers into it, then shoves the key into the hole. The key chitters against the locking mechanism, then stops. Tof twists, and the lock clicks. A hatch opens in the ceiling, and a ladder slides down. Cobwebs hang from the opening, a silky net guarding the dark chamber above. The faint sound of a siren echoes from the shadowy maw.
Tof closes his eyes with disgust as he climbs up the ladder. The cobwebs stick to his head, making it look like his hair is going gray. As he disappears into the hatch, the ladder recedes back into its mouth. The door closes behind him, and Tof disappears from sight.
He arrives in a large warehouse divided by a maze of medical screens. Around him, patients lie in bed, slumbering as clear tubes feed them blood. Doctors and nurses in white uniforms bustle past him, pushing carts filled with scalpels and bottles of unmarked medication. It reminds Tof of a human body. It beats to the sound of a hundred heart monitors.
As Tof breathes in the chemical scent of cleaners, a doctor approaches him with open arms. He's a strange looking man, bald and pale, like he was born without a sun. His teeth are crooked, and he seems to be missing a good few. His eyes are concealed behind dark goggles, and his slender build hides behind a baggy lab coat. But strangest of all are his worn hands, with stubs where his pinkie fingers should have been.
"Tof!" the doctor laughs. He clasps Tof by the shoulders, nodding his head energetically. He continues speaking, but it's all incoherent. Not in English, anyways. It doesn't sound like words. Just the slobbering screams of a mad man.
Tof nods back at the doctor. He gently pushes the man's hands off his shoulders. "It has been awhile," he agrees. The doctor giggles at that, then continues hooting madness. Tof smiles. "Yeah, they sent me Johnathan," he replies, spite laced in his tone. "Terrible, that one, but I sometimes get the feeling I'm the only one desperate enough to call for him." The other man's smile gets unnervingly wide.
They exchange pleasantries for another minute, Tof mimicking the other man's speech as they do. But when they get down to business, Tof speaks in English. "Doc, I've got this problem, and I'd like you to check it out." The doctor gives him a strange look, then mentions something. Tof rolls his eyes. "I don't think Johnathan's qualified. I need a professional." The doctor nods. He gestures toward an empty bed a few curtains down. "Thanks," Tof says. They both head that way.
Tof lays down, and the doctor prepares, toting a glass orb out from under the bed. "I've got this 'rainbow energy' thing," Tof explains. "Got it sometime after killing a robot bee. I need to know what it does. If it's malevolent. Benign." Tof cuts to the chase. "Whatever it is, I need to know, okay?"
The doctor nods. He takes a few needles out of his coat pocket, rubbing each one individually against the orb. Then, turning to Tof, he punctures them gently into the PI's skin. Tof hardly feels them. The doctor places them in specific locations. His forehead. His stomach. His elbows. His knees. They form a network across Tof's body. Their tops glow faintly as they sink in.
After the last needle is placed, the doctor grabs the glass orb. What was clear begins to shine with bright markings, which the doctor reads fervently. As he digests the results, he begins telling them to Tof, still speaking in the strange language of the orb. But Tof understands. He listens carefully to the diagnosis, hoping it will explain the rainbow energy surrounding him.
PA 2: A hole appears in the tunnel, and Tof climbs out. He brushes himself off. "I hate the smell of hospitals," he grumbles.
With nothing better to do, Tof uses the Butterfingers from a few turns ago (I'll just quote it)
SA 1 & 2: Tof somehow sells the Butterfinger's wrapper for 2 more SA CP. Crazy. He must have an amazing pawn broker.
Boost: Another +1 to Trenchcoat. We'll boost their Personal Action. Only thing we can boost, really.
Trade: Oh, and while we're at it, since Tof happens to have enough SA CP, he takes Trenchcoat up on their deal.
(Total CP: 1 PA CP. Also 1 Stynger Launcher?)
PA 1: Since when has Tof been resonating with rainbow energy? ...Since he killed the bee? Um... sure, I guess. Well, I'm out of Godmodder attacks for a second, so let's check that out.
Tof taps Johnathan on the shoulder. The spider glares at him, hissing. Tof puts his hands up, defensively. "I need a trip to the clinic. Mind weaving a web?" The spider rolls his eyes. He chitters something, and Tof's face drops. "Fine, I'll do it myself."
Tof takes a key out of his pocket. He examines the tunnel above him, feeling for grooves. As his hand brushes the rough surface, a keyhole darkens against it. Tof peers into it, then shoves the key into the hole. The key chitters against the locking mechanism, then stops. Tof twists, and the lock clicks. A hatch opens in the ceiling, and a ladder slides down. Cobwebs hang from the opening, a silky net guarding the dark chamber above. The faint sound of a siren echoes from the shadowy maw.
Tof closes his eyes with disgust as he climbs up the ladder. The cobwebs stick to his head, making it look like his hair is going gray. As he disappears into the hatch, the ladder recedes back into its mouth. The door closes behind him, and Tof disappears from sight.
He arrives in a large warehouse divided by a maze of medical screens. Around him, patients lie in bed, slumbering as clear tubes feed them blood. Doctors and nurses in white uniforms bustle past him, pushing carts filled with scalpels and bottles of unmarked medication. It reminds Tof of a human body. It beats to the sound of a hundred heart monitors.
As Tof breathes in the chemical scent of cleaners, a doctor approaches him with open arms. He's a strange looking man, bald and pale, like he was born without a sun. His teeth are crooked, and he seems to be missing a good few. His eyes are concealed behind dark goggles, and his slender build hides behind a baggy lab coat. But strangest of all are his worn hands, with stubs where his pinkie fingers should have been.
"Tof!" the doctor laughs. He clasps Tof by the shoulders, nodding his head energetically. He continues speaking, but it's all incoherent. Not in English, anyways. It doesn't sound like words. Just the slobbering screams of a mad man.
Tof nods back at the doctor. He gently pushes the man's hands off his shoulders. "It has been awhile," he agrees. The doctor giggles at that, then continues hooting madness. Tof smiles. "Yeah, they sent me Johnathan," he replies, spite laced in his tone. "Terrible, that one, but I sometimes get the feeling I'm the only one desperate enough to call for him." The other man's smile gets unnervingly wide.
They exchange pleasantries for another minute, Tof mimicking the other man's speech as they do. But when they get down to business, Tof speaks in English. "Doc, I've got this problem, and I'd like you to check it out." The doctor gives him a strange look, then mentions something. Tof rolls his eyes. "I don't think Johnathan's qualified. I need a professional." The doctor nods. He gestures toward an empty bed a few curtains down. "Thanks," Tof says. They both head that way.
Tof lays down, and the doctor prepares, toting a glass orb out from under the bed. "I've got this 'rainbow energy' thing," Tof explains. "Got it sometime after killing a robot bee. I need to know what it does. If it's malevolent. Benign." Tof cuts to the chase. "Whatever it is, I need to know, okay?"
The doctor nods. He takes a few needles out of his coat pocket, rubbing each one individually against the orb. Then, turning to Tof, he punctures them gently into the PI's skin. Tof hardly feels them. The doctor places them in specific locations. His forehead. His stomach. His elbows. His knees. They form a network across Tof's body. Their tops glow faintly as they sink in.
After the last needle is placed, the doctor grabs the glass orb. What was clear begins to shine with bright markings, which the doctor reads fervently. As he digests the results, he begins telling them to Tof, still speaking in the strange language of the orb. But Tof understands. He listens carefully to the diagnosis, hoping it will explain the rainbow energy surrounding him.
PA 2: A hole appears in the tunnel, and Tof climbs out. He brushes himself off. "I hate the smell of hospitals," he grumbles.
With nothing better to do, Tof uses the Butterfingers from a few turns ago (I'll just quote it)
Tof uses the Butterfingers on Johnathan. The spider eats them up, before going off in a sugar buzz to go heal Ian.
SA 1 & 2: Tof somehow sells the Butterfinger's wrapper for 2 more SA CP. Crazy. He must have an amazing pawn broker.
Boost: Another +1 to Trenchcoat. We'll boost their Personal Action. Only thing we can boost, really.
Trade: Oh, and while we're at it, since Tof happens to have enough SA CP, he takes Trenchcoat up on their deal.
Tof sends Trenchcoat all 5 of his SA CP in exchange for the Stynger Launcher. Seems like a steal, and Tof would hate to rip off his associate.
(Total CP: 1 PA CP. Also 1 Stynger Launcher?)
