http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/ Sun, 12 Apr 2026 08:55:20 +0000 MyBB http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14947 Wed, 03 Dec 2025 17:39:18 -0500 Sofaspud]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14947 Terr asked, so you all shall receive

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"Well... here it is," AJ said, punching in a short security code.  The hatchway hissed open, revealing the room beyond.  Katy stepped in, then slowed, taking in the sight.  She glanced back over her shoulder at AJ, then unrolled the blueprint she'd been given, wincing a little at having to handle -- ugh -- hardcopy, and peered at it.  Then back up at the room.  Then back down at the specs AJ had drawn up.  The top of the sheet was labeled 'Barracks', though that word had been crossed out; under it was scribbled 'Sabre Hotel', also crossed out, and lastly the simple word 'Lodgings'.  One wall was given over to two levels of something that the callout labeled 'modular housing units'; hotel rooms, in other words.  Along the other wall (labeled 'Services') were various rooms for laundry, a convenience store (?), a dog park (?!), and so on.  Total space requirements such-and-such... approximately -- she did some quick mental math -- fifty times as much volume as the room provided.

Katy looked up from the blueprints and caught AJ's eye.  AJ flushed.

"Okay, so it's a little... ambitious."

"You could excavate..."

AJ winced.  "Have you tried to get permits for new excavations?  Maybe if we were in Faultline, but here?"

"You could take out the dance club," Katy pointed out reasonably, nodding down the hall.  Her brow furrowed.  "Just how did you get a giant aquarium in there, anyway?"

"Water controller," AJ answered, shrugging.  "And I can't remove the Frostfire Club!  That's where we have Taco Night!"

"I can't believe you named your club after that jerk."  Katy shook her head.

"He's gotten better," AJ said defensively.  "Anyway... can you help?"

Katy scratched thoughtfully at her chin.  "You know, I've been working on my compression pouches lately.  I'm pretty sure I can set up field emitters here... and here... and right there... and shunt this entire room into a pocket dimension.  That'll give you plenty of space for all this... stuff."

AJ blinked.  "Wow, I, uh... I was just hoping you could help me decide what to keep and what to cut from the blueprints."

It was Katy's turn to blink.  "Oh.  Well, we could do that instead, I guess..."

"No, no, if you can make this room bigger, that's perfect!"

Katy grinned and cracked her knuckles.  "Let's do this!"

***

"Sylia is going to kill me," AJ moaned, staring aghast at the devastation.

"She won't kill you," Katy said reassuringly.

"Rule six: members are personally responsible for damage to the organization's equipment unless the damage was unavoidable," AJ quoted darkly.  "Penalty clause: violating these rules can result in death."

Katy blinked.  "Wow, you guys are strict."

"Not helping!"

"Okay, well, look at it this way: once you do get the permits, the excavation is already done?"

"REALLY NOT HELPING!"

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]]> Terr asked, so you all shall receive

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"Well... here it is," AJ said, punching in a short security code.  The hatchway hissed open, revealing the room beyond.  Katy stepped in, then slowed, taking in the sight.  She glanced back over her shoulder at AJ, then unrolled the blueprint she'd been given, wincing a little at having to handle -- ugh -- hardcopy, and peered at it.  Then back up at the room.  Then back down at the specs AJ had drawn up.  The top of the sheet was labeled 'Barracks', though that word had been crossed out; under it was scribbled 'Sabre Hotel', also crossed out, and lastly the simple word 'Lodgings'.  One wall was given over to two levels of something that the callout labeled 'modular housing units'; hotel rooms, in other words.  Along the other wall (labeled 'Services') were various rooms for laundry, a convenience store (?), a dog park (?!), and so on.  Total space requirements such-and-such... approximately -- she did some quick mental math -- fifty times as much volume as the room provided.

Katy looked up from the blueprints and caught AJ's eye.  AJ flushed.

"Okay, so it's a little... ambitious."

"You could excavate..."

AJ winced.  "Have you tried to get permits for new excavations?  Maybe if we were in Faultline, but here?"

"You could take out the dance club," Katy pointed out reasonably, nodding down the hall.  Her brow furrowed.  "Just how did you get a giant aquarium in there, anyway?"

"Water controller," AJ answered, shrugging.  "And I can't remove the Frostfire Club!  That's where we have Taco Night!"

"I can't believe you named your club after that jerk."  Katy shook her head.

"He's gotten better," AJ said defensively.  "Anyway... can you help?"

Katy scratched thoughtfully at her chin.  "You know, I've been working on my compression pouches lately.  I'm pretty sure I can set up field emitters here... and here... and right there... and shunt this entire room into a pocket dimension.  That'll give you plenty of space for all this... stuff."

AJ blinked.  "Wow, I, uh... I was just hoping you could help me decide what to keep and what to cut from the blueprints."

It was Katy's turn to blink.  "Oh.  Well, we could do that instead, I guess..."

"No, no, if you can make this room bigger, that's perfect!"

Katy grinned and cracked her knuckles.  "Let's do this!"

***

"Sylia is going to kill me," AJ moaned, staring aghast at the devastation.

"She won't kill you," Katy said reassuringly.

"Rule six: members are personally responsible for damage to the organization's equipment unless the damage was unavoidable," AJ quoted darkly.  "Penalty clause: violating these rules can result in death."

Katy blinked.  "Wow, you guys are strict."

"Not helping!"

"Okay, well, look at it this way: once you do get the permits, the excavation is already done?"

"REALLY NOT HELPING!"

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]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14945 Sun, 30 Nov 2025 17:48:56 -0500 Sofaspud]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14945 boy howdy is it a hoot!  No spoilers, but: Length felt just about right, difficulty curve was chef's kiss, and the set pieces were really, really well done.  I absolutely love that Knockback has a legit purpose now.  And I didn't even know the ancient creaky CoH engine could DO that (and I've looked into the code!). 

In addition, we have finally discovered Terrence Knight's true weakness.  Poor Terr.

Anyway, point is I really like the new TF and while I know things have died down on the CoH front around here, if you're at all interested in getting your tights on, I for one would run this one over and over again.  Is it the new default for when we hate the WST, aka the Roman Punching Party?  Not quite.  But it's close!]]> boy howdy is it a hoot!  No spoilers, but: Length felt just about right, difficulty curve was chef's kiss, and the set pieces were really, really well done.  I absolutely love that Knockback has a legit purpose now.  And I didn't even know the ancient creaky CoH engine could DO that (and I've looked into the code!). 

In addition, we have finally discovered Terrence Knight's true weakness.  Poor Terr.

Anyway, point is I really like the new TF and while I know things have died down on the CoH front around here, if you're at all interested in getting your tights on, I for one would run this one over and over again.  Is it the new default for when we hate the WST, aka the Roman Punching Party?  Not quite.  But it's close!]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14887 Sat, 21 Jun 2025 18:36:42 -0500 Drenivian]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14887
Your 3IC of the Legendary here to let you all know that Homecoming has released Page 2 of Issue 28.

What does that bring?  
2 NEW powersets Psionic Armor and Pyrotechic Control
Proliferation of 2 Armor Sets to Tankers which are Regeneration (With Regen getting a once over to make it better!) and Energy Armor
Changes to the Sleep Powers to increase their effectiveness
And other power changes I Will Not include here

and to me, the big one, they made Kallisti Wharf into a real, living zone with 5 Storyline Contacts and a new Enemy Group (with Giant Monster that is summoned)

I gushed about this in the Saturday Night Tights discord while it went through beta, but i know we have members here that are not in that discord.

https://forums.homecomingservers.com/pat...age-2-r35/

Remember, Go Hunt Kill Skulls, and maybe I'll see you sometime in Paragon City
Drenivian 
(I will never not be the 3IC of the Legendary, I refuse to even  think of saying it)]]>
Your 3IC of the Legendary here to let you all know that Homecoming has released Page 2 of Issue 28.

What does that bring?  
2 NEW powersets Psionic Armor and Pyrotechic Control
Proliferation of 2 Armor Sets to Tankers which are Regeneration (With Regen getting a once over to make it better!) and Energy Armor
Changes to the Sleep Powers to increase their effectiveness
And other power changes I Will Not include here

and to me, the big one, they made Kallisti Wharf into a real, living zone with 5 Storyline Contacts and a new Enemy Group (with Giant Monster that is summoned)

I gushed about this in the Saturday Night Tights discord while it went through beta, but i know we have members here that are not in that discord.

https://forums.homecomingservers.com/pat...age-2-r35/

Remember, Go Hunt Kill Skulls, and maybe I'll see you sometime in Paragon City
Drenivian 
(I will never not be the 3IC of the Legendary, I refuse to even  think of saying it)]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14845 Sat, 01 Mar 2025 19:20:40 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14845 Paragon Police Department.

Jasmine Briar, cat girl/Devouring earth hybrid was standing before the chief of police, wondering what he could want with her as he coughed and leaned on his desk. 

"Detective Briar, it has been two years since the passing of your partner.... We think it is about time we assigned you a new one." He said, pulling out a file.

She chewed her lip, the death of her old Partner Purrfect Detective had been hard, who knew someone with hyper regeneration could suffer a heart defect? She missed her deeply, PD had been her maid of honour.... Hell, she wouldn't be the cop she was now without her.... But she had to move on, if that meant a new partner, then so be it.

The door of the chiefs office opened and in stepped a towering woman in Praetorian Police armour, apparently Vanguard had finished reverse engineered it for public use. As Jasmine started at the new comer, she realised she was a clockwork. "Er,,, Sir?" She asked nervously.

The chief nodded. "This is Sigmar Seven, she originally worked for Longbow, but after her awakening she wanted to work in law enforcement. She will be your new partner Briar, teach her the ropes."

Jasmine got out if her chair and offers her hand to Sigmar, the Clockwork staring at it before gingerly taking it. "Hand shake." She said in a flat tone, shaking Jasmin's hand.

King's Row 

Jasmine decided to break Sigmar in with a simple patrol, it was beat cop work.... But she was unsure if Sigmar's level of experience, she did not the clockwork had holstered long barrel revolvers at her side.

"Okay, soo... How long have you been awakened?" Jas asked curiously.

Sigmar turned her head left to right, scanning. "I have been active and in service for over five years, but my awakening only came about November last year, after passing the Turing test, I was given the freedom to choose my own job." She said in that same flat tone.

Jasmine nodded, then paused as she heard a scream, looking across the rose, she saw a Skull trying to snatching a purse. "Time to ac-" Jasmine started, reaching out with her powers to summon plants to restrain the thug, but Sigmar was faster, quick drawing a pistol and firing it, the Skull dropping and screaming in pain.

Jasmine ran over to the goon as the woman he was trying to rob ran. "What the hell Sigmar? Who said to use lethal force on a purse snatcher?" She drops to her knees and checks the Skull.

Sigmar walked up, her pistols still trained on the goon. "I did not use lethal force, I use rubber rounds, no skin penetration."

As Jasmine checked the skull, she saw that indeed there was no bullet wound. "You could of still warned m-" she was cut off as Sigmar fired into the Skull again. "What the fuck?"

Sigmar leant down. "The perp was reaching for thus." She picks up a knife. "I prevented you from being stabbed."

Jasmine just stares, before removing the skull mask from the goin and attaching a zig porter to him. "We need to talk about communication...." She muttered.

Later.
Steel Canyon.
Stogers residence.

Jasmine opened the door to her home and sighed, letting out a long breath, her body rippled as she reverted to her plant hybrid form, gaining a few feet as her skin grew a green moss like fur, she only reverted to this form at home, less strange glances at her.

Walking into the lounge, she saw her husband reading the paper, Captain Erstaz, Reves Stoger, and collapsed into his lap.

"Long day kitten?" He asked, rubbing her ear.

She told him about her new partner and the troubles she was having with her.

Reves tilted her head. "Wel, normally I say what do you expect from a Praetorian construct, but sounds like she was made in the good old USA, maybe she is a bit of an old west gun slinger?"

Jas was about to criticize him on his casual racism, but stopped herself, Reves was from a different time, the time of the Red Scare, his patriotism streak was a mile wide.... Sure it clashed with the world view of twenty twenty, but it was also part of what made her fall in love with him, that old time charm.

She nuzzled him. "Just... Frustrating, Sigmar said she passed the Turing test, but she comes off very robotic, uncaring."

Reve stroked her hair. "Well could be worse, could be a Commie."

She sighed and lightly bapped his nose. "Anyway, where are the kids?"

He smiled. "In the sun lamp room, apparently they have a trick to show you kitten."

Curiously, she got up from his lap and padded to the sun lamp room, bring part plant, she and her kids used it to get some much needed UV rays, opening the door, she squinted in the bright light and looked down at her twins, smiling as they where playing with a potted plant. "Hey Ruby, Jade, dad says you have a trick to show me?"

The five year old girls look at her, their plant like nature slightly more obvious than their mothers as Jade gave a gap toothed smile. "Momma look." She help up the potted plant, screwing up her face as the flower inside exploded into bloom. Ruby then demonstrated the same trick, Jasmine kneeling down and hugging them. 

"You two are growing so quick... But he careful, making some plants grow fast can be bad for them, okay?"

The two girls nodded, their tails lashing behind them in excitement.

Jasmine stands and dusts off her hands. "Now for dinner, who wants Mac and Cheese?"

The two girls cheer before running out of the room to get cleaned up, Jasmine smiling as she followed.

(Purrfect Detective belonged to Ran-San who sadly passed away.)

(Reves Stogers belongs to Fox, thanks for letting me use him.)]]> Paragon Police Department.

Jasmine Briar, cat girl/Devouring earth hybrid was standing before the chief of police, wondering what he could want with her as he coughed and leaned on his desk. 

"Detective Briar, it has been two years since the passing of your partner.... We think it is about time we assigned you a new one." He said, pulling out a file.

She chewed her lip, the death of her old Partner Purrfect Detective had been hard, who knew someone with hyper regeneration could suffer a heart defect? She missed her deeply, PD had been her maid of honour.... Hell, she wouldn't be the cop she was now without her.... But she had to move on, if that meant a new partner, then so be it.

The door of the chiefs office opened and in stepped a towering woman in Praetorian Police armour, apparently Vanguard had finished reverse engineered it for public use. As Jasmine started at the new comer, she realised she was a clockwork. "Er,,, Sir?" She asked nervously.

The chief nodded. "This is Sigmar Seven, she originally worked for Longbow, but after her awakening she wanted to work in law enforcement. She will be your new partner Briar, teach her the ropes."

Jasmine got out if her chair and offers her hand to Sigmar, the Clockwork staring at it before gingerly taking it. "Hand shake." She said in a flat tone, shaking Jasmin's hand.

King's Row 

Jasmine decided to break Sigmar in with a simple patrol, it was beat cop work.... But she was unsure if Sigmar's level of experience, she did not the clockwork had holstered long barrel revolvers at her side.

"Okay, soo... How long have you been awakened?" Jas asked curiously.

Sigmar turned her head left to right, scanning. "I have been active and in service for over five years, but my awakening only came about November last year, after passing the Turing test, I was given the freedom to choose my own job." She said in that same flat tone.

Jasmine nodded, then paused as she heard a scream, looking across the rose, she saw a Skull trying to snatching a purse. "Time to ac-" Jasmine started, reaching out with her powers to summon plants to restrain the thug, but Sigmar was faster, quick drawing a pistol and firing it, the Skull dropping and screaming in pain.

Jasmine ran over to the goon as the woman he was trying to rob ran. "What the hell Sigmar? Who said to use lethal force on a purse snatcher?" She drops to her knees and checks the Skull.

Sigmar walked up, her pistols still trained on the goon. "I did not use lethal force, I use rubber rounds, no skin penetration."

As Jasmine checked the skull, she saw that indeed there was no bullet wound. "You could of still warned m-" she was cut off as Sigmar fired into the Skull again. "What the fuck?"

Sigmar leant down. "The perp was reaching for thus." She picks up a knife. "I prevented you from being stabbed."

Jasmine just stares, before removing the skull mask from the goin and attaching a zig porter to him. "We need to talk about communication...." She muttered.

Later.
Steel Canyon.
Stogers residence.

Jasmine opened the door to her home and sighed, letting out a long breath, her body rippled as she reverted to her plant hybrid form, gaining a few feet as her skin grew a green moss like fur, she only reverted to this form at home, less strange glances at her.

Walking into the lounge, she saw her husband reading the paper, Captain Erstaz, Reves Stoger, and collapsed into his lap.

"Long day kitten?" He asked, rubbing her ear.

She told him about her new partner and the troubles she was having with her.

Reves tilted her head. "Wel, normally I say what do you expect from a Praetorian construct, but sounds like she was made in the good old USA, maybe she is a bit of an old west gun slinger?"

Jas was about to criticize him on his casual racism, but stopped herself, Reves was from a different time, the time of the Red Scare, his patriotism streak was a mile wide.... Sure it clashed with the world view of twenty twenty, but it was also part of what made her fall in love with him, that old time charm.

She nuzzled him. "Just... Frustrating, Sigmar said she passed the Turing test, but she comes off very robotic, uncaring."

Reve stroked her hair. "Well could be worse, could be a Commie."

She sighed and lightly bapped his nose. "Anyway, where are the kids?"

He smiled. "In the sun lamp room, apparently they have a trick to show you kitten."

Curiously, she got up from his lap and padded to the sun lamp room, bring part plant, she and her kids used it to get some much needed UV rays, opening the door, she squinted in the bright light and looked down at her twins, smiling as they where playing with a potted plant. "Hey Ruby, Jade, dad says you have a trick to show me?"

The five year old girls look at her, their plant like nature slightly more obvious than their mothers as Jade gave a gap toothed smile. "Momma look." She help up the potted plant, screwing up her face as the flower inside exploded into bloom. Ruby then demonstrated the same trick, Jasmine kneeling down and hugging them. 

"You two are growing so quick... But he careful, making some plants grow fast can be bad for them, okay?"

The two girls nodded, their tails lashing behind them in excitement.

Jasmine stands and dusts off her hands. "Now for dinner, who wants Mac and Cheese?"

The two girls cheer before running out of the room to get cleaned up, Jasmine smiling as she followed.

(Purrfect Detective belonged to Ran-San who sadly passed away.)

(Reves Stogers belongs to Fox, thanks for letting me use him.)]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14844 Mon, 24 Feb 2025 20:36:17 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14844 Tina's motors.

Tina sighed as she got her step stool and climbed upmto the counter, grabbing her tools, being a mouse girl in Paragon blew when you barely pushed four feet, she would of thrown in the towel on her job if not for the Praet invasions giving her a helper in the form of Bob, a towering bulking clock work she rebuilt.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled watching Bob easily lift the engine out of the car they where working on, moving it to one side before his hands unfolded into a series of tools as he started disassembling it.

She grabbed her wrench and climbed down, walking over and looking at it. "What do ya think big guy?" She asked, patting his calf.

"At least one, maybe two faulty pistons, the fact they drove it into the shop is a miracle." He rumbled.

Tina nodded when she heard footsteps, turning around, she saw three Trolls enter the shop, their beady eyes looking around as they held a variety of clubs, taking a breath, Tina looked up. "Howdy, welcome to Tina's motors, how can I help ya?"

The lead troll grinned. "Little lady, protection." He growled.

Tina frowned, backing up to Bob. "I'm sorry, but I'm not on any gangs territory, I don't owe protection to no one."

The troll grunted. "New gang, new rules, pay mouse." He swung his club at one of the benches, scattering tools and parts. "Now."

She sighed. "Bob, open up."

The large clockwork nodded and bent the knee, his chest opening up as Tina jumped in, quickly situating herself in the command cradle, Bob's chest swung closed as he stood to his full hight, towering over the trolls, Tina's voice coming from a loud speaker. "Right, I'll make this simple cuz you lot aren't to smart, I'm not paying protection, so get the hell out of my shop."

The Trolls growled and charged, time for her to test out the modifications she did to Bob, in theory he would move like her and she had earned herself a few belts in martial arts classes.

The first troll swung, Bob sliding out of the way like quick silver according to Tina's input, lashing out with a large metal hand in a palm strike that sent the green thug dealing, before Bob did a snap kick, sending the troll out the door.

The two other gangers charged, Bob weaving and ducking their simple blows, new gang alright, these guys had obviously never been in a real fight before as Bob pulled off a round house kick, cracking their skulls.

As quickly as it begun, it was over, Bob's chest opening up as Tina looked out. "Holy shit, it worked big guy, we did it! Now you go get some chain while I call the cops. Tie them up by the light poll." She clambered out, dropping to the floor and running inside as Bob got some thick chain.

Later.

Officer Jasmine Briar looked over the scene as her partner attached Zig porters to the unconscious trolls. "So let me get this right, these trolls harassed you for protection money.... So you maned an unlicensed suit of power armour and took the law into your own hands?"

Tina nodded nervously, not just because the cop was a cat girl and she was a mouse girl, but because the way she said unlicensed sounded serious.

Jasmine looked at her notes. "Look, I don't want to be a baddy here... So I will write that you are a registered hero, waiting on your paper work, but that only works if you register within the week., okay?"

Tina looked up at Bob. "Er.... If we don't register?"

The officer sighs. "Then I have to fine you for an unregistered suit of power armour."

Tina nods. "I guess we got no choice then Bob."

The next day.
Atlas Park.
City Hall.

Tina sat in front of the desk, dressed in her best suit, Bob wedged into a chair next to her also dressed up, because she knew how some people got around naked clockwork, as the government official read over their paper work.

Noelle Minette (Paragon version) looked over their paper work. "Well it has been a while since we have had a duo join, you say Mr Bob is your power armour, but also has his own free thinking AI?"

Tina nods. "Three years of work miss... Um, is that a problem?"

"Not at all, you are signing up as a singular hero, so I'll just make sure your paper work is in order, please give up to five business days for your hero licence to arrive in the mail... I just need a name?"

Tina grins. "We will be known as Tiny Bob."]]> Tina's motors.

Tina sighed as she got her step stool and climbed upmto the counter, grabbing her tools, being a mouse girl in Paragon blew when you barely pushed four feet, she would of thrown in the towel on her job if not for the Praet invasions giving her a helper in the form of Bob, a towering bulking clock work she rebuilt.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled watching Bob easily lift the engine out of the car they where working on, moving it to one side before his hands unfolded into a series of tools as he started disassembling it.

She grabbed her wrench and climbed down, walking over and looking at it. "What do ya think big guy?" She asked, patting his calf.

"At least one, maybe two faulty pistons, the fact they drove it into the shop is a miracle." He rumbled.

Tina nodded when she heard footsteps, turning around, she saw three Trolls enter the shop, their beady eyes looking around as they held a variety of clubs, taking a breath, Tina looked up. "Howdy, welcome to Tina's motors, how can I help ya?"

The lead troll grinned. "Little lady, protection." He growled.

Tina frowned, backing up to Bob. "I'm sorry, but I'm not on any gangs territory, I don't owe protection to no one."

The troll grunted. "New gang, new rules, pay mouse." He swung his club at one of the benches, scattering tools and parts. "Now."

She sighed. "Bob, open up."

The large clockwork nodded and bent the knee, his chest opening up as Tina jumped in, quickly situating herself in the command cradle, Bob's chest swung closed as he stood to his full hight, towering over the trolls, Tina's voice coming from a loud speaker. "Right, I'll make this simple cuz you lot aren't to smart, I'm not paying protection, so get the hell out of my shop."

The Trolls growled and charged, time for her to test out the modifications she did to Bob, in theory he would move like her and she had earned herself a few belts in martial arts classes.

The first troll swung, Bob sliding out of the way like quick silver according to Tina's input, lashing out with a large metal hand in a palm strike that sent the green thug dealing, before Bob did a snap kick, sending the troll out the door.

The two other gangers charged, Bob weaving and ducking their simple blows, new gang alright, these guys had obviously never been in a real fight before as Bob pulled off a round house kick, cracking their skulls.

As quickly as it begun, it was over, Bob's chest opening up as Tina looked out. "Holy shit, it worked big guy, we did it! Now you go get some chain while I call the cops. Tie them up by the light poll." She clambered out, dropping to the floor and running inside as Bob got some thick chain.

Later.

Officer Jasmine Briar looked over the scene as her partner attached Zig porters to the unconscious trolls. "So let me get this right, these trolls harassed you for protection money.... So you maned an unlicensed suit of power armour and took the law into your own hands?"

Tina nodded nervously, not just because the cop was a cat girl and she was a mouse girl, but because the way she said unlicensed sounded serious.

Jasmine looked at her notes. "Look, I don't want to be a baddy here... So I will write that you are a registered hero, waiting on your paper work, but that only works if you register within the week., okay?"

Tina looked up at Bob. "Er.... If we don't register?"

The officer sighs. "Then I have to fine you for an unregistered suit of power armour."

Tina nods. "I guess we got no choice then Bob."

The next day.
Atlas Park.
City Hall.

Tina sat in front of the desk, dressed in her best suit, Bob wedged into a chair next to her also dressed up, because she knew how some people got around naked clockwork, as the government official read over their paper work.

Noelle Minette (Paragon version) looked over their paper work. "Well it has been a while since we have had a duo join, you say Mr Bob is your power armour, but also has his own free thinking AI?"

Tina nods. "Three years of work miss... Um, is that a problem?"

"Not at all, you are signing up as a singular hero, so I'll just make sure your paper work is in order, please give up to five business days for your hero licence to arrive in the mail... I just need a name?"

Tina grins. "We will be known as Tiny Bob."]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14836 Sun, 09 Feb 2025 19:35:43 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14836
Hiruma Hebiko yawned and crawled out of her tent into another day in this strange, strange city. Her clan and the JSDF sent her here to evaluate American heroes, so far... She was confused. The city was at constant war with the Rikti, time traveling Praetorian and the forces of lord Recluse, but the average citizen didn't seem to mind.

To keep her edge, she found one of the so called hazard zones and set up camp, kept her edge sharp, reminded her of her time on the battle field, walking down to the stream, she stripped off and started washing, her bow and arrow with in arm reach as she cast her gaze around, normally her morning bath was interrupted by Hellions or Circle of Thorns, but it seemed they started avoiding this area, maybe she had driven them off finally? A shame, they where a good foe.

Finishing up, she grabbed her bow, taking aim and shooting her breakfast, a nice fait trout. She was shocked that in the middle of a city, there was not only a stream, but it was bountifully.... One of the many oddities here. Heading back to her camp, she started a fire, cooking her fish as she sat and dried.

Beedliy beep.

Sighing she tapped her ear, activating her com. "Hebiko here."

The upbeat voice of her mission support came through. "PAX here, we have another mission for you, contacts in Kings Row want you to take on the Skulls."

"Skulls huh? What's their deal?"

"They are a gang of death worshiping drug dealers, to join them you must kill some one and take their skull as a mask, be careful Hebiko, some of the higher ups even know magic!"

"Huh, magic? Better keep my eyes out."

"And Hebiko? Don't try the box routine, people are starting to catch on."

"There is nothing wrong with the box, it is the perfect but of stealth gear!"

There was a sigh from PAX. "I keep telling you, we have perfectly fine optic camoflauge here at the base for you."

Hebiko just grunts. "Heading out now, mission start."

"Good Luck Hebiko, I'm just a call away if you need anything."]]>
Hiruma Hebiko yawned and crawled out of her tent into another day in this strange, strange city. Her clan and the JSDF sent her here to evaluate American heroes, so far... She was confused. The city was at constant war with the Rikti, time traveling Praetorian and the forces of lord Recluse, but the average citizen didn't seem to mind.

To keep her edge, she found one of the so called hazard zones and set up camp, kept her edge sharp, reminded her of her time on the battle field, walking down to the stream, she stripped off and started washing, her bow and arrow with in arm reach as she cast her gaze around, normally her morning bath was interrupted by Hellions or Circle of Thorns, but it seemed they started avoiding this area, maybe she had driven them off finally? A shame, they where a good foe.

Finishing up, she grabbed her bow, taking aim and shooting her breakfast, a nice fait trout. She was shocked that in the middle of a city, there was not only a stream, but it was bountifully.... One of the many oddities here. Heading back to her camp, she started a fire, cooking her fish as she sat and dried.

Beedliy beep.

Sighing she tapped her ear, activating her com. "Hebiko here."

The upbeat voice of her mission support came through. "PAX here, we have another mission for you, contacts in Kings Row want you to take on the Skulls."

"Skulls huh? What's their deal?"

"They are a gang of death worshiping drug dealers, to join them you must kill some one and take their skull as a mask, be careful Hebiko, some of the higher ups even know magic!"

"Huh, magic? Better keep my eyes out."

"And Hebiko? Don't try the box routine, people are starting to catch on."

"There is nothing wrong with the box, it is the perfect but of stealth gear!"

There was a sigh from PAX. "I keep telling you, we have perfectly fine optic camoflauge here at the base for you."

Hebiko just grunts. "Heading out now, mission start."

"Good Luck Hebiko, I'm just a call away if you need anything."]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14826 Wed, 22 Jan 2025 22:51:47 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14826  
A fragment, a shard of a greater being, sent through the rifts during the war to see if Paragon was viable for the main mind, but it failed, Preatoria had been beaten back, he had been abandoned as the main mind turned elsewhere, to loftier goals.

He was once Metronome, hut now.... He was different, his sliver of psych had grown, evolved, he would make primal earth suitable, he would rise up... He just needed time, time to build his army.

The Hollows.

He stood in the abandoned building, looking at his hand. In it he held the psych of another one of Paragons lost and forgotten, so many homeless, so many aimless, he would fix that.

With his free hand, he moved with the grace of a master surgeon, cutting, sculpting, re working the mind. He had learned from the seer minds he worked with in Praetoria how Praetor Tillman had edited them, but while she was a butcher, hacking great chunks of the mind away, he had learned a more gentle touch, he was an artist at mental manipulation.

Placing the finishing touches, he turned to a bed where the vacant shell of a clockwork waited, with skill and grave he gently placed the edited mind into its new shell, the clockwork shuddering before slowly sitting up, looking around and bowing before him.

Another success, he let it stand, walk around, get used to its new form before other clockwork came in and lead it out, it would be given a name, purpose, another willing pawn in his growing forces.

That left.... The shell.

Turning to another bed, a male body layed there, eyes vacant, a look of fear etched onto his face as thick restraints held the body down, five burn marks on the forehead where he had pulled the mind free, leaving a brain dead shell.

He checked the body over, not too malnuroused, all the teeth where in tact and no sign of drug abuses he could see. With a simple mental impulse, he called forth one of his more earlier experiments, large constructor body with simple brutish mind, it stomped in, his head bowed as he awaited his orders.

"Contact Rollister, I believe he will pay well for this shell." The Herald said, there where only two buyers of bodies that he trusted, the Circle of Thorns and the Vazhilock, in honesty he rather not detail with either.... But building a revaluation was expensive and it would only be so long before the mindless shell expired and started to stink the place up.

Retrieving his staff, something he had prised from the fingers of a dead hero, he made his way into what was once a community room and smiled, rows of clockwork stood there, their heads turning as one as he entered, dropping to one knee and bowing their heads to him.... This was power, this was strength, his army would rise up and take paragon by force, he would find Penelope Yin, the Praetorian one and craft her into his perfect princess.

And nothing would stop his glorious evolution.]]>  
A fragment, a shard of a greater being, sent through the rifts during the war to see if Paragon was viable for the main mind, but it failed, Preatoria had been beaten back, he had been abandoned as the main mind turned elsewhere, to loftier goals.

He was once Metronome, hut now.... He was different, his sliver of psych had grown, evolved, he would make primal earth suitable, he would rise up... He just needed time, time to build his army.

The Hollows.

He stood in the abandoned building, looking at his hand. In it he held the psych of another one of Paragons lost and forgotten, so many homeless, so many aimless, he would fix that.

With his free hand, he moved with the grace of a master surgeon, cutting, sculpting, re working the mind. He had learned from the seer minds he worked with in Praetoria how Praetor Tillman had edited them, but while she was a butcher, hacking great chunks of the mind away, he had learned a more gentle touch, he was an artist at mental manipulation.

Placing the finishing touches, he turned to a bed where the vacant shell of a clockwork waited, with skill and grave he gently placed the edited mind into its new shell, the clockwork shuddering before slowly sitting up, looking around and bowing before him.

Another success, he let it stand, walk around, get used to its new form before other clockwork came in and lead it out, it would be given a name, purpose, another willing pawn in his growing forces.

That left.... The shell.

Turning to another bed, a male body layed there, eyes vacant, a look of fear etched onto his face as thick restraints held the body down, five burn marks on the forehead where he had pulled the mind free, leaving a brain dead shell.

He checked the body over, not too malnuroused, all the teeth where in tact and no sign of drug abuses he could see. With a simple mental impulse, he called forth one of his more earlier experiments, large constructor body with simple brutish mind, it stomped in, his head bowed as he awaited his orders.

"Contact Rollister, I believe he will pay well for this shell." The Herald said, there where only two buyers of bodies that he trusted, the Circle of Thorns and the Vazhilock, in honesty he rather not detail with either.... But building a revaluation was expensive and it would only be so long before the mindless shell expired and started to stink the place up.

Retrieving his staff, something he had prised from the fingers of a dead hero, he made his way into what was once a community room and smiled, rows of clockwork stood there, their heads turning as one as he entered, dropping to one knee and bowing their heads to him.... This was power, this was strength, his army would rise up and take paragon by force, he would find Penelope Yin, the Praetorian one and craft her into his perfect princess.

And nothing would stop his glorious evolution.]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14819 Thu, 02 Jan 2025 18:55:52 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14819
Nat smiled as she looked at her uniform on stand, the bright orange and white, with the star at the centre of the chest, Texan Pride, she felt proud to wear it and at the slight joke in her name.

There was a buzz as her phone rings, picking it up, she saw it was her mother. "Hey ma."

"Oh hi Nathan-"

Nat coughed. "We been over this ma, ever since the toxic accident, it's Nat now."

"Sorry sweety, just over 18 years of you being my little man, just takes getting used to, you understand?"

Nat had lost track of how many times she had to correct her mother, she knows she means well, but she was getting forgetful in her age. "So what's the call for?"

"Oh just wanted to see how you where setting in in Paragon, big shift from Austin, Texas."

"Well you know ma, ever since the accident, my football dreams went up in smoke.... And let's be fair, they ain't the most tolerant folks back home, ta mutants or trans." She said, a slight bitter memory at how many of her friends turned their back on her after the change.

Her mother sighed. "I know sweety, Paragon will be good for ya, they have them rainbow flags and all, do ya good."

"Thanks ma, how's pa and Betty?"

"Oh you know your father, butting heads with anyone that tries to besmirch the family and ya sister is still upset over your change."

Nat couldn't help but laugh. "Ma, she's just upset I got this rocking bod while she has to sweat at the gym, but good news. I lined up a therapist and there is apparently a support group for trans, apparently randomly changing gender happens a lot here, hell, there was even a drug that did it... This place is wild ma, I think I will fit in great."

"Well just as long as ya don't get inta trouble, see you sweety."

Nat smiled. "Later ma." She sighed and hung up.... Time to start her new life, as a new... Well, cow woman, the woman part was still taking getting used to... The cow part, not so hard... Even if she couldn't look a hamburger in the eye anymore.]]>
Nat smiled as she looked at her uniform on stand, the bright orange and white, with the star at the centre of the chest, Texan Pride, she felt proud to wear it and at the slight joke in her name.

There was a buzz as her phone rings, picking it up, she saw it was her mother. "Hey ma."

"Oh hi Nathan-"

Nat coughed. "We been over this ma, ever since the toxic accident, it's Nat now."

"Sorry sweety, just over 18 years of you being my little man, just takes getting used to, you understand?"

Nat had lost track of how many times she had to correct her mother, she knows she means well, but she was getting forgetful in her age. "So what's the call for?"

"Oh just wanted to see how you where setting in in Paragon, big shift from Austin, Texas."

"Well you know ma, ever since the accident, my football dreams went up in smoke.... And let's be fair, they ain't the most tolerant folks back home, ta mutants or trans." She said, a slight bitter memory at how many of her friends turned their back on her after the change.

Her mother sighed. "I know sweety, Paragon will be good for ya, they have them rainbow flags and all, do ya good."

"Thanks ma, how's pa and Betty?"

"Oh you know your father, butting heads with anyone that tries to besmirch the family and ya sister is still upset over your change."

Nat couldn't help but laugh. "Ma, she's just upset I got this rocking bod while she has to sweat at the gym, but good news. I lined up a therapist and there is apparently a support group for trans, apparently randomly changing gender happens a lot here, hell, there was even a drug that did it... This place is wild ma, I think I will fit in great."

"Well just as long as ya don't get inta trouble, see you sweety."

Nat smiled. "Later ma." She sighed and hung up.... Time to start her new life, as a new... Well, cow woman, the woman part was still taking getting used to... The cow part, not so hard... Even if she couldn't look a hamburger in the eye anymore.]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14816 Tue, 31 Dec 2024 20:03:51 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14816
Ever since that orange lump had been re elected, the business world was lurching like a wounded beast, her trade was in textiles, food stuff and pharmaceuticals from China and with the racist pig dog in charge.... But that was not her only problem.

Lady Nogistune was moving in on her, the Japanese power house was sniping out small business, building a foot hold in her homeland... And it was not like she could openly confront her over it, Huli was old, old enough to still be bitter with the British over the opium trade... But Lady Nogi? She was down right Primeval, possibly dating back to the time of the gods, she had political and financial power that dwarved her.

Sighing, the fox girl pulls her glasses off and head butts her desk.

There was a creak as the door to her office opened, her personal assistant Hu was coming in, carrying a tea tray, the smell of green tea and yaks butter going far to lighten her mood. He knew her well, but then he had been born to this position, like his father before him and his grandfather before him, for centuries Hu's family had served her and she was quite thankful for the loyalty.

As he put down the tray, she smiled at took her tea cup, inhaling deeply of its aroma before sipping. "Tell me some good news Hu, I could use it."

He pulled out a table and tapped away. "Quite good news my lady, something... Or to be more precise, someone has joined the Infamous and is taking up lady Nogi's time and energy."

This was good news. "Tell me Hu, who is this thorn in her side?"

Hu handed over the tablet. "Her name is Iuchi Teohanya, from southern Japan. Her clan specialises in horse breeding, her own family are magic users, specialising in spirit magic... But she seems to use Manoa Tuskia, blood magic."

She takes the tablet and brings up a photo. "What the hell? That tan... That garish make up... That bleached blond hair, is this a joke?" She asked Hu.

He bowed. "It seems she is part of Japan's "Gyaru" culture, think the American Valley Girl, but Japanese."

Huli taps her chin. "And this... Clown, is eating into Lady Nogi's time?"

"It would appear so ma'am."

Huli smiled, some breathing room at last. "I want to indirectly support this woman, can you arrange that?"

Hu nods. "It will be done."

She smiled and steepeled her fingers, a happy new years to her.]]>
Ever since that orange lump had been re elected, the business world was lurching like a wounded beast, her trade was in textiles, food stuff and pharmaceuticals from China and with the racist pig dog in charge.... But that was not her only problem.

Lady Nogistune was moving in on her, the Japanese power house was sniping out small business, building a foot hold in her homeland... And it was not like she could openly confront her over it, Huli was old, old enough to still be bitter with the British over the opium trade... But Lady Nogi? She was down right Primeval, possibly dating back to the time of the gods, she had political and financial power that dwarved her.

Sighing, the fox girl pulls her glasses off and head butts her desk.

There was a creak as the door to her office opened, her personal assistant Hu was coming in, carrying a tea tray, the smell of green tea and yaks butter going far to lighten her mood. He knew her well, but then he had been born to this position, like his father before him and his grandfather before him, for centuries Hu's family had served her and she was quite thankful for the loyalty.

As he put down the tray, she smiled at took her tea cup, inhaling deeply of its aroma before sipping. "Tell me some good news Hu, I could use it."

He pulled out a table and tapped away. "Quite good news my lady, something... Or to be more precise, someone has joined the Infamous and is taking up lady Nogi's time and energy."

This was good news. "Tell me Hu, who is this thorn in her side?"

Hu handed over the tablet. "Her name is Iuchi Teohanya, from southern Japan. Her clan specialises in horse breeding, her own family are magic users, specialising in spirit magic... But she seems to use Manoa Tuskia, blood magic."

She takes the tablet and brings up a photo. "What the hell? That tan... That garish make up... That bleached blond hair, is this a joke?" She asked Hu.

He bowed. "It seems she is part of Japan's "Gyaru" culture, think the American Valley Girl, but Japanese."

Huli taps her chin. "And this... Clown, is eating into Lady Nogi's time?"

"It would appear so ma'am."

Huli smiled, some breathing room at last. "I want to indirectly support this woman, can you arrange that?"

Hu nods. "It will be done."

She smiled and steepeled her fingers, a happy new years to her.]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14810 Tue, 17 Dec 2024 00:06:01 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14810
Lyra Harpsichord layed on the couch, channel surfing when the door to the apartment slammed open, standing there her new roommate Trixie Lulamoon, looking very worse for wear.

"Sooo." Lyra asked, muting the TV. "How was the first day of heroing?"

Trixie stomped to the couch, threw her self on it and screamed into a pillow.

"That bad huh?"

Trixie raised her head. "First, a sewer full of nastiness, then the Rikti War Zone where, big surprise, psionic aliens are immune to illusions, then I helped fight I giant octopus that felt like kicking a puppy and finally on Perigin Island, spending most my time on the ground, getting stepped on." The blue haired woman ranted.

Lyra gingerly patted her back. "So an eventful first day?"

Trixie screamed into the pillow again. "Sweet Celestia's hindquarters, you do this for fun?"

Lyra shrugs. "Well, yeah.... But you are still adjusting, remember, last week you where a pastel unicorn, like Bon bon and I was."

Trixie grumped, it was true, she was originally a pony from Equestria, she had fallen through a portal and ended up human... With tail, in Paragon and it was a big change, anatomy alone was something she was still getting used to... That and diet, her new human body enjoyed meat, something she never would of eaten back home.

Trixie wrinkled her nose. "You wife is not a unicorn, she is a changing, there is a difference."

Lyra sighed, her wife's species had been a point of contention, but Lyra had to help any pony that fell through that portal.... Even if a few had gone bad, like that crazy Pinkie Pie or the Vampire Fluttershy. "Look, the fact my wife is a big woman is not something we need to talk about.... Again, you just need some more heroing experience under your belt.... Or maybe you can do some magic shows?"

The mage sighs, adjusting her purple hat. "Maybe... I'm taking a shower." She gets up, stripping as she went.

Lyra calls out. "Hey, we don't do that in the loungeroom." 

She sighs and picks up Trixie's discarded clothes, taking them to the washing hamper and throwing them in, she still needed to teach the former pony about some things before she was ready to live on her own.]]>
Lyra Harpsichord layed on the couch, channel surfing when the door to the apartment slammed open, standing there her new roommate Trixie Lulamoon, looking very worse for wear.

"Sooo." Lyra asked, muting the TV. "How was the first day of heroing?"

Trixie stomped to the couch, threw her self on it and screamed into a pillow.

"That bad huh?"

Trixie raised her head. "First, a sewer full of nastiness, then the Rikti War Zone where, big surprise, psionic aliens are immune to illusions, then I helped fight I giant octopus that felt like kicking a puppy and finally on Perigin Island, spending most my time on the ground, getting stepped on." The blue haired woman ranted.

Lyra gingerly patted her back. "So an eventful first day?"

Trixie screamed into the pillow again. "Sweet Celestia's hindquarters, you do this for fun?"

Lyra shrugs. "Well, yeah.... But you are still adjusting, remember, last week you where a pastel unicorn, like Bon bon and I was."

Trixie grumped, it was true, she was originally a pony from Equestria, she had fallen through a portal and ended up human... With tail, in Paragon and it was a big change, anatomy alone was something she was still getting used to... That and diet, her new human body enjoyed meat, something she never would of eaten back home.

Trixie wrinkled her nose. "You wife is not a unicorn, she is a changing, there is a difference."

Lyra sighed, her wife's species had been a point of contention, but Lyra had to help any pony that fell through that portal.... Even if a few had gone bad, like that crazy Pinkie Pie or the Vampire Fluttershy. "Look, the fact my wife is a big woman is not something we need to talk about.... Again, you just need some more heroing experience under your belt.... Or maybe you can do some magic shows?"

The mage sighs, adjusting her purple hat. "Maybe... I'm taking a shower." She gets up, stripping as she went.

Lyra calls out. "Hey, we don't do that in the loungeroom." 

She sighs and picks up Trixie's discarded clothes, taking them to the washing hamper and throwing them in, she still needed to teach the former pony about some things before she was ready to live on her own.]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14730 Sun, 12 May 2024 01:51:38 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14730 King's Row
Seraph's apartment block.

Mary cursed as she struggled up the stairs with her grocery, you think in her twenty plus years of living among humans, she would of gotten used to the size difference. but no, she was a short stack goblin and everything was too damn big.

As she made it to her apartment, she put down her groceries, habitually looking around for someone trying to steal it before standing on her trippy toes to unlock her door. All she saw was that Oni chick that lived down the hall staring at her.

"See something you like?" She teases, shaking her ass, the Oni rolled her eyes and headed down stairs. Mary snickered as the door opened and she headed inside. Slowly she unpacked, climbing up and down the collection of step ladders she had in the kitchen, putting her groceries away before attending to a task she did not enjoy.

Heading into the living room, she sat down on the rug, closing her eyes and casting her mind out, she could feel the minds of two psyches below her, but they where self contained, not probing her.... Good. Slowing her breathing, her mind expanded into the city till she felt it, a psionicly altered mind, made into part of a web that stretched all the way back to the Rogue Isles.

She could feel her superiors mind on the network and sent her report, she was doing well in her infiltration of Paragon and had already worked with several members of the Freedom Phalanx, all things where progressing well.

Her superiors reply was like a slap to the face, telling her to only use this connection to report something of true worth before violently disconnecting.

Mary opened her eyes and rubbed her face, green hand coming away red from a bloody nose. She swore and got up, stripping down and taking a shower, a luxury to shower privately after the group showers in the Arachnos barracks.... And now bitch widows to sabotage the shower head she smiled as she washed her hair.

As she was relaxing, there was a knock at the door... Of course someone would interrupt her relaxation time. Turning off the water she wrapped a towel that was comically large on her and headed to the door, opening it a crack and looking out.

Standing there was a woman at least a foot taller than her with lilac hair holding a cake. "Hello there miss, I'm your neighbour Noelle Minette. I thought you might like a cake to welcome you to the neighbourhood."

Mary blinked... Cake? Welcome? This felt so alien.... But only a stupid goblin would turn down freebies. "Thanks, um.... Want a coffee?" She offered, opening the door. "Maybe you can tell me about the neighbourhood?"

"Oh that would be lovely miss." Noelle says with a smile.

"Call me Mary, come on in."]]> King's Row
Seraph's apartment block.

Mary cursed as she struggled up the stairs with her grocery, you think in her twenty plus years of living among humans, she would of gotten used to the size difference. but no, she was a short stack goblin and everything was too damn big.

As she made it to her apartment, she put down her groceries, habitually looking around for someone trying to steal it before standing on her trippy toes to unlock her door. All she saw was that Oni chick that lived down the hall staring at her.

"See something you like?" She teases, shaking her ass, the Oni rolled her eyes and headed down stairs. Mary snickered as the door opened and she headed inside. Slowly she unpacked, climbing up and down the collection of step ladders she had in the kitchen, putting her groceries away before attending to a task she did not enjoy.

Heading into the living room, she sat down on the rug, closing her eyes and casting her mind out, she could feel the minds of two psyches below her, but they where self contained, not probing her.... Good. Slowing her breathing, her mind expanded into the city till she felt it, a psionicly altered mind, made into part of a web that stretched all the way back to the Rogue Isles.

She could feel her superiors mind on the network and sent her report, she was doing well in her infiltration of Paragon and had already worked with several members of the Freedom Phalanx, all things where progressing well.

Her superiors reply was like a slap to the face, telling her to only use this connection to report something of true worth before violently disconnecting.

Mary opened her eyes and rubbed her face, green hand coming away red from a bloody nose. She swore and got up, stripping down and taking a shower, a luxury to shower privately after the group showers in the Arachnos barracks.... And now bitch widows to sabotage the shower head she smiled as she washed her hair.

As she was relaxing, there was a knock at the door... Of course someone would interrupt her relaxation time. Turning off the water she wrapped a towel that was comically large on her and headed to the door, opening it a crack and looking out.

Standing there was a woman at least a foot taller than her with lilac hair holding a cake. "Hello there miss, I'm your neighbour Noelle Minette. I thought you might like a cake to welcome you to the neighbourhood."

Mary blinked... Cake? Welcome? This felt so alien.... But only a stupid goblin would turn down freebies. "Thanks, um.... Want a coffee?" She offered, opening the door. "Maybe you can tell me about the neighbourhood?"

"Oh that would be lovely miss." Noelle says with a smile.

"Call me Mary, come on in."]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14723 Tue, 09 Apr 2024 22:43:06 -0500 Sofaspud]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14723
(* dates not yet fixed, check your history books and plan to have purchased your tickets before yesterday)



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Illusion/Sonic controller, because I have incurable altitis and also because I don't feel like I have enough support characters yet, and also also because "Priss And Her Replicants" is too long a hero name, so "The Replicants" has to do instead.  It's just a shame that Phantom Army doesn't come until so late in the leveling curve.]]>
(* dates not yet fixed, check your history books and plan to have purchased your tickets before yesterday)



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Illusion/Sonic controller, because I have incurable altitis and also because I don't feel like I have enough support characters yet, and also also because "Priss And Her Replicants" is too long a hero name, so "The Replicants" has to do instead.  It's just a shame that Phantom Army doesn't come until so late in the leveling curve.]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14705 Tue, 12 Mar 2024 23:21:24 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14705
Chibi Neph wanna fight!]]>
Chibi Neph wanna fight!]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14700 Tue, 05 Mar 2024 14:50:38 -0500 Bob Schroeck]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14700 It's called The Lost Universe and comes complete with an introductory video:

]]> It's called The Lost Universe and comes complete with an introductory video:

]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14695 Wed, 28 Feb 2024 23:57:23 -0500 Dark Seraph]]> http://www.accessdenied-rms.net/forums/showthread.php?tid=14695 With a beep, Medical Unit Theta awoke from sleep mode, her mind slowly processing to see if anything happened to her form during the night, a left over paranoid habit from her time in Preatoria, as all checks came back green, she opened her eyes and carefully unplugged her charger, before yawning and stretching.

It had been two busy weeks since she left Preatoria.... And technically jumped more than ten years into the future, so many things to do and learn.... But now she had an apartment, a pet Guinea pig and a job, what more could she want? Maybe a girlfriend, but baby steps for now.

As she moved around the apartment, getting dressed and getting breakfast, she hummed to her self.... She did not need to eat, but she enjoyed the texture of food and it could fuel her in a pinch. Finishing up, she gave fluffy the guinea pig a head pat and headed out to her job.

She always enjoyed the walk I to work, King's Row was so different from Peatorian, instead of cream walls it was brick work for the most part, cars putted along the dirty streets, gangers watched from the shadows... It was more dangerous than her home demension, but at the same time more alive. She carefully side stepped some primal earth Clockwork stealing what looked like some sort of music device. She marveled at them, unlike her sleek, humanoid clockwork self, these things where primitive, scrap metal hammered together by psionic will, fascinating.

She eventually made it to the King's Row medical facility and clocked in, met by her coworker Cleo, a black skinned giantess of a woman with glowing eyes who worked the ER. "Hey Theta, got some bad news for ya."

Theta looked up and frowned. "This unit is no longer needed?" She asked with her usual verbal tick of being unable to refer to herself in the first person.

"What? No girl, you got day clinic today... So be good and try not to kill anyone?" She handed Theta a folder.
The clockwork took it and opened it, reading through it. She knew many of her fellow employees hated the day clinic, but had no idea why.

By lunch time, she knew.

She stomped into the lunch room, looked at the disinfectant by the sink and started scrubbing her face with it.
"That bad?" Cleo asked, daintily eating a tiny yoghurt.

Theta threw up her arms. "This unit had four cases of "it's just a cold." That was obviously the seasonal flu, one claiming it was a smokers cough after near coughing out a lung in the waiting room, who knows how many he infected!" She drops into a chair and let's out a sigh like a boiling kettle. "She does not understand why they wait so long for help."

Cleo shrugged. "Sad thing, even though the day clinic is free, many expect the traditional American price gouge... Take it things where better where you came from?"

Theta grumps. "The only work this unit has to do was on the occasion work place injury, which was rare because 90% of the workforce was clockworks."

Cleo reaches over and pats Theta's shoulder. "How about I make it up to you, the girls are having a night out, wanna come?"

Theta thought about this.... She did not have many friends in Paragon.... This could lead to more friends. "This unit would like to.... If she has not offlined herself by the end of the day."

That night Theta was given a girls night out, drinking, dancing, seeing the sights and again marvelling at how different primal earth was from Preatoria, getting home late and a little wobbly after Cleo showed her a drink made to get mechanoids drunk, Theta carefully picked up Fluffy and patted him. "This unit is so sorry, she had so much fun tonight, but left you all alone."

The guinea pig made a werking noise as she gently placed him on the couch and quickly got him some food, changing into a baggy shirt, she sat next to him and turned on the tv to watch crime dramas, another thing Preatoria lacked, television shows with conflict. She passed the evening, patting Fluffy as he ate and watching CSI Paragon reruns until finally putting Fluffy back in his cage, striping down and climbing into bed, plunging in her charger.]]> With a beep, Medical Unit Theta awoke from sleep mode, her mind slowly processing to see if anything happened to her form during the night, a left over paranoid habit from her time in Preatoria, as all checks came back green, she opened her eyes and carefully unplugged her charger, before yawning and stretching.

It had been two busy weeks since she left Preatoria.... And technically jumped more than ten years into the future, so many things to do and learn.... But now she had an apartment, a pet Guinea pig and a job, what more could she want? Maybe a girlfriend, but baby steps for now.

As she moved around the apartment, getting dressed and getting breakfast, she hummed to her self.... She did not need to eat, but she enjoyed the texture of food and it could fuel her in a pinch. Finishing up, she gave fluffy the guinea pig a head pat and headed out to her job.

She always enjoyed the walk I to work, King's Row was so different from Peatorian, instead of cream walls it was brick work for the most part, cars putted along the dirty streets, gangers watched from the shadows... It was more dangerous than her home demension, but at the same time more alive. She carefully side stepped some primal earth Clockwork stealing what looked like some sort of music device. She marveled at them, unlike her sleek, humanoid clockwork self, these things where primitive, scrap metal hammered together by psionic will, fascinating.

She eventually made it to the King's Row medical facility and clocked in, met by her coworker Cleo, a black skinned giantess of a woman with glowing eyes who worked the ER. "Hey Theta, got some bad news for ya."

Theta looked up and frowned. "This unit is no longer needed?" She asked with her usual verbal tick of being unable to refer to herself in the first person.

"What? No girl, you got day clinic today... So be good and try not to kill anyone?" She handed Theta a folder.
The clockwork took it and opened it, reading through it. She knew many of her fellow employees hated the day clinic, but had no idea why.

By lunch time, she knew.

She stomped into the lunch room, looked at the disinfectant by the sink and started scrubbing her face with it.
"That bad?" Cleo asked, daintily eating a tiny yoghurt.

Theta threw up her arms. "This unit had four cases of "it's just a cold." That was obviously the seasonal flu, one claiming it was a smokers cough after near coughing out a lung in the waiting room, who knows how many he infected!" She drops into a chair and let's out a sigh like a boiling kettle. "She does not understand why they wait so long for help."

Cleo shrugged. "Sad thing, even though the day clinic is free, many expect the traditional American price gouge... Take it things where better where you came from?"

Theta grumps. "The only work this unit has to do was on the occasion work place injury, which was rare because 90% of the workforce was clockworks."

Cleo reaches over and pats Theta's shoulder. "How about I make it up to you, the girls are having a night out, wanna come?"

Theta thought about this.... She did not have many friends in Paragon.... This could lead to more friends. "This unit would like to.... If she has not offlined herself by the end of the day."

That night Theta was given a girls night out, drinking, dancing, seeing the sights and again marvelling at how different primal earth was from Preatoria, getting home late and a little wobbly after Cleo showed her a drink made to get mechanoids drunk, Theta carefully picked up Fluffy and patted him. "This unit is so sorry, she had so much fun tonight, but left you all alone."

The guinea pig made a werking noise as she gently placed him on the couch and quickly got him some food, changing into a baggy shirt, she sat next to him and turned on the tv to watch crime dramas, another thing Preatoria lacked, television shows with conflict. She passed the evening, patting Fluffy as he ate and watching CSI Paragon reruns until finally putting Fluffy back in his cage, striping down and climbing into bed, plunging in her charger.]]>