Kronar, Son of Man.

Kronar the Second, Son of Kronar Son of Man.

Kronar "Buckshot" the Third, Son of Kronar the Second, Son of Kronar Son of Man.

Kronar the Third, Son of Kronar Son of Kronar Son of Man.

Ann O'Bedlam

Female Satyr with a nasty temper and nastier kick. Loves fighting, drinking and sad songs about how far away the forest is.

A little taller then most of her kind, red hair and curled horns

>>16436995
YOU LIE! I AM KRONAR THE THIRD, SON OF KRONAR THE SECOND SON OF KRONAR SON OF MAN!

Kronar the Goat-Son, Son of Ann O'Bedlam son of Kronar "Buckshot" the Third, Son of Kronar the Second, Son of Kronar Son of Man.

>>16437010
This, with Kronar, Son of Man, being her fathers bloodline.

Jackson Slick.

A man with a love of sharp knives, a hatred for a certain dame that borders on romantic, and a sense of Ambition.

He's not going to be just a security guard. one of these days he's going to be in charge of something big.

>>16437036
Her father on which side?

>>16437038
>Spades Slick expy
Fuck off with your homestuck.

>>16437052
Fathers side. Let's make him a grand father. Human blood made her restless

>>16437052
>Her father on what side?
HER FATHER.

Also, >>16437038 try to stay on topic for this thread please.

>>16437066
...which father's side?

>>16437010

"Ann. Ann, can you hear me?"
Arthur's voice. A little... odd. Crisp and clear, but still.
"Ann? Open your eyes if you can, but don't move too much."

You feel so... strange. Your arms and legs seem not quite numb, but a little off. You're in a bed, you can at least tell. And you feel awfully warm.
Ah! They have you hooked up to a... what are they called? It's pumping your lungs for you, anyway.

>>16437074
Alright, alright. No home stuck references

>>16437087
Can we talk?

>>16437078
Some of us don't have two daddies Anonymous.

>>16437087
What happened? What was the last thing we remember?

If we can talk, vow never to pass out from drinking that much again, and ask for our cold barley soup breakfast.

>>16437087
Try and move a little- maybe sit up if we can. If we're hooked up on a machine for breathing whatever barroom brawl we started last night must have gotten way out of hand

>>16437153
No, but anyone descended from Kronar, Son of Man certainly does.

Your throat feels a little sore, but you think you can talk. On opening your eyes, you're greeted by a bright light that occludes everything else - briefly. It's not so bright in here after all. You can feel your eyes adjust with a shocking level of sensitivity, and the moment you realise this your vision blurs again. A headache arrives like a freight train.
"Ann? Stay calm, your mind needs to adjust to the augs."

>>16437230
"What happened?" She asks as she closes her eyes, fighting down the urge to be sick with a certain sense of familiarity.

"Where am I?"

"Please tell me no one is sueing for damages. That inn was on fire when I got there, I swear."

>>16437172
You remember... it's a haze. Gunfire? An explosion? Something like that. A professional looking merc aug'd to hell and back stands out in your memory.

>>16437269
Oh, so it wasn't our fault this time.

Feel relieved, then feel slightly guilty.

"...I... screwed up... didn't I? Is everyone okay?"

>>16437261
"You're in the Sans Arcanist's medlab. There was... There was some 'corporate espionage'. Which is to say, some sons of bitches blew a hole in the side of the building, trashed the labs, killed a bunch of researchers, and took off. You were badly burned in the attack... A little dismembered, to be honest. But don't worry! I had you fitted with properly attuned augs to replace the missing limbs."

>Deus Ex: Magika

Is this my fault, for that "quests you want" thread earlier that spawned all the wild mashups? No matter. After this, nobody, and I mean fucking NOBODY, will have shit to say about the one I'm planning.

>>16437307
Limbs? I dont like the plural way you said that..

>>16437307
"Oh. That's good... wait... I still have my horns right?"

Check self for horns! A satyr without her horns is honorless!

"Do we have any idea of who did this? Why? Who did we loose?" Ann turns over in the bed, feeling through the rough covers with her new augmented limbs, the false fairy light of severe head trauma twinkling over her eyes.

>>16437322
"Uh, heh, yeah, I thought you might not. Hey, wiggle your fingers for me?"

>>16437269
>A professional looking merc aug'd to hell and back stands out in your memory.

He's SEARED into our fucking memory.

That motherfucker is ours. Sooner or later, he is OURS.

>>16437336
Your horns are still there, thank goodness.
Your limbs are... well, you have to admire the craftsman ship. You're clumsy with them, but you can feel the strength. They're beautifully wrought of brass with garnet nodes. That explains the heat - you know enough about magic to know the work of a Conflagrant. You didn't know Sans Arcanists employed any fire-mages, but there you go. Both arms, both legs... at least they kept you hooved.

Arthur is looking at you with a mix of concern and excitement, bonework right arm raised as if you sit on your shoulder and steady you. He's handsome, in a slightly-graying human way. And Necromancers are sexy anyway. Something about being artists...

>>16437337
>>16437337
Ann sighs, trying to figure out where her hands are before slowly lifting them upwards, attempting the desired action

*wiggles fingers*

>>16437337
Wiggle our middle fingers at him.

"How am i supposed to drink people under the table, when i don't have any legs to shake the alcohol down into anymore???"

>>16437398
If only he had a set of tits instead of a....well nobodies perfect. Especially not her anymore.

"How long was I out?" She asks, as she continues to wiggle her finger, watching as the light plays along the edge of her filigreed fingers.

If she doesn't feel light headed, she may try to sit up in the bed, and even put her new hooves against the floor.

>>16437398
"I... wow." She's dumbfounded for a moment at the extensiveness of her augmentations.

"... all this for me?" She asks somewhat shyly, before frowning.

"I'm not going to have to pay for this am I?"

>>16437459
On the plus side- this means we'll get drunker quicker!
We'll spend less money on alcohol!

He laughs. You can tell he can't help it.
"Oh, oh man... Don't worry, you should be able to drink people under the table just the same. Not all the augs are visible."

As you try to rise, he reaches out with delicate, ticking bonework arm and offers a steadying hand. "You've been out for around thirty hours - had to keep you sedated while I had some of the augs custom forged for you. Surgery must've taken a good twelve hours, at least."
Huh. He is wearing scrubs over his immaculate three-piece suit - you can see a black silk cravat peeking over the collar. Bloody scrubs, at that.

The cool tiles are strange under your new hooves, but you can feel yourself adjusting to the augmentations. You're dimly aware of other features built in...

>>16437544
oh, tell us what we've won!

Also, Ann sighs, rubbing her brow with her hands, the warmth of the metal a little shock.

"Ah... Okay. So, tell me about the attack. Who did we loose? Do we have any leads at all? Are the circle of magi or the magistratum investigating?"

>>16437496
"Call it a humanitarian gesture."
His face softens a little. Goddamnit, you are not having that conversation again.

"Out of curiosity, where exactly am I?"
"Are you going to require any form of currency for this? It seems to be working great by the way."

>>16437585
Which conversation is that?

>>16437582
"All business. Glad you're alright, then."

He folds his arms. "We lost the entire countermeasures team and the project lead for Isis. The Inquisition is looking into it, but they've been pretty underfunded since the dissolution of the church. So far, no leads. Makes no goddamn sense to me."

>>16437604
I think it's the "We like girls." Conversation

Also, follow him. Try to catch up on the situation as we continue and endeavor not to fall on our ass.

... wait are wee wearing clothing? Gods above no wonder he'd be sending us the wrong signals if we're naked.

>>16437616
"Have we been able to determine if anything was stolen?" Ann asks, one of her augmented hands grasping the base of her horn, rubbing it up and down as she assumes a look of concentration.

"...and dammit- all of the countermeasure teams? So... it's just me at the moment?"
Pausing mid step as panic hits her, she reaches for her minders shoulder with her free hand. "Do you know if someone named Rose Triss got out okay?"

>>16437616
Also, ask where are we like >>16437588 suggested

(I'm glad I didn't play Deus Ex. This is going to be fun!

Mercifully, you're wearing a hospital gown.

"Hey, sit down, ok? I want some more diagnostics run before you try moving too much." He settles into a plastic visitors chair.

"The countermeasures team were actually a research crew - working on ways of dealing with magical interference. Thanks to them, only a Conduit can actually affect your augs - there's a micro-weave of Nulled copper in there."
He shakes his head. "Sorry, I digress. They stole nothing, to my surprise - just killed and burned. That's why we had to go in and aug your lungs - the fire wrecked them."

He frowns, trying to recall. "Rose Triss? Rings no bells with me, but I'll admit I don't know everyone on staff. What did she do?"

>>16437713
"...just a secretary." Rub the back of your head awkwardly and try not to make eye contact.
"Anyway. Well. Still, this sounds worse and worse by the moment. How many attackers were there?"
The satyr sighs, sagging heavily in her seat. "... and how long will it take before I'm ready to leave? A week? Two?" She rubs her arms gingerly, tracing the spot where magical metal fuses with flesh.

>>16437713
"Null stuff?" Ann blinks in surprise. "... and again, you're just giving this to me for free? I mean, I'm not asking you to take them back or anything, but surely there's gotta have been someone more important then me to blow all this fancy stuff on."

>>16437713
Hrmm. So, if it wasn't a heist

"...maybe they were after someone? A kidnapping? Is there anyone who's turned up missing?"

How well do we know this necromancer anyway? Like, talk to him in the halls?

what was our job like? Security?

>>16437801
>>16437772
>>16437749

He seems taken aback, silent for a moment.
"Ann... do you really not remember? You're not just head of security here - we go back years, you and I. Don't you remember, back when this was all a pipe-dream and you gave me this for trying to kiss you?" He holds up the bonework arm, in illustration.
"No one kidnapped, just killed. Almost you, too. I'll want to keep you in here at least a month - we're in the Sans Arcanist's medical facility downtown from the main offices."

>>16437884
Ah. Good background information. Heh, that was more of a question that I was asking to Ann then anyone else, but it's all good.

"Sorry about that." I say, clasping and unclasping my mechanical fingers and shaking my head. "I just... lapsed on some stuff for a second. It's coming back now that you've mentioned it. Must've gotten a pretty bad concussion back there. It's a miracle my horns didn't chip."

>>16437884
"Yeah I remember that kiss- by the bright ones you can't hold your drink Arthur. You'd only had, what, five cups of those fruity sugary drinks before you were babbling about how it was you and me against the world."
Ann chuckles, before wincing. "Ow, hurts to laugh."

"So, a month? Well considering that I should be dead, that's alright with me. Get me time to get a handle on the augs while the leads are shaken down."

She sighs, tapping her hoof against the floor. "Damnit, damnit damnit. I swear when I get my hands on whoever did this..."

"I want them found as badly as you do, Ann. Hell, not to sound dispassionate, but that attack really shook up the stockholders. And the anti-aug groups are up in arms. We're in for a rough time, I think."

He rises, stretching. "People calling me unethical. Pft, and after all those protests I was in over spectral lobotomy? Anyway, you want me to send in my PA to sort you out some clothes and things? I'd like if you rest for tonight and we can start the physiotherapy tomorrow."

>>16438013
"Well, alright. And I want detailed security reports on who we're up against here." I say flexing my shoulders experimentally.

(Hey, where did everybody go?

>>16438206
"I'll send in the little we have. Might be able to get more out of the Inquisitorial team when they're done, but don't hold your breath. Rest up, ok? You had me worried for a while there."

He walks out of the room, leaving you alone on the surprisingly comfortable bed. It's relatively spartan here, but nicer than some actual hospitals you've been in.

>>16438013
"Yeah, well, things can only get better from here, right?" Ann says playfully, cocking an eyebrow. "Though I am starting to question the wisdom of my decision of sticking around with you when I could be home, dancing half naked around the holy trees."
>>16438206
(Stalker quest probably)

>>16438232
Did he leave behind that magical equivalent of a PDA?

If he did, now might be a good time to check the news ticker, and see what's going on in the world.

Think fondly of the forest and sigh bitterly about our foolish wanderlust.

Look for clothing to request- I'm thinking something well cut but not too fancy.

>>16438232
I should probably reflect on other hopsitals I've been in at the moment and count my blessings, but right now my heads to full of fuzz.

Best to find something to do unless we want to just go back to sleepy town

A figure steps through the wall. Something about her is hard to look at, a blurring at the edges, a lack of colour. Well, not a complete lack of colour - her lips are faintly red. Her clothing is businesslike, but a little antiquated.

"Hello, Ms. O'Bedlam. I'm Lydia, Mr. Sans' personal assistant. He sent me to ask if there's anything you'd like?"

>>16438367
Paw at our eyes. They didn't replace our eyes did they? Stave off growing wave of paranoia.
"Ah.. hi. Nice to meet you miss...?"
Pause for introduction. If none is given continue onwards.
"Right now? I guess a PDA, a fresh change of clothing. Oh, and some cold barely soup, with willow bark on the side if you can get it."

>>16438415
Her names Lydia.

Ann smiles nodding her head. "Hello. Sorry if I don't recognize you if we met before. I took a rather nasty bump on the head lately."
Pat the bed- invite her to sit next to you. "Could you get me the newspaper?"

>>16438415
"Just Lydia will be fine. Pardon me for saying, but one would think you'd never seen a ghost before. Now... yes, the soup and bark are easily done. I'll have both that and a PDA for you shortly. Anything else?"

Ooh, she's a ghost. Well at least she's not a demonette or something.

"I suppose you could get me the owners manual on these augs?" Ann jokes, smiling weakly. "At the very least I kinda want to know what they've rammed up ass, if you'll excuse my draconian."

>>16438501
She smiles sympathetically. At least, you think it's sympathy. At worst, it's a spirited impression of sympathy. You've heard ghosts have a hard time with emotion.
"I'll see what I can get downloaded to the PDA for you - I under those were custom made, and Mr. Sans commissioned some features to suit your profession. Did you find the flamethrower yet?"

>>16438634
No i have not, but it better not be hidden somewhere 'ironic'. Or i'll show that horny hound dog what a 'hotflash' REALLY is.

>>16438634
....
"Please tell me that's a joke. I really don't like the idea of there being something combustible in me at the moment."

>>16438659
"Haha, oh, goodness no. It's in the left-forearm, I think. I'll go get that for you now, anyway."

(I'm clearly getting too tired for this. I'll attempt to archive the thread in case it isn't here when I get back).

>>16438702
Well alright.

How did we do OP?

>>16438720
As long as you had fun and want to play more, you did great. The satyr thing was a delightful curveball.
Hm, sup/tg/ may be down...

>>16438868
I can archive it before I go to bed.
And hey, this will be interesting. This way we're not playing through the same story twice

>>16438968
People seemed to disappear after the first twenty minutes though.

Hopefully next time we'll have better participation.

When is next time btw?

>>16439050
Not sure yet, this week is looking increasingly chaotic. How does Saturday sound?

>>16439154
Sounds fine with me. Time?