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Jax will move up into line of sight and fire using DOUBLE TAP! He will also turn on his belt stereo and crank it up to 11!
Alrighty boys! Let's turn this holographic projection into a laser light show!
After firing off a couple rounds, Jax yells out, Hey! If I keep blasting my tunes, do you thing it will become confused and die from emotional stress?
Talek moves up around the corner pulling out his cryo rifle with a merciful infusion on it as he goes.
Talek begins casting a spell ass bolts of force strike out at the ghost.
Bepo moves behind L and then with lunge picks up the weapon L dropped at his feet.
Bepo will strike twice with his Devastation Blade at the hologram.
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Round Two
Living Hologram (-35, Get 'Em)
B-Bop
Overclock
Jax
Ragabash (-26 SP)
Talek
L
Bepo (-12 SP)
Bepo's first strike hits, but the second misses. The hologram seems to have taken some damage from the attack.
The hologram flies through the wall and away from Bepo, emerging on the other side, where it swiftly loops around the group, coming out behind Rags and L.
The hologram returns to attacking Rags.
Tiktik will activate his laser sight to ensure that his shot avoids his allies inbetween him and the angry image. Elliot enjoys his aerial advantage shooting over everyone's heads, afterwards he extends his manipulator arms to grip his bipod and brace for a full salvo next time.
Taking a guarded step back, L lowers the blasty end of his disintegrator pistol towards the ground.
"I know you think we're going to damage the place or whatever. I would assure you our goals are not destructive, though it may be hard to understand that from your programming. At least once this is over, I'm sure our little friend here might be able to fix your faulty projector."
Seeing his missiles were effective, talek begins casting again taking longer to cast this time with an extra missile striking the ghost.
Rags takes a five foot guarded step to the north-east and casts Summon Creature (lvl 2), summoning a Small Angel (red circle on map)
NG Outsider (angel, extraplanar, good).
Senses Low-light vision; Perception +3
HP 20/20
EAC 12; KAC 13
Fort +5; Ref +3; Will +1
Immunities +4 to saving throws against poison; immunity to petrification; resistance to acid, cold, electricity, and fire 1
Speed 30 ft. Supernatural flight 30 ft (perfect)
Melee sword of light +9 (1d6+5 S)
Str +3; Dex +1; Con +0; Int -3; Wis +0; Cha +0
Skills Acrobatics +3, Athletics +3, Diplomacy+0, Mysticism +0
Languages: Common and Celestial.
The Angel attempts an attack with its Sword of Light.
Rags thanks the Angel for its assistance and releases it to return to Elysium.
Rags, not one to leave B-bop hanging, connects the fist bump while Jax showboats.
"Well that was definitely the most fun I've ever had at a museum. I'm gonna deactivate that emitter though so it can't pop up on us again."
Satisfied with a job well done, Tiktik continues to explore deeper into the old museum (with his trusty droid hovering overhead.
He eyes all of the holograms supiciously and keeps his weapons out and laser sight on.
I will take lead this time, just to be safe.
Bepo will keep his weapon in hand and walk up in front.
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The holographic displays in this section of the hallway depict performers and creators of various forms of art. A trio of aliens in formal costumes leap and spin gracefully on a stage, another alien sits in front of some kind of instrument and tinkers away at the keys as if trying to perfect a melody, and a group of patrons stand in an art gallery admiring a sculpture of metal and glass. The displays repeat their animations every few minutes, and a large touch screen stands in front of each display.
As you enter, the various displays turn to you.
<Hey, stupid! Big stupid thing! Whats with all that fur, stupid!>" the first says.
<Yeah, Dumb-dumb. And all those stupid teeth. What are you doing with those teeth? Idiot.> says a second.
<A WORDLESS SCREECH OF FEEDBACK AND STATIC.>
<You said it, Th'kurlca. And you, is that your son?> says a fourth, gesturing at Tiktik.
The fifth speaks in a language most of you don't understand.
<And what are those?> one of the holograms drops to his hands and knees, looking at Tiktik's feet. <You call those shoes?!>
Overclock
Elliot
Talek
Bepo
Jax
B-Bop
L
Ragabash
Elliot's sensors detect a hidden door near where Bepo is standing.
Tiktik's eyes go wide with anticipation for Bepo's response.
Hey L, We might need your expertise in finding out what the hell these things are saying.
Over comms. ”It seems they’re not overly fond of our furry friends here, but they don’t seem to be in a fighting mood.”
Turning to the holograms.
”Well, aside from being rude to guests, what can you do here? Tell me more about this place. We would love to learn more about the people of this world, and any news of possibly more recent visitors.”
”Ah, disappointing. These appear to be broken as well.”
"Broken? Oh I better go shut off their emitters then." Tiktik says blissfully unaware of the rude comments of the holograms, as he approaches, saliva-dripped screwdriver in hand.
That's ashame that all of these things are broken. Luckily they are not attacking us like the last one did. Should we just move on then?
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Dat one pointed at me an' said somethin'. Did they say somethin' 'bout me? Whut'd dey say, whut'd dey say?
B-Bop steps up to the offending hologram and attempts to wiggle his fingers within its light form.
Ya want some'a dis? Ya want some'a dis, eight-bit? Yer momma was a crappy Dell graphics card dat would sprock fer a megabyte'a ram!
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<Oh, plant man got mad! You're gonna have to speak up, photolithotroph, I can't hear you all the way at the bottom of the food chain! Booyah!> the hologram cups a hand by his ear, then raises a fist to one of the others in triumph, but the other leaves him hanging.
<We never know what you're talking about, Marl> another says.
A third speaks in a language only L can understand.
<I never know what any of you are talking about. You debase yourself before our posterity.>
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Now, I have to say you'd think a computer based program would be able to come up with better insults than this garbage. I've heard better from children. Your material is just terrible and out of date. Perhaps you're all a few centuries due of an update. Your software seems to be lacking some much needed intelligence.
Now, if you can all cooperate, I'd like to know what it is that you are doing. One of you is dancing. What is the dance? One of you is tuning what looks to be an instrument, what is it perhaps and what are you playing? Music and dance are a big part of my culture and I'd like to know a bit about yours... unless you want to continue acting like yesterday's old jokes that lost their humor ages ago.
Moving closer to the one that is different.
”Sulky, but at least not insulting. You might actually have useful knowledge and be willing to share it, please?”
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Even separated by numerous lightyears, language differences, and the passing of time, B-Bop can recognize the besmirching of an unrequited fist bump. He quickly takes out his personal comm device to snap a quick digital photo of the alien's face while he smirks back at the hologram. He makes a mental note to include this cultural revelation in the university report he is compiling.
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<They call this the Gauntlet. They think the abuse is some kind of spiritual trial-by-fire. Those that make it through without breaking earn the right to visit the shrine down the hall.>
<I think they think they receive wisdom here.> it says sadly, looking at its brethren.
<Oh, great, another furry one. You think the water balloon keeps them as pets?>
One of them shakes its head.
<Who would voluntarily spend time with anything that smelly or ugly? Must be a sort of domesticated livestock.>
<My god that fish must be a king.> another says quietly. <The big one would feed him for years on its own.>
The others stare angrily at this one, until he looks down, abashed.
<Yeah, a, uh, big stupid fish king. Hey fish king, have you been to the temple of Sugond?>
Turning to face the one referring to L as Fish King
”Ah, the comedian tries again. Poor thing. Good thing a fish can usually sense the hook before getting snagged.”
Back to sulky projection.
”As travelers, we are out in this universe seeking knowledge. Tzayl suggested this place would be a way to learn of the history of the Kish. Are you saying there is no knowledge to be had if we run through this so called Gauntlet?”
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He looks crestfallen.
<Heh. More like sugond deez-->
<He didn't fall for it, man.> The one called Marl says contemptuously.
The comedian kicks a holographic easel and walks away.
Sulky makes a noncommital gesture.
<Hell, I don't know. I'm not even real. Maybe? They've forgotten most of what we used to know, so if there's records here, I doubt the Kish could figure out how to read them.>
”I guess it’s a good thing we’re not Kish then.”
Turning to Tiktik.
Perhaps don’t turn this one off, but maybe try to make a copy of it. See if there is some data to be collected once the file corruption is cleaned up?”
The young ysoki was growing slightly bored by not being able to follow the conversation around him, but as L called out to him he perked right up. "Sure thing!"
Moments later an even better idea popped into Tiktik's head. He pulls out the datapad that he saved the limited AI he modified for Boney. He works furiously to rig up an adapter so he can upload him into the system for one of the emitters.
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"Well, shuckamuck, buckaroos!" Boney appears at a nearby projector, thoroughly confusing the others.
"Now where in tarnation am I?" The skeleton asks.
<Vrykolaka! The walking dead!"> the Comedian shouts. He rushes back to the easel and lifts it, holding towards Boney like a lion-tamers chair.
The others seem highly agitated, and begin running around the room, speaking in difficult to parse hysterics, even for L.
"Well, now, don't be like that, folks! Ol' Boney's just here to teach about how to navigate the , I never meant you folks no harm, no sir!"
Sulky watches this with only a semi-interested detachment.
<Oh, another hologram. How fascinating. I see you must be a race who has attained much. Perhaps not so much as the Kishaleen, but no matter.>
Tiktik sits and watches in wide-eyed amazement as his dreams come true.
Should we really be messing with these holograms. Should probably put them back how they were and ignore them and continue on.