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"Anevia you're injured. Don't force it." Bethune calls down almost with the tone of a scolding mother. He ties off the rope that Lucifer tosses up and gives the nod to Lucifer. " Send up Horgus first, then we'll tie off Anevia and Aravashinal respectively"
Sorry for the delay folks, had a lazy couple of days to be honest but I'll get a post up in character tomorrow! Thanks. ☺️
"I'll go with you." Bethune offers, taking his own rope from his pack and slinging it over his shoulder as he approached the hill. Taking a few seconds, his eyes darted around the various natural and crazy-dwarf-made handholds and he began to see the ladder pattern.
Now that Bethune sees the Dwarf has subsided into non-threatening behavior, He closes the distance and joins the forward scouts. "Mongrel men?" He mutters, looking for some sort of reference to the term in his "memories"
I'm not sure where to go with evolutions for Bethune I think I'm going to take Skilled for Heal, to give him a crazy bonus, but that seems pretty circumstantial. Then again, I've never been one to optimize, and it suits him, so that's likely what I'll go with!
Bethune's eyes dart up ahead as he struggles to make out the form of the two hostile creatures swooping down upon the scouting party. He spots Sarasanna absorb a blow and senses he may be needed. Edging forward with his loaded crossbow he steadies his aim on the creature still up
Steadily, he squeezes the trigger and sends the aforementioned bolt flying.
Bethune 'woke' from his state of inactivity and rose to his feet swiftly. After a quick stretch to shake the rigor of rest from his extremities, the android went about busying himself with double-checking his equipment for any oddities or discrepancies that might have occurred since he was last active. Seemingly satisfied with the inspection of his equipment, he followed it up with a similar inspection of his wards, exchanging niceties with each along the way. " How was your rest?" ... "Good Morning!" ... "How are you feeling?"... He went on. Once the group was up and ready to move, Bethune shouldered his pack and cradled his heavy crossbow in his arms." Be safe up there." He addressed the forward scouts Sarasanna and Dakkar, taking a few seperate moments to place a hand on each of their shoulders and look them in the eye, respectively. As they prepared their mobilization, Bethune did his best to remain observant.
Thanks for the warm welcome back folks, I appreciate it! How much time has elapsed with us exploring the subterranean expanse we find ourselves in? I ask since everyone seems ready to have a rest
Just posting as a little weekend bump and also as a reminder to LM about those racial feats and alternate abilities(since you asked for a reminder) ☺️ I hope everyone's having a good Saturday!
Bethune picks up on the clashing feelings in the cavern several-hundreds? feet below the surface. It was true that the most efficient route would be to continue to look for their way out. However, there were injured and feeble bystanders in their care, Bethune knew that their strength would be as finite as the groups supplies, if not more-so. " We'll have a short rest at least, and we'll make a decision once the group has caught their breath." He declares calmly, a knowing smile present above his square jaw as he walked to the middle of the group with arms and palms open. " In the meantime, I'd like to see how everyone is doing.."
Alright, life has been giving me the boot as of late and i was having a hard time dedicating the time to post, but since LM and a few of the others are willing to have me, I'd like to keep Bethune along for the ride. That being said, I've got a bit of catching up to do, And I'll do my best to get the ball rolling from Bethune tonight. Thanks for having me folks.
"Indeed, I've never seen any medical evidence of the existence of a soul. But perhaps there is no need for such a metaphysical concept to have a physical counterpart..." The words roll out of his tongue in a similarly flat tone as his companions as he aids Sarasanna in seeking a way forward. " But I certainly feel I am me and you are you, Perhaps soul is a synonym of conciousness."
Bethune seems almost to be in another place, daydreaming if he has the capability, as they make their way into the small stone room. All of his 'memories' up to this point had found himself in hospitals, wards, and white rooms. All of these were intense settings, but he had little to nothing to compare with what he was experiencing now. He spots the undead dwarf after Lucifer and many of the others are already in motion encircling it. He pulls his crossbow up to shoulder height and steadies his aim.
Bethune trudges forward through the temple with clenched teeth. The thought of Gods and Deities brought about an odd reaction in the android. He knew that these entities had directly influenced Golarion but still he felt no connection to the distant concepts. He keeps a bolt notched in his heavy crossbow that he carries at the ready on Lucifer's flank. He keeps his eyes ahead as he looks for any potential traps.
Spoiler:
Bethune returns to the group just in time to hear Sarasanna's recounting of the temple that was to the north. He turned his head to the side and seemed especially troubled at the mention of the sounding of wings.
As Bethune and the rest of the scouts come for the first time to the new cavern he observes the passages to the north and south and looks between the two several times. "Hmmm." the droid strokes his chin. "50/50 probability of choosing the 'correct' path..suggestion: method of trial and error." Bethune skirts along the wall as quietly as possible towards the southernmost passage, which he chooses to investigate first.
A puzzled look comes over Bethune's face as Archie's words are delivered through the com. The last part seemed irrational. This creature could be in pain, and Bethune felt a pull to eliminate suffering. Still, even if it might have been injured, it could possibly pose a threat to the group. Bethune looks solemn as he brings his crossbow up and looks down the bolt-hurler to steady his aim on the serpent.
He locked eyes with the animal and perhaps against all logic, hesitated at the last moment as his shot went awry.
Sorry for the lack of formatting in that post, posting from a tablet at work and formatting is a super pain on touch screens, I do solemnly swear not to make a habit of it, thank you.
Bethune moves swiftly beside Sarasanna, glancing over his shoulder occasionally to check in on Akkramar who was providing rear support to the two forward scouts. His abilities to identify arcane objects was proving useful very early on. "Tell me more about your brother."Bethune suggests of Sarasanna as they make their way west. -grayfang communication-"we've discovered a small and unstable chamber, it looks like ther has been significant caving in here from the attack. There is a serpentine lifeform who appears hostile. Requesting assistance from those with wildlife expertise"-grayfang communication-
"Peculiar." The doctor notes simply as he and Sarasanna come 'full circle'. "Your back is safe with me." He states, a clumsy jumble of his linguistic processor's predisposition for niceties. At least no organics were around to notice and Bethune seemed to carry on none the wiser.
the rolls aren't being too kind to ol Bethune
Bethune follows close behind Lucifer after he offers his expertise on the state of the remains.
He then branches off and moves up to assist Sarasanna.
Bethune edges towards what appears to be a tangled mess of remains. His eyes dart rapidly over the scene as he attempts to analyze the visual data. " Care if I take another look?" He offers quietly as he pokes and prods at the remains with his gloved digits.
Resounds Bethune's fuzzy communication over the communicators. Bethune puts away his kit, securing it to an available strap on his pack. He stands to his full height and brings his crossbow to bear. After a quick check of his ammunition he loads what appears to be a normal bolt into the crossbow's mechanism in preparation for any "surprises" "Sarasanna and I will scout ahead, thirty feet infront. The rest of you make certain that the wounded and frail are encircled. Keep your orbs peeled, no chatter, and let us proceed. " He speaks in a calming tone, and nods to Sarasanna as he begins to head towards the passage they had decided upon. He clenches his cold-iron dagger between his teeth and slows down to a crouch walk with his crossbow at the ready.
Thank you sir!
Twas weird, wild and wonderful. Everything I expected, haha. I'm a bit tired however, but recovery will come sooner than later.
Bethune relays the information about his capabilities over the comm while keeping his main focus on bandaging the exposed eye-sockets of the wounded elf.
Just getting back and catching up on what I missed, I'll process all of that and get a post up tonight or in the morning. Hope everyone's had a wonderful weekend!
by the way, sorry for short notice, but I'll be at at a music festival camping from tomorrow afternoon till Sunday afternoon. I will most likely not be able to make any posts, but I'll make a swift recovery sunday night and have something up in response to what I've missed. Thanks, sorry again to spring it on you only a day in advance.
Thanks for the link, it's a really cool effect and that makes it easy.
Bethune stalled. He recognized that the man's injuries were dire but he had no concept of his value in aiding the group. He kew that the supplies of his medicine kit were finite, and that once it was depleted his job would become a lot harder. Still, he tried to see the value in this damaged life and reminded himself of the difference between the demons who caused this, and the elf in front of him that was suffering. His statement carries over the communicater as he gets to work. "You're doing good Aravashnial, just a few moments..."
Bethune's optical receptors were busy with taking in the sights and sounds of the celebration and never expected the chaotic turn of events that ensued. He does his best to stay close to his companions as the ground crumbles and splits apart beneath him. He catches the eyes of the great silver dragon, and sense the use of it's dying magic to save him. It seemed to Bethune that the dragon had a similar directive as himself. The strong influence of magic made the landing bearably soft. His eyes were cast into darkness and for a moment he wondered if he had ceased to be operative. He stirred to life as he heard the familiar identifications of his fellow androids over the communicator. Dusting himself off, he went through his supplies to make sure nothing was damaged, and re-securing any items loosened by the fall. Bethune had a very specific purpose; a purpose that required equally specific tools for him to operate at peak performance. He responds to her inquiry first, before turning towards the sudden light and sudden connection to "Designation: Archie".
He nods to Sarasanna " Lucifer, help her keep an eye on the arachnid, I'll see about damage control." Bethune states, moving to the damaged elf." Please remain calm Aravashnial. You have received dire injuries and I'm afraid you will not see again without the help of substantial magic. I am sorry for your loss, but It's important that I treat your open wounds so that your condition doesn't worsen." As he employed his bedside manners, he analyzed the grievous wounds and began to take the necessary items from his healer's kit. " I'm going to apply some medicine, and then bandages, remain calm Aravashnial, you may feel a slight sting..."
"Neither do I." He admits meekly after a long pause. He could appreciate the logic in Sarasanna's words. It seemed to Bethune that there must be some effect on the abilities of those enthralled in celebration, apart from the obvious inebriation in many of them. Still, while he theorized how this might be true, he could not sympathize with it. "It seems to me there is strength in numbers, perhaps this identifying with a larger entity such as an army or a "crusade" provides this strength in a psychosomatic capacity? He asks himself as much as he does his feminine counterpart. He seemed lost in thought for a good while as he took in the scenery of the plaza." I'm eager to assist meta-humanity." He declares defiantly.
Bethune takes his understanding of the festivities "to heart". He almost feels what organics might describe as a spark, or an epiphany. The advanced android's evolution happened every moment, gradually. He walks close with Sarasanna as they make their way to the plaza." In response to your earlier inquiry as to the purpose of these festivities," Bethune begins. "I've been...'thinking' on it as well." he stumbles over the word, as if he was inclined to use another in it's place but was making an effort to 'act natural'. "Everyone around is celebrating being alive, particularly in the face of what waits for them on the other side of the river: demons. In the thousands, certainly, possibly hundreds of thousands of demons. The odds really are staggering. All of those aforementioned demonic entities have a single directive...a single goal : destroy metahumanity." He pauses, as the 'thought' lingers over Bethune. "Despite this, the people of the city are enjoying the festivities... That it seems, enjoying life and not just surviving life, seems to be their objective." He tilts his head to the side, watching her eat and drink. He recognizes a few subtle likenesses in the way she reacts when consuming these things to the faces in the crowds attending these festivities.
Bethune makes his way down from the wagon last and takes a moment to double check his pack meticulously. Seemingly satisfied the angular faced and dark eyed man nodded to the driver, sensing that the words of the other androids had already left an impression on the driver. He moved swiftly into the thick of the crowd, what appeared to be a satisfied smile on his face. Bethune "remembered" the ebb and flow of this City and to him it felt like coming home. It was only when he had seen that his companions didn't share the same expression that he realized they didn't share the same feeling of warmth that he did, and the android couldn't help but be troubled by that fact. He slowed his pace so that he was close with the rest of his group of new arrivals. He makes no stops at kiosks, eager to arrive at their destination. "Kenabres is alive." he states in a calm and warm voice. His bedside-manner was considered by his creators. He silently agrees with Lucifer's sentiment, and keeps an eye out for any onlookers and assesses the attitude of the crowded humans.
redbeard checking in, thanks for having me. I'm excited to see how the medic goes. See Bethune for all your first aid related needs! So we have a Corbie, a Medic, and a Ranger(Trapper), who's our fourth?
Bethune is coming right along, crunch is done for the most part.I've seen the crunch, and I think that a medic would be very handy, at least for the first few books. The rogue skills will definitely carry through to the end, as I have some nasty locks that need to be picked. Slightly pressed for time, but here's a simple take on his back-story. Comments and criticisms welcome, there is certainly room for expansion. Background: Spoiler:
Bethune was created with the imprinted memory of being saved from the Worldwound by a mysterious worshiper of the Goddess Desna. This act of kindness in his memories has shaped the whole of his personality. Perhaps more so than many of his android peers, Bethune has shown some grasp of emotion and at times seems very empathetic.
He 'remembers' growing up in Kenabres. His father was a elder surgeon(his mother had passed at birth) and a healer was always in high demand. Such high demand that young Bethune found himself elbow deep in blood and bandages by his tenth year, assisting his father in treating the dead and dying. He saw his own father succumb to old age before he had lived two decades. He believes this has left him cold, and he left to wander for awhile when his father passed. His desire to do good soon would bring him back to Kenabres, where he knew his type would be needed. He is torn between his drive to aid others, and the cold disconnect that he has with them. He is sure however that answers lie near the Worldwound.
Thanks!
Bethune is coming right along, crunch is done for the most part.I've seen the crunch, and I think that a medic would be very handy, at least for the first few books. The rogue skills will definitely carry through to the end, as I have some nasty locks that need to be picked. If selected and he survives to the point that the medic role outlives it's usefulness, I can see an organic transition into an Archaeologist Bard happening(or maybe a third party class and or archetype). I'll work on getting together the fluff now
Bethune is coming right along, crunch is done for the most part.
As of yet empty Alias for my field medic. More to come. |
