Minotaur

Dennis Buttercup's page

66 posts. Alias of lynora.


RSS

1 to 50 of 66 << first < prev | 1 | 2 | next > last >>

Well, I don't usually do this...I'm a respectable accountant now....but I just can't resist...

So who wants to bet on how long the WoM will survive the wrath of Jiminy? ;P


Once he got his arm bandaged up, Dennis tried once again to restore some semblance of order to this disaster. Specifically he tried to keep the crowd away from the 'trial' so it didn't turn into a mob.


Tyrrin Denulia wrote:
Dennis Buttercup wrote:

The first arrow hits Dennis in the forearm and the second bounced off one of his horns.

"Ow!" he bellowed. "Bloody hell! That freaking hurts!"

Well, I don't think I'm going to have time for divination right now. Tyrrin thought a little sarcasticly, moving to stand behind the Minotaur, quickly working magic onto the accountant. "Could this be a disgruntled former employee? My initial suspicion of a aspiring Dragonslayer seems to be inaccurate."

Dennis feels a slightl shimmer over his body, and the air around him seems to form into a shield.

Tyrrin has cast Mage Armour and Quickened Shield of Faith on Dennis for a total of +8 AC.

Dennis grunted. "Not exactly a long list of former employees. We need all the hands we can get. I don't know of any who are still local."


Voice of Awesomeness wrote:

Upon seeing the illusion fall, and his target fade away, the sniper picks up a new target, and lets a pair of arrows fly. At Dennis.

1d20+27 Normal attack for 4d6+10

And 1d20+22 for 4d6+10

The first arrow hits Dennis in the forearm and the second bounced off one of his horns.

"Ow!" he bellowed. "Bloody hell! That freaking hurts!"


Tyrrin Denulia wrote:

Tyrrin grimaces, now that the intended target was safely away, she drops the illusion completely. The illusory Jiminy, who had apparently died from the shot, also vanishes. Tyrrin glances at Dennis the minotaur, before closing to stand next to him, casting a lower power protective spell on herself.

Casting Mirror Image 1d4+5, 6 images.

"If you can cover me for a minute or two, I'm going to try to use my Seer powers to divine about our attacker. My powers are more focused under the Stars." she says quietly to Dennis, remaining alert.

Tyrrin's Perception is in no way going to beat David's so I won't bother rolling.

There had been screams of panic when Jiminy was shot and Dennis had been doing his best to get people inside nearby buildings in an orderly fashion.

"Keep moving, no pushing, everyone get under cover," he bellowed, before turning to Tyrrin. He nodded.

"Stay close. I'll do the best I can. To be frank, I'm an accountant not a fighter," the minotaur rumbled.


Tyrrin Denulia wrote:


"Understood. I see him already." she replied over the comm, glancing towards the rapidly approaching figure of Dennis in the distance.

"Prepare yourselves. I am almost exhausted for magical energy for the day, but hopefully the the nanites will work quickly enough that it will not be a concern. Come, gather around." Tyrrin motioned for everyone to gather near to her so that they might depart as soon as Dennis arrived with the delivery.

Dennis arrived and handed over a small container. "She said to put that at the center of the train and hit the button," he panted. "Also to remind you that this only makes the virus non-infectious. You'll still have to contain the infected so they don't hurt anyone before the virus controlling them dies out."


The figure of a fast-moving minotaur can be seen in the distance.


Wyrd the Elemental wrote:
Dennis Buttercup wrote:

"If you want to come with me, it'll be a lot easier talking inside. It'll be chaos out here pretty much for the rest of the day," Dennis said to Wyrd.

Presuming Wyrd agrees to follow he leads the way into the large warehouse past several security checkpoints to where they stored the mechs.

"So this is what we're building here," he said waving towards the enormous robots.

Reminder that in game terms the mechs are size gargantuan.

At the moment Wyrd is the size of a large human.

Wyrd nods and follows the minotaur. Upon seeing the mechs, he nods again, "How will these save us from this Empire, and what do you want me to do?"

"They're small enough to be piloted by one person provided they have enough chi too withstand the interface for long periods of time. They're maneuverable and can function in space and in atmosphere just as easily. And they're each outfitted with state of the art weapons designed by Professor Sunwake. So with these we can pack as big of a punch as a warship. It might not be enough to save us from the Empire, but it beats sitting around doing nothing. I'd rather at least try to fight back."

"As for what we need you to do...these two are prototypes. We need to build more of these. But at the same time we can't really afford to take resources away from the shuttle assemblies. Your unique skills would help us to make more ships without taking as many resources from other areas."


"If you want to come with me, it'll be a lot easier talking inside. It'll be chaos out here pretty much for the rest of the day," Dennis said to Wyrd.

Presuming Wyrd agrees to follow he leads the way into the large warehouse past several security checkpoints to where they stored the mechs.

"So this is what we're building here," he said waving towards the enormous robots.

Reminder that in game terms the mechs are size gargantuan.


Dennis shrugged. "Come on, then, let's get these folks to the infirmary....do we have everyone? How many of you lot were there to begin with?"


"Less talking about what to do. More closing the portal. Then we can get all of the wounded back to Avalon to be treated. Or resurrected," he sighed.

"I'd help, but I'm an accountant, not a spellcaster."


"Are any of them still alive? And are you in need of a healer?"

"I'm Dennis. I work at the factory in town, but I used to be a student at the school these kids come from. From the looks of it another bunch of idiots like last year," he said sadly.


"Ah, professor, I think the worst of it is over. The blade barrier just went down and the demon thing just fell back into some kind of portal. I think the rest of your team is coming back out of the portal now. I'm gonna go talk to this guy who's bleeding all over, make sure he's okay. And see if we have any other casualties."

He picked up the remains so the body wouldn't be left lying in the street and walked inside the warehouse.


Dennis arrived at the warehouse and sized up the situation.

"Professor? I see a bunch of spinning blades, some guy standing in a pool of blood fighting a thing with lots of arms...some kind of demon. There's some kids cowering in the corner it looks like, but they can't get out...and there's a dead kid in the street," he added sadly.

Someone had to notice what happened to Bobby.


Voice of Awesomeness wrote:

Meanwhile, over in the charred remains of the alchemist shop, Dennis is handling the remains of the fire quite nicely. Fei had taken care of most of it, but as they were chemically altered flames, every so often a small section would reignite.

Once he is finally sure the fires are all out once and for all, the minotaur surveys the damage. It was close to total, sadly. He looks around for anything he knew would be worth saving, but finds very little. Just as he's about to give up however, he spots something lying under a pile of ash. Picking it and dusting it off reveals it to be a crude, yet mostly intact video camera. Certainly not up to Avalon's standards, but it might show the arsonist.

Dennis pocketed the camera and switched on the wrist comm unit he usually used for contacting Jiminy. Well, since Jiminy was currently piloting a shuttle to help with the evacuation of the sun that did no good. He switched the frequency.

"Professor Sunwake?"

"Yes, Dennis, what is it? Can you get to the warehouse where the demon activity was at? My drone just got fried by some EM activity....Vai, no doubt."

"Uh, sure, I think I have this lab fire out for good now. I found a camera. It's crude and damaged, but it might give some insight into who set the fire."

"Okay, I'll see what I can do once the other situation is resolved."

"Got it. I'll let you know what I find as soon as I get there."


Dennis charged through the streets of Kuros, running as fast as a minotaur can...apparently all that practice chasing Jiminy over the past couple of years had really paid off. When he finally got to the laboratory he uncorked the bottle of sand he was carrying, letting the sand spray out and smother any remaining fire that Fei had not managed to extinguish.

"I...*pant pant*....got....*pant pant*.....this."

Of all the days for Jiminy to be off-site, he thought to himself.

I figure by the time he gets there, there's not much more to deal with than embers, and whether Fei gets to the other scene in time is questionable, but at least he doesn't have to worry about this fire reigniting.:)


GM Spugly Fuglet wrote:

Could we have "Pancakes or french toast" talk under [spoiler='s

its like over hearing an old couple down the Walmart, "What do you think dear Pancakes or french toast" really! are you guys Roll playing "Normals" in a Fantasy / FS world?, what the heck next your kids runs off to be an accounted??

As for Spugs being back, still thinking about it, time and tide etc
now going to wast my life on "Pancakes or french toast" roll play guys

*that was kind of Joke, but meant"

What's wrong with being an accountant???! :P

Spugs, I certainly meant what I said about you being welcome to stay. And if you want more action for Johnny, that's a request that can certainly be accommodated. The weekend provides an excellent opportunity for Johnny to run into the person who will kick off the storyline that we had planned at the beginning. But I really don't appreciate this passive aggressive thing. There are different play styles going on and different things that make different players happy. If that's what makes them happy there's no reason you can't skim over them. There doesn't need to be a lot of drama because you dislike someone else's style.


Wearer of Masks wrote:


I walked through the front door as it happens, and I obtained his name through other people, we made a deal and he mentioned you, do I thought I should come talk to you."the man says easily

Dennis spoke into a device on his wrist that somewhat resembled a watch. "Jiminy, I need to speak with you immediately."


Wearer of Masks wrote:
[QUOTE="Dennis"
Quote:

Dennis doesn't spend a lot of time on the floor. It seems that most of his work is in the office.

He does come out to discuss the shipment schedule with someone at great length though.

"are you James's friend Dennis by any chance?" A will dressed man asks before Dennis goes back to his office after talking to the shipment personnel

"What I want to know is how you got into this factory, and if you did why you would be addressing me in that manner," Dennis said suspiciously. "Only his family call him James, and I know all of them."


Wearer of Masks wrote:
narrator wrote:
Wearer of Masks wrote:

I stand corrected....

After hearing James speak the name of a student the wearer goes looking for him.... who its this, James? What does he do? Who does he know?

looking for the minotaur that is the bookie

Edit: doing so disguised as student

Dennis graduated at the same time as James. He works for James at the factories now. This information would be easy to find.

To the factory!

Disguised as worker...

Dennis doesn't spend a lot of time on the floor. It seems that most of his work is in the office.

He does come out to discuss the shipment schedule with someone at great length though.


Reed Plainsong wrote:
they should have avatar pictures of minotaurs.

No kidding. But this is the best they've got.


Island

"Okay, we have to decide who gets to be a general. So. Artorius. Any suggestions? I mean, this is how your people do things, so you know how this is supposed to work, right?"


Island

Dennis shrugged. "Okay by me. Everyone in favor of having a small group of generals in charge who solve disagreements with personal duels, raise your hand."


DM DarknLight wrote:

Island

"The people who lead the troops are the higher ranking government authority. Generals to my people are the leaders of the troops as well as the highest government authority." Artorius says.

"So...what do you do when two generals disagree?" Dennis asked, curious.


DM DarknLight wrote:
Tyrrin Denulia wrote:


Island

Tyrrin scowled, but moved to the left. "I do not believe a council is a wise choice." she intoned. She did not raise her voice, but it seemed to carry anyway. "There is a reason why armies have one general: One vision, one person able to take decisive action, no bickering."

Artorius raises an eyebrow as Tyrrin speaks before laughing at what she said. He than says to Dennis "Your Generals answer to someone? How odd".

Dennis shrugged. "Well, there's a lot of different forms of government on Agartha, but not a lot of military states. Generals usually answer to a monarch or a tribal council or something. We may have a difference in language here. What would you call someone who leads troops but still answers to a higher ranking government authority?"


Tyrrin Denulia wrote:
Dennis Buttercup wrote:

Island

Dennis climbed up on a rock and shouted.

"Okay, show's over. Now, are we gonna try and win this thing or not? I think we should have a council to run things instead of just one person. All in favor...yeah, that's what I thought. Everybody who doesn't want to be on the council head over to the right. Anyone who does want to be on the council go to the left."

"And try not to trample each other while trying to avoid responsibility," he muttered noticing the sudden rush of people towards the right side.

Island

Tyrrin scowled, but moved to the right. "I do not believe a council is a wise choice." she intoned. She did not raise her voice, but it seemed to carry anyway. "There is a reason why armies have one general: One vision, one person able to take decisive action, no bickering."

"But generals answer to someone too, missy. And the council is responsible for more than just the army. But I expect your knowledge of politics is as yet limited," Dennis said with a smile, knowing full well she was the sort to get all in a huff about things.


Island

Dennis climbed up on a rock and shouted.

"Okay, show's over. Now, are we gonna try and win this thing or not? I think we should have a council to run things instead of just one person. All in favor...yeah, that's what I thought. Everybody who doesn't want to be on the council head over to the right. Anyone who does want to be on the council go to the left."

"And try not to trample each other while trying to avoid responsibility," he muttered noticing the sudden rush of people towards the right side.


Island

Dennis chuckled. "Kinda hard to be freaked out while watching the tiefling girl get all excited, huh? So how about we all move on to the next order of business now. We still have a contest to win, you know."


"Back at you...unless of course you'd be willing to defect...or I would," he said with a wink.


Dennis laughed. "That's what you think, short stuff. Someday. When you find you have something you want to protect. You'll shock yourself with how responsible you can be."


"Yeah, I think you can. You're just the kind of trouble I like, short stuff," Dennis says with a wink. "You're no Jiminy Sunwake, mind, but you'll do."


Anthony Dacamara wrote:
Dennis Buttercup wrote:
Dennis snorted. "Kid, I'm outta here at the end of this term. Jiminy Sunwake has a great job waiting for me as chief financial officer of the factories he's building. You're not gonna knock me off my pedastal before the term is even over."
"If I didn't know better, I'd think that was a bet. But you don't make bets if you already know the outcome, right?"

"Exactly. You're a bright kid. And personable. Chet...he's a genius with numbers but crap with people. He needs someone else to run the show. I figure you're the guy. And I won't be far if you need advice....but no getting cocky and thinking you've got it all figured out before you do. You only know a small fraction of what really goes on in this place, short stuff. You still got lots to learn."


Dennis snorted. "Kid, I'm outta here at the end of this term. Jiminy Sunwake has a great job waiting for me as chief financial officer of the factories he's building. You're not gonna knock me off my pedastal before the term is even over."


"Cause at least one of the students with the surprise mentioned told me about it at some point. In confidence. And you're not gonna tell folks that I know because you want me to teach you so you can take over the betting business after I graduate," Dennis said, chuckling. "Ah, don't feel bad. You can help Chet with the books if you want since you don't know anything either."


Dennis grinned. "I already know, short stuff. And no, I'm not gonna tell you. You can find out during the game, just like everyone else. Not that I'm worried about you. You'll be cool about it. Unlike some of these other yahoos."

"And sadly I can't take bets on something I already know. It isn't ethical. So I've got Chet doing it instead. With strict orders not to tell me anything about the odds or who's bet what."


Ten to one odds on Bradley.


Razule Yrrum wrote:
narrator wrote:

...not helping.

And this is why we have so much trouble recruiting new teachers, folks. ;D

I was so sure it was the death and dismemberment rates of the school too! Guess I owe Keaton that 20 gold now...

Let me know when you get around to paying that so I can mark it out of the book. ;)


Dennis has established himself in his usual corner of the cafeteria, with a steady stream of customers placing bets on the talent show.


I AM NOT A NO-NAME! I have a very successful oddsmaking enterprise which is not altogether allowable within the school rules, yet not altogether against them either. My goblin associate can explain the details to you if you happen to speak accountant. ;P


The mood in the cafeteria at breakfast is mostly subdued. Dennis looked around.

"Anyone seen Jiminy or Fieri since last night? For that matter the only Sunwake I see in here is the PE teacher...although she doesn't seem upset or anything. So they're probably alright....but it annoys me mightily when they go rushing off into danger without us," he grumbled.


Dennis sat in the cafeteria with Chet waiting for breakfast to be finished while they went over the day's accounts.


Michael Dacamara wrote:

Sliding farther down into his seat, Michael smiles weakly. He was slightly uncomfortable with all the sudden attention.

"Its nothing.. really. Its just, well, she did just say that they wanted a name no one else was using... and no one else is using their names."

Deciding to Goolge "fain" to see if it was a real word. First result has the definition: prepared to take risks. Going to have to use that one more often.

"Well, I'm glad you thought of it," the minotaur said, chuckling. "At least now I don't have to spend another evening listening to the painful process of my brother trying to think up band names. Thinking isn't Pan's strong suit."


Taron Sunwake wrote:
Dennis Buttercup wrote:
"Oh, so you two finally decided to grace us with your presence again?" he said, teasing as (a much less disheveled) Jiminy and Fieri walked into the cafeteria.

"Don't ruffle anymore feathers than Jiminy already has, Dennis." Taron says as he sits down. "Unless you are really wanting to egg him on to prank you."

"In completely unrelated news, I've got some people to introduce. This is LK and this is Arielle."

"Nah. I still owed him from that last prank he pulled and he knows it."

"Hey, LK and Arielle. I'm Dennis. These disreputable folks are my friends Jiminy and Fieri. Jiminy is Taron's brother. That probably explains everything you need to know about him," he said with a wink.


"Oh, so you two finally decided to grace us with your presence again?" he said, teasing as (a much less disheveled) Jiminy and Fieri walked into the cafeteria.


1 person marked this as a favorite.
Krays wrote:
Crikey I saw this coming. :P

It was only beyond obvious. I mean it's really understandable how someone could have missed it. ;P


Taron Sunwake wrote:
"Okay, Dennis, what's wrong with Jiminy?" Dennis hears from behind him. "Enough emotions are surging from him through our link that I'm starting to wonder about taking another trip."

"Well, let's see. He punched a locker in, yelled at Fieri to leave him alone, and is currently demolishing the gym a piece at a time. What do you think is wrong with Jiminy?" Dennis said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not sure if you interfered in the hopes of setting this off, or you just didn't see it. But right now you're probably the only person who can talk to him without ending up in the infirmary."


Deciding that discretion was the better part of valor, Dennis retreated and went looking for reinforcements.

"Hey, you guys seen Taron around anywhere?"


Dennis finally caught up with Jiminy in the gym where Jiminy was demolishing practice dummies left and right in an attempt to get his emotions under control.

"I'm pretty sure that's not gonna help."


Dennis sighed.

"Why don't you let me go talk to him, okay?"


"Is everything okay?" he asked, walking up to Fieri and putting a hand on her shoulder.

1 to 50 of 66 << first < prev | 1 | 2 | next > last >>