Domain Game Quest

[Celadon's Penultimate]

>THE GAME

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"The game? WHAT'S TO KNOW! It's a war, we fight to the death so that the more worthy side inherits the prize. It was all going so well, too, until the blues mass defected to our side. Personally, I think it defeats the purpose. Why even INCLUDE a mechanic lie that? It makes no sense. Personally, I don't even see why teams are at thing. Why not just have a free for all and get it over with, right?"

Word Get: Prize
Spawns a treasure chest.

>JESSICA
>JESSICA'S REASON
>RED TEAM
>BLUE TEAM
>DEFECTIONS
>PRIZE
>SOMETHING ELSE?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

>DEFECTIONS

Then use

>PRIZE (when conversation is over)

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

>DEFECTIONS

She scowls when you mention the defectors.

"They ruined everything. I was all set and ready for a drawn out conflict, full of adventure, heroic tales, maybe even a bit of romance. Then, suddenly, without my permission, like a thousand new people join red overnight. Blue team is mostly gone, and now I spend my days doing jack but waiting for it all to end. That's why I came down here myself, kill you, end the game, happy victory with all those losers. But now, things are different. I certainly hope you don't disappoint me.

>PRIZE
"Well, no one knows what it is. Just that the angel told us there was a prize for the winning team. I don't know what the hell, but the thought of sharing it with a bunch of traitors and wimps is something I just can't abide. You get it? Besides, the way things were going I wouldn't have felt like I earned it.

Word Get: Adventure
Gives user intuitive knowledge of one base or dungeon.

>JESSICA
>JESSICA'S REASON
>RED TEAM
>BLUE TEAM
>SOMETHING ELSE

[Celadon's Penultimate]

>JESSICA'S REASON

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

>JESSICA'S REASON

"What do you mean 'how many will you kill'" you ask.

She shakes her head. "Look, I don't want to split the prize. Other people are worthless, unimportant douchbags. None of them deserve to have whatever the prize is. Besides, the way people are, we're just going to fight over it anyway once we win. I thought that the war would take out most of the competition, but then the defection came along and gave me like 100+ headhunters to deal with once this is all over. See, I don't expect you to win the game (You're up against me, after all), but I do want you to clear out as many people as possible from my side before I curbstomp the lot of you. Seperate the wheat from the chaff, you know? That's why I'm letting you live now. Besides, it's going to be more dramatic in the long run this way, don't you think?"

There is something wrong with this girl.

>JESSICA
>RED TEAM
>BLUE TEAM
>SOMETHING ELSE?

[Philote]

>JOIN US

Join us and you can have the fight of your life and earn the prize proper. We will even give you an honorable duel at the end when the blue team wins.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

She actually looks taken aback by your words. For the first time since you've seen her, she's off balance. She regains her composure in a moment.

"Wow, forward aren't you. Huh, sorry, but I don't really feel like joining worst team."

The boy, the new one, speaks up at this. "Worst team?" he asks, inquisitively.

"Blue team" Jessica replies smugly. "I know you guys have to be worst team, because I'm on best team."

"And it's best because...?" he asks.

"Because the game put me on it." She says this completely egotistical thing with no shame whatsoever. But then she puts her hand up to her chin. "Ya know, now that I thin about it, there are a whole lot of worst team members who joined best team. So, when you think about, maybe the shear bulk cancels out my supreme awesomeness." She turns around, seemingly deep in thought. "So really it's like, worst team vs. mediocre team when you do the math."

She sits down on a rock, hand on her chin, in a classic "thinker pose." "It would certainly make the wait shorter than just letting you guys build up. And I was planning on killing you all anyway. And I would get to shove my boot up Clarissa's ass that much sooner!"

She stands suddenly.

"Yeah, yeah! I'm liking this idea the more I think about it. Why have I never thought of it before? Oh right, cause I'm pretty much kill on sight to those two. Oh well, they aren't the majority anymore, are they."

She turns back to face you, and sticks out her hand.

"Alright, I'm willing to join New Best Team. Put her there."

SHAKE?

[Philote]

>SHAKE

No point to not trust her for the moment with how different our power levels are, if something goes wrong we will just have to do some quick thinking.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You clasp her hand, and the touch triggers a reaction. It begins to spread up her sleeve from her globe, the fabric changing changing from a burning red to a deep cerulean. In a minute, the only bit of her that isn't blue is her face. She grins at you.

"Welcome to New best Team. Point me at-"

A ear splitting roar cracks the moment, forcing even your newest teammate to grasp her head in pain. The door splinters open, and the dust settles to reveal Jessica's minion, the orbs no longer glowing red but black. She looks up at the towering metal behemoth standing before you. It might just be your imagination, but it looks even sharper than before.

"Oh, doi." she says, slapping herself playfully. "Creeps turn feral when their template is killed or defects. Whoopsie."

It steps forward and raises it spear, now crackling with anti-light.

STRIFE!

Arthur, Scholar of Words
Peter, Ace of Zeal
Marco, Architect
Jessica, Heir of Power

-Vs.-

"Gulp," Master Carnage Creature

[Philote]

>"Jessica, why don't you show off a bit. Must of been awhile since you've had a chance to have some fun."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You say this, and she grins wide and reaches out with hands of sparking blue. She catches the spear with grunt, taking only two steps back before coming to a stop, the energy flowing from her sparking ans clashing with the black energy  slicing along the trident.It's almost even until she ducks to the side, tossing the prongs into the ground at her side. She raises up both hands and creates an orb of sizzling blue power that she hurls at the monster. The force of it sends the monster flying back, it's metal form falling down and leaving deep furrows in the ground from it's skid.

"Lets see" she says, talking to her old pet. "Me at half orb level vs. lord knows how many I shoved into you, Plus the power boost you get from going maverick. We should be about even Gulp, but only because you're based on me in the first place."

It's headdress falls to the ground as it pulls itself back up with a hiss. She does the same thing, forming anther orb and tossing it. It strikes forward with it's trident, into the orbs heart. It explodes, the energy washing over everyone like the waves of the ocean. Over the sound however, comes a voice.

"Cherry Bombardi."

Jessica released hundreds of little blasts, which impacted the gleaming monster like rain. It lowered it's arms around it's chest gem and waited. Some of the smaller blast reflected off the beasts skin, digging pockmarks into the walls and ground of the valley and grazing your cheek.

Finally, Jessica let up. The best began to unfurl itself, but she payed it no mind instead looking down at her hand as tiny blue sparks shot from it. She sighed. "Damn, I'm going to have to rename all of my attacks." She says this as if it's the single biggest inconvenience she faces right at this moment. You can hear it, in the words and how she says them.

It's as if she doesn't even entertain the thought that she could fail.

>COMMAND?

[Philote]

>Compliment Jessica
>Loot Gulp?
>Return to the meetup spot

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

(Monster isn't dead, just defending. Sorry if that wasn't clear.)

[Philote]

(Oops, I just read it wrong, I thought that it said it exploded, not the orb)

>Everyone but Jessica take cover
>Assess available skills of our comrades
>Use Power Word: Prize if safe to do so

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You gesture to Peter, the new boy, and the monk to follow you and run for the hole. You all regroup once inside, and you ask what the others are capable of.

"I'm not even supposed to be out here. That's what the girl told me, I'm not meant for this." the newbie says, nearly hysterical. "I'm an Architect, I'm not made for fighting."

A quick check on the class from the wrist computer tells you all you need to know about an Architect. It's apparently a class that gets no domain. Architects are instead meant to upgrade, modify, and maintain a base using orbs. They are also the only class capable of truly capturing a base and converting it to you're own.

Peter, meanwhile, is getting antsy just squatting in the hole with the sounds of battle screaming in from outside. Explosions, breaking rock, roars, and taunts all testify to the intensity of the fighting.

"I can't stand this! Sitting in here letting her take that thing by herself. It's not right. It's cowardly" A particularly big smash solidifies his bravery. "That's it, I'm going out there. I'm gonna Ace that thing in the Hole!"

You remind Peter of what happened to his hands when punching something that wasn't made of metal, but he's adamant about going out. You manage to delay him for just a moment though, to speak a word.

"Prize!"

It's barely off your lips when the world reshapes to bring a chest before you, as though it had always been in this tunnel. You open it up and pull out one of the shining orbs. Peter eyes it hungrily, before you all hear a close *Smack,* like the sound of meat hitting a wall. You all turn to the entrance of the tunnel just in time to see something human shaped fall across the entrance before vanishing from sight.

>COMMAND?

[Philote]

>Give Peter Orb and Command of Monk
>Let Peter go to assist Jessica, but only at our Command, we need an effective strike not a blind rush.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

>Seconded

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

You toss the orb to Peter.

"Yeah!" he whoops, smashing it. The energy of the orb circle around his bare hands, before condensing into a pair of light blue boxing gloves. He give a few practice jabs, before turning to the creep,

"You with me brother?"

It just stares at him, silently.

"Hell yeah! Let's go."

He crouch walks to the entrance of the hole, and leaps out. The Creep follows him. The new boy pipes up at this point, hiding behind the empty chest. "I'll just wait this all out, if you don't mind."

You nod to him and advance to the front of the hole to observe. Jessica is sitting right under it. Well, it's not so much as a sit as it is a lounge. Responding to your look, she shrugs. "He tagged in. Was really insistent on letting me 'catch my breath.' Look at him go."

You look. Watching Peter fight is certainly something. He moves in close and stays there, relying on his ability to doges and weave around blows to stay alive. At one point he leaps up and lands a solid uppercut on the chest jewel, cracking it.  He lets out an excited laugh as gulp swings the spear round, knocking him off his feet. It raises the spear to puncture him before the monk leaps on the arm and begins wailing on it. It looks down at the blue creep, and that's when Jessica raises her hand, quick as lightning, and fires a concentrated beam right into the cracked orb, shattering it into a million fragments and causing the beast to flinch back onto the ground.

"2 more." she says, getting up and cracking her knuckle.

>COMMAND?

[Philote]

>Moral Support  (Let's save some Words of Power if we are able)
>Peter, Jessica, and Monk focus fire a specific orb
>Recall Monk if he gets too damaged, we don't want to lose our last Creep