in_nomine-digest Wednesday, October 30 2002 Volume 01 : Number 2839 In this digest: Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) RE: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? IN> Project Silence - Tranquility Base Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) Re: IN> Project Silence - Tranquility Base IN> "toughness" Re: IN> Project Silence - Tranquility Base Re: IN> "toughness" Re: IN> "toughness" Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (pt 3) IN> Nomenclature Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (pt 3) Re: IN> Nomenclature Re: IN> INverse Superior: Marc, Impudite Demon Prince of the Deal Re: IN> Project Silence - Jumpgates Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (pt 3) Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) IN> Song skills Re: IN> Project Silence - Tranquility Base ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 14:51:52 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? At 9:16 PM -0800 10/28/02, Maurice Lane wrote: > >> The fact that Maurice Lane may read this suddenly worries me >>badly. It should, quite possibly, worry you too.) > >Indeed. >http://www.stormloader.com/users/moelane/innomine/stories/Test.htm *much chuckling* Someone else suggested Mage -- funny, I was thinking Nobilis... - --Beth, arcangel@io.com / archangel@sjgames.com In Nomine Line Editor http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 14:59:48 -0500 From: Archangel Beth Subject: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) Timon made a dive for the dropped katana, and parried Red-Head's strike. The pair fenced back and forth, the angel pressing the attack, forcing Timon onto his twice-wounded leg whenever possible. Beside Betharan, Tebah pulled out the special gun they'd requisitioned, loaded it, and handed it to her. "Coat," he muttered. "Clever partner." She adjusted herself, and pointed the thing over the edge. As she aimed, she noticed that Surfer Babe had her axe held high and a faint chanting was rising above the clang of metal on metal from the combatants. *About time,* she muttered to herself, getting a good angle on Timon. She pulled the trigger. Surfer Babe's voice rose to a shriek. Essence screamed into the Symphony. As Betharan tugged Tebah's arm, rising to a crouch to dash for the opposite edge of the warehouse roof they were on, she saw Timon's form flicker and felt a Song snarling out. There was a thunderous silence, with her and Tebah's boots clanging like gongs against the fire escape, and then the Symphony howled like a thousand trumpets sounding a battle cry. She jumped the rest of the way and pelted towards the SUV, pressing the door-unlock button on the keychain. She got to it first, got it started, and... paused, paused for three eternal seconds, paused, while she dreaded seeing a Motion-Song'ed Archangel in front of her or a bloody big axe buried in the engine block or who _knew_ what... Tebah yanked the door open, and she had the SUV moving before he'd pulled his feet in, let alone before he had the door closed and his seatbelt on. They got to the streets, and she drove, drove fast and concentrating, drove like the Windy she no longer was, drove until the site of the battle was far, far behind them and they were surrounded by other cars, surrounded by enough humans that even the Archangel of War would be unlikely to drop in and ask questions of stray demons. *** Driving in a holding pattern was a waste of gas, but Tebah didn't point it out and Betharan wasn't inclined to stop any time soon. She'd seen it coming. It'd been a perfectly logical response for a Servitor of War who could tell she was going to get her surfer-gold butt handed to her in the near future -- all of her buddies having been whipped hard. But it was still blessed scary for a forsworn yo-yo such as herself. Stone, she wouldn't have worried so much -- she knew better than to hit first. The Sword, well, he'd just _kill_ demons. No, War'd probably ask her questions... Only thing worse than him would've been Wind. "I think," she said, breaking out of _that_ train of thought before it could become a full-blown depressive funk, "that someone wants to get rid of us." "Huh!" Tebah agreed, slouched in the passenger seat. If he was still alarmed by their narrow escape, he didn't show it, even to her practiced eye. Then he made a grumbling growl deep in his throat. "Spill it, partner." "Frame-up job." "What, _us_?" She glanced at him in alarm, then back at the road lest they go crunching over the cars in front of them. "Eh. We're not the picture." She finished the thought. "We're the... frame?" "Sumpthin' like." He rummaged in the glove compartment and pulled out the other half of the tracker. "Go north." She did so, frowning. "Heart under observation, not shattered." The pieces tumbled around her in slow motion, glass-edged shards of plotting that cut the air around her until the puzzle was a complete crystal image behind her eyes. "Oh. _Oh._ I see. Martyr. I'd say that's worthy of her, but we figured it out." "Heh." He shrugged in a way that suggested that not all plots could be unflawed onyx gems. "Might be more nuances." "Blessed well better be," she muttered. "You sure we're not supposed to take a dive, too?" "Eh." Tebah shrugged, which translated to *who can tell?* "Eh," she muttered back at him, and drove north. And north it was, with little wavering. North, and north, and north some more, to the outskirts where people bought cheap land and then built what houses they could afford -- far away from each other. The were passing a dirt road (or, more likely, driveway) turnoff when Tebah gave his grunt of satisfaction and said, "West." Betharan drove on, until she found another dirt driveway to pull into. Then she hauled out a plausible map and rattled it open. "That was fast. Doesn't it have a Northwest option?" "Nah." Tebah's voice didn't betray his disdain for the tracker-relic, but the way he tilted his head, just a little, to look down his nose at it... was obvious enough. "Better'n nothing," he allowed. She nodded. "Considering how hard it is to get close to him, I certainly don't want to risk _your_ hide, trying to attune to him. Besides, I'd need you for backup, not sitting around waiting for me to tear him up." "Mm." Strong agreement indeed. "Got a plan, partner?" She stared at the map bleakly. "No, not really. You?" He sighed. He might be a meticulous Djinn, and not a slob, but he still hated having to think. Thinking was _her_ job, most of the time, and he was just there for backup, muscle, and to make sure that Asmodeus' pet yo-yo never thought of defying the decades of Geasa upon her, the orders of her Prince, and running back to the angels. She watched him, his pale hair and pale eyes almost glowing in the pool of sunlight that came into the car even as her own short brown hair acquired glints of auburn, and didn't think about other things he was for her. Djinn and Lilim, the ultimate co-dependant relationship; his Band with the Need to be cared for, and hers with the sight to see. While he would be trying to minimize the danger to her -- bound by their Prince's orders of protection, and no Cherubic leanings -- she hoped she could protect him in turn, and not just because her freedom of movement might be curtailed till he reawakened from Trauma. They were good partners. That was all. No mucky emotional entanglements, despite what Needs of the body she might see and meet. Just partners. "First option," Tebah muttered, clearly annoyed at having to display his intelligence, "is come in open. Loyalty-check. See which way he jumps. Could be good, if he leaves his back to us trying to prove something. Could be bad, if he attacks. "Second option is come in as demons. Got someone chasing us. Want protection. Could foul up, depending how hard he thinks it is to find him. "Third option..." He frowned, and faltered. "Spill it, Teb." "Third option, fake being a blackwing. Destiny-type. There to _help_ him with his goal. Find out how many more he needs to 'turn,' offer to get your buddies to help. Whether he's Renegade in his heart, wanting to turn pure angel and get accepted like a little lost Habbie into the fold, or really wants the Malakite of Fate garbage, he might play along. Might play along to see what the game is." Betharan took several heartbeats to process all that, considering that for Teb to even _suggest_ faking angel -- coming so close to what was forbidden to her forevermore -- meant her partner was pretty twitchy about Timon. She pushed that away from the plan. "Audacious." And audacity appealed to her, Wind-forsworn though she was. "But if he's Bal-Malakite, he'll see honor." "Shield-relic?" She nodded, feeling the braided leather of the relic against her ankle. "Takes Essence, is all. And it doesn't last forever -- he might get more curious about reading me." He was silent for a moment. "What'll he get." The words were a question, but the tone was flat. Forbidden angel-thoughts. Forbidden to let her escape. They both knew what a knife's edge this plot walked. "Redemption. Fall." Her own voice was flat and atonal, but thin in her ears, as if she said it from very far away. A final setting sun burned in her memory, pulling all light away from her soul and leaving only blood and darkness. Tebah was silent a moment. "Tell which order?" There was a hint of animation in that question. She guessed that he was on the trail of something breathtakingly tricky. "Not... necessarily." "Tell him you Fell. Tell him you... did what he's trying." She drew in breath, the utter craziness of the plan singing to her Game-trained soul. (And what else it might sing to, she would not name, and unnamed, it would slink back into the darkness.) With her green eyes wide, staring at her from where she stared at the rear-view-mirror, she calmly stated, "That's insane. It just might work." Glumly, he slouched back in the seat. "'Swhat I was afraid of." Betharan twisted around in the seat. "Come on, let's go through the gear and see what'll work for this." - --Beth (archangel@sjgames.com, arcangel@io.com) http://koti.mbnet.fi/~soldier/towboat.htm Ofanite of the Waters: Any ship you captain will NOT sink... ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 13:49:36 -0700 From: Julian Mensch Subject: RE: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? > > This is very cool as a mindf***, and I love the > > characterisations of all the parties involved. I'm > > afraid I have trouble with the central premise -- > > it's very Mage, but doesn't necessarily suit In > > Nomine as well > > Actually, I found this to be perfectly In Nomine -- in particular, it > represented an Elohite's ability to use emotional and intellectual > manipulation to create the conditions for his test. This is what I > assumed happened, as opposed to Jean being... well, truthful. (I'm > trying not to spoil -- it's a vignette that deserves to be experienced.) Yes, absolutely; that explanation makes a great deal of sense. And just so we're clear, I really liked the story, and I think it is one of Moe's strongest dramatic works, right up with the Nybbas-as-rock-star one that it my all- time favorite. - -- Julian Mensch ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 14:05:28 -0700 From: "Rampaging Crypto-Man" Subject: Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? Awesome, awesome. This is well worth a read... several, in fact. The twist in the story was not expected but it makes Jean a much more compelling character for me. Vapula, too. Thank you! Ben ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 22:03:05 +0000 From: "Michael Cleveland" Subject: IN> Project Silence - Tranquility Base The personnel in the control room went about their tasks with the cold self-assurance that can only be found in places of absolute security, oblivious to the tall, androgynous figure that lounged back in one of the unoccupied chairs. The Archangel of Lightning did not smile, but neither did he show any outward display of emotion as the human occupants of the building passed by. Jean seldom showed even the trappings of emotion when he came to this place, but if he was troubled by what he saw he had never conveyed it to Kzylchk. The Kyriotate flinched momentarily within the computer system as he heard and felt the all too familiar disturbance of an incoming Gateway transmission. "Sir, this place is not secure. The humans would love to try and -" The Archangel's brow raised slightly. "Capture me, Kzylchk? The odds of that are minimal. In any event I am sufficiently shielded. No one will notice me." The Kyriotate quieted himself for a few minutes, then spoke again. "With all due respect, Archangel, I really think we need to wipe this place off the map. This place creeps me out like nobody's business." Jean turned to face the computer screen, moving his face into a look of mild irritation. "You are out of line, Seneschal. We shall no such thing." As the Kyriotate's emotions twisted from apprehension and concern to fear, Jean softened his voice slightly. "If it makes you feel any better, although I do not share the same level of fear of this place as you do, I am not entirely comfortable here myself. Still..." Jean paused for a moment, as if to calculate the impact of his next statement. "God has placed this Tether here, in this place and under these circumstances, for a reason. I believe it to mean that these 'Silencers' may be an objective good, but I also believe that it is a sound strategic decision to place an operative in a position to monitor their movements. I am not totally certain of his reasons, but I am sure that he wants us to be here." The Seneschal closed his eyes for a moment within the processor, and then pulsed his agreement. "Yes, sir. I understand. I won't let you down." Jean nodded and moved to the locus point of the Tether. "I am certain you will not let me down. And if, during your stewardship of this Tether, you should come to understand precisely what God intended in placing it here, I have no doubt you will inform me." As the Archangel of Lightning streaked towards Heaven, Kzylchk turned back to the computer system and surveyed the vast array of automated defenses, force catchers, captured Vaputech weaponry and all the other assorted devices that were specifically meant to trap or kill people like himself. Shifting toward the Gateway Monitoring Systems, he muttered under his breath. "Oh, trust me, Boss. I've been doing nothing but wondering what God was thinking myself." - ------------------------ Dark Side Lunar Facility - aka 'Tranquility Base' (Moderate/Quiet Tether of Lightning In the late 1970's NASA sent another robotic probe to survey the lunar surface and take high-resolution photos of the dark side of the moon. Shortly after achieving orbit, the probe's transmitters failed to respond to Earthside transmissions. After several months of investigation, it was determined that there has been a flaw in the transmitter that made it susceptible to vibration during launch that had somehow gone undetected. After several contractors were fired and much screaming and carrying on by congress was finally done, it was decided that lunar exploration would be put on temporary hiatus. Thus ended the first era of manned extra-planetary missions. At least officially. In truth, there had never been a robotic probe - all the time and effort had gone into making a 2 passenger launch vehicle and landing craft. This might have been able to get past NASA oversight, had it not been for the fact that the landing craft had no provisions for getting the people back to Earth. Whoever went on this mission was pretty much doomed to be two very dead Astronauts. Except they weren't Astronauts. They were Silencers. You see, the Project Silence Jumpgate program was almost completely finished with its experimental stages and had been able to reach literally every point on the globe. Analysis of the Gateways had revealed that there was no appreciable difference in psychokinetic expenditure for different distances travelled. While this seemed like it had already been proven to be the perfect military transport technology, a young physicist by the name of Harold Richsmann realized that perhaps this could be taken a step further. The logic was relatively sound - if you had the ability to Gate to any place you could get a Jump Officer to, what was to stop you from using this technology to colonize other planets? All you had to do was get one man on the ground successfully, and from there you could bring in additional material and manpower as needed. Although Project Silence was skeptical of the idea at first, it had the potential to solve two additional problems they faced. The first was the need for a permanent base of operations that could be run without having to keep looking over your shoulder for Extra-Dimensionals or people who were unaware of the project. The second was a little more problematic - the Extra-Dimensional R & D division and the Emerging Technologies division had recently been merged into a subgroup classified Project Icehouse, and they had been tasked with the duty of reverse-engineering alien technology. Icehouse had been meeting with some success, but in the process was creating energy surges and signatures that the aliens could trace. In order for them to have any chance of making workable devices, they had to find a site that was completely remote and isolated from any chance of discovery. That was over twenty years ago. Since that time, Project Silence has been moving some of its most secure operations up to the DSLF, or Tranquility base as its inhabitants call it. It hasn't been easy, of course - at least 2 Jump Officers have had to be on site at any given time during its construction. Everyone assigned to the construction effort has memories of it being a long and arduous process - after all, while each psychokinetic 'push' can transfer 300 lbs of material across, it's taken quite a while to get everything through. The place was built completely by Jump Officers, as it was necessary to insure that everyone that went through was also capable of getting back in a pinch. 2 Jump Gate operators would open a gateway for the incoming crew, who would then transport approximately 1,500 pounds of material across before using their last psychokinetic push for themselves. Although the base holds Project Silence's command echelons, Project Icehouse's construction facilities, the central Jumpgate command center and the contingent of soldiers that make up the bases defensive troops, the vast majority of the people who make up the project are unaware of the bases location or existence. The base is heavily shielded from radiation sources and has been build to produce as low of an electromagnetic signature as possible. Most of the people who built the base did so knowing that they would be unlikely to leave it often, and many of those serving there who have died over the years have their ashes mixed with the soil in the hydroponics dome. Transmissions to and from the base are in short bursts rather than real-time continuous feeds, and while Jumpgate command is on the moon the majority of assaults are undertaken from earthside staging areas. Somewhere during all of this, a Tether of Lightning managed to form in the base. In the heart of what is now the Jumpgate command center, a plaque is set into the floor at the exact position where the first darkside jump gate was activated, forming the locus of the Tether. Hidden within the computer systems of the base is Kzylchk, a 15 force Friend of The Illuminated who splits his time nearly evenly trying to watch the Silencer's movements, keep Project Icehouse from pushing the wrong buttons on the Vaputech they've been working with, and generally trying to not get himself killed. After nearly 15 years in the facility, he's grown accustomed to the loud clanging in the Symphony that only he and his Superior get to hear from the relic creation and the constant Jumps. He's also gotten quite adept at maneuvering through the computer networks, modifying data as necessary to cast the infernals in a less favorable light. It's working, too - although the rate at which Project Silence attacks 'Host' bases is still completely unacceptable, the rate at which it identifies and neutralizes bases belonging to the 'Horde' has been rapidly increasing. For the moment, Jean is keeping the existence of this Tether quiet until his evaluation of the situation is complete. Although he passes along information to the appropriate Archangels when he determines an attack is imminent, he fears that too many among the Seraphim Council would demand access to the base. As it stands right now, the only people who use the Tether are the Seneschal and the Archangel himself - and there have been instances where Kzylchk has nearly gotten himself discovered. The few people treading in Project Silence's most private of domains, the better. For now. _________________________________________________________________ Unlimited Internet access -- and 2 months free!  Try MSN. http://resourcecenter.msn.com/access/plans/2monthsfree.asp ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 14:18:42 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Walton Subject: Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) Ooo, much angst. Mikey likes. =====

Michael Walton, #US2002023848

"There are two kinds of selfishness: the kind that says, 'I must do what will make me happy,' and the kind that says, 'You must do what will make me happy.' The first is good, the second is bad." - -- Kenton E. Sinner

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Michael Walton, #US2002023848

"There are two kinds of selfishness: the kind that says, 'I must do what will make me happy,' and the kind that says, 'You must do what will make me happy.' The first is good, the second is bad." - -- Kenton E. Sinner

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Michael Walton, #US2002023848

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"There are two kinds of selfishness: the kind > that says, 'I must do > what will make me happy,' and the kind that says, > 'You must do what > will make me happy.' The first is good, the second > is bad." > -- Kenton E. Sinner

> > __________________________________________________ > Do you Yahoo!? > HotJobs - Search new jobs daily now > http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/ __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search new jobs daily now http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 15:41:14 -0700 From: "Rampaging Crypto-Man" Subject: Re: IN> "toughness" > Can anyone briefly explain "toughness" to me? (What it is, how much it costs, > etc.) I remember reading it in the original rules, but now that I want to > find it, I can't. (It's not in the index). Thanks. > > Scott The FAQ has what you need: Q: It seems that even an 'average' human can take a lot of hits. A: The rules for calculating a mortal's hits has been changed. The new formula is [Corporeal Forces + Toughness] times Strength. Toughness is a new attribute (only purchaseable by mortals) that costs four points per level up to two levels. (Night Music, p. 31) Because a human no longer has a 'level' for determining when they die (In Nomine, p. 62), treat their level as one for that formula (i.e. a human dies when they take enough Body Hits to bring them to negative Strength). Toughness adds to this 'death point' so a human with 5 Strength and 2 Toughness needs to lose all their Body Hits, plus 7 more in order to die. http://www.sjgames.com/in-nomine/faq/ Ben ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 17:52:18 -0500 From: Elizabeth McCoy Subject: Re: IN> "toughness" At 5:31 PM -0500 10/29/02, TWISTEDKUB@aol.com wrote: >Can anyone briefly explain "toughness" to me? (What it is, how much it costs, >etc.) I remember reading it in the original rules, but now that I want to >find it, I can't. (It's not in the index). Thanks. Toughness was in the Corporeal Player's Guide, and got added into the reprint (the Blue Hardback) without appropriate references... (I didn't do it. I was dealing with a newborn preemie around that time.) If someone could add in the page-references for it, at the errata pages (http://www.sjgames.com/errata/errata.html), I'd be very happy -- I'm toddler-distracted at the moment, while trying to bust some attempted spams to the list. *frazzled expression* - --Beth, arcangel@io.com / archangel@sjgames.com In Nomine Line Editor http://www.io.com/~arcangel/ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 19:27:38 -0700 From: sirea@softhome.net Subject: Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? Wow. This... was very good. Heck, half the reason why I joined the list is so that I could see stuff like this created. Very well written, and I loved the "family ties" you included, which is something I also always held as "subjective canon". *claps and stuff* ^_^ --- Sirea, Free Cherub IST Destiny, Angel who Wanders, petitioner for the Word of Eternity (currently being ridden by Grapejuice, Renegade Shedite of the Game, and petitioner for the Word of Pranking Tightwads) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 19:31:09 -0700 From: sirea@softhome.net Subject: Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) This was great writing. I especially enjoy the internal conflict of the Fallen Windy Lilim. Did she Fall because of geasa I'm guessing? Either way, I like her a bunch, and the Djinn is cool too (I always love torturing my Djinn characters by making them want love SO DAMN MUCH). I can't wait to see what happens with Timon :D *Imagines red. Lots and lots of red* --- Sirea, Free Cherub IST Destiny, Angel who Wanders, petitioner for the Word of Eternity (currently being ridden by Grapejuice, Renegade Shedite of the Game, and petitioner for the Word of Pranking Tightwads) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 29 Oct 2002 19:44:27 -0700 From: sirea@softhome.net Subject: Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (pt 3) >>What, that I like him, or that A Renegade Gamer is in my skull? o.o > > Both. O:> But Balakites are -cute- ^o^ in a rip-the-meat-from-your-bones sorts way. > >>Apparently, she was going for a Big Joke all along... nows she's hiding in >>my skull, hiding from Azzy, hoping her Boss will come round sometime :/ she >>wants the Word of Pranking Tightasses ;-; she's mean!) > > *LAUGH* Well, at least as a Game-Shedite (she does have the attunement, > right?) she doesn't _need_ to corrupt you, right? Well... pretty much, yeah, that was the plan :/ (Shedite) Grapejuice saw Kobal aaaaaaall sad. So Grapejuice decided to make the Boss feel better! Cuz Grapejuice loves her Boss very much :D so Grapejuice "defected" to the Game, "begging" Mr. Tightwad Spankypants to give Grapejuice "guidance" and "direction" in her life of silly humor crud stuff. So Grapejuice becomes a Gamer, and Boss is soooooo depressed dat he no even notice. So Grapejuice gets the Game Attunement cuz she's so "sincere"! But it's all a Joke :D :D :D so Grapejuice swaps Tightwad's coffee with nummy DEATH JUICE and UNDEAD FIRE ANTS, and she laughs when she sees him go spitting it all over his UBER IMPORTANT DOCUMENTS. So Grapejuice breaks her Heart, and runs like Valefor with his ass on fire to possess someone and wait for the Boss to notice o.o;; Grapejuice found a silly cuddly Cherub girl, and holed up! :D :D ::D *drip, slorch* (/Shedite) Apparently, she enjoys not corrupting people... she'd rather whisper into their heads and make them argue with themselves, it's "more funny that way". ;-; > > Suggest all the fun she could have as a Kyriotate of the Wind! She likes her Jokes too much ;-; > >>[...] so keep going on yours, I really like it :D > > I'm working on it... O:> Heh. I loved today's fic. I wish I could write more often... alas, there's this thing called "college" that seems to be taking up all of my time. Ah well, I'll ask a Jeanite to look into the matter and mayhaps "blow some structures of higher learning up". Yeah :D (Shedite) Todays Rule of Dark Humor: Possession is 9/10's of the law :D :P :) (/Shedite) --- Sirea, Free Cherub IST Destiny, Angel who Wanders, petitioner for the Word of Eternity (currently being ridden by Grapejuice, Renegade Shedite of the Game, and petitioner for the Word of Pranking Tightwads) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 07:24:17 -0500 From: BC Petery Subject: IN> Nomenclature Lilit: A tiny "it." Lilot: The idiot Lilim. Lilum: Lilim who disappoint Haagenti are turned into old fashioned kitchen floor covering. Lilite: What Asmodeus uses to wash his delicate, lacy underthings. It always gets the blood out. Angeletto: A small, slim knife used for thrusting. It is distinguished by the tiny feathered wings on the hilt. Angelisco: Company which manufacturers motorcycles favored by Malakim and the Servitors of Janus. Angelet: Those little plastic tips on your shoelaces that keep them from unraveling. Angelacule: Don't pop it! It'll get infected! Go to the doctor and have it safely removed. Angeletti: Famous race car driver. Pneumisca: Gesuntheit! ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 05:27:28 -0800 (PST) From: Michael Walton Subject: Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (pt 3) - --- sirea@softhome.net wrote: > Todays Rule of Dark Humor: Possession is 9/10's of the > law :D :P :) [groan] I see we've been rubbing off on you, Sirea. Of all the qualities to emulate, you had to get the puns. =====

Michael Walton, #US2002023848

"There are two kinds of selfishness: the kind that says, 'I must do what will make me happy,' and the kind that says, 'You must do what will make me happy.' The first is good, the second is bad." - -- Kenton E. Sinner

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Michael Walton, #US2002023848

"There are two kinds of selfishness: the kind that says, 'I must do what will make me happy,' and the kind that says, 'You must do what will make me happy.' The first is good, the second is bad." - -- Kenton E. Sinner

__________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? HotJobs - Search new jobs daily now http://hotjobs.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 23:45:46 +0800 From: "Jeffery Watkins" Subject: Re: IN> INverse Superior: Marc, Impudite Demon Prince of the Deal Once again, waaaay behind in replying. Catching up. > > Will you be doing him soon? Alright, selfishly I'm looking for ideas for Zeror, Dark Hawwah Demon Princess of The Machine. > > > Well, honestly, I wasn't planning on doing David myself (well, at least for > now), and hoping that someone else may want and request to.< In a way that's a shame. You do such wonderful work! However I can understand this as the list is such a great place of creativity. I know if I could I would love some to do write ups for the make up Superiors in my game. ^_^ >He's going to be > Assimilation in the sense of there being endless walls of featurless gray > stone... of everyone being one mass mind in Hell, then earth, then Heaven > itself, everything becoming as one under the rule of Michael, forever. His > powers concern making people uncomfortable being alone or independant, > playing upon their fears and insecurity, and forces them into a terrible > 1984-esque kind of mindset. > That is precisely what Zeror's vision is. Make EVERYTHING apart of The Machine. Though the mass mind is more what I have in store for Balaam, DP of the Masses. Which may suggest that the two either hate each other or see that they have similar goals and may find a common ground. Of course they would probably backstabe the other if the other was getting close to getting their view of an assimulated universe. Jeff =) Part of my insanity manifest at JCT, where In Nomine meets science fiction in the far future http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jctrinityRPG - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://mymail.operamail.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 23:53:48 +0800 From: "Jeffery Watkins" Subject: Re: IN> Project Silence - Jumpgates > Michael Cleveland > Very well done! Not my type of setting, but WOW if it was, this is the way to do it. Jeff =) Part of my insanity manifest at JCT, where In Nomine meets science fiction in the far future http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jctrinityRPG - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://mymail.operamail.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 00:10:01 +0800 From: "Jeffery Watkins" Subject: Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (pt 3) Wow! Timon is soooo deadly. This was a very exciting read! That's saying something considering I don't like stories where the 'good guys' are losing. ^_^ But what a way to lose! Jeff =) Part of my insanity manifest at JCT, where In Nomine meets science fiction in the far future http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jctrinityRPG - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://mymail.operamail.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 00:15:31 +0800 From: "Jeffery Watkins" Subject: Re: IN> Didn't somebody say something about Faith, Science and me a while back? That was a nice take on Jean, 'family ties' and the whole concept of the mutable laws of the universe. Jeff =) Part of my insanity manifest at JCT, where In Nomine meets science fiction in the far future http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jctrinityRPG - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://mymail.operamail.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 00:20:30 +0800 From: "Jeffery Watkins" Subject: Re: IN> [Fiction] Professional Courtesy (part 4) >As she aimed, she noticed that Surfer Babe had her axe held > high and a faint chanting was rising above the clang of metal on > metal from the combatants. *About time,* she muttered to herself, > getting a good angle on Timon. She pulled the trigger. Surfer Babe's > voice rose to a shriek. Essence screamed into the Symphony. > > As Betharan tugged Tebah's arm, rising to a crouch to dash for the > opposite edge of the warehouse roof they were on, she saw Timon's > form flicker and felt a Song snarling out. There was a thunderous > silence, with her and Tebah's boots clanging like gongs against the > fire escape, and then the Symphony howled like a thousand trumpets > sounding a battle cry. > > She jumped the rest of the way and pelted towards the SUV, pressing > the door-unlock button on the keychain. She got to it first, got it > started, and... paused, paused for three eternal seconds, paused, > while she dreaded seeing a Motion-Song'ed Archangel in front of her > or a bloody big axe buried in the engine block or who _knew_ what... > That whole section above sent chills down my spine. That was so well described! The escape scene, the driving, all of it had me not only metaphorically at the edge of my seat, I was leaning towards the monitor, scrolling quicker, all the sense of dramatic tension of 'what's going to happen next.' A marvelous sensation. Bravo! Bravo! *applause* *Gives essence* Jeff =) Part of my insanity manifest at JCT, where In Nomine meets science fiction in the far future http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jctrinityRPG - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://mymail.operamail.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 12:00:35 -0500 From: EDG Subject: IN> Song skills For whatever reason, I was reading rants written by Penn Jillette (of Penn and Teller), and ran across a link to a website detailing rhetorical devices. Reading over it, I realized that at least some of them might be adapted to attunements designed to manipulate Song use. Well, attunements, I decided, were out - the Archangel of Song simply isn't around anymore to hand them out. Skills, on the other hand, are right in - they could have been developed and refined while Song was still in Heaven, and then re-distributed, renamed, and re-popularized by the Angel of Rhetoric. So here they are. Well, some of them. http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=etherjammer&itemid=2888#cutid1 - -EDG ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 31 Oct 2002 01:02:10 +0800 From: "Jeffery Watkins" Subject: Re: IN> Project Silence - Tranquility Base >modifying data as necessary to cast the infernals in > a less favorable light. It's working, too - although the rate at which > Project Silence attacks 'Host' bases is still completely unacceptable, the > rate at which it identifies and neutralizes bases belonging to the 'Horde' > has been rapidly increasing. > Wow! Another great piece that normally I would have said 'not for me.' I particularly love how this incorporated hope into this rather bleak setting as well as Jean's portrayal. Marvelous job all around. Its warming up to me and I find I am actually looking forward to more in this setting. Jeff =) Part of my insanity manifest at JCT, where In Nomine meets science fiction in the far future http://groups.yahoo.com/group/jctrinityRPG - -- _______________________________________________ Get your free email from http://mymail.operamail.com Powered by Outblaze ------------------------------ End of in_nomine-digest V1 #2839 ********************************