09-10-2004, 12:24 AM
1.72m c'est petit, je mesure 1.73m 
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09-10-2004, 12:26 AM
Mais toi tu peux pas faire des trucs magiques rigolos pour faire parler les gens
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb A pill to make you anybody else But all the drugs in this world, won't save her from herself Marilyn Manson Coma white I can't remember anything Can't tell if it is true or dream Deep down inside I feel to scream This terrible silence stops me Metallica One Happiness... complete happiness... joy, love, friendship, satisfaction, relief, everything. So many people, so many lives, so many names. And now so cold, so weak, so wretched. I feel a disgusting taste in my mouth. A pale stark light-bulb glows above, making the blank walls look creepy. My head hurts. The sound of rain clashing against the windows is painful to my ears. I'm lying on a simple mattress covered by worn sheets, alone. Where am I? What time is it? I try to sit up and feel the cable fastened on my left temple hold me down. My hand reaches it, finds the cold metal of the jack in my head, and pulls the plug out. For an instant the nausea overcomes everything else. Then it is gone and I take a look around. This place seems completely new to me. I don't recognise a thing. The room is quite small and ill-maintained. There's a desk and a computer in front of a window on the right, with a few optic chips spread next to the keyboard. A wardrobe is half open next to the bed. A heavy door stands closed a little bit on the left. It must be the main door. Then there's a kind of small kitchen and then a wall with a simple wooden door. Another room maybe... I don't know. I don't remember... Next to the bed there's a Hi-fi. The four speakers are around the room. And here is the thing I was linked to : a sim-deck. At once the memory of intense feelings, wonderful moments come pouring in into my mind. With a painful regret I force myself to look away. There's light coming through the window. What time is it? I take the phone-watch lying next to the bed. 7:13 am. Well, that doesn't seem to help me much... Do I have something to do today? A job to go to? Nothing... I can't remember anything... I get up and begin to pace. There are dishes in the sink and a plate with some unfinished synthetic food on the small table. What have I done yesterday evening? I don't remember... It seems that I have lived here for some time... Yet it all seems so unfamiliar to me... Well, I'm not even sure of what I have done those last months. I think I was... actually I have no memory at all of this year or even the year before and before that... Okay, let's start from the beginning! I was born in... my name is... no, no I do know who I am. I'm... Oh my god! I can't even remember my name! I have no memory of a family or a childhood. There's only images of different lives in my head. Thousands of images but none who can fit this place. Am I still dreaming? No, the feelings are too real. Am I still in a fake simulation world? I touch the datajack in my head and look at the deck. No, I'm unplugged and this place doesn't look like the kind of simulation I usually take. Suddenly the initials came back into my mind : BTL, Better Than Life. I know I'm accustomed to use this virtual drug. I can even tell the different types of those chips and where to buy them. Yet this is definitely not that kind of simulation. This must be reality. I've got to remember who I am and what I am doing here! There must be a clue somewhere... I open the wooden door on the wall next to the kitchen. It's the bathroom. I don't know what else I was expecting. There's one toothbrush, a washcloth, and everything else a single woman needs. It's quite a mess actually. Is all this stuff mine? I close the door and begin to search the main room for anything helpful. There are several names in the phone's directory but none of them ring a bell, no message is recorded. The desk is as messy as the rest of the flat. An old math book lies among magical amulets and symbols drawn on recycled paper sheets. Yes, I can remember being a mage... I'm even a specialist of the chaos theory applied to comprehension of paranormal phenomena. Well that's a good way to be sure I'm in the real world. I look up with the astral vision. The world blurs and the walls and the objects in the room look grey and shadowy. There's no trace of a spell or of another mind in the room. I look down back to reality. So now I'm sure : this is neither a dream nor a simulation. Suddenly my attention is drawn by a small object on the desk. It's a SIN card. Do I have a SIN number? I check it quickly. Yes, its my picture... I'm miss Ellison Kyriel, elvish, 23, citizen of Ares. I work as a seller in an uptown store, in the women clothes department. Kyriel... that name sounds empty to me... is it really mine? Well it must be. At least I don't know why it wouldn't be so. Women clothes department... I sure know the in thing, but what does this job have to do with magic? I must belong to a magic user group or something like that. I just cannot be a simple seller. How could I afford the entrance fee to a library or the components needed to perform an invocation? I look back at the sim-deck. How could I afford the BTL I take? I sit and turn the computer on. It's a basic one, not a deck; I cannot plug me in. It's probably not even linked to the matrix. There are a few files on it but most of its memory space is free. I find no magic library on it. There not enough space for that anyway. I check several files and found a schedule, and several map to go to work, to do the shopping, go to the nearest matrix terminal. That will be useful indeed, but why have I cared to have that kind information on my computer? Maybe I have been experiencing memory troubles for some time, or maybe I've just moved in recently. For a moment I close my eyes and try to remember. But nothing comes, just a deep black void, and then emotions, strong ones, images peoples, places of dreams, moments of happiness, fakes... all fakes. What's reality in all this? I feel empty, so empty... I have to move on. I take a look at the window. I don't know this part of the city. I'm far from downtown for sure, but I don't think I'm in the barrens either. This place looks creepy. I wouldn't like to go outside at night on my own. I can hear some shots and a police siren in the distance. It makes me shiver. What day is it? I take a look at the calendar on the screen. Tuesday. I have to go to work. Maybe there, I would recognise peoples or places and get parts of my memory back. First I need a good shower. I go quickly to the bath room and begin to dress off. I have slept in casual dress. I step under the shower and feel the water pour on my body. It seems that the siren nose as come closer now, and I can hear other shots and cars. It's a chase. I notice something in my right hand. What is this… metal pieces, connectors? It looks like a part of my hand and yet its so strange. I feel like my hand is not really mine, or rather like I'm less human. Now people shout in the street, some in anger, some in despair. I can hear the cry of the wounded, calls for help. I touch the metal pieces with my left hand. The cries get louder, they come from every direction, the world fade around me. I put me hand strongly against the wall. There are voices, other voices. There are people here, around me. My head spin on and on. I feel collapsing and try to grab the handle of the shower door. It’s dark, so dark. I loose my grip. There are cries, there are people shouting all around. I see faces, greening faces. I'm running, running away. I'm terrified and I shout but I'm bound. I hear the shots. There are flashes in the dark. There's something that hurts so much. I feel nothing but the pain, the pain, the pain! I wake up sitting on the floor under the shower, the water still pouring down on me. I turn it off. There's no sound from the outside. How long have I been unconscious? Did I really heard the chase or was it just an hallucination? I take a look at my hand. The connectors are still here, but now I do remember what it is : a smartlink. Have I been a soldier or did I worked with a private police? I’m not sure I want to remember after this incident. I take a towel and go to the closet. There are some casual wares, a dark gown, small black gloves, a long raincoat and the uniform of the store I work in with my name on the badge. I put it on. It fits perfectly to me, as if it was made for me. Actually this doesn’t mean much as I can remember a spell that allows me to change my wardrobe at will and makes everything fit. A chance that this uniform has long white gloves so I can hide the thing in my hand. It’s still raining. I should take my coat. As I take it out of the closet I suddenly notice the thing hidden behind and I shiver once again. It’s a holster with a gun. I take the weapon slowly into my hand. It’s a heavy handgun, a semiautomatic, Ares predator, the best weapon in this category, reliable, efficient and quite cheap. It can fire different type of ammunition, from rubber bullets to armour piercing ones. The fact that it’s the most common weapon among criminals makes it perfect to keep anonymity. How do I know that? Mechanically, I check the clip and its full of standard bullets. This is a modified version including an integrated interface. I put my right glove off. The weapon perfectly fits my smartlink. I handle it and quiver. I can see exactly what I am aiming the gun at, I can select a target with a look and at once old reflexes are conjured up. So, I’m familiar with gunfight… There are no police card or gun licence in the coat pockets and the only job recorded on my SIN is seller. I assume there’s but one explanation. I look at the sim-deck, and then back at the gun and I shudder. To buy my virtual drug, I have to be a criminal… a shadow runner. 
Bon, méaculpa :spank: et autre flagellation :ohoui:, seb avait bien raison, d'après le pdf 3ième édition, une interface coûte bien 2 points d'essence et non 1, ce qui risque de changer drastiquement les priorités du
 Donc certe oiseau tonnerre mais pas tonnerre méchanique... à moins que tu ne prenne un avantage qui te permet de commencer avec du deltaware (équipement militaire restraint voir expérimental) et la super histoire qui va avec...Par contre là où c'est surprenant c'est pour le prix : 12000, presque n'importe qui peut s'en payer 1 à condition d'assumer le coût en essence 
14-10-2004, 06:26 PM
Le Deltaware ne coûte qu'un point d'essence ?
Si c'est vraiment compliqué, je changerai l'historique. 
Ben le deltaware divise le coût en essence par deux, or 2/2=1
 par définition de l'opérateur division... par contre le prix est multiplié par 10, il est normalement impossible d'en avoir à la création sauf si tu prend l'avantage correspondant, et le code d'illégalité est multiplié par...  beaucoup  Ca va devenir difficile de maintenir ton historique  donc va sans doute falloir laisser tomber le combo mage/rigger
16-10-2004, 01:03 AM
Riobe,05/10/2004 à 12:06 Wrote:F 2 R 7 Co 3 Ch 6 I 6 V 6 M 6(géas de gestes) E 5.20Quelques petits réglage encore... J'ai laissé tombé embauché car j'ai considéré que ce n'était pas vraiment un désavantage. Du coup, abandonné le talent magique inné. Attribut exceptionnel ne donne pas de point d'attribut en plus mais augmente seulement le maximum racial J'aurais bien pris de la mémoire cephaloware mais quand j'ai vu le prix j'ai laissé tombé...Sinon, pour piloter un peu mieux tu peux prendre un datajack (ça te permettra aussi de faire plein d'autres choses d'ailleurs), tant qu'à consommer un point d'essence, tu peux aussi te laisser tenter par des réflexes boosté (niveau 1), ou un chipjack et une interface réflexo-logiciel "Tu sais piloter un engin de ce type? - Attends deux seconde que je charge le programme... C'est bon, je sais le piloter!" Il existe aussi plein d'autres truc peu coûteux en essence mais il faut faire des choix...
16-10-2004, 01:04 AM
L'idée de l'interface Trinity-style me plait bien.
16-10-2004, 01:09 AM
Je savais bien que ça te tenterais
 Mais bon, le truc a ses limites : tu ne disposes pas de réserve de combat ou de pilotage quand tu utilise un tel logiciel, et le niveau de l'interface (0.2 essence par niveau, 0.16 en alphaware + le datajack) limite le niveau de compétence. Cependant c'est vrais que ça a du style
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