Let’s see… Time Stop is 1d4+1 rounds of apparent time, and I used Fleeting reflexively, so I should have a roll of somewhere between two and five, so one or two rounds of my time to burn… good enough, as I can get four spells a round. I start by closing off the exits; four Wall of Force spells (they’re natively invisible, and very durable), lining each wall of the room. I’m still active after that, so I start spamming Invisible Spell Summon Monster IX spells for Astral Devas (they’re “tall, human-like” creatures with “long, feathery wings” and a "gentle inner radiance that makes it difficult to look directly” at them - outsiders, classified as a type of Angel); they fit in the room (they’re Medium, same size category as a human), have a decent strength score (twenty six, and given that human random range in pathfinder ends at twenty… that’s pretty much “Olympic weightlifter” level), I can only squeeze in two of these per round… and I pause when I have ten of them out, and time is still stopped (well, technically, time isn’t stopped, I’m sped up to the point where it looks like it to me, Flash style… although I can’t manipulate other people like this, even with spells and things… terrain is fair game, though). Thoughts Patricia?
“It’s your Mythos. Best guess?” She pauses briefly, “It has a duration, and so Technological Wonders changes it to ‘Permanent’.”
Ah. That… could be. Well, I included Fleeting Spell, so I can quit whenever I want. And what I want is for these bozos to be outnumbered, two… no, four to one… so I can just have the invisible angels hold them down VERY reliably. So I do. Thirty goons in the restaurant, a hundred twenty angels.
Before I turn time back on (well, join in with the normal pace of it, anyway), I consider, and set up some Wall of Force spells around the table we’re using, getting Mr. Balmer trapped in with us… and drop a quick Fleeting Spell Energy Immunity (Fire) spell on myself, as lasers will get through invisible things… and I make sure my illusion is in place so I still look like a mere C cup. I’m sure this will be amusing.
I then turn time back on, “I think I’ll have dessert, instead. Waiter: I’ll have the cinnamon pecan pie alamode, please.” No, the waiter can’t actually hear me: A Wall of Force blocks sound, after all, and the wait staff is apparently under Mr. Balmer’s orders, so probably won’t be getting me that pie even if they could. But Mr. Balmer can hear me just fine. I use a Mage’s Decree spell to send a silent order to my Summoned Angels: “Ready yourselves to grapple them when they draw or fire their guns, try to keep them pinned, and maybe take their weapons when you do.” It’s twenty-five words, right at the limits of the spell in question. I mean, the spell is overkill - it’s intended to send the same message to everyone meeting specific criteria in a range of one mile per caster level, and I just want this room… but it does the job, and can restrict itself, so no issues getting just the Invisible Astral Devas I summoned… or made, whatever.
And Mr. Balmer’s face turns red, then he stutters out an order, “Kill them!”
Nothing happens, of course, “They can’t hear you, Mr. Balmer. Hmm… no pie? I’ll just make my own, then…” I use Major Creation to make it, as well as some silverware, then start eating with a bite of the pie with my fork. Sadly, it all comes out pink….
Johann starts gesturing, and his goons get the gist, drawing… and then going down, their weapons dropping to the floor as well, as they all end up Pinned. Seriously, the angels are rolling with a twenty eight point modifier, there’s four of them per goon, and equipping goons with the kind of armor needed to make that unlikely to work is excessively expensive for thirty goons. If I’d taken some time to buff them? Then things would get VERY nasty for the goons. As it is, they’ve already lost.
I take a bite from the ice cream with my spoon, savor the taste of strawberries, and swallow, “You wanted my tech because you know I can make starships disappear. Did it occur to you that I can make other things vanish as well, Mr. Balmer?”
To his credit, he doesn’t panic, “It doesn’t matter,” he cracks a smile, “We’ll have your ship shortly, and figure out your secrets from there.”
You mean the one that’s got forty buffed-up Elder Air elementals inside with standing orders about borders? I don’t think that’s going to work out well. I take a bite of the pie, savoring the nutty taste, “I see. And tell me, why do you think you have my ship?”
“You can’t have that many men there, with all these invisible bodyguards here…” he’s cocky.
But I suppose I am too. Let’s see who’s right, hmm? “Your com should still function, Mr. Balmer. How about you ask your men for a status report?” Sadly, they’re going to be dead. I didn’t think to tell the air elementals to be gentle.
He pulls out a personal com, plugs it into himself, and concentrates… meanwhile, I quietly grant myself technopathy again by the same route as before and start hacking… nice of him to unlock it for me… Divine Insight solves most issues… oh, a fake shell to jailbreak, no big deal… root access… there we go… ah, his history… he's on his second contact attempt already. Heh. First didn't pick up, and neither does this one.
He finally gets someone on his fifth try. The contact is listed as just “Owl”... I guess he expects his com to be compromised at some point.
“Yes boss?” The voice from “Owl” is quivering and a bit high pitched.
“Status report,” Johann says simply.
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” Owl begins.
“So we haven't secured the empty ship?” The AI sounds annoyed.
“I'm just the lookout. The fuzz haven't come, so I haven't set off the alarm. That's my job.” Owl sounds… concerned.
“Right. Not your fault,” Mr. Balmer is sounding increasingly annoyed, “We've established that. This isn't the first time a job has gone south. How bad is it? What happened?”
“Okay, so… keep in mind, my job is lookout,” Owl… is finally reporting, I guess?
“Right,” Johann is definitely annoyed, “Keep going.”
Owl obeys, “Well, Freddie cracked the door code in like thirty seconds.”
“He's slow today,” the mafia boss interrupts.
“I'm rounding, I didn't exactly use a stopwatch,” Owl continues, “the door opened, the team went in, there was screaming and the sound of gunfire over the coms, and then silence. Nobody came back out, and nobody's responded over the coms on the mission channel since. I'm still getting room noise when I turn the volume up, but that's it.”
Johann Jakob Balmer frowns, and I interrupt his conversation, “So I take it the raid on my ship went well… for me, that is?”
“Okay lady, you win this one, but I will get your tech,” not possible, as it doesn't follow the rules of this universe, “but I'm not just going away, I always get what I want…” he stands, turns, takes a confident step… and bonks his nose on the invisible wall.
Sadly, holograms don't bleed.
“I guess you're not going away…” I taunt as I drop an Invisible and Fleeting spell Dimensional Lock on the area (an eighth level spell), “You did try to kill me, I suppose I should do something about that….” I slowly start to stand, and he concentrates to cast a spell; I easily identify it as Dimension Door, which would normally be great for a quick getaway… but not today.
His chest balloons out to generous handfuls… C or D cups, I think? I guess that qualifies as being affected by the spell.
“He likes his girls stupid,” Patricia informs me, “Quite the Bimbo fetish. I wonder how she'll take to the idea of being one? He's not quite there yet….”
I smile, “Oh, no, you don't get to try and kill me and then just walk away. And I see you've encountered the side effect of my power. Tell me, how does it feel? Are you finding your thoughts aren't so clear anymore? How do you feel about someone smarter than you doing your thinking for you, hmm?”
His eyes go very, very wide, and he starts to go white “I… I…”
“You’re starting to think it's a good idea, but you're not quiiite there yet, are you?” I widen my grin, stand up myself, and take a step towards him, “And that? That's frightening, isn't it?”
He nods wordlessly, and I continue, “There's even a way to reverse the changes… do you want to know how?”
“Yes… please… I don't want to be a Bimbo…” not yet, mister.
“You wanted to steal my tech… tried to kill me… and tried to steal my ship. Tell me:” I pause, “Why should I bother telling you about the cure? Is there any good reason for me to not simply push you over the edge, then introduce you to a nice man that will get you into the adult escort service industry?”
He looks terrified, and opens his mouth….
Let’s see… Time Stop is 1d4+1 rounds of apparent time, and I used Fleeting reflexively, so I should have a roll of somewhere between two and five, so one or two rounds of my time to burn… good enough, as I can get four spells a round. I start by closing off the exits; four Wall of Force spells (they’re natively invisible, and very durable), lining each wall of the room. I’m still active after that, so I start spamming Invisible Spell Summon Monster IX spells for Astral Devas (they’re “tall, human-like” creatures with “long, feathery wings” and a "gentle inner radiance that makes it difficult to look directly” at them - outsiders, classified as a type of Angel); they fit in the room (they’re Medium, same size category as a human), have a decent strength score (twenty six, and given that human random range in pathfinder ends at twenty… that’s pretty much “Olympic weightlifter” level), I can only squeeze in two of these per round… and I pause when I have ten of them out, and time is still stopped (well, technically, time isn’t stopped, I’m sped up to the point where it looks like it to me, Flash style… although I can’t manipulate other people like this, even with spells and things… terrain is fair game, though). Thoughts Patricia?
“It’s your Mythos. Best guess?” She pauses briefly, “It has a duration, and so Technological Wonders changes it to ‘Permanent’.”
Ah. That… could be. Well, I included Fleeting Spell, so I can quit whenever I want. And what I want is for these bozos to be outnumbered, two… no, four to one… so I can just have the invisible angels hold them down VERY reliably. So I do. Thirty goons in the restaurant, a hundred twenty angels.
Before I turn time back on (well, join in with the normal pace of it, anyway), I consider, and set up some Wall of Force spells around the table we’re using, getting Mr. Balmer trapped in with us… and drop a quick Fleeting Spell Energy Immunity (Fire) spell on myself, as lasers will get through invisible things… and I make sure my illusion is in place so I still look like a mere C cup. I’m sure this will be amusing.
I then turn time back on, “I think I’ll have dessert, instead. Waiter: I’ll have the cinnamon pecan pie alamode, please.” No, the waiter can’t actually hear me: A Wall of Force blocks sound, after all, and the wait staff is apparently under Mr. Balmer’s orders, so probably won’t be getting me that pie even if they could. But Mr. Balmer can hear me just fine. I use a Mage’s Decree spell to send a silent order to my Summoned Angels: “Ready yourselves to grapple them when they draw or fire their guns, try to keep them pinned, and maybe take their weapons when you do.” It’s twenty-five words, right at the limits of the spell in question. I mean, the spell is overkill - it’s intended to send the same message to everyone meeting specific criteria in a range of one mile per caster level, and I just want this room… but it does the job, and can restrict itself, so no issues getting just the Invisible Astral Devas I summoned… or made, whatever.
And Mr. Balmer’s face turns red, then he stutters out an order, “Kill them!”
Nothing happens, of course, “They can’t hear you, Mr. Balmer. Hmm… no pie? I’ll just make my own, then…” I use Major Creation to make it, as well as some silverware, then start eating with a bite of the pie with my fork. Sadly, it all comes out pink….
Johann starts gesturing, and his goons get the gist, drawing… and then going down, their weapons dropping to the floor as well, as they all end up Pinned. Seriously, the angels are rolling with a twenty eight point modifier, there’s four of them per goon, and equipping goons with the kind of armor needed to make that unlikely to work is excessively expensive for thirty goons. If I’d taken some time to buff them? Then things would get VERY nasty for the goons. As it is, they’ve already lost.
I take a bite from the ice cream with my spoon, savor the taste of strawberries, and swallow, “You wanted my tech because you know I can make starships disappear. Did it occur to you that I can make other things vanish as well, Mr. Balmer?”
To his credit, he doesn’t panic, “It doesn’t matter,” he cracks a smile, “We’ll have your ship shortly, and figure out your secrets from there.”
You mean the one that’s got forty buffed-up Elder Air elementals inside with standing orders about borders? I don’t think that’s going to work out well. I take a bite of the pie, savoring the nutty taste, “I see. And tell me, why do you think you have my ship?”
“You can’t have that many men there, with all these invisible bodyguards here…” he’s cocky.
But I suppose I am too. Let’s see who’s right, hmm? “Your com should still function, Mr. Balmer. How about you ask your men for a status report?” Sadly, they’re going to be dead. I didn’t think to tell the air elementals to be gentle.
He pulls out a personal com, plugs it into himself, and concentrates… meanwhile, I quietly grant myself technopathy again by the same route as before and start hacking… nice of him to unlock it for me… Divine Insight solves most issues… oh, a fake shell to jailbreak, no big deal… root access… there we go… ah, his history… he's on his second contact attempt already. Heh. First didn't pick up, and neither does this one.
He finally gets someone on his fifth try. The contact is listed as just “Owl”... I guess he expects his com to be compromised at some point.
“Yes boss?” The voice from “Owl” is quivering and a bit high pitched.
“Status report,” Johann says simply.
“IT’S NOT MY FAULT!” Owl begins.
“So we haven't secured the empty ship?” The AI sounds annoyed.
“I'm just the lookout. The fuzz haven't come, so I haven't set off the alarm. That's my job.” Owl sounds… concerned.
“Right. Not your fault,” Mr. Balmer is sounding increasingly annoyed, “We've established that. This isn't the first time a job has gone south. How bad is it? What happened?”
“Okay, so… keep in mind, my job is lookout,” Owl… is finally reporting, I guess?
“Right,” Johann is definitely annoyed, “Keep going.”
Owl obeys, “Well, Freddie cracked the door code in like thirty seconds.”
“He's slow today,” the mafia boss interrupts.
“I'm rounding, I didn't exactly use a stopwatch,” Owl continues, “the door opened, the team went in, there was screaming and the sound of gunfire over the coms, and then silence. Nobody came back out, and nobody's responded over the coms on the mission channel since. I'm still getting room noise when I turn the volume up, but that's it.”
Johann Jakob Balmer frowns, and I interrupt his conversation, “So I take it the raid on my ship went well… for me, that is?”
“Okay lady, you win this one, but I will get your tech,” not possible, as it doesn't follow the rules of this universe, “but I'm not just going away, I always get what I want…” he stands, turns, takes a confident step… and bonks his nose on the invisible wall.
Sadly, holograms don't bleed.
“I guess you're not going away…” I taunt as I drop an Invisible and Fleeting spell Dimensional Lock on the area (an eighth level spell), “You did try to kill me, I suppose I should do something about that….” I slowly start to stand, and he concentrates to cast a spell; I easily identify it as Dimension Door, which would normally be great for a quick getaway… but not today.
His chest balloons out to generous handfuls… C or D cups, I think? I guess that qualifies as being affected by the spell.
“He likes his girls stupid,” Patricia informs me, “Quite the Bimbo fetish. I wonder how she'll take to the idea of being one? He's not quite there yet….”
I smile, “Oh, no, you don't get to try and kill me and then just walk away. And I see you've encountered the side effect of my power. Tell me, how does it feel? Are you finding your thoughts aren't so clear anymore? How do you feel about someone smarter than you doing your thinking for you, hmm?”
His eyes go very, very wide, and he starts to go white “I… I…”
“You’re starting to think it's a good idea, but you're not quiiite there yet, are you?” I widen my grin, stand up myself, and take a step towards him, “And that? That's frightening, isn't it?”
He nods wordlessly, and I continue, “There's even a way to reverse the changes… do you want to know how?”
“Yes… please… I don't want to be a Bimbo…” not yet, mister.
“You wanted to steal my tech… tried to kill me… and tried to steal my ship. Tell me:” I pause, “Why should I bother telling you about the cure? Is there any good reason for me to not simply push you over the edge, then introduce you to a nice man that will get you into the adult escort service industry?”
He looks terrified, and opens his mouth….
