PnP Group 4 Session 24

<uSea_a_GM> **Group 4 Session 24 is go!**

<uSea_a_GM> Outside the sun slips under the horizon, as if the say farewell to the ghoul which had sat there and watched it for so many years. The ghoul slumps to the floor, its last shreds of life now thoroughly extinguished. With the shotgun blast still ringing in your ears, you can make out the sounds of movement between the stairwell and the storeroom opposite.

<uSea_a_GM> Whoever they are, they've spread themselves between the two rooms and are using the doorways as cover. Their actions suggest they have EFS on their side too.

* Artifica moans.  That's bad.

* Cerberus tries to shapren her ears to see if she can hear the enemies talking

* Cerberus after a few moments mutters "looks like there are more..."

* AtomBell twitches, "That's a lot of footsteps."

* Spectre 's watching her EFS with a frown muttering to herself 'Not to many now but the sound of gunshots will more than likely bring more...'

* Milia mutters under her breath. "Jam a hoof in my ass and make me squawk like a griffon...plan, anypony? I nominate braining the fuckstick with the boomtube...uh-" she looks at Spectre. "-Lemme rephrase that, the /slaver/ fuckstick with the boomtube."

* Spectre snorts

<Milia> "Shotguns being pointed at me make me unhappy..."

* Cerberus mutters "maybe they think we're other ghouls, did they see us?"

* AtomBell considers the use of tables as an OR, if they live that long, "Slavers in general don't make me happy...."

<AtomBell> "I don't think so.  If we stay quiet maybe they'll go away?"

<Spectre> "Doubtful."

* Milia looks at Spectre's pipbuck, then over to Cerberus. "Does leg magic cheat? The answer is yes. The way they've set up...they have to know we're here."

* Cerberus peeks in  the corridor for a moment

* Spectre grunts "They're covering the ways out. they definitely know."

<uSea_a_GM> Cerberus spots a pony in the storeroom doorway, its aiming a rifle down the corridor.

<AtomBell> "Great."

* Milia withdraws two small vials of liquid from her packs. "Shmoke bomb, anypony? Not as fun as actually shmoking, but a lot better for fighting ashwipes like zhese." she says, the smokebombs still clenched between her teeth.

* Cerberus with her tail the foal puts away the pistol and takes the rifle, slowly

* Spectre pulls out her riot shotgun, checking to make sure it's fully loaded

* AtomBell bends around to pull out her pistol.

* Spectre looks at Milia "Two on the right, two on the left. which one do you want?"

<uSea_a_GM> Unseen by the group, a small round object drops into their midst. "GRENADE!" screams Short Stop, the mininutive ex-slaver, pushing the nearest pony out the way and kicking it toward the bathroom.

* Spectre jumps "Bwah!"

* Milia takes a deep breath. "Lef-AUGH!" She is interrupted as Short Stop screams and dives out of the way. Or is shoved out of the way. Details are hazy.

<Spectre> "Oh, IT! IS! ON!"

* AtomBell is pushed to the floor, managing to utter a terrified jumble of sounds.

<uSea_a_GM> Short's kick was a good one, causing the grenade to detonate harmlessly (for the group) inside the adjoining bathroom

* Cerberus since cool ponies don't look at explosions, the foal frowns but keeps her eyes on the target, changing her weapon

* Milia groans and gets up. Her ears are ringing from the blast. "UGh...Fucking shit...assbutts...words...no do good right now..." she shakes her head, not much the worse for wear thanks to Short Stop's quick thinking. "Good eye, kid...you saved us from being pasted."

* Milia calls him kid, despite most likely being yonguer than Short Stop.

* Spectre rubs an ear with her hoof. Can't hear shit right now but points at Milia then the left side of the hallway, tilting her head curiously

* Milia looks at Spectre, nodding.

* Spectre nodnods then points at herself then at at the stairwell

* Milia goes to pick up the vials that fell from her mouth. She then positions herself near the doorway and prepares to rush out from the room.

* Spectre stacks up behind Milia

* AtomBell picks herself up off the floor.  Having nothing better to do, she just sits there.

* Cerberus mutters "come here, little red riding hood... the wolf is waiting.... then shoots twice at her target"

* Cerberus then yells "toss another! we didn'tquite hear it! losers!"

* Milia peers over to Artifica. "Psst! Hey, Art!" she whispers. "Seeing as I'm going to be on the wrong end of a big gun here pretty soon most likely, is there any unicorn thingie you can do to me to make me not hate getting shot so much? Barring that, can you at least make it hurt less? Like a...shield spell or something? A shield spell would be so choice, you have no idea."

<uSea_a_GM> The slaver turned to ash before he even knew what was happening, his gun hanging in the air for a moment almost comically.

* Cerberus doesn't move from where she is, still keeping the doors under control

* Artifica frowns, looking over Milia as she considers her options.

* Artifica smiles to Short Stop.  "Thanks.  I owe you one."

* AtomBell whispers, "Be careful Silent."

<uSea_a_GM> To add to the surreality of the situation, a pretty, young unicorn pokes her head through the ceiling above you. "Hey, you're not ghoulies or robots!"

<Cerberus> focuses for a moment, in silence and taking aim at something, then opens fire again

<Spectre> "Bwah! wat?"

* Artifica focuses on Milia's armor, her horn glowing.  There is a grey sheen that washes over the armor.

* Milia looks down at her armor. "Oh yeah...I like the look of that." She shoots a grin to her unicorn friend. "Thanks Art, you're the best!"

* AtomBell stares up at the ceiling and blinks, "....no."

* AtomBell points out, "Neithor are yee."

* Milia looks up at the mare. "Uhhh..."

* AtomBell reaches for her pistol

<uSea_a_GM> She waves at Short Stop. "Hi Shorty! Romper says I'm not allowed to blow everything up, but I've got other presents for your friends!" With that, her head vanishes back through the ceiling.

* AtomBell stops.  Evidentlly she's some friend of the group's guide.  Lovely.

* Cerberus misses her shot, but it wasnt' really an easy target, so she just muttersa curse under her breath

* Milia blinks a few times. "...I'm going to leave this room now. I don't like the sound of that. I like the sound of grenades even less and I have a feeling we'll be hearing more of those soon if we stay here."

* Spectre shakes her head "Can I shoot things now?"

* Cerberus yes but keep an eye for that weird pony of before....

* AtomBell smiles nervously, "Go for it sweetie."

* Artifica smiles, looking a little weary.  "I hope that helps."

<uSea_a_GM> Short Stop just swears, looking at where the unicorn's head at been. "Aww fuck, it's Ghost. Keep an eye out for more grenades!"

* Artifica turns to Short Stop, "Who was that?"  She pauses.  "Ghost?"

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<AtomBell> "What."

* Cerberus turns on herself okay i'm on it, just get rid of those at the doors

* AtomBell stands up

* Milia mutters something about more goddamn cheaty unicorn magic go through walls bullshit.

<AtomBell> "I'll keep an eye from back here!  Kick them into, um, over there."

* Cerberus since atom wants to keep an eye for grenades, the foal goes back focusong on the corridor

* Milia had since put the smoke bombs away, considering the new enemy they had just learned of. Smoke cover + magically appearing grenades is a bad thing.

* Milia takes a deep breath. "Okay...sec, let me get into the headspace of getting shot...don't think of them as screaming hot pieces of metal flying into my body...try to visualize them as playful tacklehugs from all my best friends or something..." the zebra keeps her eyes closed in silence for a few more seconds. "Got it. "I'M READY FOR HUGS!" she screams, bolting from the doorway.

* Artifica cocks her head, listening to the surreality that is Milia's mental prepping.

* Spectre snorts, trying not to burst out laughing

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* AtomBell giggles a little at that.... and makes sure her bandages are within easy reach.

* Cerberus stil lwaits, tail ready on the trigger

* Spectre tenses up, ready to bolt next

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<uSea_a_GM> As Milia runs down the corridor one of the slavers leans out and opens fire

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* Cerberus the foal yells with her chirping voice "i don't think so! and the ray from her rifle hits the enemy's weapon"

<uSea_a_GM> The slaver's aim is thrown off but that doesn't matter, even the few shots which do hit just bounce of Milia's magically reinforced barding.

* Milia didn't even feel a thing as the assault rifle spray went wild, the couple shots that DID manage to hit her zinging off her magically imbued armor. She keeps to her plan, galloping down the hallway and taking the left room, stepping over the ash pile that Cerberus made. "SOMEPONY HAS HUGS FOR ME, AND I AIM TO COLLECT." she shouts into the room.

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* Cerberus yells from the corridor "go evil zebra! you're the best in town!"

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* Milia enters the room, coming face to face with the raider that blew out the ghoul's brains. "Okay, forget the hugs. That was stupid. That was a stupid thing I decided to say." As the raider scrambles to ready his weapon, Milia decides to deliver a buck to the stallion's chest. Planting both her hooves into him, she laughs as Cerberus calls down the hall way. "HAH! Yeah I a-wait EVIL?!"

* Milia grumbles.

<uSea_a_GM> The slaver is bucked so hard that he crashes into the store room shelves.

* Spectre cackles and takes that as her cue, bolting from her hiding place besides the door and down the hall to where the other two raiders were hidden

<Spectre> Slavers*)

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* Cerberus the foal yells again atthe slaver "i said NO! bad pony! stay put and die!"

<uSea_a_GM> The slaver with the assault rifle leans out to fire at Spectre, only to have his weapon get shot by Cerberus and jam in his hooves!

* Spectre skids to a stop in front of the door to the stairwell leading up with a feral grin on her face "HI! Bye!" She fires three shells at the slaver taking potshots at ponies with the assault rifle

<Spectre> (I thought Riot shotguns were t4 weapons anyways

<Spectre> (Whoops wrong channel)

<uSea_a_GM> The raider is wiped away by a storm of buckshot... leaving the slaver behind him looking very surprised

* Spectre grins at the no blood covered slaver and giggles "Hi~"

<Spectre> now*)

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* AtomBell notices the sinister cannister falling from the ceiling.  The mare reacts, "Grenade!"

* Artifica blinks at the grenade.  Grenades against unicorns?  Somepony didn't read The Book of Littlepip.

* Cerberus yells "there are two!"

* Artifica casts Phase on a small portion of the ceiling then telekinetically lobs the grenade back up where it came from.

* Cerberus runs under her friend's hooves and hits a black grenade that was just in the middle of them

* AtomBell does nothing, stunned.

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* Cerberus sighs in relief sending the grenade rolling away, then her eye raise to see the shower of fire falig on her, and her pupils shrink in fear

* Artifica sees fire pouring back out of the phased ceiling at her and freaks out, backpeddling.

* AtomBell scrambles backwards in an attempt to avoid the burning chemicals.

* AtomBell naturally trips and falls pretty much right underneath the grenade.

* Cerberus her long and soft fur takes fire so easily that it's almost like looking at a plushie burn, then you see the eyes of the foal and the horro and pain of burning alive in her face and realize the tragedy in the scene

* AtomBell can't see much beyond the burning of her own flesh and armor.

<uSea_a_GM> Even with the flames licking at your ears you can hear a yell from above: "That wasn't very nice! You made Romper really angry!"

<uSea_a_GM> Meanwhile, one of the slaver mooks recovers long enough to fire at Spectre as she grins in the doorway. At such close range he couln't miss.

* Spectre sees the wave of fire erupt from the room where her friends are and turns back to the remaining slaver, the fire from the incendiary grenade reflecting the fire in her eyes from rage, getting shot only compounding it "You're going to die now." All mirth has drained from her face.

<uSea_a_GM> The other struggles to free himself from the storeroom shelves, his ribs probably broken. Through as haze of pain he fires his shotgun towards Milia, who was standing outside

<uSea_a_GM> 1d100 (60/2)+15

<uSea_a_GM> ((wrong channel))

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* Milia grits her teeth. "Still awake, chucklefuck? I can fix that!" She hears the fwoosh of flames and the bang of explosions coming from down the hallway. Milia takes her eyes off the slaver in front of her to look back down the hallway just long enough for him to get an extraordinarily well placed shot off. As the buckshot sinks into her flesh, she yelps in pain, coughing up blood.

<Milia> "Foal of a...*grrk*...BITCH!" she screams.

<uSea_a_GM> The slaver grins, blood running down his face. "Got more where that came from!" he yells, fighting just to sit up in place.

* Milia wobbles back and forth on her hooves. "You won't after I'm done with you...you slaving piece of shit..." she snarls.

* Artifica is burning!!!  She screams, prancing in place in pain.  She looks vaguely like neapolitan ice cream on fire.

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* Milia snaps her attention back to the slaver who just buckshot her. "RRAAARGH!" she howls in blind anger as she stomps down on his head with her two forehooves. "YOU GODDESS DAMN WORTHLESS PILE OF EQUINE GARBAGE WASTE OF FUCKING OXYGEN!" she continues to scream as she overkills the stallion.

* Milia stops brutalizing the now dead pony, breathing heavily and covered in a mixture of gore, both from her own bleeding and the slaver's. She manages to withdraw a small jar of thick paste, opening it and scooping out a large hoofful to her open wounds, stopping the bleeding.

* Milia then moves into the last room, moving past Spectre and Geldnir and heading to the remaining slaver. She was still furious, and needed to kill something else. Or at least try!

* Milia makes a series of rapid kicks to the revolver wielding slaver. Her third one misses, though, the exhaustion and blood loss clearly taking their toll in the zebra.

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* Spectre watches the zebra pound on the slaver then simply aims the shotgun at the last enemy and fires twice.

* AtomBellEating struggles to her hooves, still alight

* Cerberus desperately rolls on the floor trying to kill the flames

* AtomBellEating takes note that both Artifica and Berry seem to have been stricken with the same affliction.

* Cerberus finally the foal stops burning, but is still screaing oin panic and tries to get out from the burning room

<AtomBellEating> "Go Berry!  Go!"

* AtomBellEating turns to Artifica, her own flames flickering.

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* AtomBellEating swivels her head between Short Stop and Artifca.  Starting with the reformed slaver, or whatever he was, she shoved him to the ground and rolled him about.

* uSea_a_GM gives voice to Geldnir

* Geldnir runs over to the burning foal and attempts to put her flames.

* AtomBellEating trots over to the unicorn with the intention of doing the same thing.

<AtomBellEating> "Hand on Arty!"

<uSea_a_GM> With AtomBell's help Short Stop is no longer on fire, yay!

<AtomBellEating> *Hang

<uSea_a_GM> Artifica manages to put out her flames with Atom's help, leaving the pegasus the only one left burning!

* Artifica gasps, whimpering, and looks to AtomBell with unabashed thankfulness.  She turns to the others, looking to see how hurt they are.

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