Shiokaraiken Gaiden - Stage 3: Waiting for the Bus

ThatBaka:
On the previous Gaiden, uncovered the box of secret goodies from dirty Sanchez, and what followed was a giant shootout of epic proportions and lots of replicant-ing. After that frightening scene, your story made some headlines, and you were treated to a moment of much-needed rest. But it wasn't soon before you had to observe just what on earth this mystery box entailed.
ThatBaka: (( *YOU uncovered the box, I'm off to a great start ))
Strider Azure: (( is it just MT's part, or do you want to do parts of mine later on? Cool either way. ))
BU2B: (( don't you mean it wasn't LONG before? (waiting) ))
BU2B: (( your start keeps getting better ))

ThatBaka:
You're too far ahead right now, so we're probably gonna focus on MT

ThatBaka:
it indeed does
BU2B: (( we just have four different side sessions this week - Twilt's, Darius', MT's, and Al's ))

Linne:
Linne rests her fingers on her chin, looking somewhat disappointed. "It's all a bunch of old junk at first glance. I suppose it must be valuable, but it doesn't tell us much of what made this payload so damn important as to risk their lives over it."
Chris: (( Also, for some reason I can't delete the Ci on this map lol ))

Ci:
Cieling Ci watches you masterbate 눈_눈
BU2B: (( ciel-ing Ci? ))
Chris: (( *Banpai ))
Chris: (( You know she was putting that invisibility to good use. ))
Chris: (( If I was invisible, I would just watch you in your room. ))
BU2B: (( you'd be watching me dig dust out of my computer tower with a knife ))

Linne:
She follows up with a bang on her table. "But enough about that. I've been long overdue for an explanation here."

Chris:
Chris looks up with a start. Before Linne banged on the table, he appears to be lost in thought, his right hand propping up his head as he tries to piece together the importance of the random briefcase junk, "Whoa, what's up?"

Linne:
Linne shoots you an untrustworthy glance. "Were you paying attention at all? We may be partners, but I've made it abundantly clear I plan on cracking just what's the case behind these 'replicants.' Starting with yours."

Chris:
"I've been trying to figure out what's so special about this stuff here. It just looks like junk paperwork and such." Chris adjusts his glasses, "And I've told you, I plan on giving you whatever answers I can. . .no need to make an interrogation out of it."

Linne:
Linne adjusts her cap and clears her throat. "Sorry. I'm not used to finally having another user to talk to. Feels more and more like some kind of 'secret club' I was never invited to. Anyway..."
tirkaroKujo:
The goods in the box seem to be stacks upon stacks of old, rough-looking papers scribbled on in a mutitude of languages, some in english, some in Japanese, and some in a strange language you're not familiar with. Some detail what seem to be old-fashioned occultist rituals, while other detail a few maps, but they're hard to decode. Next to it is some boxes containing what look like small old statues and artifacts, depicting some humanoid figures.

Linne:
"So...you have any idea when your 'special ability' manifested? Were you even aware of it?"

Linne:
Linne looks at her book of notes, and nervously glances around in case anyone else may be dropping in.

Chris:
Chris mulls it over for a second, trying to place exactly the first time he became aware of Celldweller's existence. "Hrmm, I would say probably when I was eighteen or nineteen." The young man chuckles to himself, "Damn near gave me a heartattack."

Linne:
"I see...consider yourself...lucky? You've certainly had your ability longer than I have. It's certainly a unique specimen..." Linne jots down a few notes.

Linne:
"Next, I want to ask you something. Don't worry, you won't get in trouble if you ask honestly, I just feel I need this answer: Have you ever allowed your Replicant to cause harm to another human being?"

Linne:
"Well, prior to joining the force of course. You don't need to explain what happened prior to today."

Chris:
"Prior to the force? No. I've never been one for fighting and I know all too well that causing trouble like that, even if it is with something most people can't see, is a fast track to having your dreams of being an officer shot down." Chris adjusts his glasses once more, "Besides, I try to limit my use of Celldweller as much as I can. Having one of these 'Replicants' tends to make you a target for other users. I'm sure you've experienced that yourself."

Linne:
"I theorize that's exactly how it works. Hearing from reports, a common phenomenon is the tendency for replicant users to attract one another by circumstance. In fact, we may have just been subject to it right now. Funny how that works, huh?" Linne taps her pen on her chin.

Chris:
"It's all very possible. I've-" Chris stops mid-sentence as he hears someone step into the room. "-Found nothing of particular interest here. It may've just been a red herring." He finishes without missing a beat.

Copeland:
Chief Copeland knocks on the door, but quickly excuses himself in before you can respond. "Excuse me? Hope I'm not running into anything too personal here..."

Linne:
Linne shakes her head. "It's nothing. What's the situation, Copeland?"

Copeland:
"Yes, well, first I want to say congratulations for the stunning takedown yesterday. But don't relax just yet. We have another case for you two. I'd like to say it's one less inclined towards senseless carnage, but..."

Chris:
"Things tend to turn that way on a whim in this city, don't they?"

Linne:
Linne puts her head down. "Just give us the report, Cope. We'll see to it. C'mon Chris, we can continue talking about this in the car."

Chris:
Chris stands up and pushes his chair back in, "Of course. Ladies first."

Copeland:
"Godspeed then, officers." Copeland hands you the papers and quickly makes on his way.

Linne:
Linne holds her cap and looks down at the reports. Seems there's been two seperate incidents going on. One involving an unknown assailant in a large vehicle, and another involving an officer being killed by brutal means. It's largely believed these two incidents are related.

Chris:
"Think it's another user?"

Linne:
Linne pulls down the peak of her cap. "Think so? At this point, I know so." She moves towards the car, and enters the seat.

Chris:
"Tch, guess that's sort of a no brainer at this point, hmm?"

Linne:
"Going by these descriptions, it seems the officer was killed by head trauma so great, his cranial region shattered like glass. I wonder just what the purpose of that is..."

Linne:
Linne gives a deep sigh and drives off. "I'm not even sure who the hell got killed here...but I'll make them pay. One way or another."

Chris:
"Intimidation, I'd assume. No real reason for it otherwise." Chris glances out the window as they drive, "Wouldn't be surprised if this was directed at us for our involvement last night..."

Linne:
"Such backhanded behavior I've come to expect from this place's seedy underbelly..." Linne stares forward with increased determination. "Another thing I need to ask you; Ever have any encounters with other replicants prior to our meeting?"

Chris:
"A few. This city seems to be a hotspot for them although I can't seem to figure out why." The young man lets out a sigh before continuing his window staring, "New Easton is plenty violent on its own, so I can only assume that's part of the reason users are drawn here.

Chris:
"

Linne:
"Tell me about it...Ah, here. This must be the scene of the crime..." You drive up to a crowded scene, with the forensics crew analyzing every minute detail. "May as well extort some answers here."

Chris:
"Extort is such a nasty word for it," Chris replies with a grin.

Sanglier:
One of Linne's more heavyset partners looks around the scene, telling outsiders to back off as per usual. He of course makes an exception for you. "Ah, Offisaur Linne! And dat otha guy! I tells ya, some real punkasses out dere...got some nerve tryin' to start this with the force!"

Chris:
Chris glances around, surveying the area. "Do they have an estimated time of death yet?"

Sanglier:
"Pretty dang recent, really. Dannie's feedback went flat about an hour or two ago. It's a cryin' shame."
Chris: (( What time is it now? ))

Linne:
Linne opens her eyes. "Did...did you say Dannie? You can't mean, -that- Dannie, right?"

Sanglier:
"Ooooh yeah, he worked with your pops back then in the past, didn't he? Man, that guy's been around for a while."
Sanglier: (( it's pretty late, about 6 or 7:30 or so ))
Sanglier: (( actually probably just 7:30 ))

Linne:
"Damn..." Linne rubs her chin. "No doubt about it...whoever is doing this is playing hard. The bastard..."

Chris:
"That early? So the killing took place most likely during a fairly busy time...were there any witnesses?" Chris turns to Linne, "Someone you knew?"

Linne:
Linne sighs. "I know just about everyone on the force. We're not very well-spread these days. Still, Dannie was always like an uncle to me. We didn't get along very well all the time, but...damn. I can't believe he's just...gone like that. So quickly."

Sanglier:
"Not many witnesses, strangely enough, but we do have enough info. Seems it was a mysterious figure, obscured in smoke all the time. Must've been the work of smoke bombs."

Chris:
"I can only wonder if this was intended to be personally directed at you..." Chris pauses for a moment, "Smoke bombs...? I wonder if that figure I saw at the last crime scene had something to do with this...?"

Sanglier:
"He was also being followed by a large vehicle. Some say it was a bus. Or a truck. Nobody's really given us a good look at da thing. Eitha way, must have an asston of potential perps on our hands."

Linne:
"Whoever it is, let it be known: The fist of justice is gonna crash down on them like a meteor shower. Every last one of 'em..."

Chris:
"Tchhhhh..." Chris runs his hand through his hair, "If only we knew where to start..."
Thrice is disconnected.

Linne:
"Kuh...has there at least been any reports on where this mystery man and his vehicle was recently?"

Sanglier:
Sanglier shakes his head. "Closest thing we've heard is that it took to the highway past New Hope and Bicknell, or at least that's where it was before. No telling if it's anywhere close anymore."

Linne:
"Then screw it. We're starting there. C'mon Chris, we got a case on our hands."

Chris:
"Right..." Chris nods and heads back to the car, "If only we had some solid leads to go off of..."

Linne:
Linne gives a hearty sigh. "I'm all too used to having no solid leads these days. Say what you will about replicants, but goddamn are they hard to track. They leave no fingerprints, little real evidence, and what evidence exists is far too absurd for most people to comprehend. And there's the whole reality-bending angle to it, aarrgghhh..."

Linne:
She sits in the car and fires it up. "But that won't stop me. I'll spend all day looking for these freaks if I have to. It's not just about duty. It's about doing what's right."

Chris:
"On the bright side, some of these scumbags are far too willing to summon up their Replicants at every chance they get...it's the ones that hide it that are the real problem."

Linne:
Linne floors it, blinking undettered as the city scenery goes by. "I get the feeling our more dangerous friends may be catching on soon. Thankfully, a lot of them are blissfully incompetant."

Chris:
"..." Chris fastens his seatbelt as Linne picks up the speed, "Likewise, I have a feeling that their target was intentionally picked as someone close to you. I'm sure word has spread among their circles as to who took that briefcase." Chris pauses for a second and sighs, "I'd be legitimately surprised if they didn't know more or less everythng about us at this point."

Linne:
Linne's expression only grows ever more mellow. "No need to tell me that. Be you cop, scumbag, or anassuming busybody, you're probably a constant target for anyone else afflicted by these powers. It's like something out of a comic book...except these superpowers are far easier to hide..."

Linne:
"And it's one thing to target us, but to target everyone around us as well? That's just plain dirty. I'd expect no less...but it's still dirty."

Chris:
"...speaking of comic books. At the restaurant last night, after we took care of that Replicant...I mentioned it but never really got to explain." Chris clears his throat and glances out the window once more, "I saw someone outside. Looked like a goddamn ninja, had a sword and everything. He was only there for a splitsecond before he ran off.

Linne:
"I heard you mention that before. Think he's connected to this mess or something? Wait, why am I asking...of course he is..."

Chris:
"I don't know who the hell he was, but it looks like we've got nutbar vigilantes running around...give people power and they'll think they can do anything...for better or worse."

Linne:
"That's one upside I guess. We're not entirely alone in this. These freaks are really good at picking eachother off. It's just like Misfortune Mayhem in a way. Still, I'd prefer to not rely on thier buffoonery too much."

Chris:
"And that's the downside, they're too good at picking each other off. When they have the power to solve their own problems, they'll solve them with deadly force. It's human nature, so it seems."

Chris:
"Also..." Chris turns to Linne, changing the subject, "Since you asked me, I feel it's only right that I'm able to ask you. When did you discover you had a Replicant?"

Linne:
"Heh. I was waiting for you to ask..." Linne makes a sharp right turn. "To be honest, I discovered it while locked in combat with another user. If it didn't awaken right then and there, I'd be deader than a doornail."

Linne:
"It wasn't a really glamorous fight. The damn punk lured me into a hallway, and unleashed a giant, black...thing. I'm not even sure how to describe it."

Chris:
"Perhaps this means the Replicants are summoned when the user is in danger. Or perhaps it just has to do with their current emotional state. Anger, perhaps? Fear? Maybe it's different for each person..."

Linne:
"Fear? Anger? I certainly felt a good mixture of those. Certainly, these replicant-using types tend to fall under a few noticable archetypes. They often stand out in a way."

Linne:
"Of course, when it did awaken, I well...I ened up killing the assailant. In fact, I'll let you in on a little secret. I have a habit of killing these users after all is said and done. I mean, these battles are pretty lethal..."

Chris:
"...so I assume that's part of why you asked me the second question?" Chris once more turns to face out the window, analyzing Linne's behavior. "Now...did you tell me that because you trust me. . .or simply because you know nobody would believe me if I told anyone due to it being Replicant related?"

Linne:
"..." Linne drives for a moment in silence. "I just needed to come clean."

Linne:
"I just know that there's no reliable way to contain them. Put them in jail? They'll break out before you know it. We're talking about freaks with hidden superpowers here. Very few people know how to deal with them....so I just..."

Chris:
"Well your secret's safe with me...but I'd be lying if I didn't say you're treading risky ground with that logic." He stops and adjusts his glasses, still facing away from Linne, "It's dangerous to play judge, jury and executioner...for a multitude of reasons."

Linne:
Linne begins to turn sullen. "I know, it's just...if I could somehow change everyone, I could but it...it's just hard...it's just..." Linne's stops the car, realizing she can proceed no further. This is because a droopy man is shambling in front of it.

Droopy man:
"Uuugh uuuuu" He moans, clutching his head.

Chris:
"I didn't mean to tear you down on that one. . ." Chris mutters, turning to face Linne, unaware of why she stopped. His attention however is drawn to the man in the middle of the road. "Tch, drunks in the way...why am I not surprised."

Linne:
"Kuh. Typical. Hold on, I'll handle this.." Linne opens the car door.

Droopy man:
"Uuuugh uuuu" the man moans some more.

Linne:
"Alright, alright, just get off the road now and..."

Sattelite High:
Once the man turns around, it's revealed that a strange creature has been chewing at the back of his head.

Chris:
From the car, Chris spots a strange figure latched onto the man, "Linne!" The young man gets out of the car in a hurry, his gun drawn, "Looks like we've got one...!"

Linne:
"Huh?" Linne looks closer, and then draws her gun once she realizes what's going on. "Figures. It's the work of a replicant user..."

Droopy man:
"Uuururuuuruuuuu!" The zombified man rushes forth at Linne, attempting to pin her down
Chris: (( Anything I can roll to stop him short of an Init roll? ))

Linne:
Linne just barely holds off the shambling husk of a man with her arms. "D-damn! Shoot it already!"
Linne: (( jsut an attack roll ))

Chris:
« 1d6 = 5 »

Sattelite High:
"Kreeee!" The fishy-looking thing gets shot in the head, falling to the ground, and disinegrates into a puddle of blood.

Linne:
Linne gets herself together and kicks the husk down. "Shit..." She takes a deep breath. "Hell was that?"

Chris:
"Zombies?" Chris replies with a grin.

Linne:
Linne shudders. "Don't even joke about that. I hate zombies."

Chris:
"Really? Don't really seem the type to be spooked by b-movie monsters."

Linne:
Linne steps forward, gun drawn, looking for who may be the perpetrator here. "I avoid horror movies for a reason. Who the hell wants to see exploitative garbage like that? Not me, for sure. "

Chris:
This news amuses Chris to no end, "What about Night of the Living Dead? Dawn of the Dead? Day of the Dead? None of that?"

Linne:
"Alright, whoever's doing this better come out now..." Linne quietly whispers as she looks around with her gun, scanning the unusually empty highway road.

Linne:
"No, no, nothing with Dead in the title! God damn!"

Chris:
"Heh, calm down, I'm just trying to lighten the mood..." Chris examines the body to see if he's still breathing.

Droopy man:
The man seems to be just barely breathing. His head isn't in very good condition and kinda bleeding out, but y'know, he's breathing.

Chris:
"...joking aside, we should call this one in. He's losing a lot of blood..."

Linne:
"Alright, just call an ambulance. I'll just have to check a little here if...okay seriously, if anyone, ANYONE is out there, say something!"

Sattelite High:
"Squiru?" A small fishy thing pops out from the corner to see just why there's such a ruckus

Chris:
Chris picks up the radio and makes a call requesting an ambulance to their location. He also keeps periodically touching the back of his head uneasily, as if reassuring himself nothing is there.

Linne:
"Well, at least there's one of them. The user anywhere? This is just getting annoy-"

Sattelite High:
A whole swarm of these things pop in from the corner, as the sound of large squeaky wheels come rumbling in.

Chris:
"...we may need a backup unit here as well, asap!" Chris hangs the radio back up and steps forward to stand next to Linne, "Well this went to shit fast, hmm?"

Linne:
Linne begins to scowl and holds her gun up. "What a strange replicant...but at least it's not shy in the slightest. Now show yourself, heathen!"
tirkaroKujo:
~Squeeeeeeee....~ The sound of a large, rusted vehicle rings through the air as the user finally shows itself off in the corner.

Crazy Bus:
"Vrrrrmrmrmrmrrrrrr...." Its engine rumbles in a low tone. A bus comes out from the corner, absolutely swarmed in those bat things, from its roof to its window.

Linne:
Linne steps back. "Th-that's...I think I've heard of that thing before..."

Chris:
"A bus...well that's one strange mode of transportation I guess..."

Linne:
"That's the 'haunted bus' from all those freakish stories. Shoulda seen replicants being behind this mess from the start....still, what could it possibly have to do with the people who killed Dannie? This just doesn't make sense..."

Chris:
"An inanimate object with a Replicant...? Never seen that..."

Crazy Bus:
"VrrrmrmmmrrRRRRRR..." The bus begins to roar its engine

Linne:
"There's something fishy about this and I don't like it one bit...damn. I'm not about to let it get away so easily..."

Crazy Bus:
'VRRRMMM!" The engine grows increasingly agitated
Strider Azure: (( >Crazy bus ))
Strider Azure: (( top lel ))

Chris:
The young man shrugs, "This is just getting ridiculous..." He looks at the bus, partially puzzled by the situation, "I guess we're going to have to take it down though. . ."

Crazy Bus:
"VRRRM!" The angry bus charges forward, just barely scraping by Linne.

Linne:
"Guhr...FUCK! Get in the car! We'll have to do this the hard way!"

Chris:
"...what're you planning?!"

Crazy Bus:
The bus turns around and charges back, onto the open road.

Chris:
"...shit!"

Linne:
"We're going after that bus, that's what!"

Radio:
NOW PLAYING Daisuke Ishiwatari - Capital Railway http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JAMxSBygsgg

Crazy Bus:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6

Chris:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 2 + 2 = 4

Linne:
Linne steps the hell on the gas, sending the police car zooming forward. "This isn't gonna be an easy fight! For the sake of everyone..."

Linne:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 2 + 0 = 2 Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5
Chris: (( Okay, so just so I know so I don't have to ask later. What would my basic attacks do to Crazy Bus since it has 2 Stamina? I have 1 Strength. ))
Linne: (( just 1 ))
Chris: (( I see said the blind man. So my 1d10 special would do 1d6? ))
Linne: (( yeah, it's two die sizes lower ))
Chris: (( kk. ))

Chris:
"Let's see if I can't take out this thing's tires..." Chris tries his hardest to steady his aim as Linne speeds along the crazed automobile! « 1d6+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »

Chris:
Chris uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
« 1+1+1+1 = 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 4 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 3 hit points.

Sattelite High 1:
A sattelite high jumps in the way of your gunshot, killing the thing and turning it into a small puddle of blood

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus' rooftop begins to open, revealing....

Missile:
A mortar shell! It flies up into the air, looming over your vehicle....

Chris:
"...you've got to be fucking kidding me...!"

Sattelite High:
"Skreeeech!" The Sattelite highs begin to cough up blood onto the bus' tires, and swarm around it....

Linne:
"is that....a MISSILE? On a bus? What the hell is going on?!"

Chris:
"Not a clue...and I'm concerned about what those things are doing too...!"

Linne:
"Grr...too much to focus on...try to shoot it down!" Linne focuses on taking out the bats...

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 » "What even IS this thing?"

Linne:
« 1d4+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 » "D-damn..."

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 4 hit points.
Timer reset! 99 seconds on the clock!
Timer falls from 99 to 96!

Crazy Bus:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d6): 2 + 0 = 2 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 3 + 0 = 3

Linne:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 Control (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7

Linne:
Linne continues to floor the road. "I just hope this won't result in too much colateral damage..."

Chris:
Initiative (1d8): 3 + 0 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 4 + 2 = 6

Linne:
Linne cuts the crap and tries to shoot the missile out of the sky!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+1+2 = 6 + 1 + 2 = 9 » "How has something like this gone undetected for so long?"

Missile:
The missle shatters and explodes in mid-air, creating a sizable force of pressure as it does.
Chris: (( Any noticeable results from that explosion? ))

Linne:
Linne ducks down, being shook a bit from the explosion. Nevertheless, you seemed to have scraped off fine. "Alright! Hurry up and take the damn thing out!"

Chris:
« 1d6+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 » "I'm trying...!"

Crazy Bus:
Meets the defense

Chris:
« 1d6+2 = 4 + 2 = 6 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 5 hit points.

Crazy Bus:
"Vrrmmrmmrrmmm...." The Bus gets irritated and charges forward at an incredible speed

Linne:
"Shit! That thing is fast!" Linne doesn't cease flooring it.
Timer falls from 96 to 90!

Crazy Bus:
 2 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 4 + 0 = 4 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 6 + 0 = 6

Linne:
 Initiative (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7 1 FS used! Control (1d10): 2 + 0 = 2

Linne:
"Argh...it's getting too far away..."

Chris:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 5 + 0 = 5 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 5 + 2 = 7

Chris:
"This is just too weird..."

Linne:
Linne brings the heat as fast as she can. "This is gonna get real messy! Liberation shot!" She fires her gun from out the window

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+2+1 = 6 + 2 + 1 = 9 » "Aim for the...I don't know, ANYTHING!"

Linne:
« 1d4+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 1 hit points.

Chris:
"First Person Shooter!" Chris exclaims, rapid firing shots at the bus' tires. For all the abuse they've taken, they're still going quite strong!

Chris:
Chris uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
« 1d6+2 = 5 + 2 = 7 »

Chris:
« 1d6+2 = 1 + 2 = 3 »

Crazy Bus:
Skreeech...! The bus begins to spin out of control!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 2 hit points.

Chris:
"Shit! Hit the breaks!"

Crazy Bus:
SKRRRCH!

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
"I'm hitting them as hard as I can!"

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
« 1d6+1+2 = 5 + 1 + 2 = 8 »

Crazy Bus:
The bus bashes into you, damaging you both, and sending the car flying up!

Crazy Bus:
« 1d8+1 = 6 + 1 = 7 »

Linne:
Linne loses 7 hit points.

Chris:
Chris loses 7 hit points.

Crazy Bus:
The bus regains control, and the swarm swims up towards your flying car, intending to do god knows what!

Chris:
"Shit!" Chris instinctually swings his arm to the side to try and keep Linne from smashing her face into the wheel as he tries to brace himself on the ceiling.

Linne:
"Shitshitshitshitshit..." Linne holds onto whatever she can for now

Crazy Bus:
That was also a harry so you have -1 die size on your init rolls
Timer falls from 90 to 87!

Linne:
Linne concentrates and regains 1 Fighting Spirit.

Linne:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2

Crazy Bus:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 1 + 0 = 1 1 FS used! Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5

Chris:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 3 + 2 = 5

Killswitch Engage:
"GUURRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Killswitch Engage comes back out and holds onto the car, sending it's pointer finger of guidance forward
TWILT is disconnected.
TWILT has connected.

Linne:
"I won't take this lying down! Go!"

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Chris: (( You're a ? ))

Linne:
Linne uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+3+1 = 6 + 3 + 1 = 10 » "This isn't enough to stop me!"

Linne:
« 1d4+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 3 hit points.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player MarthTrinity (Player)

Chris:
"Guess now's as good a time as any...! Celldweller!"

Chris:
"Own Little World!"

Chris:
« 1d6+2+2 = 3 + 2 + 2 = 7 »
Chris: (( Oops, that was actually supposed to be six. ))
Chris: (( Only had one left over control ))

Chris:
Chris uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Crazy Bus: (( you indeed only ever have 1 left over from control ))
Crazy Bus: (( as that bonus only goes up to 1 ))

Celldweller:
The replicant's stomach tears open as chains spray out from its insides, covering the crazed bus! « 1d4 = 2 » + Harry + Entangle

Crazy Bus:
"SkKRRKKVRRM?" The Bus is bound down by sudden shackles...

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 1 hit points.

Linne:
The car comes crashing down with a THUD! Thankfully it did so before the bus could do anything further, as it's currently being tied down by mettalic cages.

Linne:
"Uughgh..." Linne gets up and shakes her head, staring out the window. "Alright! I knew you'd come in handy here! Now wail on it!"

Linne:
 Initiative (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5

Crazy Bus:
 Initiative (1): 1 + 0 = 1 2 FS used! Control (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3

Chris:
Initiative (1d8): 3 + 0 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 1 + 2 = 3

Linne:
"Hiiyaaaaaaah!" Linne opens the car door and throws a large swarm of pistols from her pockets. They surround the bus in every direction, pointing in a slew of haphazard locations

Killswitch Engage:
Killswitch then fires a beam from its finger, brandishing the bus with a giant「ENGAGE」marking

Linne:
*Camera closes up to Linne's face" "NOW! COLLETERAL CATASTROPHE!"

Killswitch Engage:
Killswitch fires a beam at the pistol, causing them all to go off, and homes the bullets at every angle of the bus!

Linne:
Linne uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+3+2 = 2 + 3 + 2 = 7 »

Killswitch Engage:
« 1d8+2 = 5 + 2 = 7 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 6 hit points.

Linne:
"Damn...this thing just isn't budging an inch...."

Chris:
"Who would've thought it'd be so hard to take down a goddamn bus...and what the hell are those tires made of...?!"

Crazy Bus:
"VRRRMMMRRMM" the crazy bus tries to escape from its shackles...
Timer falls from 87 to 86!
Timer falls from 86 to 80!
Crazy Bus: (( I totally forgot to do those ))
Chris: (( Skipped my turn :( ))

Chris:
« 1d6+2 = 5 + 2 = 7 »

Chris:
« 1+1+1 = 1 + 1 + 1 = 3 »

Chris:
Chris uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 2 hit points.
Chris: (( Now ur gud ))

Strider Azure:
pfft if I was there I would have cut that bus in half (D)

Crazy Bus:
The bus breaks free from the bindings and drives forward!

Sattelite High 7:
The sattelite highs open the back compartment and in the back is...a bevy of missiles! Each of the fishy things begin to manually ride one of them, and surround you from all angles!

Linne:
"...Okay, now this is just getting stupid 눈_눈"

Chris:
"Grr...! This is getting ridiculous now!"

Sattelite High 10:
Yes, yes! You may have remembered this from the Jet Jaguar or whatever fight! It's one of THOSE moves!

Sattelite High 10:
It's time to play scripted QTE sequence! OF THE DEAD!

Linne:
pls don't say dead
Chris: (( OVERKILL! ))

Sattelite High 7:
The goal is simple! Say "ready" and you'll be given a word!

Sattelite High 7:
Type that word before I count down to complete the QTE!
Chris: (( Aw hell ))

Missile 2:
The missiles begin to swarm all around you!
Chris: (( Ready ))

Linne:
"Shit..shit! Shoot them down! I'll try and manuever the car around them!"
Linne: (( okay now type ready ))
Chris: (( ready ))
sneaky pebbles

Sattelite High 9:
5

Sattelite High 9:
4

Sattelite High 9:
3

Chris:
sneaky pebbles

Sattelite High 9:
One of the missiles fires right towards you, but you just barely manage to shoot it down! Get ready though, because there's two more of these in a row
Chris: (( ready ))
rocket lawnchair
Sattelite High 9:
4
Sattelite High 9:
3
Sattelite High 9:
2
Sattelite High 9:
1
Sattelite High 9:
X

Chris:
rocket lawnchair
Sattelite High 9:
One of the missiles explodes right near you, blasting you with a destructive force! « 1d6 = 1 »

Chris:
"Fuck! Sorry!"

Linne:
"Guhh..." Linne slams on the gas, undeterred. "Good thing I just barely moved out of that blast..."
Linne: (( that's an unavoidable damage roll btw ))

Chris:
Chris loses 1 hit points.
Chris: (( ready ))

Sattelite High 7:
More missiles begin to fire out from the bus' compartment! Firing this shot will allow you to deal damage to the bus itself!
what is a man

Sattelite High 7:
5

Sattelite High 7:
4

Chris:
what is a man

Sattelite High 7:
The missiles get shot right out of the sky, creating a force that effects the bus itself, toppling it forth! « 1d6 = 3 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 3 hit points.

Chris:
"Hah! Got that one...!"

Crazy Bus:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d6): 3 + 0 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 8 + 0 = 8

Linne:
"Good shootin' there! I think we may have this thing on the ropes!"

Chris:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 6 + 2 = 8

Linne:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 6 + 0 = 6 Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5
Chris: (( BUS FLOURISH? ))

Sattelite High 11:
Sure, if you wanna call flourish, let's do it
Chris: (( I'm not sure how I feel about my luck in this situation. ))
Chris: (( BUT YEAH, go ahead Linne, then we flourish ))

Sattelite High 5:
An agitated swarm of Sattelite highs begins to buzz over the bus...

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
"May my shot never miss! Collateral shot!" « 1d6+2+1 = 1 + 2 + 1 = 4 »

Crazy Bus:
But it misses and clings on the pavement!
Agi has connected.
Chris: (( Oh noes :O ))

Sattelite High 5:
"KREEEEEEEEE!" The Sattelite Highs get mad now, and begin to swarm all over you!

Sattelite High 5:
« 1d10 = 8 »
Chris: (( FUCK ))
Chris: (( ALWAYS ))

Chris:
« 1d10 = 4 »
Chris: (( Goddammit ))
Chris: (( [1d10 ))
Chris: (( « 1d10 = 3 » ))
Agi: (( [1d10[ ))
Agi: (( « 1d10 = 4 » I'm helping ))
Chris: (( « 1d10 = 7 » ))
Chris: (( « 1d10 = 6 » ))

Sattelite High 11:
The buggers skritch and skratch you! « 1d10 = 3 »
Chris: (( « 1d10 = 3 » ))

Chris:
Chris loses 3 hit points.

Linne:
"Guh! Get away!"
Chris: (( Should've just supered the fucker and been done with it. I never win flourishes (SAD) ))
Thrice has connected.

Killswitch Engage:
Killswitch swats them all down, leading them to return back to their leader.

Chris:
"Ngh! Blasted rats with wings...!"

Crazy Bus:
 Initiative (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 8 + 0 = 8

Chris:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 6 + 0 = 6 2 FS used! Control (1d10): 7 + 2 = 9

Linne:
 Initiative (1d8): 8 + 0 = 8 1 FS used! Control (1d10): 4 + 0 = 4
Chris: (( Dayum gurl you speedy. ))
Agi: (( Linne's actually getting to do things this time? ))

Linne:
"I think I see the smoke rising! It's time to end this!"

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Chris: (( She used a Super. ))

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Agi: (( ooh ))

Linne:
« 1d6+1+2 = 2 + 1 + 2 = 5 » "Justice Barrage!"
Thrice:
Agi why're you bothering with OOC
Thrice:
hell it takes up MORE space

Linne:
« 1d4 = 1 » "IYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAAAA!" An unending swarm of bullets puncture the mechanism!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 1 hit points.
Thrice:
This is gonna be a while, isn't it?
Agi:
yes it is
Chris: (( Gonna be daaaaaays ))
Chris: (( Super time though! ))

Chris:
"Celldweller! Reel this bastard in! Welcome to the End!"

Chris:
Chris uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
« 1d6+3+1 = 2 + 3 + 1 = 6 »

Crazy Bus:
Curse my inability for my defense to be higher than 3
Agi: (( I'd HOPE it has some amount of breakthrough anyway ))
Agi:
right, no need for ook ook
Thrice:
Maybe you could, like, call for backup? Offer Penguin a hot dicking for her assistance?
Agi:
look at their health bars, they're fine.

Sattelite High:
backup is currently assisting an almost dead old guy right now
Thrice:
You lied to me
Thrice:
Manta rays aren't bats, they're manta rays
Agi:
and then Thrice left in a huff

Celldweller:
With a terrible scream of agony, Celldweller tears itself free from the frame that binds it! Thrusting its arms forward, chains tears free from its palms, stabbing into the back of the speeding truck! With tremendous force, Celldweller yanks the bus backwards a small ways, pulling it to a relative stop...or at least halting it momentarily! That's all the replicant needs however as a black cage surrounds it fully, obscuring the crazy bus! Moments later, a shower of steel bars come flying in from seemingly nowhere, each stabbing through the black void and into the bus!

BU2B:
not quite, but you're getting close

Celldweller:
After a moment, Celldweller is bound again, the black void vanishing around Crazy Bus to reveal that it's punctured repeatedly by metal bars all throughout its frame! « 1d10+6 = 9 + 6 = 15 »
Crazy Bus: (( I assume that accounts for stamina, right ))
Celldweller: (( Tis normally 1d12, yea ))

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 14 hit points.
Celldweller: (( Also increased stun and harry ))

Crazy Bus:
"Skrrrchchhcchh..." The bus begins wobbling, sharp edges of metal crunching and flaying off after the bindings go away. Its shattered windows begin to shimmer with the blood of the many Sattelite Highs within it.

Linne:
"It's definitely on the ropes now!"

Linne:
 Initiative (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7 Control (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7

Crazy Bus:
>can never be Stunned or Knocked Down

Crazy Bus:
oh well that's just lovely
Chris: (( Works for me, I can't attack when an enemy's stunned, even if they are a Crazy Bus. ))

Crazy Bus:
 Initiative (1d4): 1 + 0 = 1 Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6

Chris:
Initiative (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 2 + 2 = 4

Chris:
"Ladies first!" Chris yells out, giving Linne the honors of blasting away at Crazy Bus.
Chris: (( And quick! Before we get hit with fire ninpo! ))

Linne:
"Alright, it's slowing down! Quick, take the wheel! I'm gonna try and hit it where it hurts!"
Agi:
aand there comes the exhaustion
Agi:
gonna sleep folks, keep beating this bus for me

Killswitch Engage:
With assistance from Killswitch, Linne jumps out the window and runs up to the roof of a nearby building, getting a better vantage point of the bus

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
"W-...what?!" Chris leans out the window to see where the hell exactly Linne went...! Before realizing he's been left to drive! The young man quickly takes the wheel!

Linne:
« 1d6+2+1 = 1 + 2 + 1 = 4 » "Now I see! And now you die!"

Crazy Bus:
Oh if only I didn't forget to use FS

Linne:
« 1d4+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 3 hit points.

Chris:
Chris leans out the window, attempting to take another shot at the enemy bus!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
Chris uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
« 1d6+1+1 = 2 + 1 + 1 = 4 »
Chris: (( Well there ya go, you dodged one ))

Crazy Bus:
But the shot deflects!

Crazy Bus:
"Whiirrruuu" The Crazy Bus unloads two rockets from its windows, being fired by the manta creatures!

Crazy Bus:
They take aim at both of you!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
Chris uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
« 1d6+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 »
Chris: (( Evasion is four, so that misses with the +1 o3o ))
Chris: (( Unless that was for Linne first. ))
Linne: (( how exactly do you have 4 evasion again ))

Linne:
"Giii!" Linne jumps up and narrowly dodges the rocket!
Chris: (( I dunno, probably via fuck up ))
Linne: (( well you can't really have more than 3 DET at level 3 unless, like.. ))
Linne: (( you use a buff move or something, which I doubt you have ))
Thrice:
You can have 4 DEFENSE, technically
Thrice:
But not Evasion or Tactics
Thrice:
Due to being able to put Combat Bonuses into Defense
Chris: (( Okay, put that point into defense instead. ))
Chris: (( Probably just gave myself 4 thinking it was aight ))
Chris: (( So yeah, tha thits me ))
Thrice:
Probably have to look it over after the fight but for now, yeah that works

Missile:
« 1d8 = 6 » The missile explodes right near you, sending shrapnel to cut you up!

Chris:
Chris loses 6 hit points.

Chris:
Chris shields his eyes, swerving slightly as he gets hit with the shards of metal, "D-..dammit!" he cries out, quickly regaining control of the car.

Chris:
Initiative (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 5 + 2 = 7

Linne:
Linne reloads her gun, and leaps into the air to catch up with the contraption. "Just give up now!"

Linne:
 Initiative (1d8): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d8): 3 + 0 = 3

Crazy Bus:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d6): 2 + 0 = 2 1 FS used! Control (1d6): 2 + 0 = 2

Chris:
"Stop that goddamn bus right now, Celldweller!" Chris yells, "Switchback!"

Chris:
Chris uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Chris:
« 1d6+2+1 = 3 + 2 + 1 = 6 »

Crazy Bus:
Waaas gonna use FS to defend, but it'd hit no matter what

Chris:
« 1d4+1+2 = 3 + 1 + 2 = 6 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 5 hit points.

Linne:
"Gettin' reeeal tired of your bullshit right now. You better hold some interesting secrets..."

Linne:
Linne uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+1+1 = 6 + 1 + 1 = 8 » "Collateral shot!"

Linne:
« 1d4+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 2 hit points.

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus begins to spin out again! "SKRRRCH!"

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Chris: (( I'LL USE FIGHTING SPIRIT TO DEFEN-awfuck ))
Crazy Bus: (( SPEAKING OF ))
Timer falls from 80 to 78!
Timer falls from 78 to 75!
Timer falls from 75 to 72!
Crazy Bus: (( how did I forget that thrice in a row ))
Chris: (( Oh hey, that's probably a FS or seven I've forgotten about ))

Chris:
Chris concentrates and regains 1 Fighting Spirit.

Linne:
Linne concentrates and regains 1 Fighting Spirit.
Chris: (( I'll just take the one tho for not paying attention ))

Crazy Bus:
« 1d6+2 = 2 + 2 = 4 » "SKKRRCCH!"
Chris: (( That's a paddlin. ))

Crazy Bus:
The Crazy Bus spins out on you and sends your car flying up! « 1d8 = 3 »

Chris:
Healed up!

Crazy Bus:
nuuu
Chris: (( Aw Christ. ))

Chris:
Chris loses 12 hit points.

Chris:
Chris loses 6 hit points.
Chris: (( Uhhhhhhhh, that looks about right. ))
Thrice:
i dunno if you had that much FS
Crazy Bus: (( going by Linne's damage, and the fact that you took 3 damage twice independent of her, it should be 34 now ))

Chris:
Chris concentrates and regains 0 Fighting Spirit.
Thrice:
nice try, but no

Chris:
Chris uses 31 Fighting Spirit!
Timer falls from 72 to 66!
Thrice:
I guess we need Agi's updated version of the full health thing, that tells you how much you healed

Chris:
Chris concentrates and regains 1 Fighting Spirit.

Linne:
"Guh! Just hang on tight there, Chris!" Linne reloads her pistol.
Chris: (( Or if only it wasn't right in the middle of all the other ones we use all the time in the battle. ))

Crazy Bus:
 Initiative (1d4): 2 + 0 = 2 1 FS used! Control (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6
Thrice: (( I named mine Recover Fully, so it's at the bottom ))

Linne:
 Initiative (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7 Control (1d8): 6 + 0 = 6

Chris:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3 Control (1d6): 1 + 2 = 3
Thrice: (( instead of right next to the Fighting Spirit macro ))
Thrice:
That poor bus

Linne:
Linne leaps up and yells "IYAYAYAYAYAYA!" Countless pistols begin to pour of her coat, around the bus!
Chris: (( Dayum, bitch got another super. ))

Killswitch Engage:
Killswitch then flies into the air and launches a beam from its finger, brandishing the bus with a a giant「ENGAGE」marking

Linne:
"Now! COLLATERAL CATASTROPHE!" Linne yells as the camera closes in on her determined face
Thrice:
Crazy Bus took 2 damage.

Killswitch Engage:
Killswitch fires a beam from his finger towards the fallen pistols, causing them all to fire at once: the haphazard symphony of lead is then manipulated by Killswitch to puncture every nook and cranny of the machine.

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
Linne uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Linne:
« 1d6+2+2 = 2 + 2 + 2 = 6 » "YAAAH!"

Killswitch Engage:
« 1d8+2 = 7 + 2 = 9 »

Crazy Bus:
Crazy Bus loses 8 hit points.
Thrice:
AND SO IT IS POSEID--DECIDED, THE GREAT LUMBERING FEAS--BEAST HAS FALLEN

Crazy Bus:
"Creeakkkkscrrrrrcchhhh...." The fuming vehicle begins to slow itself down...until it finally breaks down into a heap of junk, its tires breaking off

Police Car:
Also the car kinda falls down, with a THUD!

Sattelite High 2:
And the mantas themselves fall to the ground, utterly defeated, disintegrating into a thick puddle of blood.

Chris:
Chris scrambles out of the car, his glasses askew as he pants in exhaustion? Fear? Who knows. "Oh God...that....that was terrible..."

Linne:
Linne leaps from the roof, adjusting her cap. "Well, at least that's one mystery solved. But it's still not enough..."

Linne:
"Like just what was that cop killer doing with this thing? And for what purpose?"

Chris:
Chris slowly climbs to his feet and leans on the car, "I'm more wondering...how the hell a bus gets a Replicant...even if it is supposed to be haunted...."

Linne:
Linne tries to deduct the situation. "Y'know, it's gonna be hard to apply logic to things like this...but I'm starting to suspect this bus didn't just magically get a replicant out of nowhere. This might be the work of someone...I'm just not sure how." Linne gives a sigh.
Chris: (( IF ONLY THERE WAS SOME WEIRD OBJECT THAT GAVE PEOPLE REPLICANTS. . . ))
Thrice:
IF ONLY ANYONE INTELLIGENT HAD THAT OBJECT

Chris:
Chris dismisses Celldweller before approaching Linne and the bus. "So you're suggesting someone gave a Replicant to an inanimate object?" He mulls this over for a second, " I mean...I suppose it could act as an effective weapon, assuming it obeys who gave it its powers...goddamn this sounds crazy."

Linne:
"Well assuming that's true, this whole mess has to account for something. Can't say we don't have a bounty of evidence right now. But I'm more concerned with finding our killer here...and just what source is spitting these out..."

Chris:
"That's half of the mystery stopped at least. We've taken out the mystery armored vehicle the killer was with, that's a start." He stares at the bus for a moment before turning to Linne, "Does the fact that we just spent all that time fighting a haunted bus not phase you in the least?"
Thrice:
You killed the Mystery Machine!
Thrice:
What a bastard (D)

Linne:
Linne leans on the dented, busted car and takes a long breath. "I can't see why it would. It's not like it's a ~zombie~ bus or anything..." Linne takes out her walkie talkie and calls for the crew to salvage whatever they can from the machine.

Chris:
Chris chuckles to himself, "Still can't believe you're afraid of zombies, heh."

Linne:
"This is three times more zombies in the scope of a few sentences than I'm willing to put up with..." Linne swallows some spit and gives an audiable bleeeh.

ThatBaka:
omg it's almost 4 wtf

BU2B:
Nobody ever listens to old Credo's warnings

BU2B:
you should start (D)

ThatBaka:
dont lose your waaaaay

BU2B:
Also

Darius:
Linne's afraid of zombies, eh