Wayfare Gaiden 4: Worn-Out Faces

Emergency has connected.

Sylina:
Kind of a smol map stretched way beyond where it should be

Sylina:
but whatever, it'll do

Aiteu the Clown:
This shall do.

Aiteu the Clown:
Alright how do we want to do this

Sylina:
Well if it's in a cafe type place, Sylina'd have ordered some kind of calming, comforting tea and just be sitting in a corner drinking it, still trembling with rage

Sylina:
She might have a bit of strong alcohol there too due to Rei's influence, mix in a bit of that

Aiteu the Clown:
I can assume that Aiteu went to invite her to a place where she could find the dreg and try and calm her down a bit

Sylina:
Then ye that works

Sylina:
that'd still be my order tho

Aiteu the Clown:
Theme I guess

Aiteu the Clown:
https://youtu.be/TfEIVlR4u0U

Sylina:
not bad

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu shuffles through the door of the cafe, briskly looking through the horizon of the small drink shop. It isn't terribly busy execept for the lone occupant in the corner, who appears to be sipping away more than just the fluids her cup.

Sylina:
Sylina sees Aiteu walking in, and gives a brief nod before pushing out a seat for her and looking away

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu returns a similar nodded gesture as she slides her way toward the invited chair, taking a seat and order a cocoa latte. "I have collected a series of details you've missed in your absence with Sir Theron. But there are a few things that you and I must discuss Lady Sylina."

Aiteu the Clown:
Her voice didn't seem to feel that much different than her usual tonality, but she feems a bit more forward than usual.

Sylina:
"Rrgh..." Sylina puts another shot into her tea and aggressively stirs it. "What is it?" She spits. "If you're going to demand that I forgive Yunao, you can think again! I just can't believe how... completely CARELESS, and INCONSIDERATE that boy can be!"

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu teeters her head a bit, "Demanding is something I fear I have no skills or intentions for. I remain neutral in the affair revolving around Sir Yunao. But I do wish to be much more informed about the situation." Aiteu's latte arrives and she simply carries the saucer and the cup up to her face but doesn't drink it.

Aiteu the Clown:
"But the questions I come with a full drive of curiousity does require insight and judgement for what will happen to Yunao now?"

Sylina:
"What's there to inform you on that hasn't already been said?! I didn't know-..." Sylina pauses for a moment to take in the visual of Aiteu attempting to drink something with the mask on, then shakes her head. "I didn't know any more than you did about all this!"

Sylina:
"As for what happens to him next - that's none of my business. He'll figure something out, the cretin. I'm not going to concern myself."

Aiteu the Clown:
The cup seperates from the saucer, and the cup presses against her lips, "Siiip." The latte fills the voids of her mouth but come spilling out from overflow and onto her lap. "As the new appointed leader of this band of mercenaries, your decision holds a great deal to the rest of us. As it stands Sir Yunao will not be allowed to return, is that correct?"

Sylina:
"He has no RIGHT to return! Using your crippled, unconscious leader as a human shield out of sheer, stubborn pride - that is irredeemable!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"While I can provide no defense in Sir Yunao's actions, I may say that having him continue with the group through a miracle light of forgiveness would entail a relapse of actions. But as of now! I'm properly in a position to decline return in the event it occurs." She empties the rest of the cup to it's lap destiny, and refills another share. "Which brings me to the next topic actually! As a new recruit of this group, I cannot fathom why my acceptance has not caught any suspicion, surely it's not in the very least odd that I, being the person I am would... not be offset?"

Sylina:
"...Aiteu, you give us too much credit. You remember your reception, don't you?"

Aiteu the Clown:
"One who disgards ego surely will warped into a sense of question."

Sylina:
"Though your initial appearance was... striking, and has certainly taken some time to get used to - and the occasional renewed effort to maintain - you've proven to be nothing if not loyal, honest, and, frankly, one of the few sane people I'm permitted to interact with on a regular basis."

Sylina:
"I have no reason to suspect you of anything."

Sylina:
"...though I would make the suggestion of spending some of your share of the reward on a bit of a touch up? First impressions matter, you know."

Aiteu the Clown:
"You had no reason to suspect Sir Yunao of his actions, yet the reality struck him down? Perhaps the reason you have no reason is because it has not been presented yet?" Again another waterfall foams downwards.

Sylina:
"C-can I get you some napkins? A straw?" Sylina is getting increasingly uncomfortable with the spilled drink

Aiteu the Clown:
"Worry not, I'm well prepared!" She lower the latte cup onto the table and she reaches under to pull another, larger cup from her lap.

Aiteu the Clown:
Although a good amount filled the larger cup, the irregular flow was not prevented from spreading along her clothes.

Sylina:
"W-... what... a strange custom..." She shakes her head. "No, it's gotten all over! I insist, I'll get you a towel."

Aiteu the Clown:
"A-ah dear! This usually went flawlessly before!" Aiteu scampers a small hanky from her pocket to touch on her face.

Sylina:
she get a bar towel or a stack of paper towels w/e's available

Aiteu the Clown:
"Lady Sylina, please halt! Before I am cleaned, I prefer to not be spotless twice!" She holds our her saucer and declares a challenge.
Sylina: (( ...huh. Have we used this map before? ))
Sylina: (( I just got a HUGE sense of deja vu ))
Aiteu the Clown: (( Something similar I think, not the same exact map ))

Sylina:
"No, I insist, it's everywhere! You can't be seen like that!" At this point she's mostly trying to change the subject, not wanting to continue down the road of doubting Aiteu

Aiteu the Clown:
"Such faith, but I politely refuse! I require you to hit me as hard as you're capable of! It is semi urgent!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Unless you possess powerful obvservation!"

Sylina:
okay now she's a bit baffled

Sylina:
"Hit you? Why would you want me to hit you? I can assure you, this isn't a dream."

Sylina:
« 4d6+2 = 11 + 2 = 13 » Intuition I guess?

Aiteu the Clown:
roll perception you butt

Sylina:
but I don't have thaaat
Unresolved value "Body".

Sylina:
the one I don't have: ( 12 )

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu closes the gap between the two and her face mere inches away from the dragonlord. "Look! Look very closely!"

Aiteu the Clown:
I'm pretty much assisting you at this point so +3

Sylina:
She averts her eyes. "Aiteu, w-what are you doing? People are looking at us!"

Sylina:
http://imgur.com/jQWO3VR

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu grabs Sylina's head with her hands and forces her to stare directly at her, "False! The only ones here are us and the lovely staff of this wonderful establishment!"

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu the Clown concentrates and regains 7 AP.

Sylina:
"What are you doing?! Stop that!"

Sylina:
well SHIT what do I notice I guess

Aiteu the Clown:
After almost a long while of trails, more than clear that Aiteu has a horrible exterior. However, that's not all, upon closer inspection, it's not a face but a mask, and lodged along the edges of the steel pieces are nails that appears to keep the artifical and organic together. Her eyes, appear to be dried out, and her mouth appears to just contain some latte.

Sylina:
huh so the mask is an exact replica of her face then

Aiteu the Clown:
"I can only simply elude the fact, but bringing it up within my own terminologies has concequences!"

Sylina:
wait what steel pieces

Aiteu the Clown:
The mask is made of steel

Sylina:
oh fair enough

Sylina:
"...what... what happened to you?"

Aiteu the Clown:
She lets go of the leader, "...How many secrets, do you think I'm hiding~?" Her whimsical voice almost sounds sorrowful.

Sylina:
"I don't understand, why show me this?"

Aiteu the Clown:
The distance between them hasn't changed.

Aiteu the Clown:
"Oh, I'm unable to eat and to be fairly honest, it's rather heavy..."

Sylina:
"Er... w-would you like some help? Can you be helped? If you can't eat, how are you even alive?"

Aiteu the Clown:
"It'd be greatly appreciated!" She takes a step back and pulls out a diary of sorts, "I haven't eaten in... well! Since I've gotten here!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I suppose this is what people consider fasting?"

Sylina:
"W-what?! Aiteu, you should have said something earlier!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I can't talk about it! It does bad things to my head! So I'm carefully avoiding the direct description of a life contortion I've experienced!"

Sylina:
"...what is it, some sort of curse?" Sylina puts some distance between herself and Aiteu or at least tries to

Aiteu the Clown:
"For me perhaps!"

Sylina:
"And, er, how can I help exactly? Do you need me to take the mask off?"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Indeed! With the strength you've displayed with Sir Theron's, this should have no issues!"

Sylina:
"Well then..." She moves behind the clowngirl and starts looking for a clasp, or at least a point to get started with. "But... those were NAILS, weren't they? Won't it hurt?"

Aiteu the Clown:
After flipping through all of the clown's hair, there is no flap, clasping mechanism, only the embded nails.

Aiteu the Clown:
"Those were the better feelings I've had!"

Sylina:
"...look, let's just get something to go. I don't feel comfortable doing this in a public space..."

Aiteu the Clown:
"Okay!"

Sylina:
"Your cheerfulness is inspiring."

Sylina:
so uh, yeah. Food of sorts to go.

Sylina:
Then we'll go back to the ship I guess and... pull nails out of your head.

Aiteu the Clown:
Sounds good.

Sylina:
I was planning to buy bandages

Sylina:
I will grab some on the way

Sylina:
"Just how long have you had this mask on? And why? Was it some sort of punishment? I just... I can't fathom doing something like this to someone!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Uhm!" She holds up nine fingers. "Oh yeah, Sir Arawn will be sleeping in the ship, it'd be best we not disturb him with my ruckus!"

Sylina:
"Why would Sarasa send YOU on this mission if she knew you couldn't even talk about it? You could have died of malnutrition!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Oh? It's not the Mistress' fault, I very well could tell you about it! But I value my mental sanity much more greatly!"

Sylina:
"R-right... well. At the very least, it'll be taken care of very soon, right?"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Nope! I'll never get over it!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"...At least for a long while!"

Sylina:
"Having the mask off, at least! And getting some food in you!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Well! I hope you can stomach more than how I look now!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Imagine what goodness lies behind the curtains!"

Sylina:
"Argh... Aiteu, don't talk about yourself like that... at this point, I don't care what you look like, I'm going to help get you back on your feet to whatever extent I can!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Aww! But with this much bonding, I could stab you in your sleep! Are you still sure?"

Sylina:
"Why do you say things like that?" Sylina pushes some cotton into another one of the fucking headnailholes jesus christ this is too much

Aiteu the Clown:
"It's because... trust is valuable."

Sylina:
"I completely agree."

Sylina:
"Which is why I don't understand why you're trying to undermine it."

Aiteu the Clown:
"Some place too much faith, and in the end, the bond collapses in an instant."

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu twitches as another rod is removed, only 67 more to go.

Sylina:
Sylina shakes her head, shivering at the thought and scope of the task ahead of her. "How did you even survive this...?"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Perserverance, and an infinite amount of faith!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I'd almost prefer you to knock it straight off!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I may have asked Goddess Hohari to melt it, but that's unplesant!"

Sylina:
"No! I'm not going to do that, it'd take your face with it!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Two birds with one stone! You get to practice your strong strikes with objectives in mind, and I get to eat!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I also make a great target for the relief of stress! I can assure you, anything you do to me now is nothing in comparison to my long list of experiences."

Sylina:
"I don't know what kind of expert you think I am, but I can't be that precise with a single strike."

Aiteu the Clown:
"Surely that mask begs to differ!"

Sylina:
"I am not stabbing you through the skull. You will die."

Aiteu the Clown:
"Surely you will not want to bet against me?" She laughs.

Aiteu the Clown:
"If you can simply live with a hole and metal plating claiming the voided area, I'm sure I can take one of your strikes!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I am currently provoking you to strike me in an attempt to mock your combating prowess!"

Sylina:
"Rrgh..." Sylina stops to ponder it

Aiteu the Clown:
("Do it!")

Sylina:
"How much room is there between your mouth and the mask? I could possibly break a hole through it so you could be allowed to eat, if I came at it from the side..."

Aiteu the Clown:
"Plenty of leeway! However, if you're worried about my first apperance, a hole certainly would decorate my lovely face much more uniquely!"

Sylina:
"I'm getting the whole thing off, Aiteu!"

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu hops out of place from lying down, and channels a concentrated amount of energy. (Iron Defense! Iron Defense! Irone Defense! And future.)

Sylina:
"It's just that making the hole would allow you to eat NOW, rather than waiting through the whole arduous process."

Aiteu the Clown:
"I am not hungry! I wish to be sated by your strength!"

Sylina:
"Don't you give me that, you haven't eaten in nine days!"

Aiteu the Clown:
She sticks out her tongue, "Bite me!"

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu the Clown uses 5 AP for FUTURE!

Sylina:
well if you're gonna Iron Defense three times, I can Take Aim at least twice

Aiteu the Clown:
« 1d20 = 1 » « 1d20 = 9 » « 1d20 = 3 » « 1d20 = 19 » « 1d20 = 11 »

Sylina:
then spend an AP for accuracy and another for Channel

Aiteu the Clown:
We're fightning now bois

Aiteu the Clown:
Get that init up

Sylina:
"Just lie down on your side, here..."

Sylina:
wait fighting what

Sylina:
I can't put up the init, I'm not a GM

Aiteu the Clown:
Oh well we'll just take turns I guess

Aiteu the Clown:
"Hah! But remember this is also for your practice!"

Aiteu the Clown:
She steadies a combat ready pose.

Sylina:
"B.... what are you doing? I need to get the right angle!"
27 | 14 | 5 | 18 | 11 | 2

Aiteu the Clown:
"A skilled professional can make any angle the correct one!"

Sylina:
"I'm a warrior, not a surgeon!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Neither was Guardian Hayashi!"

Sylina:
well SHIT I'm not letting Hayashi out badass me

Sylina:
Sylina uses 2 AP!

Sylina:
« 1d20-5+5 = 6 - 5 + 5 = 6 » Dragon Rush, not using Outrage in a situation like this

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu's battle theme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QuCc1qGxF6A

Sylina:
Shall I use the 19, crit it off

Aiteu the Clown:
Go for it

Sylina:
Dragon Rush @Aiteu Dragon | Physical 3d12+10 | 127 CRITICAL HIT!
Sylina fakes to the side, causing Aiteu to shift her... guard, apparently? Then hops back to her initial position, stabbing her spear sideways such that it carves a horizontal scar in the mask along Aiteu's mouthline

Aiteu the Clown:
"A-ack!"

Aiteu the Clown:
if only I was fairy type

Sylina:
u are not

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu the Clown took 72 damage.

Sylina:
if you were I literally could not hit you

Aiteu the Clown:
The injury lowered the Special Defense stat!

Aiteu the Clown:
The injury lowered the Special Defense stat!

Sylina:
"You didn't have to make this difficult!"

Aiteu the Clown:
The impact of the strike chips off a chunk of Aiteu's mask, leaving a long slashed mark across her cheek.

Aiteu the Clown:
"Life or death!" Aiteu twists her body to windup a jar in hand, and punches it at the speargirl! « 1d20-6 = 1 - 6 = -5 »

Sylina:
oh

Aiteu the Clown:
"W-wah!" She loses her balance and completely flops the unopned jar past and into the bed behind.

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu the Clown uses 1 AP for future!

Aiteu the Clown:
« 1d20 = 5 »

Sylina:
Sylina casually intercepts the "attack" with her spear. "Is this a fight now? Come on, Aiteu, stop fooling around!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I must practice too! I'm made for protection but with if the weapons of the team were to fall!?"

Sylina:
"It's not your job to worry about that, you do a perfectly good job defending us!" Spending an AP for another Channel

Sylina:
Claw since Rush is down

Sylina:
Sylina uses 1 AP!

Sylina:
« 1d20-3+2+1 = 4 - 3 + 2 + 1 = 4 »

Aiteu the Clown:
Not even a 5 will save you

Sylina:
Oh right god damn you have infinite evasion.

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu still takes the hit but the claw swipe doesn't harm the mask!

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu tries to sidestep past Sylina to grab her jar!

Sylina:
I'll just

Sylina:
I'll allow it

Sylina:
no AoO

Aiteu the Clown:
"Lady Sylina! You could've struck me! You have no excuse!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"All oppurtunities are golden!"

Sylina:
"I could have, yes - come on, what are you doing? Don't take this the wrong way, but you don't stand a CHANCE against me in a fair fight! Neither of us have anything to gain from this."

Aiteu the Clown:
"Until your objective is complete, you've failed!" She throws the repel out this time « 1d20-6 = 5 - 6 = -1 »

Aiteu the Clown:
"Grrr!" The jar splats open this time, where she formerly stood.

Sylina:
"H-hey! Don't go throwing things like that around!"

Sylina:
Sylina uses 1 AP!

Aiteu the Clown:
« 1d20 = 3 »

Sylina:
« 1d20-5+2+1 = 9 - 5 + 2 + 1 = 7 » R U S H

Sylina:
S H I T

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu weaves around the lunge and she brings her feet to sweep under Sylina! « 1d20-6 = 13 - 6 = 7 » I think is the manuever to hit

Sylina:
whatcha got there

Aiteu the Clown:
It's Stealth?

Aiteu the Clown:
Combat or Acro?

Aiteu the Clown:
I can't believe I don't know this yet

Sylina:
Trip attempt?

Aiteu the Clown:
Yeah

Sylina:
That's Combat/Acro

Aiteu the Clown:
Oh you fucked

Aiteu the Clown:
« 1d6 = 5 »

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 » Aiteu why

Aiteu the Clown:
« 1d20 = 1 » (Reflect)

Sylina:
Sylina stands her ground against the surprise trip attempt, barely hopping over Aiteu's sweep. "Look, I can appreciate the effort to work on your weak points, but this is too much!"

Sylina:
« 1d20-3+2 = 3 - 3 + 2 = 2 » another Dragon Claw, holding onto the AP for now

Sylina:
jeez these rolls

Aiteu the Clown:
"It's not only my weak points, Lady Sylina!" Chink! No damage!

Aiteu the Clown:
« 1d20-4 = 20 - 4 = 16 » She brings up her leg in a swift kick attempt!

Sylina:
mip

Aiteu the Clown:
u ded

Aiteu the Clown:
Clown Kick! @Sylina Normal | Physical 1d8+6 | 33 CRITICAL HIT!
Straight to the jugular!

Sylina:
ono

Sylina:
uh, hold on

Sylina:
shit Thrice isn't here

Sylina:
Missing out on an opportunity to find Wood's weakness chart

Aiteu the Clown:
Not that'd itd do much but make sure to ask him

Sylina:
ye done so

Sylina:
Sylina took 16 damage.

Aiteu the Clown:
wow hard counter much

Sylina:
mip

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu giggles a bit after getting a good hit in.

Sylina:
"Rrgh... well. That one actually had some force behind it."

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu the Clown uses 2 AP for oops!

Sylina:
"But enough is enough!"

Sylina:
Sylina uses 1 AP!

Aiteu the Clown:
"Come!"

Sylina:
« 1d20-5+3 = 8 - 5 + 3 = 6 » OUTRAGE

Sylina:
DAMN IT

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu stands still, and smirks playfully, and takes the hit in all of it's glory.

Sylina:
"RrrRRGH! JUST LET ME HIT YOU! I'M TRYING TO HELP, DAMN IT!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I am! They just aren't doing enough damage!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I'll stop my offense for now! But I'll still train with you!" She pulls her arm forward and gestures to come.

Aiteu the Clown:
here to*

Sylina:
sorry

Sylina:
I'm now enraged and confused

Aiteu the Clown:
This will be real good

Sylina:
Sylina leaps at the clowngirl and grabs her by the maskface

Sylina:
« 1d20-4+2 = 18 - 4 + 2 = 16 » Grapple, status thankfully so it's more likely to hit

Sylina:
aw man

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 14 + 4 = 18 »

Sylina:
Combat/Athletics

Aiteu the Clown:
"Ack! A new tactic!" « 4d6 = 10 »

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 1 » 1 = hit self

Sylina:
*hits self*

Sylina:
the hell were the rules on that now

Sylina:
Struggle attack resisted one step

Sylina:
or did they change that too

Aiteu the Clown:
dominance shinanigans

Sylina:
I'll just go with that

Sylina:
1d8+8 | « rollDam+critDam+statDam+bonusDam+bonusDam*bonusCrit = 16 + 0 + 25 + 8 + 8 * 0 = 49 »

Sylina:
Sylina took 16 damage. It's not very effective...

Aiteu the Clown:
"A very... unique strategy!"

Aiteu the Clown:
Gonna struggle to break free « 4d6 = 16 »

Sylina:
"Argh!" Sylina slices herself on the sharp edges of the torn mask
Sylina: (( whoa right you have Athletics ))

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 11 + 4 = 15 » M A I N T A I N

Sylina:
D O N O T

Aiteu the Clown:
DOUGHNUT

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu rolls her body downwards, and elbows Sylina in the stomach then buckles her over her shoulder!
Aiteu the Clown: (( Obviously that's fluff ))

Sylina:
"Nngh... how can you have any amount of strength left?!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"I am resilient!"

Sylina:
"Well STOP that!" « 1d20-4+2 = 10 - 4 + 2 = 8 » GRAPPLE AGAIN

Sylina:
HOW DOES IT FEEL CLOWNBITCH

Aiteu the Clown:
« 4d6 = 10 »

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 1 » CONFUSION

Sylina:
SHIT

Sylina:
1d8+8 | « rollDam+critDam+statDam+bonusDam+bonusDam*bonusCrit = 10 + 0 + 25 + 8 + 8 * 0 = 43 »

Sylina:
Sylina took 13 damage. It's not very effective...

Aiteu the Clown:
"I've never been approached this way! It's an experience!"

Aiteu the Clown:
But she madadors out of the way.

Sylina:
wait huh

Sylina:
Protect or something?

Aiteu the Clown:
I won the grapple?

Sylina:
You rolled a 10- oh, the 8 was my accuracy check

Aiteu the Clown:
Ohhh

Aiteu the Clown:
Oh shit okay okay

Sylina:
I didn't actually roll the contested

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 »

Sylina:
there we go

Aiteu the Clown:
You still hit yourself though which is lol

Sylina:
"If you're so resilient, stay put while I tear this mask off your face!"

Aiteu the Clown:
"Believe me, myself and others I know have tried!" « 4d6 = 12 » fighto

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 18 + 4 = 22 » NO

Aiteu the Clown:
I am of grapple

Sylina:
Sylina pins the clown underneath her, holding her in place with her knees, reaches into the hole she created earlier, and just starts fuckin bending it outwards

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 12 + 4 = 16 »

Aiteu the Clown:
Dont cut yeself on my teeth

Sylina:
it would be so infected

Sylina:
kind of a notsogreat roll

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 2 » confuse

Sylina:
goo- god damn it

Sylina:
I've been forgetting to roll to cure

Sylina:
« 1d20 = 1 » « 1d20 = 1 » « 1d20 = 2 »

Sylina:
ha.

Aiteu the Clown:
With a bit of struggle, the mask slowly bends, but it is still difficul-

Aiteu the Clown:
What the fuck

Sylina:
Three incredibly failed retroactive cure rolls

Aiteu the Clown:
« 4d6 = 16 » "Ahaha~"

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 15 + 4 = 19 » NO

Aiteu the Clown:
The fact that Sylina is still tugging at the mask, doesn't stop Aiteu's laughter at all.

Aiteu the Clown:
Almost as if they were seperate entities

Sylina:
She sweats and strains and doubles down on her effort to rip the fucking thing open

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 14 + 4 = 18 »

Sylina:
The ripped steel cuts into her hand p badlike forcing her to constantly adjust her grip

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 2 » confuse

Sylina:
good

Sylina:
« 1d20 = 1 » curefuse

Sylina:
bad

Aiteu the Clown:
lol

Aiteu the Clown:
are you trying to beat the village session in 1s

Sylina:
bitch I might be

Sylina:
can I see your fucking mouth yet

Aiteu the Clown:
« 4d6 = 8 » (laughter intensifies, like it tickles)

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 9 + 4 = 13 » no

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 14 + 4 = 18 » show me 20s

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 1 »

Sylina:
1d8+8 | « rollDam+critDam+statDam+bonusDam+bonusDam*bonusCrit = 15 + 0 + 25 + 8 + 8 * 0 = 48 »

Aiteu the Clown:
You still see a mildly small hole, about the size of an orange, but with your hands it's so much harder to properly bend metal.

Sylina:
Sylina took 15 damage. It's not very effective...

Aiteu the Clown:
"Ohoho stop! That tickles! Stop using your hands!"

Aiteu the Clown:
I wonder what skills are needed for vicious mockery

Aiteu the Clown:
« 4d6 = 10 »

Sylina:
« 4d6+4 = 7 + 4 = 11 »

Sylina:
"RrrrRRGH!" Sylina's hands flare up with dragonfire, heating up the metal somewhat, as she grabs from either side and continues to forcibly push it open.

Sylina:
Just realized the being Grappled makes you Vulnerable

Sylina:
so I'm refluffing Dragon Claw

Sylina:
« 1d20-2+2 = 1 - 2 + 2 = 1 » Swift spent to Brutal Training

Sylina:
god

Sylina:
damn

Aiteu the Clown:
With the assistance of the dragon's power, the sheet of metal easil-

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 1 »

Aiteu the Clown:
warps the mask just a wee bit more than before.

Sylina:
1d8+8 | « rollDam+critDam+statDam+bonusDam+bonusDam*bonusCrit = 16 + 0 + 25 + 8 + 8 * 0 = 49 »

Sylina:
Sylina took 16 damage. It's not very effective...

Aiteu the Clown:
The size of the hole is the size of an Oreo.

Sylina:
The injury lowered the Special Attack stat!

Aiteu the Clown:
the slash is from midface to cheek

Sylina:
« 1d20 = 6 » cure

Sylina:
no cure

Sylina:
"COME ON!" « 1d20-2+2 = 19 - 2 + 2 = 19 » SHIT'S AT-WILL.

Sylina:
GOD FUCKING FINALLY.

Aiteu the Clown:
Will this be the end?

Sylina:
3d8+10 | « rollDam+critDam+statDam+bonusDam+bonusDam*bonusCrit = 32 + 21 + 25 + 29 + 29 * 0 = 107 »

Aiteu the Clown:
anything else on that
Sylina: (( I guess I could unbind AP and do a channel ))

Sylina:
Sylina uses 1 AP!

Sylina:
« 107+3 = 107 + 3 = 110 »

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu the Clown took 27 damage. It's not very effective...

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 2 » hit me

Aiteu the Clown:
Although the impact didn't sever the clown to black, the mask takes the blow with much less resistance and the bottom half is ripped off completely! Nails, flesh, blood, you name it! It's blown away!

Sylina:
« 1d20 = 6 » cure me

Aiteu the Clown:
The only thing that isn't blown away is the weird stench of death

Aiteu the Clown:
Rol a 1d2, see if you gag 1 for gagging

Sylina:
« 1d2 = 1 » gag

Sylina:
Sylina gagds

Aiteu the Clown:
You definitely gag

Sylina:
s

Sylina:
"Ark- heuuugghhh!" Sylina fuckin GAGS

Aiteu the Clown:
The smell is like a cooked turkey, that's been left out for months, moldish scents enough to send you to the grave. You develop a headache upon wiffing.

Sylina:
turning her head to the side and nearly vomiting

Sylina:
and then actually vomiting from the combination of pain/stench/intensity of the situation

Aiteu the Clown:
"I can only imagine what that smells like..."

Aiteu the Clown:
The stench however is so overpowering, you actually return to your senses from confusion,.

Sylina:
oh neat

Aiteu the Clown:
You can cure hangovers with this

Sylina:
"Ahah... grhh... that..." Sylina covers her face with her hands furrows her brow. "Urgh... the smell.."

Sylina:
She takes a look at Aiteu's uncovered half face, horrified by the potential damage she's caused

Aiteu the Clown:
The condition of the mask is about 55% removed, the cut off line is just barely under the bridge of the nose. What flesh you see, surprisingly appears rather... nice. The complexion and color is not what you'd expect for unravelling a mummy.

Aiteu the Clown:
Looking around the edges of the face, the nailholes are evident, and not much blood is present, the conflict of imagery is enough to think it's Photoshopped.

Sylina:
"But... ignoring that, are you... that can't have been painless..."'

Aiteu the Clown:
There's an eerie silence, no response.

Sylina:
She hobbles over to the sink and washes her hands of blood, then grabs a towel, moistens it, and comes back to Aiteu

Sylina:
"Here, let me clean you up a bit..."

Sylina:
She moves toward Aiteu's exposed face, intent on wiping up whatever grime she can

Sylina:
even if it's her own

Aiteu the Clown:
When you come back and see the bits and pieces of the mask, you again see that one side of the metal is completely stained with a crimson dark color.

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu is still motionless, and as still as earth, despite her mouth being exposed, signs of breathing are absent.

Sylina:
"..." Sylina's heart stops when she notices that. "Aiteu? Oh, no..."

Sylina:
She presses her ear to Aiteu's chest

Aiteu the Clown:
You're greeted with minimal cushioning, the heart pace has slowed dramatically, but signs of life are hanging by the threads.

Sylina:
well it's a good thing I put healing items on the list

Sylina:
Sylina crushes a Sun Marble and rubs it along the nail holes on Aiteu's chin, before carefully pouring a few potions down her throat

Aiteu the Clown:
With careful inspection and care, you notice that the sudden shattering of the mask may have rendered Aiteu unconscious from shock, but she's alive, so who cares.

Sylina:
Yeah, that seemed about right

Aiteu the Clown:
What a strong gal, she didn't even scream

Aiteu the Clown:
It's like getting your tooth pulled, with the string attatched to the doorknob

Aiteu the Clown:
But the tooth is a permanant one and not the loose kind.

Sylina:
Sylina continues cleaning up the rest of the room in silence before carrying Aiteu to her bed

Aiteu the Clown:
Are you going to make Aiteu the Batman

Sylina:
Eh?

Aiteu the Clown:
Half the mask is still on here

Aiteu the Clown:
her*

Sylina:
Oh lol

Sylina:
No, I can take the rest of it off while she's unconscious I guess

Aiteu the Clown:
ur no better than yunao

Sylina:
She just kind of wanted a change of pace, some time to calm down

Aiteu the Clown:
Aiteu peacefully lying in bed now

Sylina:
and bandage her own fuckin hands up

Sylina:
Sylina's gonna cook her a nice breakfast

Aiteu the Clown:
You probably have five different cases of tetanus

Sylina:
Diseases don't exist

Sylina:
only physical injury

Aiteu the Clown:
My existance is a plague

Sylina:
well then

Sylina:
I guess you need a new token now

Aiteu the Clown:
So what did you cook, and how long are you cooking for

Sylina:
oh I don't know

Sylina:
I don't even know what a traditional chinese breakfast looks like

Aiteu the Clown:
or did we skip right to peeling the other half

Aiteu the Clown:
Dumplings are pretty traditional

Aiteu the Clown:
easy to make, and delicious with filling

Sylina:
Something that'd be easy to EAT as well

Sylina:
She's definitely getting a hot soup

Aiteu the Clown:
sup pretty gud

Sylina:
but yeah she'd be delicate about removing the rest of the mask

Sylina:
regardless of how long it took, potentially pulling an all-nighter

Aiteu the Clown:
There's only about 20 or so nails left

Aiteu the Clown:
An all nighter probably isn't necessary, just a few dedicated hours

Sylina:
eh at that point may as well go for it

Sylina:
she can sleep after she drops off the food

Sylina:
ain't like she has a job
Sylina: (( it a ? ))

Sylina:
it a cute

Sylina:
for now

Aiteu:
it me

Sylina:
you have to redraw it for extra emaciation, don't you?

Aiteu:
Actually, this is what she looks like

Aiteu:
Remember my description?

Sylina:
I remember you saying that her skin looked normal yeah

Sylina:
But before then, when she pulled me up to the mask, you described sunken eyes and such (hmm)

Sylina:
That might've just been for the mask itself though

Aiteu:
You can make another intuition/perception roll

Aiteu:
+2 bonus

Sylina:
but I'm asleep tho

Sylina:
« 4d6+1+2 = 7 + 1 + 2 = 10 » Intuit

Sylina:
god

Sylina:
dam

Aiteu:
she's pretty cute

Sylina:
she is

Aiteu:
You can roll again in the morning

Aiteu:
Give her a thorough look

Aiteu:
See if she's normal

Aiteu:
not dead, alive, being more alive than Rei

Sylina:
Somehow I doubt she's normal

Aiteu:
what makes you say that

Sylina:
Your vagueness, what else

Aiteu:
I'm so bad at keeping secrets

Aiteu:
I wanted to go through this thing everytime I asked you to roll

Aiteu:
Glad we settled it in a gaiden

Sylina:
I'm curious to see where this goes from here

Aiteu:
Arawn's gonna be like

Aiteu:
wow did we kick the clown too

Aiteu:
and pick up someone actually cute looking

Sylina:
And like

Sylina:
If the mask was put on her for a COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE REASON, somehow

Sylina:
And she's just a complete monster without it

Aiteu:
judging books by covers

Aiteu:
tsk tsk society

Aiteu:
im part of the blackguard

Aiteu:
and you unlocked my power stopper

Aiteu:
everyone dies now

Sylina:
exactly

Aiteu:
or it could be your friendly ol' Aiteu

Sylina:
it COULD be, but I really doubt that.

Aiteu:
I wish I thought that more complexly

Aiteu:
I doubt Thrice would let me doa build swap

Aiteu:
shoulda done that with my mulligan

Sylina:
Good use of a Reflect

Sylina:
I was worried about actually killing her.

Aiteu:
The sleeping girl who now has a bit more color tapped into her life, mumbles a few words in her sleep, "...Y-you can't just... leave... T-they'll find... and kill you...!" Aiteu shakes awake to realize that she's in a bed.

Aiteu:
aaand cliffhanger if you're done for the night
Sylina: (( You're on your own from here, Sylina at the very least is passed the fuck out. ))

Aiteu:
bathroom doe

Sylina:
You got a nice hot breakfast though

Aiteu:
Aiteu rolls out of bed rather clumsily, trying to comprehend her weird dream, but is caught on the scent of something swell, and sits herself at the table.

Aiteu:
She takes out her notebook and takes not that Sylina had probably taken her out and made some actual food, given she's passed out on the nearby bed.

Aiteu:
Just stares at the soup and small note in Sylina's handwiritng, and stumbles over the spoon, embracing the sensation of being able to eat, rather than having it strawed through a tube in her arm.

Aiteu:
She takes a spoonful of Sylina's soup, and brings it close to her mouth, and pauses.

Aiteu:
With a trembling hand, and finally a push of resolve, she puts the spoon into her mouth.

Aiteu:
« 1d100 = 73 » but was it a shit soup though
Sylina: (( I mean ))
Sylina: (( Cooking is based on Intuition ))

Aiteu:
Roll it yo

Sylina:
Sylina uses 1 AP!

Sylina:
Still had the AP to spend

Sylina:
barely

Sylina:
« 4d6+3 = 16 + 3 = 19 »

Aiteu:
S'not bad

Sylina:
eat that soup girl

Aiteu:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=75kJb_aAvKY

Aiteu:
Aiteu closes her eyes and swallows, with a small tear that she can feel rolling down her cheek, "S-surely, it could use some advising, but a valiant effort it was... A sure blow compared to yesterday's kerfuffle..." She continues eating it in peace, savoring each soup as if it were her last.

Aiteu:
Taking the time to clean off the dishes, the reflected glimmer of silverwear displays a bit of a dreary image inside the non-clown's head, "...Is this who I really am now?". With a swift skip, she heads to the bathoom and tests to see if the world of dreams had her captive.

Sylina:
if u need another mask destroyed

Sylina:
u know who to call

Aiteu:
You should start a service

Aiteu:
Aiteu whispers to herself, "This will do for now..." She reaches behind and feels the edges of her face, carefully feeling the notches of... yet more nails. She bites her lips, but then practices her smile and definitely freshens up her formerly zombiestate.

Sylina:
oh

Sylina:
oh god no

Aiteu:
This takes a two hours or so, but after furbishing up, the reporter is presentable and fresh, like a flower in a field.

Aiteu:
(A field of cells, filled tombstones and desecration.)

Sylina:
do I even WANT to kno

Aiteu:
This is for you as a player to know

Aiteu:
and something you can build off of with Sylina if you want

Sylina:
She... MIGHT have noticed the -second fucking layer of nails- when she was applying the Sun Marble

Sylina:
unless they were particularly well hidden, like under the skin or something

Aiteu:
Aiteu would know where the holes would be, the second layer of nails was much more strategically placed than the first

Sylina:
Ye that sounds good

Aiteu:
Unless you hit 20+ on my called rolls

Sylina:
If they're Percep I literally cannot.

Aiteu:
Aiteu smelling much more kid friendly now, walks over to Sylina's bedside, and starts applying some medication and patches up the damages she had sustained.

Aiteu:
"You're sure a big dingus, and I apologize for the trouble...Surely I can repay you... with a vision." Aiteu says quietly.
Sylina: (( aw shit ))
Sylina: (( After the vision I assume we're calling it ))

Aiteu:
If you want, up to you dood
Sylina: (( Priority #1 will be showing u off to the rest of the party ))

Aiteu:
I can do this all day
Sylina: (( who obviously aren't here ))

Aiteu:
I put a lot time into crafting the backstory
Sylina: (( and lol Jose never bothered contacting me, typical ))
Aiteu: (( falkes ))
Aiteu: (( who needs up when you have Aiteu ))
Sylina: (( I'm fine exploring her backstory more ))
Sylina: (( but cutting it after the vision seems like enough for the night ))

Aiteu:
Sylina, you're placed into a body of someone else, you see a girl, blue haired, kinda short, bangs that cover one side of her face. She's adorned in a black trenchcoat type apparel. It appears that she is beckoning toward you with a seriously concerned expression. She grabs your hand, and you look down to see that your hands are sullied with black and red goop. Your voice bellows in reply, "...I-it wasn't me, believe me! I didn't want to do this! My... My powers... I'm... fadi-d-ding...? No! Not.... not again!" Then you fade to black, and perhaps wake up.

Aiteu:
Aiteu is holding your hand the entire time, but also kind of watching over Sylina as she transfered the vision. "...But what does it mean?" She murmurs to herself.

Aiteu:
Oops that sounds confusing but whatever

Aiteu:
her* etc
Sylina: (( that might have been more than 5 minutes ))

Sylina:
"Ah! Hah..." Sylina awakes with a jolt, feeling no more rested than she was when she went to sleep

Aiteu:
"Oh! It appears you're awake, but our roles have switched!"

Sylina:
"Nngh... how I wish I wasn't." Sylina rubs her eyes with her palms. "No use trying to fight it, though... good morning, Aiteu... I hope the meal was to your liking?"

Aiteu:
"With all of the work that you've put in, surely you deserve much more rest!" She actually tries out her smile « 1d100 = 95 » but is it godlike though

Aiteu:
You feel fucking delighted.

Sylina:
aw shit I do

Aiteu:
"The meal was good, but there could be a few improvements! But I commend your gratitude!"

Sylina:
: | really, it's the first thing you eat in a week and a half and you're gonna critique my culinary technique

Aiteu:
Yes, but you dont know she cried so

Sylina:
Moving along from that legitimate point of frustration, "I'm sorry that I snapped last night... and very glad to see you up and about already, if a bit concerned at... HOW quickly you recovered."

Sylina:
"You truly are a resilient one..."

Aiteu:
"Again! I can say with beaming confidence that I've gone through a much more difficult trial in my life!"

Aiteu:
"But you Lady Sylina, you are a fighter, without doubt! Stubborn almost to a fault, but resolve like no other!"

Aiteu:
Aiteu pokes her own cheeks, "A third bird was slain with this, just so you know!" She takes a step back and does a small twirl, "How do I look now?"
Aiteu: (( I can finally use fucking Charm ))
Sylina: (( tru ))

Sylina:
Sylina smiles. "You look adorable, Aiteu. Completely unrecognizable. ...in fact, I think I'm going to need to reintroduce you to the rest of the party, before hopefully grabbing a few more hours..."

Aiteu:
"Appearances sure run the world doesn't it?"

Aiteu:
DOESN'T IT

Sylina:
"To a certain extent, yes. They certainly mean a world of difference."

Aiteu:
"By all means though, please rest! You appear to have not slept well in the slightest! I shall do some shopping, is there anything you'd like me to get for you?"

Sylina:
Immediately, "Scented candles."

Aiteu:
"Oh? What... an interesting request! I shall add it to the list. You haven't... found someone your heart is throbbing for, have you Lady Sylina? Such an oddity, such spontaneousness!"
Aiteu: (( She doesn't smell gud ))
Aiteu: (( with her nose anyway ))
Aiteu: (( she smells like lilies ))

Sylina:
"No, it's just... between the blood, that mask and my... expulsion," Sylina finds the right euphemism, "The room we were in last night is completely toxic, even after I scrubbed it down. I had to barricade it off to prevent the shame of anyone else accidentally stumbling in there."

Sylina:
"Also I could really just do with some basic comforts after all this stress."

Aiteu:
"I will... see what I can do about that! I'm not sure... candles will fix it." Aiteu's trademark Shaft head tilt comes into play, "What would appease you?"

Sylina:
"Cinnamon would be lovely."

Aiteu:
Aiteu quickly scribbles down some notes and closes the book, all while tossing Sylina another book with many sticky note tabs, and sturdy hardbook cover. "The information regarding Sir Theron's offer is listed behind the pink tab labelled 405!" Aiteu channel imprints Sylina, it feels light but another thought link is imparted with you, "As always, you can always communicate with me in case of emergency, or if you need anything!" Aiteu straps her bags down and begins to head outside to shop.

Sylina:
"Oh, right, you did mention something about Theron..." Sylina furrows her brow at the new book of info n' shit

Aiteu:
You've got so much information right now

Sylina:
I do

Aiteu:
I can play out every situation I think

Aiteu:
So if you go sneaking around

Sylina:
Out of curiousity she flips through the pages on the way to 405

Sylina:
I have no idea what to expect.

Sylina:
Is there a title on the cover?

Sylina:
Or rather a descriptive label

Aiteu:
On your quick flip toward 405, you see a creatively large amount of drawings, diagrams, finely written text spanning over concepts over many different report drafts, some history of various places, math, chemistry, some ripped out pages, masks. It's almost an encyclopedia of her knowledge.

Aiteu:
The title of the book is 'Knowledge is Power: Volume 18 - By Aiteu Realism'

Sylina:
that's alotta volumes

Sylina:
Sylina is kinda interested in reading but more interested in sleeping so she just heads to the relevant bits about Theron

Aiteu:
As you approach the page of 405, you skip it the first time and bump into page 406, which contains logs from today. What will you do?

Sylina:
If it's the last bit and there's just like the one page sure she'll read it

Aiteu:
It's not a terribly long log, considering it's the beginning of the day.

Sylina:
Aiteu kinda just gave the whole thing to her with no strings attached

Aiteu:
The first few paragraphs describe her weird vision, about seeing a girl with white hair, oozing in black, with an expression of disbelief and horror.

Aiteu:
The second paragraph goes into the detail that she's alive and that she feels much lighter. That and the soup that Sylina made was a great notion and she loved it, but it really could use some improvements in some areas, diamond in the rough.

Sylina:
stop shitting on my SOUP

Aiteu:
The thrid is about struggling with current trends of the world of fashion to properly look presentable, with some designs and hairstyles sketched out in rather fine details.

Sylina:
And yeah obviously the vision thing catches her attention, Sylina more than likely having thought it was just a nightmare

Sylina:
but seeing it written down

Aiteu:
The fourth is about a linked vision that may be helpful to Sylina, but unsure what it may mean - a small note on the side - 'Be sure to ask Lady Sylina about her life story as I've already thrown my at her, if only vaguely."

Aiteu:
obviously the one about her shitting on your soup sticks out the most

Sylina:
IT DOES A BIT

Aiteu:
The fifth is about her trek to buy some better gear or perhaps learn some offensive practicies to give her a bit more threatening power.

Aiteu:
That's all that's written.

Aiteu:
Otherwise page 405 contains everything about Theron's offfer, a but about Yunao and how to handle him, all that stuff you missed out on while you stormed your way out.

Aiteu:
Feel free to roll intuition

Sylina:
« 4d6+2 = 13 + 2 = 15 » sure

Aiteu:
5/10/15 Bad/Good/Yougetit DCs

Aiteu:
You now hold information from two different perspectives, you mixed the log that Aiteu made from her initial log, and the nightmare/vision that was parted with you. The blue haired girl is Aiteu, and the white hair girl is someone else. What you learn is that these two know each other to some degree."

Aiteu:
Roll again, 1/3/5

Aiteu:
B/G/Done DC

Sylina:
wait, rolling for what now? Intuition again?

Aiteu:
Correct

Sylina:
Those are really low DCs.

Sylina:
like I literally cannot get lower than a 6.

Aiteu:
Jus roll man

Sylina:
« 4d6+2 = 17 + 2 = 19 » I mean I guess

Aiteu:
You're now inflicted with the Triggered status effect.

Sylina:
wut

Aiteu:
From what you remember in the nightmare, and what you've experienced in the past, you're now making sense that the white haired girl is someone you seek.

Sylina:
Yeah, the "fading powers" thing was kind of a tip-off

Sylina:
I'm trying to figure out how EXACTLY the pieces go together but I've had my suspicions that Aiteu was somehow connected to the woman I'm hunting down

Sylina:
I can't quite make sense of it though

Sylina:
I'm actually getting p tired tho and I think Sylina would rather have that conversation face to face

Aiteu:
Yeye, just wanted to finally put something into Sylina for a lead of some kind

Sylina:
does the Triggered effect actually do anything or was that is joke

Aiteu:
That was a joke, but you can Yunao it if you want

Aiteu:
I imagine it'd be more of a still thinking about it

Aiteu:
than a I'm fucking triggered

Aiteu:
So yeah, both Sylina and Aiteu can bond some more

Aiteu:
good sesh

Sylina:
I liked it

Sylina:
I got tetanus

Aiteu:
Phew that felt good

Aiteu:
I can actualy expand on i2's character

Sylina:
but she can't scare the living daylights out of everyone anymore

Aiteu:
that's what you think

Aiteu:
But people will misinterpret

Aiteu:
They'll think she's just a crazy stalker

Aiteu:
or super clingy

Aiteu:
context and apperances go a long way

Sylina:
tru