SnD- Stage 3-6: Hanged Harlies Harasses Harlots Cheaply

ThatBaka:
well now that that's calm

Charlotte:
I didn't experience the 2000s so much as sneak glances of it when my parents weren't looking

ThatBaka:
i now deem it safe for it to be a- aaawwww

Charlotte:
oh just start the damn thing

ThatBaka:
*peeks around* it's clear again, now it's time for a brand new
PREVIOUSLY ON SHIOKARAIKEN NO DENSETSU (oh man I'm slipping up on the spelling of that, what happened)

Charlotte:
a brand new...?

Charlotte:
you guys coulda like, told me I didn't have to dress up like a complete slut, that would've been cool

Adel Zuan:
I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT TODAY SEEMS LIKE IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT DAY

Rosalinda :
My butt hurts still >:

Miren:
I'm pretty sure I literally existed more than either of PC's actual characters

Lyric:
Something tells me I should keep being indifferent or risk death

Mimmy:
Remember Remember the somethingth of November

Mimmy:
I mean *COUGH HURK KOFF WHEEZE*

Cheryl:
I'm in a drunken haze, the fuck happened last time?

Rosalinda :
It's the 5th of November (D)
AND NOW ON TODAY'S ACTION-PACKED TORTILLA WRAP OF AN EPISODE
Charlotte: (( I don't even know if that was IC @ MT ))
Cheryl: (( Good. ))
Charlotte: (( well fug ))

ThatBaka:
So Mimmy has kinda left the building, and now all that's left is for you to leave too

Charlotte:
I'm like, 80% sure that Charlotte's already said her goodbyes, so she'll just stumble out of the building

Charlotte:
Destination: figure out how the hell I'm supposed to get in touch with Darius again

Rosalinda :
"Welll, I should be getting home...less you need me to keep you company for your, er, other friends?" Linda looks at Adel and Lyric, back and forth.
Charlotte: (( Gonna be a BIT distracted by this apple crisp for the next few minutes. ))
Charlotte: (( I should probably find something to listen to, while I'm at it ))

Cheryl:
"Nah, you're alright to leave. Thanks though, Linda."
Miren: (( just listen to what I'm currently listening to ))
Miren: (( you already listened to Swagger, I take it ))
Charlotte: (( uh, probably? Was that the... Flogging Mollies, or whatever? ))
Miren: (( and Drunken Lullabies and Within A Mile Of Home ))
Miren: (( all are flogging molly, yes ))
Miren: (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2QoWMLdpzk ))
Charlotte: (( I don't think so, on those second two ))

Rosalinda :
"Welll, okay! Later you guys. You know who to call incase you need something." Linda proceeds to leave her house, remember to close the door behind her.
Miren: (( Within A Mile Of Home was the one I linked to you last, with the piratey song ))
Charlotte: (( oh jesus why this stomachache, why not ))
Charlotte: (( *why NOW ))

Lyric:
The other redhead in the building takes a few more sips of the liquor she was given. "I'm not sure if this is a usual occurance, but I apologize if I take up any more space than I need to."
Charlotte: (( fuck "why not", this hurts (D) ))

Cheryl:
"Naw, I have crazy revival rituals all the time at my place."

Lyric:
Lyric smiles and tilts her head. "That's great! For a second, I was worried you'd be upset with occultist trivialities."

Adel Zuan:
Adel begins to look slighty agitated before turning his attention back to the coffin, awaiting its eventual awakening.

ThatBaka:
So was Charlotte gonna do that thing
Charlotte: (( Yeah, Agi was just doing his thing first ))

Cheryl:
"That was sarcasm there, love." She turns her attention to Adel, "How goes it, short stuff?"

Charlotte:
Charlotte stands on the sidewalk, bulky 90s cellphone in hand, unsure of who to call. She latches onto the distraction of Mimmy walking by. "Wait, hold on!"

Adel Zuan:
the black-haired weirdo clenches his hand. "There's a distinct possibility this whole thing could be taking a toll on me. Yet, I'm still not gonna give up hope yet."

Mimmy:
Mimmy turns back, tilting her head with a gesture that conveys a questioning expression.

Cheryl:
"Well shit, if it's killin' you then is it really worth it for whoever's in that fuckin' thing?"

Charlotte:
"So, you're our new manager, then...? I'm not totally sure when that happened, but you're definitely playing that role. More effectively than Mr. Alloces ever did, to be sure."

Adel Zuan:
"Huhuhuu..." Zuan's countenance changes to that of an unusually smug and complacent young man. "That's irrational. A man like me, I can't die. There's no way."
Alloces: (( Mr. Alloces? (D) ))
Alloces: (( Surnames, girl (D) ))
Charlotte: (( Like hell if you ever told it to us ))
Charlotte: (( and if you did, you never told us OOC ))

Mimmy:
Mimmy scratches her head, not quite sure how to properly respond beyond a friendly nod. "Thanks, and...if you need me, don't...hesitate to ask..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl shrugs her shoulders and closes her eyes, "Whatever you say, kid."

ThatBaka:
so Linda what are you doing exactly

Rosalinda :
"Guesss I'll head home now."

Charlotte:
"Well, no, there's more to it than that - you just show up out of nowhere with Linda right when we're engaging Sister Rosa? And I can't even SEE a Replicant with you, though you're clearly showing supernatural abilities... I don't know, the past few weeks have made me a bit suspicious. This event, though I won't deny how good it is to have something this high-quality, just has even more mystery about it."
Alloces: (( Sure didn't seem suspicious about that one fag with the white hair ))

Mimmy:
Mimmy steps back a bit, showing a slight flash on her face that indicates a brief moment of fear before snapping back and adjusting her glasses. "Thanks, but...some mysteries are....best left that...*ahem*"

Mimmy:
"All you need to know....is that I posses something...rather important..." She bangs her chest a bit. "Otherwise, I'm...quite unremarkable..."

Charlotte:
"Is that right...?" Charlotte responds, potentially to all three parts. "In any case, I intend on giving my all this event. If there's any special coaching you can give us between now and then, it would be appreciated."
Darius: (( should've asked her to give you singing lessons ))

Mimmy:
Mimmy beams off a warm, assuring smile. "If practice is...what you need...don't sweat it. Probably wont....be the most...*cough*ideal conditions, but...it'll work for...sure."

Charlotte:
"I do wish someone could have bothered to tell me about the costume being... excessive, before it became too late." Charlotte grumbles as an aside. "It's more the conditions I'm concerned about, I suppose? These have been hardly the venues I'd EXPECT for our breed of music - a fancy, church-sponsored dinner, and something with Stouffer's direct hand?"

Charlotte:
(Surely, she has better taste than us.)
Darius: (( Chances are it's a deathtrap; she wouldn't actually invite anyone good ))
Darius: (( you'll probably be competing against Daigo's dodgeball-throwing and Jimble's stacked deck plays ))

Mimmy:
"Hmm..." Mimmy looks up into the sky. "It's best not...to think about...things like these....too hard..."

Mimmy:
"Don't get your...hopes up about...Stouffer though..."

Charlotte:
"In what way...?"

Mimmy:
"She may...give off an air...of being a...fine, upper class...aristocrat, but...she won't go out of...her way to...ensure everything by...her reflects this."

Mimmy:
"The other bands she...gathered around aren't...quite what you'd call...typical high life...music...it's questionable, really..."

Mimmy:
"No...offense of course....*cough*"

Charlotte:
"Strange... well, at least we won't be out of place. I'm sorry, I've probably kept you too long."
Charlotte: (( the hell was I blue for, must've forgotten to switch back ))

ThatBaka:
@TWILT and you should probably notice this by now, but your door is sorta open. Did you forget to lock it?

Mimmy:
"It's...okay...I won't blame you for...being at least...a little skeptical...it's normal beha-" *COUGH COUGH* "Behavior."

Mimmy:
"*Ahem* Sorry I...couldn't elaborate more but...I'm under a tight schedule...so good luck."

Rosalinda :
"Eh?...I'm pretty sure I locked the door.." Linda says as she walks into her house.

Charlotte:
"And to you."

Mimmy:
Mimmy nods and heads her seperate way.

ThatBaka:
Doesn't seem to be anyone inside. Guess you really did forget?
Darius: (( make sure you look up at the ceiling, Ladd might be holding himself up there to hide from yo ))
Darius: (( u ))

Rosalinda :
(beaker)

Charlotte:
"Hmm..." With a few of many questions answered, Charlotte heads to the hospital next, to check up on Sister Rosa, cursing herself for not thinking to get Psychic Wars from Linda beforehand.
Darius: (( yeah you did sorta forget that, you actaully set it up to ask her last session ))
Charlotte: (( I kinda fucked up by talking to Mimmy ))

Rosalinda :
"Ahhh, maybe I did just forget." Linda says as she closes the door and proceeds to relax a little bit.
Charlotte: (( ah well, we can pay a visit later ))

ThatBaka:
The hospital is still in one piece, but it seems to be somewhat more populated. At least there's one familiar face; Sypha from the church, holding a single flower in her hand, rubbing it with a worriful grip.

Aphex Twin:
It's getting a bit crowded in here, gonna hide out

Rosalinda :
Linda pops open a soda drink she bought earlier today and proceeds to turn on the TV. "Wonder if anything good is on..."

Charlotte:
Charlotte gives a wave to her fellow church-goer, wordlessly asking permission to approach from across the room.

Sypha:
She turns to her side, noticing your presence. Looking slightly happy someone else is here, she gives a nod of confirmation.

ThatBaka:
There's nothing really on at this hour besides reruns and infomercials.
Darius: (( Hey, I was ther--oh right I was there BEFORE EVERYONE ELSE (D) ))
Charlotte: (( you MORON ))
Cheryl: (( Also still here by the by ))
Darius: (( you should have run while you had the chance ))

ThatBaka:
I kno, was juuuust gonna wait a sec before the things happen there...

Rosalinda :
"Ugggghhhh, nothing good on. What to do, what to do this night..."
Darius: (( oh god damn I just smashed my hand so hard it's numb ))
Rosalinda : (( it's 1999 right ))
Lyric: (( yes ))
Cheryl: (( kk, just didn't know if you'd forgotten about me (SAD) ))

Charlotte:
"Good afternoon, Sister..." Charlotte takes a seat. "Is she doing any better?"
Rosalinda : (( I would totally be playing on my N64 or something ))
Cheryl: (( >tfw we have to deal with Y2K again but WITH REPLICANTS. ))
Darius: (( join the club, MT, we've got root beer and maraschino cherries ))
Charlotte: (( I have a cat ))
Charlotte: (( and how are maraschino cherries a draw (D) ))
Darius: (( nigga don't diss maraschino cherries, ain't you ever had a banana split ))
Rosalinda : (( tirk, is it alright if I have a N64 in my house or ))
Charlotte: (( why would it not be okay ))
Charlotte: (( shit ))
Charlotte: (( it's your house ))
Rosalinda : (( tirk might have plans! ))
Darius: (( Twilt just has to spend a story point to have an N64 ))
Charlotte: (( he can afford it ))
Charlotte: (( the bigger question is whether or not you have a TV, and that's already been resolved ))

Sypha:
Sypha lowers her head, downtrodden. "It's...well, she's not in too much pain anymore at least. Still...I wonder how long it'll last? Everything the doctor said...it's been quite true so far. Still, I think what she needs most at this moment is people to be by her side."

Lyric:
Lyric stretches for a moment. "Be as it may, there are still many blanks left in this whole equation...and it is in the best of both of our interests that we see that they're filled in as soon as possible. Wouldn't you agree?"

ThatBaka:
I sorta assumed you had a playstation
Rosalinda : (( eh, Playstation it is ))
Rosalinda : (( the most I would have is like the Final Fantasy PS1 games tho lol ))

Charlotte:
Charlotte smiles and places her own hand gently on Sypha's. "That's why we're both here."
Charlotte: (( also, seems it's garbage night ))
Charlotte: (( gonna go collect that ))

Rosalinda :
*Sigh* Linda decides to turn her Playstation on, and pop in her Final Fantasy VII disc. "Well, might as well wrap up this playthrough...on disc 3, so I'm near the end. Time to kick Sephiroth's ass!"

Cheryl:
"This whole goddamn city is turning into one giant blank; I've got no idea what the fuck's goin' on anymore here."

ThatBaka:
So yeah you take out your video game console thing, but upon doing so, you notice one of your faucets is running. Could you have left it on before?

Sypha:
Sypha gently smiles and wipes away something from her eye. "Yes...I believe visiting time should be soon anyway."

Rosalinda :
"....Okay really. I'm pretty sure everything was turned off when I left the house." Linda heads towards the faucet to turn it off.

Rosalinda :
"Sialia, are you here?! I told you to call me if you entered my house, you know!"

ThatBaka:
And then once you make it over to the faucet, you hear the shower suddenly start to run. Ok, something seems suspicious here. Upon checking the bathroom, it seems the culprit behind all this is still in the shower.
Charlotte: (( IT'S RED HERRING ))

ThatBaka:
Of course, the curtain is still obscuring them and it probably wouldn't be very nice of you to interrupt them like that. They might be embarassed.

Rosalinda :
Linda knocks the door, with a baseball bat ready to strike. "Hey, who is this?"

Adel Zuan:
"!!!" Adel seems to jump back, noticing the coffin beginning to shiver and shake. "Hey, I think...I think I got something working here..."

Rosalinda :
Linda quickly summons Indestructible. "Best be on guard..."

Charlotte:
"I made it just in time then!" Charlotte clasps her hands happily. "Oh, I wish I'd thought to bring a flower too... but there's always next time."

Cheryl:
"Hmm?" Cheryl takes her feet off the table and leans in to get a look at the coffin, "Shit's goin' down then?"

ThatBaka:
The being behind the curtain makes a slight grunting sound, and turns off the water. But instead of stepping out, they now seem to be splashing around in a bath full of water.

Rosalinda :
"....Screw it! Whoever's in there...!" Linda proceeds to open the door to see....

Marky:
「IS THAT YOU? I AM VERY CONFUSED BY THIS TECHNOLOGY.」it asks, helplessly flopping about in the water.
Charlotte: (( oh hey, it's that one guy from the first Linda session ))

Rosalinda :
...*sigh* "Y'know, you gotta stop scaring me like that...

Marky:
「IT IN FACT FEELS VERY COUNTER-PRODUCTIVE. BUT IT WAS WORTH A SHOT」

Dr. Phil Goodman:
The doctor arrives and flatly mentions that you're free to visit now.

Rosalinda :
"Just...get out of the rub. I'll drain the water..."

Rosalinda :
tub*

Sypha:
"Ah, great. You'll come with me, yes?" Sypha gets up, flower in hand.

Rosalinda :
"ANYWAY, why are you here? Is something wrong?"

Charlotte:
"Let's go."

Marky:
The beast crawls out of the tub, shaking off the excess moisture stored in its metallic corners. 「I HAVE NOTICED THESE DISTURBANCES GETTING MORE AND MORE CONSPICUOUS. IN FACT, YOU ARE CARRYING ONE AT THIS MOMENT, RIGHT.」

Adel Zuan:
The coffin continues to jump and shake. "I....I think I actually got it working! YES! YES! Finally!"

Rosalinda :
Linda drains the tub. "What...? Oh, did you mean a replicant?"

Indestructible:
Indestructible just stands there, ready."

Cheryl:
Cheryl stands up and cautiously approaches the coffin and the young man, "Really hope I'm not gonna regret this shit..."

Sister Rosa:
Rosa lies on her bed, bandages wrapping bits of her skin. But even through all this apparent pain, her face is still relaxed, and her eyes closed.
Darius: (( I didn't expect to become an embalmer, I must admit ))
Darius: (( but i will do what i must ))

Adel Zuan:
Slowly the locks on the sides of the coffin begin to unlock themselves, and the contraption holding it together loosens its grip around the box. "He...he's actually alive!"

Marky:
「NOT QUITE. THERE IS ONE ITEM THAT YOU HAVE SURELY COME ACROSS IN YOUR BRIEF TIME HERE. IT IS AN EYE.」

Charlotte:
Charlotte again takes her seat one one of the chairs at the bedside.

Cheryl:
"Now who's 'he' though...?"

Rosalinda :
"...Ohhh, you mean...Psychic Wars...." Linda pulls the orb out of her pocket.

Adel Zuan:
Soon, a figure begins to emerge from the coffin! "Yes! I knew you could make it back!" He runs up to the arising figure from the coffin, and holds its shoulders, closing his eyes in joy.
Charlotte: (( naw, he meant your overcooked ham sandwich ))

Adel Zuan:
Soon the figure becomes apparent, yes Zuan hugs it anyway.

Hanged Harley:
"..."
Cheryl: (( WHO OVERCOOKS A HAM SAMMICH? ))
Charlotte: (( Linda (D) ))
Charlotte: (( and oh shit it's not Al ))
Rosalinda : (( I DO NOT YOU LIAR ))
Charlotte: (( where the fuck is Al ))

Alloces:
11/10 you're all ded

Adel Zuan:
Still closing his eyes, Zuan embraces the figure. "I KNEW YOU COULD MAKE IT BACK A- Hmm?" Zuan looks around, at least noticing the mortified expression on the other Cheryl's face.

Lyric:
Lyric falls to the ground and drags herself back. "Aa....aa..th-...thaat...."
Alloces: (( brb ))

Sypha:
"Hello? Sister Rosa? Are you feeling okay? Look, I brought someone else here to visit too!"

Cheryl:
Cheryl stares at the figure in confusion, "Alright then...now who the fuck is this?"

Marky:
「AAAA!」Marky's glowing eyes begin to shine brighter. 「YOU MAY NOT BE FAMILIAR WITH THAT, BUT THAT EYE BELONGED TO A GOOD FRIEND OF MINE. JUST SEEING IT AGAIN MAKES ME NOSTALGIC」

Marky:
「IT IS AN IMPORTANT PIECE OF AIONEESE HISTORY, ONE YOU MUST TAKE GOOD CARE OF.」

Rosalinda :
"Ohh? Maybe you can further help explain to me what it is and what it can do?"

Rosalinda :
"Yeah, taking really good care of it. With great power comes great responsibility after all, haha.!"

Charlotte:
Charlotte adjusts her glasses and gives a smile. "That's right, Sister, we're here to see if you're alright!"

Sister Rosa:
"Hmmm...?" The sister weakly turns over and opens her eyes. "Thank you again, sister. But... Char...Charlotte..? Is that you? How kind of you to visit me after what I've done..."

Adel Zuan:
"Eh? EH? What do you mea-" Zuan turns his head straight and gets a good eyeful at the scornful shadow-woman looking him dead in the eye.

Adel Zuan:
".....Aaaaa...." a look of overwhelming grief and despair takes over every last fiber of his body. "G...get away...get away, please..."

Charlotte:
Charlotte gives a sigh of relief. "Think nothing of it... for now, all that matters is that you're well."

Cheryl:
"I'm gonna assume this didn't work out like you wanted, eh, short stuff?"

Sister Rosa:
The sister coughs a bit under her breath. "Well is the best way to put it. You may have heard some...stories about my current condition. But don't worry about it. So long as everyone else is safe, I couldn't be better."
Alloces: (( back ))

Marky:
「IT GOES BACK MANY YEARS AGO. BUT AS WE ALL KNOW, THE EYE BELONGED TO WHO IS NOW KNOWN AS THE STRONGEST AION WHO EVER LIVED. EVEN IN DEATH, HIS LEGACY STILL CONQUERS ALL.」

Adel Zuan:
"R-RUN AWAAAAAAA-" Zuan screams before he's stabbed in the stomach by a pitch-black blade protruding from the shadowy figure's arm.

Rosalinda :
"Eesh, how old is this...anyway, go on please."

Adel Zuan:
"Guu- GUUAAAAH!" He screams as his body begins to disintegrate away.
Alloces: (( Also I coulda sworn that thing had a different token before ))

Lyric:
"N-no way...how did...how did it stuff itself into that...into that thing!"

Charlotte:
"E-even down to the peritonitis? Sister, that's... admirable, but..." Charlotte swallows before continuing. "They haven't noticed any improvements, have they? There has to be some hope..."
Charlotte: (( whoa, did anyone else just get centered on Linda ))
Cheryl: (( I did. Which was weird because I was in another window lol ))
Charlotte: (( I know there's something that lets GMs move the player view ))
Charlotte: (( I doubt Tirk intended to, though ))

Cheryl:
"Oh -FUCK ME-, this fuckin' week!"

Marky:
「HIS NAME WAS 『THROUGH THE FIRE AND FLAMES』BUT WE BETTER KNOW HIM BY THE NAME OF HIS LEGACY, THE PARTS OF THE 『FIRE.』IT WAS THROUGH HIM THAT THE REPLICANTS WE KNOW TODAY WERE BORN. 」

Adel Zuan:
A stream of blood trickles down Adel's throat, as his body begins to evaporate more. "Just...try and..."

Lyric:
"GET AWAAAAY!" In a display of sudden bravado, Lyric tries to interrupt the disintegration by attacking the figure directly.

Cheryl:
"Oh Chroist my place is gettin' wrecked..."

R to the Core:
"HOOAAAHAAAA!" Lyric's replicant goes in for a mighty punch!

Hanged Harley:
"..." Yet, the shadowy figure effortlessly slaps away her replicant with a kick to the stomach.

Rosalinda :
"Oh my, that's really interesting...go on, please!"

Lyric:
"KUUUH!" Lyric winces and drops down to the ground.

Sister Rosa:
Rosa smiles. "It's okay, it's okay. There's no need to feel down. All things eventually pass...after all, I should consider myself thankful. I should have met my end back there...yet here I am, still experiencing the joy of talking to you!"

Cheryl:
"Roight, because of course it's that strong..." Cheryl runs over to the fallen other Cheryl and grabs her by the wrist, hoisting her up to her feet, "Alright, change of plan, we're gettin' the fuck outta here."
Cheryl: (( Where's mah window at in this room? ))
Charlotte: (( >Windows ))
Charlotte: (( you wish you were that successful ))

Hanged Harley:
BITCH YOU IN A RUN-DOWN APARTMENT
Alloces: (( You never listened to my words of wisdom, and it shows ))
Alloces: (( If there's no window ))
Alloces: (( MAKE A WINDOW ))
Charlotte: (( C'MON, LET'S MAKE OUR ESCAPE THROUGH THE WALL ))
Alloces: (( I don't have 6 Property Damage for nothing (D) ))

Hanged Harley:
but yeah it's probably in the bathroom, but that's gonna cost a story point
Cheryl: (( WE'LL JUMP INTO A PAINTING, SHE'LL NEVER FIND US IN BOB-OMB BATTLEFIELD. ))
Charlotte: (( DO IT ))
Charlotte: (( SPEND TWO IF YOU GOTTA ))

Adel Zuan:
Adel finally disintegrates.

Marky:
「ANYWAY, THIS EYE HOLDS A VARIETY OF FEATURES ALONE. SIMPLY FROM IT, IT CAN CREATE AND DESTROY ANY REPICANT IT WILLS. AND SINCE IT'S AN ALL-SEEING EYE, IT REMEMBERS ITS EVERY EXPERIENCE.」
Cheryl: (( What floor am I on again? ))

Charlotte:
"If that's how you truly feel..." Charlotte relaxes. "I must say, it's good to have you back to your normal self."

Hanged Harley:
probably the « 1d3 = 2 »rd

Hanged Harley:
nd

Rosalinda :
"Create...and destroy at willl...?"

Sypha:
"Yes, it really is! I hope you're still hanging in there either way!"

Cheryl:
Cheryl swings the bathroom door open and throws Lyric inside, swiftly ducking in herself as she slams the door behind her. "Alright, that oughta hold her for about five seconds...s'all we need though!" She hoists her guitar up and smashes out the bathroom window, looking down at the ground below. "Did not really think this through...ladies first?" She motions for the doppelganger to exit, stage window.
Cheryl: (( Also yeah, totally using a SP for that ))

Sister Rosa:
"And it's good to see you all again too. I'm not sure what I did to deserve such good friends, but it's a delight either way. Still..." The sister drolls worriedly. "It appears I was gravely misunderstood about many things in the past."
Charlotte: (( Misunderstood, or mistaken...? ))

Rosalinda :
"Anything else I might wanna know about it...?"

Lyric:
Lyric barely gets back up and speeds toward's Cheryl's side. "This can't be! Did we really go through all that for THIS!?"
Alloces: (( oh quiet, your evil twin fell thirty stories, this is one fifteenth of that, you'll be fine (D) ))

Hanged Harley:
The shadow steps forward, taking its time when approaching you.

Cheryl:
"WINDOW, NOW. TALK. LATER."

Charlotte:
"Misunderstood...? What about?"
tirkaroKujo:
actually it was mean tto be mistaken, sorry
Charlotte: (( a'ight, I've sorta learned to tell ))

Sister Rosa:
"Namely what I figured my power was. I assumed it was pure hatred...but that simply wasn't true. Really, I should have known..."

Sister Rosa:
"Nothing in this world can really be true hatred. In fact, I'm certain Makaveli was simply shielding me from my illness. Yet, I foolishly mistook her for causing it..."

Sister Rosa:
"If only I found out sooner. Maybe I could have been able to control her."

Lyric:
Lyric breaks through shoulder-first and jumps out the window!

Hanged Harley:
"..." the figure still has no response to any of your actions, other than to slowly prod forth

Charlotte:
"Shielding...?" Charlotte says, breathlessly. "You say you're certain?" She shoots a glance towards Sypha, unsure how much she knows about the whole situation.

Cheryl:
"Alright, not too bad, only two floors this time...aim for a pedestrian, Cheryl..." Cheryl takes a deep breath and dives out the window as well, shooting to roll when she hits the ground.

Sypha:
Sypha holds onto the flower some more. She seems to care more about Rosa's ultimate well being rather than what she can gather from her former powers.

Sister Rosa:
"It's true. Makaveli was a very misunderstood individual. It pains me that her powers were only used for evil and bloodshed, rather than to bring peace like it surely wanted to."

Sister Rosa:
"...I'm sorry. It really is all my fault."

Marky:
「A SMALL BIT OF SPIRIT IS STILL EMBEDDED WITHIN THE THING. PERHAPS I CAN MAKE CONTACT WITH IT ONCE AGAIN.」

Charlotte:
"...we were both mistaken, it seems..."

Rosalinda :
"Er, sure I suppose. Be very careful though..." Linda attempts to hand the orb over.

Cheryl:
Cheryl skids to a halt and looks up at her apartment window, "Well so much for gettin' that deposit back...

Hanged Harley:
You fall down from the apartment, while a few random gangbangers on the street jump back in surprise, yelling "AW SHIT, WHAT THE HEEELL"

Lyric:
"I think we need to run. Don't worry about where we'll go, just RUN!"

Cheryl:
"Don't have to tell me twice, love. May be hard-headed but I sure as fuck know when to dip out of a fight..."

Marky:
Marky grabs the orb. 「JUST STARE DEEP INTO IT AND...」the eye within Psychic Wars opens up.

Psychic Wars:
「?」It gives off a rather disgruntled look.

Marky:
「IT DOES NOT FEEL LIKE TELLING US ITS SECRETS. PERHAPS YOU CAN FIND A BETTER WAY TO READ IT.」

Cheryl:
And so, Cheryl takes off running, "That thing...it was a Replicant, right?! You acted like you recognized it! "

Rosalinda :
"Er, what do you suggest...?"

Sister Rosa:
"Ah, but what's done is done. I should be thankful I was at least given the chance to live as long as I did."

Lyric:
"That...THING is Hanged Harley! The Replicant belonging to- Lyric is suddenly interrupted by the sight of a man appearing right in front of you two out of nowhere.

Cheryl:
Cheryl skids to a halt, "Him, I take it?"

Adel Zhen:
The strange man checks some notes of his, and looks in your direction. "Is that really how you're gonna treat me this early?" He questions in a low-key voice.

Lyric:
"Kuh!" Lyric steps back. "Yes...Adel Zhen..."

Hanged Harley:
The shadow girl appears right beside him, caressing his shoulders.

Adel Zhen:
"More importantly, do you really think running is a valid tactic? I'm greatly disappointed in you."

Alloces:
everyone, meet my archnemesis, he's not really important to any of you, and please, don't bring attention to his weird fetishes, it makes him sad

Lyric:
"Don't mind him. We need to find a way out of here..." She whispers to you

Marky:
「FOR ONE, AS MUCH AS IT MAY TRY AND HIDE IT, THIS PART CONTAINS A MEMORY. IF WE COULD FIND SOME WAY TO EXTRACT THE MEMORY, AND READ IT...HMM, EVEN I AM NOT SURE HOW TO PULL OFF SUCH A FEAT」
TWILT is disconnected.

Marky:
「o-ok」

Cheryl:
Cheryl steps in front of the other Cheryl, "Worth giving it a shot, Adel. Mr. Zhen?"
MarthTrinity is disconnected.
Charlotte: (( uh oh ))

Marky:
oh shit
MarthTrinity has connected.

Marky:
what's happening
Charlotte: (( it's coming for me next isn't it ))
TWILT has connected.
MarthTrinity: (( I hovered over Another Cheryl and realized I was still a GM ))
Thrice is disconnected.
Thrice is disconnected.

Marky:
WHAT'S GOING ON HERE
TWILT: (( er sorry internet derped out for a second ))
Charlotte: (( MY TURN ))
Agi is disconnected.
TWILT: (( >:V ))
Agi has connected.

Marky:
ok now you're just doing this on purpose
Rosalinda : (( what'd I miss? ))

Marky:
「FOR ONE, AS MUCH AS IT MAY TRY AND HIDE IT, THIS PART CONTAINS A MEMORY. IF WE COULD FIND SOME WAY TO EXTRACT THE MEMORY, AND READ IT...HMM, EVEN I AM NOT SURE HOW TO PULL OFF SUCH A FEAT」
Charlotte: (( depends on what the last thing you saw was ))
Cheryl: (( Didn't want to accidentally peak any of boss man's stats if he's statted. ))

Rosalinda :
Lyric: "Don't mind him. We need to find a way out of here..." She whispers to you
Rosalinda : (( ^ last thing i saw ))
Thrice has connected.

Adel Zhen:
Adel crosses his arms and chuckles. "Ah, I see. You're this world's equivalent of this pesky thorn, aren't you? At least you don't seem to be quite as pathetic."

Rosalinda :
"Hmm..." Linda picks up the orb. "Can my replicant do anything...?" Linda looks at Indestructible.
Rosalinda : (( and er ))
Rosalinda : (( can you give me ownership to Indes pls? ))

Charlotte:
"What's done may be done, but there still may be more which can BE done... Sister, I'm pleased you're well, and I thank you for your time. O

Adel Zhen:
"Tell me, if you have the courage to not run like a coward, tell me all about you. What do you fight for?

Charlotte:
mmmmmmmm

Charlotte:
*I'll be back soon!"
Thrice is disconnected.
Thrice is disconnected.

Sister Rosa:
"Hah...well I thank you for your optimism. Feel free to visit me again any time. I wish you well, no matter what you may get into."

Psychic Wars:
*ownership'd*
Thrice has connected.
Thrice: (( y-you gaiz ))

Psychic Wars:
what u doin man
Thrice:
u gotta stop this

Psychic Wars:
The Orb looks at you with an increased amount of indifference.
Rosalinda : (( nu I mean give me ownership to indestructible ))
Rosalinda : (( kinda locked me out for some raison ))

Psychic Wars:
somehow I confused Psychic Wars for indestructable

Psychic Wars:
this is what split does to me

Rosalinda :
"Hmm..." Linda stares long and hard at the orb, concentrating with all her might, yet still remaining calm.

Cheryl:
"What do I fight for? You really wanna know what I fight for? Tch. I'm sure you don't give two fucks about it, but I fight for myself. Every fuckin' day of my life I've had to fight for myself." Cheryl shakes her head, "Weird little red-haired bitch with the funny accent, easy fuckin' target, right? Well I had to fight back. I had to claw my fuckin' way to respect in this fuckin' city cuz the rich motherfuckers here are even more vicious than the poor ones."

Charlotte:
Charlotte nods politely at both Sister Rosa and Sypha. "Take care of her." I realize OOC that man, 'take care of' has a lot of negative connotations, and would like to emphasize that none of them should be assumed here.

Cheryl:
"That's why I fight. To fuckin' survive. To get by in a city that's not even fuckin' worth livin' in."

Adel Zhen:
"...Impressive. You really are far more worthy of the name 'Cheryl' aren't you? Me and you, there are many things we have in common. Unlike you however, I clawed my way to the top. What have you done? What will you do? Hmm..."

Adel Zhen:
"I'm not sure if I wish to fight you. But still, you're surely expecting one, right? Would it be a disservice if I let you free? It's only your other, weaker half I have a grudge against."

Psychic Wars:
The orb still only looks around, now slightly confused.

Rosalinda :
"...Ughhh, not sure what to do!" Linda shows her frustration with orb.

Cheryl:
Cheryl shakes her head, "I don't fight for the fun of it. I'm not one to back out of a fight. But I've always fought to protect the weak part of me...so if that means fighting to protect the -other- me, then that's what I have to do.."

Marky:
「PERHAPS THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE WHO CAN READ IT. OR MAYBE IT WILL BE REVEALED TO US IN DUE TIME. PATIENCE, AS IT TURNED OUT, IS THE ONLY OPTION HERE.」

Rosalinda :
*Sigh* "I understand...but who do you think can help us with this?"

Adel Zhen:
Zhen casually rolls up his sleeves, and cracks his knuckles. "I see. At the very least, this will prove to be a valuable learning experience. How far can you be pushed? We'll just have to see about that."
Cheryl: (( QUESTION, DID YOU MANAGE TO HURT HIM PC? ))
Charlotte: (( METAKNOWLEDGE ))
Charlotte: (( SIT YOUR ASS DOWN. ))
Cheryl: (( No, I just have to show up Al (COOL) ))
Thrice: (( Yeah, I hurt him quite a bit ))
Thrice: (( a fourth or a third or something ))
Thrice: (( but he was just fucking around ))
Thrice: (( Might not have been that much really (HMM) ))
Thrice: (( all I know is that I hurt him some toward the middle/end ))
Thrice: (( if you manage to beat him tho you are undeniably broken as all shit ))
Cheryl: (( Faito ))
tirkaroKujo:
sorry, had to get something there for a sec

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen loses 45 hit points.
Charlotte: (( You are FUCKED. ))

Adel Zhen:
"How far can you go? We'll just have to see..."

Hanged Harley:
This is an obvious signifier that this is dramatic combat
Rosalinda : (( >45 HP lost ))
Rosalinda : (( still a decent amount of HP left ))
Rosalinda : (( what the fawk ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 25 hit points.

Marky:
「I'M SORRY TO SAY, BUT I'M NOT SURE. WE CANNOT EXPECT EVERY PROBLEM TO INSTANTLY RESOLVE THEMSELVES. THINKING THIS OVER WILL SURELY BE VALUABLE.」
Charlotte: (( So should I go hurl myself into traffic then, show up in Darius's office? (hmm) ))
Cheryl: (( Control don't matter, right? And it's basical attacks only unless you use a Story Point? ))
Cheryl: (( l ))
Cheryl: (( MINUS l ))
Charlotte: (( a story point or an ACTION point, I think ))
tirkaroKujo:
In order to get into Darius' office, you need to go to its location
Charlotte: (( of which you get one per turn ))
tirkaroKujo:
which is in Stouffer's big mansion
Charlotte: (( Oh no, I'm not talking to you, Tirk, I'm more talking to Thrice ))
tirkaroKujo:
o ok
Charlotte: (( I can get there fine ))
Charlotte: (( carry on with dem fitan ))
Cheryl: (( Does FS exist in Dramatic, can't recall ))
Charlotte: (( I didn't notice whether me leaving was acknowledged or no ))
Charlotte: (( t ))

Rosalinda :
"Hmm, I suppose you're right. Thanks a lot for the info by the way. You've always been a great help Marky."
Thrice: (( You'd probably have to call him ))
Thrice: (( for the simple fact that you likely don't know where his office IS ))
Charlotte: (( Probably not, no ))
Charlotte: (( Dammit, does texting exist? (sad) ))
Cheryl: (( You said earlier you have a brick phone ))
Charlotte: (( DAMMIT (CRS) ))
Charlotte: (( well, let's try this a different way, then ))
Thrice: (( do you have to make this super complicated for some reason ))
Charlotte: (( yes. ))
Thrice: (( this is literally the third session I've said nothing in, you're not doing me any favours by extending it ))
Charlotte: (( why are you OOC anyway ))
Thrice:
I dunno, I keep thinking I'm impersonated
Thrice:
And is anyone going to answer MT's question? I don't know enough about dramatic combat
tirkaroKujo:
OKAY BACK FOR REAL THIS TIME
Rosalinda : (( tirkey pls ))

Charlotte:
« 1d10+4 = 8 + 4 = 12 » Charlotte looks around the hospital lobby for any of Darius's cameras.
tirkaroKujo:
ANYWAY, you only have init rolls, no control rolls in Dramatic combat
Charlotte: (( And I'll spend a story point so that one exists, because he'd totally have bugged it by now ))
tirkaroKujo:
http://pastebin.com/5UGFfV9j
tirkaroKujo:
the whole cheat sheet is here
Charlotte: (( meaning that I now have one more story point than is currently displayed, because seriously, cmon ))
Thrice: (( he probably did the last time he was here, yeah, you likely don't need a story point for that ))
Charlotte: (( I NEED TO SPEND THEM, OKAY ))
tirkaroKujo:
basically, you get an action point every turn, but you can also use story points in place of them if you wanna do more shit right now
Thrice: (( Whether a 12 can FIND the thing when they're probably pretty tough to find, I dunno ))
tirkaroKujo:
only with action points can you do anything besides basic attack, your options are listed on page 177
Charlotte: (( Eh, then call that the story point enhancement ))
tirkaroKujo:
sure, let's say you spend a story point
Thrice: (( I don't think you can ENHANCE a roll with a story point ))
Charlotte: (( look, let's not dwell too long on this ))
Thrice: (( Oh, no, we're dwelling on this ))
tirkaroKujo:
no, don't
tirkaroKujo:
move along
Thrice: (( YOu're doing this, for some reason (D) ))
Thrice: (( you coulda just called ))
Charlotte: (( don't be so old-fashioned ))
Thrice: (( But I gotta brb a while anyways, so it's tirk's ball here ))
Charlotte: (( aw you dick ))

Adel Zhen:
 2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 8 + 0 = 8 Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5

Adel Zhen:
"Oh, how flowers wilt and everything passes..."

Cheryl:
3 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 3 + 2 = 5 Control (1d6): 3 + 0 = 3
Thrice is disconnected.
Thrice is disconnected.

Radio:
NOW PLAYING TIMUSIC - Nightmare Teller http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TU68v09ifG0

Adel Zhen:
Zhen simply crosses his arms. "Well? Are you willing to fight this far?"

Cheryl:
"I haven't backed down yet, have I?"

Lyric:
"Ch-Cheryl, please..." Lyric isn't sure how to respond to this whole situation

Adel Zhen:
His arms begin to open up. "Then show me what you're made of!" *Thats his turn*
Cheryl: (( o3o So we roll init again? ))
Charlotte: (( you still have a turn, y'know ))
Cheryl: (( Didn't think it worked that way in Dramatic Combat. ))
Thrice has connected.
Marky: (( it totes works that way ))
Thrice:
I don't think that it does
Thrice:
Anyway last thing I saw was Zhen rolling Control right after Tirk said you didn't roll control
Thrice:
So what's gone on

Hanged Harley:
juss waitan for MT to attack

Hanged Harley:
assume the Charlotte/Darius front got nowhere
Charlotte: (( well, he left ))
Thrice:
am I not needed, cause that'd be real swell if I'm not needed
Charlotte: (( so it didn't ))
Charlotte: (( well, we could do our shit next session if you want ))
Charlotte: (( I'm gonna be split pretty hard here ))
Thrice:
I don't really WANT, cause it's taken for fucking every AS IS
Charlotte: (( You just heavily implied you didn't want to be needed (D) ))
Thrice:
But I've got to take my niece to the clinic in the morning for a check-up, totally forgotten about that

Hanged Harley:
well it could be just a 2-person thing
Thrice:
To see if she's fully over whatever the hell that was
Charlotte: (( yeah, that's about ten times more important ))
Charlotte: (( gohead, we got a fite here ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl rolls her shoulders and bounces in place as she readies her guitar, "He's waiting for me to attack..." She plays a chord on her guitar and summons Quiet Riot, "We've got this, love." she replies to the other Cheryl.
Thrice:
Yeah, it'd probably be best for me to actually be awake and shit, be able to pay attention to what the doctor says
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player MarthTrinity (Player)
Cheryl: (( And that's all ))
Thrice:
and thus I leave you
Thrice:
as Blissey vs Blissey commences

Adel Zhen:
Adel recrosses his arms. "I see you've grown savvy enough to see simple tricks coming from a mile away. I commend you."
Thrice is disconnected.

Adel Zhen:
 2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 4 + 0 = 4 Control (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 6 + 1 = 7 Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Adel Zhen:
Zhen towers over you, like a statue, yet in your experience, you can tell he's just a little bit on-guard right now.

Cheryl:
Cheryl scoffs, "Yeah, wasn't born yesterday." She then strikes a chord on her guitar, signaling QR to attack! « 1d6+3 = 6 + 3 = 9 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Adel Zhen:
you do manage to hit him. Do what you must.
Cheryl: (( o rite, forgot about fluffing up your attacks for extra accuracy. ))

Quiet Riot:
Quiet Riot's arms vanish to the echoing sound of the chord as the remainder of the Replicant stands in place, unmoving. From the side the thump of hands against glass can be heard banging twice before the glass window besides Adel shatters outwards, sending glass flying towards the attacker! *I'll use an Action Point for that, dunno how much damage it'd do though*
Charlotte: (( going by da roolz, it's a property damage roll or something ))
Charlotte: (( Damage is calculated as a Special Move with the Ranged Element, with Property Damage in place of the Ki Skill, and then modified by the attacker’s Strength and the defender’s Stamina. If the Property Damage attack hits, the attacker earns an Action Point. ))
Adel Zhen: (( more or less ))
Charlotte: (( more, actually, I cut out the first paragraph or so ))
Quiet Riot: (( So...like one damage. ))
Charlotte: (( 1d4 damage and an extra action point ))
Adel Zhen: (( how much do you have in property damage now ))
Charlotte: (( not a bad deal, really ))
Quiet Riot: (( None. So one damage. ))
Charlotte: (( Let me find the scaling on Ki damage, you might be right, but let me find it ))
Quiet Riot: (( I have no Ki either, so one. ))

Adel Zhen:
Adel shields his face from the storm of glass, and sets his arms back down. "Trying to attack from there, huh? Clever girl.."

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen loses 1 hit points.
Charlotte: (( seems it should technically be ZERO damage, as you actually need to -HAVE RANKS- in property damage to damage property for some reason ))
Charlotte: (( going by Ki scaling, at least ))
Charlotte: (( but yeah, call that a 1 ))
Charlotte: (( If the character has a Ki skill of 1-3, the base damage of the Special Move is 1d4. If the character has a Ki skill of 4-7, the base damage of the Special Move is 1d6. If the character has a Ki skill of 8-9, the base damage of the Special Move is 1d8. If the character has a Ki skill of 10, the base damage of the Special Move is 1d10. ))
Quiet Riot: (( Put way too many points in Thug Thrashing which I never get to use ever (SAD) ))

Adel Zhen:
"Sadly, it can't out-clever something like this..!" Suddenly, another Zhen crawls out from the top of the roof, soars through the sky, and dropkicks you!

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Adel Zhen 1:
« 1d6+2+1 = 5 + 2 + 1 = 8 »

Cheryl:
"The fuck?!"

Adel Zhen 1:
With a menacing crash, the Zhen stomps your head. While you recover from that, another Zhen materializes from below you, and delivers a swift uppercut to your jaw. « 1d8+2 = 8 + 2 = 10 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 10 hit points.
Cheryl: (( Well this is gonna end fast. ))
Charlotte: (( it certainly is ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl climbs to her feet, sputtering as she spits out a mouthful of blood, "Fuck that hurt like a fuckin' freight train...."

Adel Zhen:
"Hmm...it's not often one recoils so easily from a single hit from me. Perhaps you really do have potential...."

Adel Zhen:
 Initiative (1d6): 1 + 0 = 1 Control (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5
Cheryl: (( Is the other Zhen still underground? ))

Adel Zhen 2:
noope, I'm gone
Cheryl: (( Ah, aight. ))

Adel Zhen:
Zhen twirls one of his locks. "Such potential I coveted, once upon a time. But for me, it all turned out for nought. Still, that fire in your eyes...it's quite refreshing."

Cheryl:
"Okay...okay...new gameplan...!" Cheryl begins rapidly playing on her guitar causing Quiet Riot to punch forward with a flurry of blows against the giant of a man! Cheryl fully expects him to block each and every punch almost effortlessly...which is why her true plan is to strike herself! Instantly, the music stops and Quiet Riot phases through his master who is dashing in, mere inches from Zhen! She strikes towards the man's eyes to unleash her attack!
Cheryl: (( Do I get dat +2? ))

Adel Zhen:
Zhen does in fact, effortlessly block your machinegun volley, yet your shenanigan does catch him at least partially off-guard. Take your +2.

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1+2+2 = 6 + 1 + 2 + 2 = 11 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Cheryl: (( Also using an action point to use a special ))

Cheryl:
« 1d4 = 2 »
Cheryl: (( And he's harried. ))

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen loses 2 hit points.

Adel Zhen:
"Hnnk....I don't need my eyes to see." Zhen states while rubbing the blood off them.

Adel Zhen:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6 Control (1d6): 3 + 0 = 3

Adel Zhen:
"That ferocity...it reminds me a lot of that other man. How bizarre."

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 10 + 1 = 11 Control (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Adel Zhen:
Placing his hands in his pockets, the imposing man won't back down so easily.

Adel Zhen:
"This timeline has given me many wondrous surprises. I wonder if you will be one of them?"
Charlotte: (( and of course neither of you are keeping track of super energy ))
Cheryl: (( I'm not going to live long enough to super ))
Charlotte: (( You might, who knows ))
Hanged Harley: (( ppssst, that means you go first ))
Charlotte: (( aw shit he's impersonating the replicant, whatever could he be doing that for ))

Cheryl:
"In battle, you have to keep your opponent guessing, change your tactics, throw them a curveball!" Cheryl rips out a power chord, sending her launching into the air with Quiet Riot's help! "A wise man once said, 'A cornered fox is more dangerous than a jackal!'" As she falls (and while she gives her mini-speech there), Cheryl shreds another chord causing Quiet Riot to appear behind her, whipping her around and hurling her at her opponent!
Cheryl: (( Do I get my +2? ))

Hanged Harley:
While you soar into the air, Hanged Harley jumps up to one of the roofs and rips open a hole in the wall... (yeah you get your +2)

Cheryl:
« 1d6+2+1+3 = 1 + 2 + 1 + 3 = 7 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Petit Zhen:
Out from the wall is...another Adel? She throws a chain out from the hole, effortlessly blocking your human bullet train like a bug catcher.
Charlotte: (( I'm so glad we left ))

Petit Zhen:
"Keh HEH! My turn! My turn!" The other Zhen wraps you around in her chain! « 1d6+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »

Petit Zhen:
Yet, you manage to break free from it! No matter, as the psychotic little girl takes out another chain from her pocket.

Cheryl:
"The fuck's going on...? That chick came out of nowhere..."

Adel Zhen:
 3 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 3 + 1 = 4 Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5

Adel Zhen:
"It's just another possibility in a wide, wide range of them. Just one possibility..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 3 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
Cheryl puts up her defenses as she tries desperately to analyze the situation; she didn't really think she could beat -one- of this guy, let alone a multiverse of him.

Confused Zhen:
From below you, a gangly-armed man crawls from the shadows with a *slither slither.* From its creepy hiss, you feel a tingle in your spine as the crazed creature's arm spread out like a slinky toy and attempts to net you in its loathesome grasp.

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen uses 4 Fighting Spirit!

Confused Zhen:
« 1d6+1+1+4 = 1 + 1 + 1 + 4 = 7 »
Cheryl: (( WITH MY PLUS THREE. . . ))
Cheryl: (( My evasion is only seven. ))

Confused Zhen:
The bizarre variation of Zhen wraps its arms around you, and hurls you up into the air!

Cheryl:
"Get of-AH!" Cheryl lets out a scream as she's launched into the air against her will.

Petit Zhen:
The female Zhen grabs its chains and blasts them forth like a barrage of missiles! "KEH HEH! FINLLY! FEEL A SHARP COLDNESS FROM EVERY ANGLE!" The chains hit you multiple times, and she finishes you off by having every inch of her wrap around you and hurling you back down to the ground! « 1d10+2 = 9 + 2 = 11 »
Petit Zhen: (( *HER CHAINS ))
Charlotte: (( SINISTER ))
Rosalinda : (( oh my ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 11 hit points.

Adel Zhen:
The man brushes himself off. "Oh, do you still have your eyes open? I swear, kids these days..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl hits the ground with a yelp, her wounds from the previous fights reopening as she gasps for air, a pool of blood forming beneath her. "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck..." she mutters as she climbs out of the slight crater in the ground and gets to her feet, her body shakey and battered.

Lyric:
Lyric can't bear to stay in the sidelines much longer. "Cheryl! Stop! This...this isn't worth it! I'm not going to lose my other self this easily!" She cries.

Adel Zhen:
"And you're getting up too? You really are just like that other idiotic man." Zhen rubs his forehead.

Cheryl:
"I may know...*cough* when a fight is lost...but I'll be damned before I just fuckin' give up..."
Charlotte: (( aand then Cheryl died. Great. ))

Adel Zhen:
Zhen claps his hands. "Ooh, fair enough. You've at least earned this. Why should I take it away from you?"

Adel Zhen:
 2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 1 + 0 = 1 Control (1d6): 3 + 0 = 3

Lyric:
"before I....give up..." Lyric whispers to herself.

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 2 + 0 = 2

Adel Zhen:
Adel Zhen uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
Cheryl takes several deep breaths before she lifts her arm up and strums on the guitar, "Alright then...desperate times..." She begins to pick up the pace once more, leaving Quiet Riot shaking with energy as the Replicant itself appears to be "breathing" heavily as well. "BRING IT ALL DOWN!" Cheryl screams as Quiet Riot flies up and begins rapid firing punching the building behind them! Mimicking the other Cheryl's previous desperate attempt, Cheryl keeps playing as small bits of debris fall around her. She knows damn well the debris won't kill him...but maybe if she can just trap him...! With one last foundation shaking punch, Quiet Riot smashes off a chunk fo the building that goes falling towards the waiting Zhen below!

Adel Zhen:
Adel looks up, hands still in his pockets as the outer wall of the building creaks down, looking to eagerly smash the man into an Adel Sandwich. Take your +2

Cheryl:
« 1d6+3+1+2 = 1 + 3 + 1 + 2 = 7 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 3 Fighting Spirit!
Cheryl: (( Story pointing that ))

Cheryl:
« 1d6+3+1+2 = 6 + 3 + 1 + 2 = 12 »

Adel Zhen:
The walls of the building comes flying off; good thing nobody seemed to be inside it. The sky rains a sea of bricks, covering even this towering man like a mere object. "Hmm..." He hums to himself.

Adel Zhen:
Finally the smoke and debris settles, leaving only a massive pile of pitch black bricks on the scene. You can't make out his presence from here at least, so perhaps this did trap him, in a way.

Cheryl:
"Hah...hah...hah....fucking hell..." Cheryl sighs as she falls backwards onto her ass, "...I can't catch a fuckin' break here..."

Lyric:
"We can catch a break later! Let's get out of here!" A panicked Lyric yells from the top of her lungs, trying to help her other self up.

Cheryl:
Cheryl nods silently and climbs to her feet, she gives Quiet Riot a half-hearted dismissive wave and shakes her head to clear her thoughts. "Right...right..getting out of here..."\

Lyric:
Lyric takes your hand and darts forth in the opposite direction. "Th....thank you for that by the way."

Cheryl:
"We're not outta the woods yet....but yeah....no...no problem..."

Hanged Harley:
Yet your conga line of victory doesn't begin just yet. Hanged Harley appears right in front of you, unprovoked. How rude!

Cheryl:
"See? That's about right for my luck as of late...."

Hanged Harley:
It begins to open its mouth, sounding the voice of a young girl...though its mannerisms seem to be exactly the same as Zhen's. Seems to just be Zhen talking through the replicant.

Hanged Harley:
"No need to run. I'll give this match to you...for now. Time is of the essence, but in this case, I'll have to wait and see."

Hanged Harley:
"Let it be known. You are now officially an obstacle to me, and I will not hesitate in the future to strike you down may we cross paths again. But I will give this match to you."

Cheryl:
"I'll keep that in mind...."

Hanged Harley:
"As a parting gift, I'll share with you this warning....if you must be a hero, at least know what you're doing. Do not end up like another, less fortunate man. Learn from the mistakes of those around you."

Cheryl:
"I ain't no hero. I'm just looking out for myself here..."

Hanged Harley:
The female frame somehow manages a chuckle. "That's word for word..."

Lyric:
"Just go already!" Lyric angrily yells at the shadow. "Next time...next time I won't be such a coward!"

Hanged Harley:
"Good. For. You. I await to see what you bring o the table..." The shadow disappears, bringing an odd sense of relief to you.
Rosalinda : (( shiit ))
Rosalinda : (( didn't realize it's 4AM now ))
tirkaroKujo:
neither did I (GST)

Lyric:
Lyric falls to the ground. "Haaah...I can't believe any of this..."

Cheryl:
"I have a terrible feeling that we really got lucky there....."
Rosalinda : (( ehh, gotta fall asleep now; night y'all ))
Rosalinda : (( I'll read the pastebin tomorrow if y'all are still continuing x_x ))
Lyric: (( no way in hell ))

Lyric:
Lyric takes a deep sigh. "Still...at least we're safe for now."
Rosalinda : (( NO CHANCE IN HELL ))
TWILT is disconnected.

Lyric:
"I'll...explain it all later." Lyric scratches her head. "At least, it'll be a little bit quieter this time around.."

Cheryl:
"Hopefully..." Cheryl stares back at the rubble behind them, "Hopefully..."

Cheryl:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nftxDrStny8
TO BE CONTINUED
tirkaroKujo:
ow my eyes, etc

Cheryl:
SO IT LOOKS LIKE I DID WHAT AL COULDN'T (COOL)

Cheryl:
Ow my everything is hurting.
tirkaroKujo:
only by technicality (D)

Cheryl:
(COOL). . .

Cheryl:
Also

Cheryl:
I dun wanna fight D4C (SAD)