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  1. Alex's breath rate increases, she feels like the walls of the crater she's in are going to close in all around her and crush her just like the Offshoots that were coming to just that. A knife, even a Tinker's knife would not be enough to hold all these people back, maybe even the Tinker himself behind her would be enough. The Tinker, Artisan has a grim frown on his face, and a scared but resigned look in his eyes. Like he's ready for what's to
  2. 4:49 PM come, even if he isn't the winner at the end of things. He shoots at the ground and seeds a brick of his metal that starts to slowly begin to convert the ground from the start point in that same metal. The Offshoots continue despite it, undetered, whatever he's doing is of no concern to them. She can see them almost on her, within ten feet now. So close she can see the ordinariness of them. An untied shoe, a stain on one's shirt, a piece of
  3. 4:49 PM food stuck in one's teeth. The feeling in their eyes.
  4. 4:49 PM "I'm so sorry." Alex hears Artisan say to her and Basillio who's still trying his best to reform into a tangible physical humanoid form.
  5. 4:49 PM That's when Alex gets a sick feeling deep in her stomach and that's when she feels it. Her head pulses and she doubles over, a sharp pain like a headache but all over her body rings through her. Around her she sees Artisan fall backwards onto his butt, a deep expression of pain coming over his face, he clutches at his gut as spits. His eyes look around rapidly, and they fall on Alex.
  6. 4:49 PM "Oh fuck..." He manages to mutter, like he'd seen this before. All the Offshoots around them stop too, experiencing similar symptoms of discomfort. Something is happening. Alex can almost barely stand it hurts so bad. Every fiber of her being is /screaming/ at her, and she can see the colors of things shifting into greens and reds and back to normal again, warping in and out of her perspective, and then there's a feeling of stabalization, and
  7. 4:49 PM she feels normal again. Like that pain hadn't even been there. She hears Artisan and Basillio groaning near her as they recover as well. The mob is still only about 10' away on all sides of the crater, just /that/ close/ to tearing her and her friends to shreds. She recovers faster than the rest of them though, and she feels something /different/ about her. Like there's a part of her, a new piece of her she can use. Its instinctively there
  8. 4:49 PM like she can feel her arm or her tail, but... what is this?
  9. 4:49 PM ||
  10. 4:49 PM ((Change all references of Cesar to Basillio*))
  11. 4:53 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex has no idea what the fuck is going on.
  12. 4:55 PM Tears are still streaming down her furred face as white knuckles clutch the knife. She's never really researched powers all that much, never looked into capes besides the general pizzazz and awe that the PRT and Offshoot capes bring to the general public. As such, she has pretty much no idea what just happened, nor what's happening to her.
  13. 4:56 PM All she knows is that every single being around her and her friends needs to /Fuck. Off./
  14. 4:58 PM She grabs at this new piece of her, this sensation unlike anything else, and /tears/ into it. The wolfspider falls to her knees as she holds that focus, that clawing, nagging, bursting feeling, clutching onto it for dear life for as long as she possibly can.
  15. 5:00 PM Alex begins to shake and shiver on the ground, waiting, praying, screaming, and still crying as she barely keeps it together. A single mantra plays through her head as a part of her still waits for the inevitable end:
  16. 5:00 PM /Fuck. Them. All./
  17. 5:01 PM ((I would like to try using the 30' telegraphed rip, please, for this round and the next)) ||
  18. 5:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Dex check please))
  19. 5:02 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Dex
  20. 5:02 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dex" [4] = 4
  21. 5:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((DC 4))
  22. 5:03 PM /Fuck/.
  23. 5:05 PM She can see nothing, just black, her face is in her arms but she can hear the chattering, the rising of reigniting angry voices, they'll be on her in a second, whatever that weird feeling was, it had only delayed what was to come, or so she thinks until she hears something akin to a sub bass dropping and a loud wind. Her clothes ripple up towards a space she feels above her. The angry voices start to become panicked.
  24. 5:06 PM /Them/.
  25. 5:06 PM ((Wits please))
  26. 5:06 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Wits
  27. 5:06 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Wits" [6] = 6
  28. 5:11 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Alex chances a look up at what can only be described as a /disturbance/ in the fabric of things, a distortion or tear in reality. All she knows is it doesn't look right. Like it shouldn't be there, and it's only getting larger. She can feel it like its apart of her, ripping out, growing larger to encompass her and the people around her in it. Artisan looks even more scared than he had moments ago behind her, he's taking steps backwards saying
  29. 5:11 PM something to himself she can't hear. Basillio is just about to be fully formed but he's /right next/ to whatever she's making.
  30. 5:11 PM The Offshoots around them who'd previously all looked like angry monsters about to turn them still look human. But they have the faces humans make when the tables have turned on them. The faces they think when they have victory in their clutches and its /ripped/ out of their greedy hands. The Rat man close enough that he'd almost been looking down on her body takes one step backwards bumping into a large fat man that looks like he's made
  31. 5:11 PM entirely of blue playdough, even his hair. The panicked voices start to become louder, and louder.
  32. 5:11 PM /All./
  33. 5:11 PM ⇐ Saff|work quit (uid95475@brockwell.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  34. 5:12 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The distortion has expanded enough to touch some of the mob and they recoil from it. They start to try and turn to run, to escape but they're all in each others way from having packed in behind each other to get /into/ the crater. They're stepping and running over each other in chaos to escape whatever it is Alex is making.
  35. 5:12 PM "Yo. YO!" Artisan yells from behind her.
  36. 5:15 PM "Oh fuck, god damn it." She hears him mutter as he scrambles to Basillio's side to cradle him. He starts rapidly typing onto his remote that controls the block he'd shot earlier. Anywhere the rip Alex had formed is blurred like there's a filter over it and then it all /cracks/ and Alex instinctively knows this bloom she's forming is going to break and do /something/. Any moment now.
  37. 5:15 PM ||
  38. 5:15 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Well then /fucking do it/.
  39. 5:16 PM Alex does not give a single shit about what this thing may do. All she knows is that people are fucking off, which is good. Good comes from the thing she did. So she should probably keep doing the thing.
  40. 5:17 PM This basic logic is all that drives her as she lets out a primal scream, still crying on the ground and clutching the knife as the sensation is /released/. ||
  41. 5:17 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Artisan UP! (Carry debuff)
  42. 5:17 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan UP! (Carry debuff)" [2] +1 = 3
  43. 5:18 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 4d6! Mob Escape
  44. 5:18 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Mob Escape" [4] [3] [4] [3] = 4, 3, 4, 3
  45. 5:24 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The cracks intensify as the panic reaches a dizzying level, Alex can see Artisan attempt to launch himself upwards with Basillio in his arms on a platform that's rising from the ground but it's too slow. The Offshoots who were all going to trap them there have trapped themselves in the crater by their own designs. Nobody escapes and the rip /implodes/. Collapses on everyone there.
  46. 5:29 PM Alex witnesses the even in something like slow motion. As the edges of her rip pull closed on people towards the epicenter she'd designated it rips at them taking their essence with them. In appearance its almost like a sheet being pulled off a couch. One second they're monsters, their features strange and mutated. The next they're blank all white, the same height as they'd been, gender less like mannequins as the rip strips them of their
  47. 5:29 PM features. Pieces of them float nearby them, though they don't look entirely solid. A arm that looks like it's coiled on a piston floats next to a scrambling blank man. A rat nose with the whiskers still attached floats not too far from someone she can still recognize as the rat man (but is as white and featureless as anyone else) crouched on his knees . Way above them a two featurless figures sit atop a large Tinker structure looking down.
  48. 5:29 PM Limbs still armored in Artisan's Tinker armor, and clumps of worms shaped like limbs float near them. All around them the spectral limbs of the effected are there.
  49. 5:31 PM → Teller joined (uid168329@charlton.irccloud.com)
  50. 5:33 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold A bunch of very thin tentacles bundled together like sticks into one arm. A set of legs that split at the knees into four, that split into several sets of feet from there. A wicked red horn tipped with a green liquid. Insectoid segmented wings, a large living centipede that looks like it had been a tail. There are so many its almost hard to count them all, but she feels linked to them just like she had been her rip. Like she could call to them
  51. 5:33 PM and she realizes why as the rip finally rips over her and then meets its epicenter with another loud sound. It rips her features off too, but it doesn't make her look white like the rest of the affected, she looks blurred out. Hard to see. And around her she sees a mob of her own surrounding her on all sides, they feel like a part of her, and they look to her. They all look exactly like her, blurred and hard to see. But none of them,
  52. 5:33 PM especially not herself feels complete. She's drawn to those floating limbs, and her mob is too.
  53. 5:34 PM Even without faces the people around her all look very very confused, and sound even more concerned. They look over themselves and then back at the strange blurred people behind them. Nobody seems to have any ideas what's going on.
  54. 5:34 PM ||
  55. 5:34 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Okay. Okay. What the fuck. Okay.
  56. 5:34 PM Fucking fucking shit fucker motherfucker holy shit fuck.
  57. 5:35 PM A mess of garbled words fly through Alex's mind as she gets back up. She's not crying anymore, as her tear filled furry face is floating next to her and oh my god what the fuck did she just think to herself.
  58. 5:36 PM But as the confusion continues, two things become clear.
  59. 5:36 PM One: she isn't about to die.
  60. 5:36 PM And two: she has control.
  61. 5:36 PM Control of limbs. Control of a mob. Control of...control of /everything/.
  62. 5:37 PM This situation is hers. Hers to use. Hers to...
  63. 5:37 PM ...jesus /fuck/ there's a lot of shit here.
  64. 5:39 PM Panic swells once more as Alex finds herself overwhelmed. Goals are forgotten, motives are lost, and everything is a muddled mess in her mind once more. Right now, she just has one thing she wants:
  65. 5:39 PM Everyone /gone/.
  66. 5:40 PM This single thought is sent throughout the blank horde around her, and is soon followed by a mess of chaotic commands to the limbs. There's little rhyme or reason to it as she instinctively smacks together random parts and limbs and eyes and ears and mouths onto everyone and everything around her.
  67. 5:41 PM She takes on Artisan's armor as a metric /fuckton/ of eyes are directed at one particular minion. Another gets something that looks kinda sharp-ish, but not. There's some clumps of flickering shit, but they're flickering /differently/ becuase fucking of /course/ they are so she just slams them into another minion and moves right the fuck on.
  68. 5:43 PM That guy gets purple crap, another gets all the tentacles she can manage and is now named Mr. Hentai in her head because why the fuck not. She gets a mouth and...yeah, this'll be called the 'fuck you' mouth. The 'fuck you' mouth goes right to the now bland former rat fucker, because fuck it.
  69. 5:44 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Can't put features people just your minions. Rat fucker is something you're calling your minion right?))
  70. 5:44 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ah. Yeah, then that'll be the minion closest to the rat leader))
  71. 5:46 PM It is a mess of similar thoughts in Alex's head as she continues to play Mr. Potatohead with a fucking /mob/. Reds over here, soft things on that one, a minion she now calls Ms. Buttersworth gets some gooey crap, and another one is now spike. Not spikes. Not a spike. Just /spike/. It's...it's hard to explain, but things are just not really making much sense anyways in this absolute mess.
  72. 5:46 PM And it is an /absolute fucking mess./ ||
  73. 5:46 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
  74. 5:49 PM ⇐ Gordeox quit (Gordeox@net-66ua83.dynamic.kabel-deutschland.de) Quit: http://www.kiwiirc.com/ - A hand crafted IRC client
  75. 5:54 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Artisan's armor slams down onto Alex and she feels physically empowered like she's made of it. Her limbs feel stronger, more powerful, and an HUD comes up over her eyes that she understands is supposed to give her a general readout on people and structures in focus. The structure part is working just fine, but it flips out when it falls on one of the blank white people.. The mob comes together as specified next, with pieces that she chooses
  76. 5:54 PM flying in at rapid speeds to /slam/ into her blurry minions slotting on them. It makes a funny effect where nothing on one minion is in focus except for its arm and legs. Or another is completely blurred out except for its head. This happens almost faster than she can take it but what it leaves her with is a patchwork army of minions about half the size of the white featureless mob around her. Now that the minions feel complete they sort of
  77. 5:54 PM connect. It's like they're a hive mind of connected bodies, not separate. They move as one. Alex understands a little better now. It isn't one Mr. Hentai with all the tentacles. Her mob has access to those tentacles now. As the mob positions they don't get in each others way and move with unnatural coordination as they turn like soldiers doing an about face to face the would be attackers.
  78. 5:54 PM 'Everyone /gone/'
  79. 5:54 PM They take a menacing step towards the attacking mob.
  80. 5:54 PM ((Wits please Cam))
  81. 5:54 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Wits
  82. 5:54 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Wits" [6] = 6
  83. 5:57 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As her mob steps forward, the other steps back, and she notices one person step into one of the spectral limbs by accident. A pair of Antlers. They snap to him. They can take their parts back to. As some in the crowd begin to notice they desperately reach for parts to snap onto themselves also. Up above she can see Artisan dragging Basillio off the platform into the doorstep where his other friends had escaped. They were leaving.
  84. 5:57 PM ||
  85. 5:58 PM her other friends*
  86. 5:58 PM -||
  87. 5:59 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I look like Artisan now, right?))
  88. 5:59 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "A-*static*... *static*-u okay?" Alex hears through her walkie talkie on her hip.
  89. 5:59 PM ||
  90. 5:59 PM ((Yes for the most part))
  91. 5:59 PM Little blurry bits between the armor parts
  92. 6:00 PM But you have all his pieces
  93. 6:00 PM ((Oops))
  94. 6:00 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Okay. Okay. Things are getting...um...
  95. 6:00 PM Alex hesitates to say better, but things are happening. She has her own mob, now. The other mob is getting back their shit. Arty and the rest of them are leaving.
  96. 6:02 PM Two out of three is pretty good. It's /really fucking weird/ to be in control of a hive mind like this, but its better than dying.
  97. 6:03 PM "N-no!" she gets out, responding to her walkie without actually pressing the button. "Fuck!"
  98. 6:04 PM She grabs for it as she tries to think of what to do next. She has a mob, the others are getting organized, she's...uh...
  99. 6:04 PM Fuck it.
  100. 6:04 PM /Charge,/ she wills to her minions.
  101. 6:04 PM "No!" she then finally screams into her walkie. "Fuck!" ||
  102. 6:07 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Okay give me a tactics or command roll, your choice))
  103. 6:07 PM $roll 1d6-1 Mob on the backfoot
  104. 6:07 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Mob on the backfoot" [4] -1 = 3
  105. 6:07 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Tactics is Know, right?))
  106. 6:09 PM $roll 1d6 Tactics
  107. 6:09 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Tactics" [5] = 5
  108. 6:12 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As she wills her minions they move the split second the thought enters her mind with no room for hesitation. Its like a tidal wave crashing into the enemies who are mostly still trying to regather their parts. The spike minion impales itself on an enemy causing white blood to spill from its mouth with a groan. Mr. Hentai holds another down as her Rat Fucker bites a chunk out of one's leg. The one with all the eyes stays in a position where it
  109. 6:12 PM can watch, passively directing and alerting its connected comrades to targets. The original all white mob is completely caught off guard and is being /demolished/
  110. 6:13 PM $roll 1d6+1 Random Minion Attack
  111. 6:13 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Random Minion Attack" [1] +1 = 2
  112. 6:13 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2h6 Rat Bastard Evade
  113. 6:13 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Rat Bastard Evade" (1) [3] = 3
  114. 6:14 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She can see the Rat Bastard just barely duck as the minion who'd gotten an arm like a piston shrimp's punches a hole in the wall of the crater where his head had just been. He only has his claws, eyes, and legs, but no mouth and the rest of them is still white. Even without his mouth he still somehow manages to call out though.
  115. 6:14 PM "Artisan did this. Look at him!" He screams scrambling to safety. "Get you limbs and get him, and this'll all stop!" The Rat Bastard screams trying to organize people again.
  116. 6:15 PM $roll 1d6+1 Rat Bastard Command
  117. 6:15 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Rat Bastard Command" [1] +1 = 2
  118. 6:15 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6-1 Mob Willpower
  119. 6:15 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Mob Willpower" [6] -1 = 5
  120. 6:15 PM ⇐ Nonagon|PC quit (Nonagon@net-6tvcm9.us.northamericancoax.com) Connection closed
  121. 6:17 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The Rat Bastard's voice is drowned out and any hope of organization from the opposing forces is lost. But that doesn't mean Alex is completely in the clear. These Offshoots, featureless, partially featured or not /don't want to die/ and as they realize these monsters with their own parts are fighting hurt they begin to tear back in earnest. The fight escalates to something bloody and brutal, a no holds barred fight for survival. They get the
  122. 6:17 PM same idea as the Rat apparently and two pounce at her with more coming behind.
  123. 6:17 PM ((Evade please still a +2 from Artisan's armor))
  124. 6:17 PM $roll 2d6+1! Attacks
  125. 6:17 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Attacks" [2]+1 [5]+1 = 3, 6
  126. 6:18 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 2h6+2 Dodge
  127. 6:18 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dodge" (5) [6] +2 = 8
  128. 6:18 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Should I roll again for the second attack?))
  129. 6:18 PM ⇐ Pink quit ↔ Nonagon|PC popped in
  130. 6:19 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You made your action, you'll get your chance this turn))
  131. 6:19 PM → Pink and Nonagon|PC joined
  132. 6:19 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I mean roll dodge for the second attack against me :P))
  133. 6:20 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Alex leaps back and realizes its just as easy if not easier than it was with her normal athletic legs. The very pistons, coils, and servos that normally held the suit up were part of her for this time and they all move to thrust her out of the way almost too easily as two white enemies. One with one large eye in the center of its white face, and another with a wing where its arm would be.
  134. 6:21 PM The Rat Bastard is crushed under a wave of her attacking mob, and her army holds the rest who are trying to pile onto her back only leaving her to deal with those two, and another three she can see violently fighting to slip through the cracks.
  135. 6:22 PM "*static* -d to /go/! Come on!" She hears Savannah's voice from the walkie talkie.
  136. 6:22 PM $roll 1d6 Savanah Caress
  137. 6:22 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Savanah Caress" [6] = 6
  138. 6:22 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You can really tell she's scared for you, and wants you to not die, and you're right next to the door. It's kind of a plea))
  139. 6:22 PM ||
  140. 6:23 PM arm would be leap into the space she'd just been occupying*
  141. 6:23 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex's frustration boils up as she dodges the blows. She looks at the blurs before her, the former Offshoots that she can no longer bring herself to give a single flying shit about, and gains the biggest urge to punch them in their stupid fucking fa-
  142. 6:24 PM ...
  143. 6:24 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((The offshoots are white, her minions are the blurs))
  144. 6:24 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((looks at the white figures before her*))
  145. 6:24 PM ((Sorry, still getting used to the power))
  146. 6:24 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No worries))
  147. 6:24 PM C<Camtist|Alex> "...fuck you!" she shouts at them, flipping the mob double birds before darting through the doorway.
  148. 6:25 PM /Just,/ she wills to her minions, still fairly frustrated. /Just pound their fucking faces in./ ||
  149. 6:25 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Tactics again please, and then Acro))
  150. 6:25 PM $roll 1d6 Mob Battle Back
  151. 6:25 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Mob Battle Back" [5] = 5
  152. 6:25 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Tactics
  153. 6:25 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Tactics" [5] = 5
  154. 6:26 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Since I don't have my mutation bonuses (I think) does the armor/limbs provide anything to Acro?))
  155. 6:26 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You have a +2 from the armor to Ath like I mentioned. No passive skills though))
  156. 6:27 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+2 Acro
  157. 6:27 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Acro" [5] +2 = 7
  158. 6:27 PM → Pinkhair joined ⇐ Pink quit ↔ Stoic popped in
  159. 6:34 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Alex is still very close to the center of the crater that Artisan had made, so she has some distance upwards to climb up to the doorway where her friends had escaped to. She's being assaulted from all sides by overwhelming force, hatred at who she is, now both Artisan and the person who'd caused them to become... whatever it is they are now. It would be impossible to make it up that incline normally. But she's /made of/ Tinker power armor
  160. 6:34 PM right now, and her minions are in place making a circle around her to battle back and viciously beat anyone who tries to come in on her. Now that the original mob has most of their old floating spectral pieces back on they aren't quite as outmatched by the smaller force that is Alex's minions. But they fight back with a ferocity and coordination that is simply breathtaking for their master. It gives her all the room she needs to skip, and
  161. 6:34 PM climb up the wall as fast and quickly as possible before she halfway /launches/ herself into the room. Inside the room she can see two white people, Artisan and Basilio she recognizes. Artisan's head recoils back seeing her, and she can sense the confusion off of him.
  162. 6:34 PM "Alex?" He asks hesitantly, taking a step forward and the door slams behind them as Chris hauls it shut with his eyes wide and his breath heavy locking her minions out there to continue to battle back their would be attackers. The sounds of a violent conflict can be heard under the black x marked doorway, but for now they're safe as Alex's mob fights on her behalf. Savanah and Prudence are in the room too, and they all look over hesitantly.
  163. 6:34 PM ||
  164. 6:35 PM curved wall*
  165. 6:36 PM C<Camtist|Alex> /Scare them,/ Alex wills to her minions as she drops to her knees inside the room. /Make them flee./
  166. 6:36 PM She has absolutely no idea how or even /if/ that will work, but it's pretty much the last coherent thought she can get out before panic once more takes over.
  167. 6:37 PM She is on the floor surrounded by allies and Arty but she's wearing Arty's armor and Arty and Basilio are white and she doesn't know why and everyone else is white except for the other people and her minions are oh fuck she has minions why the fuck does she have minions what the fu-
  168. 6:38 PM Alex just stays there, hugging herself and sobbing once more as her thoughts spiral right the fuck out of control. ||
  169. 6:39 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Willpower please))
  170. 6:39 PM ((And one last bout of tactics please))
  171. 6:39 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Ohfuckohfuckohfuck
  172. 6:39 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Ohfuckohfuckohfuck" [4] = 4
  173. 6:39 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Mob Willpower
  174. 6:39 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Mob Willpower" [6] = 6
  175. 6:39 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Tactics
  176. 6:39 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Tactics" [5] = 5
  177. 6:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
  178. 6:43 PM But a power helmet's visor can't cry, so she's left just wishing she could, and shaking there, sobbing by herself.
  179. 6:45 PM The assorted group in the room all stops in place, and they share looks, even the two who are all white. The one she recognizes as Artisan steps forward, and Savannah does also. Artisan hesitates though, unsure of what to say or do. Savannah crouches down next to her however and gives her a hug. It does a lot to help calm her down.
  180. 6:46 PM Outside she isn't exactly aware of what's going on, but while she can feel her mob doing as much as they can to carry out her command, she gets the vague sense they're /losing/ now. They won't be able to hold the remaining mob off the door now, the people who desperately want their features back.
  181. 6:46 PM ||||
  182. 6:46 PM ||*
  183. 6:48 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Am I able to continue swapping features around? For example, could I give Arty his armor back?))
  184. 6:48 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You can let go of it, and he can grab em back))
  185. 6:49 PM ((You can reswap thing off of people with an attack action to steal them for your minions))
  186. 6:49 PM ((During the 5 round limit))
  187. 6:49 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ok, thanks))
  188. 6:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Off of people who have reattached them I mean))
  189. 6:49 PM ((And no problem))
  190. 6:50 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex feels the tension in this strange body of hers dissipate as Sav hugs her. She /really/ fucking needed that. As she relaxes and stops shaking, she allows her armored limbs and features to float off her form. Arty could probably put them to better use, anyways.
  191. 6:51 PM "Th-thanks," she whimpers out, hugging Sav back.
  192. 6:51 PM This is such a goddamn clusterfuck.
  193. 6:53 PM /Start breaking legs,/ she orders to what's left of her horde. If they can't get to the door, then they can't break it down. At least, that's most of the reasoning behind it. ||
  194. 7:01 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "No problem." Savannah says gently. "We should move though." She adds.
  195. 7:01 PM As Savannah comforts her Alex releases hold of her stolen limbs and they seem to break off of her and float into the air like they're weightless, leaving her blurry and shapeless once more. As Artisan goes up to touch them they snap back onto him automatically before he can touch them. Her mob goes to carry out her commands and break legs, stop anyone from entering, and then her connection to them disappears out of nowhere and her actual body
  196. 7:01 PM is there again, she isn't a blur anymore. Its almost reassuring until she realizes what that means. There's nobody to stop someone from getting through the door.
  197. 7:03 PM Its shockingly quiet outside as her mob disappears, as if the people outside have yet to realize the door is free too. A worried expression covers Artisan's face though.
  198. 7:03 PM "We really should go." He suggests quietly, looking shaken in a way. The rest of the assembled look equally spooked and glance at the door realizing it isn't over yet.
  199. 7:03 PM "Follow me, we'll go the way I came in." Savannah says with a surprising amount of confidence as she stands to take charge of the situation and lead the way.
  200. 7:03 PM "If we're fast we can shake them, but we need go soon." She says, her words sounding urgent as she glances back and forth. Nobody in the room seems to want to argue with her about escaping.
  201. 7:03 PM ||
  202. 7:05 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Okay. So there's a time limit. Alex briefly mourns the loss of her weird-ass hive mind before nodding to Sav.
  203. 7:06 PM She sticks close to her and a little close to Arty as she stands and quietly heads for the door.
  204. 7:06 PM The spiderwolf /really/ hopes no one asks her what the fuck she just did. She wouldn't have a good answer for them, anyways. ||
  205. 7:07 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Social for observation purposes please))
  206. 7:07 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6-1 Social
  207. 7:07 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Social" [2] -1 = 1
  208. 7:08 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold And Basillio's body parts snap back onto him as well.*
  209. 7:11 PM Nobody seems very talkative as they walk, seemingly content to get the /fuck/ out of there. But Artisan stops before leaving the room they're in to program another brick from his retreived bag to slide to the door and build a small wall in front of it. They can already hear the thumping on the door starting as they head out. Spooky.
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  211. 7:19 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The place looks like it had been a relatively normal home before. Paintings that had hung on the wall are split on the floor before them, a frayed sofa sits in front of an old television in the living room. As they walk each member of the group walks up to kind of show Alex they're there for her. A pat on the shoulder from Chris' tentacle and an expression that shows he's there for her, some glances from Prudence to check up on her. Basillio
  212. 7:19 PM seems kind of scared of her as he approaches as says
  213. 7:19 PM "Thanks for coming back for me. It was crazy of you but thanks." He says before stepping away to follow behind from a little bit more of a distance.
  214. 7:20 PM There's a tension in the air she can't quite place though. Maybe it's because of the loud thumps and yells they can hear coming from the direction of the front door.
  215. 7:21 PM "The fence is knocked over in the backyard. It leads over to the next home. We can go through there." Savannah instructs, keeping her eyes peeled and moving quickly and with confidence as she does.
  216. 7:21 PM ||
  217. 7:21 PM -||
  218. 7:22 PM Nobody talks to or even looks at Artisan as they walk with him. He seems content to kind of stand next to Alex quietly, a troubled expression on his face. He seems like he's really thinking as they walk. His helmet still isn't on which makes her wonder how she'd worn it as her head in the first place.
  219. 7:22 PM ||
  220. 7:24 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex does not feel like talking right now. Or having social interaction of any kind. For now, she just wants to follow orders until things stop being shitty.
  221. 7:25 PM She pokes and prods at his new sensation in herself as they walk. A power. Like Stretch’s or The Hare’s.
  222. 7:27 PM She doesn’t feel like a cape, though. Alex just feels like Alex. A horribly traumatized, really pissed, and incredibly terrified Alex, sure, but still Alex.
  223. 7:28 PM As they walk, she glances over at Artisan, then tries flexing this new sensation of hers. More to see what happens than anything.
  224. 7:28 PM ((I’d like to make a 5’ rift, please)) ||
  225. 7:28 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Dex please))
  226. 7:28 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Dex
  227. 7:28 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dex" [5] = 5
  228. 7:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Artisan Evade
  229. 7:29 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Evade" [6] +1 = 7
  230. 7:31 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold They walk through a sliding glass door into a forgotten backyard. The lawn, plants, and weeds there are overgrown to the point of wildness all over it. There's a fallen over chair on the porch next to a grill that probably hasn't been used in months. Alex can see where the fence had once been, and they step over it into the neighboring backyard to head into the other house that Savannah is leading them into. She can still hear the crowds
  231. 7:31 PM noises from the backyard, still loud, but it's more muted and ambient with a house between them and it now.
  232. 7:32 PM ((Oh Wits for me too please, almost forgot))
  233. 7:34 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Wits
  234. 7:34 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Wits" [3] = 3
  235. 7:36 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As she pokes and prods at the sensation she gets a number of impressions from it. As she touches it its like she's opening a gateway in her pores for an energy to slip from them into the world. She can push it in any direction around her, but the feeling she has doesn't extend very for. Just past her skin. She tries to solidify it, push that energy forward and as she does a rip like the one from earlier though much smaller appears next to
  236. 7:36 PM Artisan's head with a low "boom" like a kick drum, he flinches and spins out of the way as it extends to envelope the space he'd been standing in and then closes. With no target to rip from, nothing happens.
  237. 7:36 PM Artisan takes another step back and draws his pistol, not leveling it at her, but keeping it ready.
  238. 7:36 PM "Yo! What the hell are you doing?" He demands harshly, and defensively.
  239. 7:36 PM All of the Offshoots with her immediately gather to Alex's side, their postures subconsciously aggresive towards Artisan and defensive towards Alex even though it's technically her fault.
  240. 7:36 PM ||
  241. 7:38 PM C<Camtist|Alex> “I’m sorry!” Alex shrieks back with raised hands, just as surprised as him. “I have no fucking idea what I’m doing!”
  242. 7:38 PM ⇐ Megafire quit (Megafire@net-133s0g.dynamic.ziggo.nl) Ping timeout: 181 seconds
  243. 7:39 PM C<Camtist|Alex> She immediately stops prodding at the feeling. Then she starts quietly shivering and shaking again. ||
  244. 7:40 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Artisan frowns and steps forward, a concerned look on his face. He holsters his weapon and reaches a hand out a little.
  245. 7:40 PM "No I'm sorry I get it, you just got y-"
  246. 7:40 PM $roll 1d6+1 Savannah Dex
  247. 7:40 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Savannah Dex" [5] +1 = 6
  248. 7:40 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Artisan Dex
  249. 7:40 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Dex" [5] +1 = 6
  250. 7:43 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Savannah swipes out angrily, hard with her small claws ripping chunks of Artisan's armor out with the motion. He steps back and mirrors Alex's raised hands.
  251. 7:43 PM "Don't get near her." Savannah says loudly, and with anger. She /glares/ at Artisan, who backs up another step.
  252. 7:43 PM "Hey, hey there I wasn't going to do anything." He replies trying to sound conciliatory. His head and everyone else's head whip to the side when they all hear a sound of something getting knocked over inside the home behind them. Had they finally gotten in.
  253. 7:43 PM "Guys can we /please/ do this somewhere where I'm not liable to become the first human to be turned into sushi?" Chris pleads.
  254. 7:44 PM Basillio seems to match that sentiment well, and Prudence still seems mad but also wants to back off. Savannah looks like she'd continue to pull the issue without being pulled off, but then scoffs and gestures hurriedly to the home they were heading to and breaking into a jog.
  255. 7:44 PM ||
  256. 7:45 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex gives Sav a scared look this time. This is /not/ how she wants her power to do. It’s supposed to /give/ her friends, not tear them apart, isn’t it?
  257. 7:47 PM “Sorry,” she quickly whispers to Arty, apologizing more for her friends than for herself this time. She then follows after Sav, but slowly begins to drift back to Arty as they move.
  258. 7:47 PM Alex also keeps herself the /fuck/ away from that sensation, this time. ||
  259. 7:52 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
  260. 7:52 PM ((Wits please))
  261. 7:53 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Wits
  262. 7:53 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Wits" [2] = 2
  263. 7:56 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold They take the next few homes at a jogging pace through a preset path.
  264. 7:56 PM "They told me the location for the safe house on the walkie while you were all running, I don't know if you all heard it. It shouldn't be too far from here" She says gently to her friends, before shooting a glare back at Artisan. Their quick pace leaves them little room to keep quick track of each other and Alex moves herself closer to the back of the group. They can still hear the noises of the angry crowd raving, and searching but its hard
  265. 7:56 PM to tell how close or even if they're on their tail. its just better to keep moving at this point.
  266. 7:56 PM "It's okay. I should know better than to pull my weapon like that. I'm just a little jumpy." He replies quickly and quietly, looking around him
  267. 7:59 PM "Coming up in here." Savannah calls back as they come up on what looks like a larger home. They're in a neighborhood where some of the nicer homes in South San Raul had been built. Privately contracted so they were like small mansions and all had different architectural aesthetics. The one they were moving in on had something of a gothic theme to it, Alex notes as they pass through the rusted gates leading into it.
  268. 7:59 PM "I'm so ready for this to all be over." Prudence sighs, clearly relieved to be almost there.
  269. 7:59 PM "I'm going to need me a long bubble bath after this." Chris agrees, and Basillio silently agrees with a nod on his face. Savannah doesn't chime in on that as she opens the door for everyone to enter the house. Everyone files in with Alex and Artisan at the back.
  270. 7:59 PM ||
  271. 8:01 PM C<Camtist|Alex> “...do you want your knife back?” she whispers to Arty as they file in. It’s still in one of her hands, the metal sweaty against her palm.
  272. 8:02 PM Because she never learns, Alex gives her sensation the slightest of wiggles as an idea comes to her head. She doesn’t do anything yet, but there may be a use for it that won’t freak everyone the fuck out.
  273. 8:02 PM ...well. /Hopefully/ won’t freak everyone the fuck out. ||
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  275. 8:13 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold He looks at it for a second before grabbing it by the handle and slotting it back into his belt.
  276. 8:13 PM "I honestly forgot about that. Thanks." He says briefly. There's a strange look on Savannah's face as Artisan and Alex pass her into the home and then she steps into the home behind them slamming the door behind her.
  277. 8:18 PM Artisan glances over his shoulder, and everyone else seems to be looking around as well. There's nobody inside from the Watch waiting for them where they can see. They step into a large foyer, with wooden floors that have holes and damage in them. The tables, chairs, and bookcases arrayed in the place are also mostly wooden and very well made if a little worn down from age and being left alone in this home. It looks kind of rickety all and
  278. 8:18 PM all, and there's something vaguely creepy about it as is with most big empty houses.
  279. 8:18 PM "Hey Savannah I don't see em, are we early?" Chris asks as he kind of eyes a prop suit of armor that was left on display there from the home's previous owners.
  280. 8:18 PM Savannah doesn't reply to Chris, instead she seems to be fiddling with the lock, but she does speak.
  281. 8:18 PM "Artisan. I've wanted to ask you for a while, ever since I became a fucking /monster/ actually. Do you personally know what it's like to locked in somewhere, to not be able to leave?" She asks.
  282. 8:18 PM ||
  283. 8:18 PM She asks, still messing with the lock and not turning to look at anyone in the room.
  284. 8:18 PM *
  285. 8:19 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex isn't really paying attention to any of them. She's still poking at that sensation, testing it, getting more and more curious about what else it may do.
  286. 8:19 PM Curiosity may have killed the cat, but the cat has nine lives.
  287. 8:20 PM She takes a few feet back from everyone, grabs her left pinky finger with her right hand, and tries slamming that weird rift thing into it. Hopefully, if this failed horribly, then she'd just loose the finger.
  288. 8:21 PM ((I'm trying to use a 5' rift on myself, if possible)) ||
  289. 8:23 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
  290. 8:24 PM Nobody bothers her as she moves away from the main group to test things out, they all seem more invested in hearing Artisan and Savannah's conversation than anything else.
  291. 8:24 PM Artisan looks over at Alex and then seeing she isn't paying attention, he looks down nervously.
  292. 8:24 PM "No... no I don't. I don't imagine it's very nice though." He replies sadly.
  293. 8:26 PM As Savannah is about to reply the loud boom like a bass drum sounds again and the rift opens onto her ripping her features off and leaving her blurry as he many limbs are ripped off of her and turned spectral. Another blur appears next to her, incomplete like before, it wants parts. Hers don't feel the most interesting but she's linked to them like any other she'd created outside.
  294. 8:26 PM Chris kind of wanders over a little to watch Alex more too, but Prudence and Basillio still seem to be invested in what Savannah has to say as they look back.
  295. 8:27 PM Thaliaway → Thalia
  296. 8:27 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "No. It isn't. It isn't at all." She says, her voice sounding clearly bitter and hard.
  297. 8:27 PM vanderhuge → vanderhuge|GM, Thalia → Thalia|Arrow
  298. 8:27 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Then out of nowhere she slaps her claw down fucking the lock on the door so it won't turn into an unlocking position anymore.
  299. 8:28 PM "I said I wanted to ask you that question. You know. /Since I became a horrible monster because of your dad./" She drives in angrily, combatitively even.
  300. 8:29 PM "Well I've always wanted to do something else. I wanted to show you what it's like to be trapped. Walled in." She says, and she's crying a little bit.
  301. 8:29 PM ((Wits please))
  302. 8:29 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Wits
  303. 8:29 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Wits" [2] = 2
  304. 8:31 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Something feels wrong, and it even gets Alex's attention away from her experimentation, but she realizes that this isn't just some venting. There's a purpose to what Savannah's saying, but what?
  305. 8:32 PM Artisan frowns and takes a step back. He looks like he wants to reply but doesn't know what to say at all. Everyone just looks very uncomfortable.
  306. 8:32 PM ||
  307. 8:34 PM C<Camtist|Alex> "...Sav," Alex says, turning to look at her friend. "I swear to fuck if you fucking attack Arty I am going to have a /mental fucking breakdown/."
  308. 8:35 PM She sits down hard on the floor, and has her minion mirror the action across from her.
  309. 8:35 PM "Can we please just finish this /fucking/ mission?" she pleads, nearly in tears again.
  310. 8:36 PM She snaps all her parts onto the minion, then hugs herself tightly. ||
  311. 8:36 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Social please))
  312. 8:36 PM ((Extra plus 1))
  313. 8:36 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((If my Social is currently 3, would that make the roll a 1d6+1?))
  314. 8:37 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Yes))
  315. 8:37 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+1 Sav come the fuck on
  316. 8:37 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Sav come the fuck on" [2] +1 = 3
  317. 8:43 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Savannah frowns, seemingly upset to see her friend so sad, but also in disappointment a little. She steps forward to say something pointing at herself, but as her mouth opens something weird begins to happen. The environment slightly begins to twist, slowly at first. The edges of things become sharper, and twist into small wicked curls. There's a clattering of steps coming down the stairs, and as the steps descend the changes increase in speed
  318. 8:43 PM and severity. The wooden floor becomes metal starting from the stairs and extending to take up the whole house, and rendering the walls a chipped dirty concrete. Bars like prison bars grow up against the door, and barbed wire grows to line the windows. Everyone looks over to the stairs surprised and they all see two figures walking down them. A man who is skeletally thin, so thin his head looks like a skull with flesh wrapped around it. Like
  319. 8:43 PM there's only the first layer of meat there. His hair is buzzed, and he has large batlike wings that sprout out from his hoodie. His smile is literally crooked, and his hands are in his pocket.
  320. 8:45 PM "She's not going to attack him love. Don't worry." He says, the crooked smile looking particularly nasty. As he speaks the display suit of armor turns into an Iron Maiden, and one of the tables stretches into a torture wrack. He chuckles. Behind him there's a man with green skin and a body builder sized body. His head comes forward into what looks like an asshole at the front of it.
  321. 8:46 PM Artisan's hand goes to his pistol and he turns on them, not automatically pulling it out but ready to as he takes a few steps back.
  322. 8:46 PM "How did you know we'd be here." Artisan asks, seeming to know who they are.
  323. 8:46 PM ((Know please Cam))
  324. 8:47 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Know
  325. 8:47 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Know" [1] = 1
  326. 8:48 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold His head is puckered into something like an asshole at the front, and he has two orb like eyes at the top of his head that blink slowly*
  327. 8:48 PM She doesn't remember quite who they are, but she doesn't know any capes with their description. They somehow seem vaguely familiar though.
  328. 8:49 PM ||
  329. 8:51 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Well, they aren't Watch members. And the guy in the center looks evil as shit. So, in conclusion:
  330. 8:51 PM "Oh /fuck this/."
  331. 8:52 PM Alex gets up and starts charging for a full rift burst thingy, like she did before.
  332. 8:53 PM /Kill him,/ she directs her minion, intent on that fucking demon asshole. /Just fucking kill him./ ||
  333. 8:53 PM ((Going for a 30 again, if possible))
  334. 8:53 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Tactics please))
  335. 8:53 PM ((And heard))
  336. 8:54 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Tactics
  337. 8:54 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Tactics" [3] = 3
  338. 8:56 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "A friend of mine passed on the information. Not all the members of the Watch are race traitors apparently." He says dryly, his smile fading into a straight line. He smiles again, and takes a step forward and the lighting in the room seems to alter itself to perfectly light him in the most intimidating way possible. Next to him a chair grows teeth and then snaps closed like a bear trap on the floor where it reopens itself just waiting to be
  339. 8:56 PM stepped on.
  340. 8:58 PM Chris takes a step closer to Artisan and Alex looking very confused, but easily choosing the right side. Savannah doesn't look at Alex as she goes to walk next to the red evil looking man, he pats her on the shoulder as she goes to stand behind him next to the swole asshole face guy. Basillio and Prudence seem frozen with indecision as Savannah looks hopefully up at him, and they look and see two very imposing looking guys about to attack
  341. 8:58 PM someone they don't like.
  342. 8:59 PM They're shocked into looking over at Alex when another huge boom rips, and a rift forms above her head. Her minion runs, looking exactly like her.
  343. 8:59 PM $roll 1d6+2 Alex Minion Blitz
  344. 8:59 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Alex Minion Blitz" [3] +2 = 5
  345. 8:59 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2h6+2 Damian Tactics
  346. 8:59 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damian Tactics" (2) [5] +2 = 7
  347. 9:00 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2h6+2 Threaten
  348. 9:00 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Threaten" [4] (4) +2 = 6
  349. 9:00 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Threaten from you too, +1 from your power please))
  350. 9:00 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+1 Fucking fuckers
  351. 9:00 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Fucking fuckers" [5] +1 = 6
  352. 9:01 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The Alex minion leaps into the air, spitting a web from her tail to swing in, when all the sudden Damian with an easy smile still on his face steps back away and a guillotine blade drops from the roof without provocation.
  353. 9:01 PM $moderate cut
  354. 9:01 PM A<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 2] Butchered: Counts as moderate plus lesser wound, inflicts SCAR.
  355. 9:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 Minion Dodge DC 6
  356. 9:02 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Minion Dodge DC 6" [2] +2 = 4
  357. 9:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate Pierce
  358. 9:02 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Through and through: Take an added moderate wound (no associated effect)
  359. 9:02 PM ⇐ Turncoat quit (uid185268@ealing.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  360. 9:04 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Clone Death Sentence
  361. 9:04 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Clone Death Sentence" [4] = 4
  362. 9:06 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold It chops /through/ the Alex's minions arms taking one clean off and sending weird blurred out red liquid spilling from it in spurts, and leaving another arm on a thread. The minion cries out with Alex's vocal chords as the floor opens where she falls into a pit of spikes that she's impaled on. She squirms a few times and the limbs start to become spectral again before she can feel the minions energy trying to return to the forming rift next
  363. 9:06 PM to her. Everyone there looks shocked at seeing someone who looks just like their friends die so gruesomely.
  364. 9:06 PM Its a stare down between her and the red cape. Artisan seeing her summon her rift pulls his pistol himself. He looks so tired, so done. Another fight to get through after so many. Chris steps back and his eyes look widely around for some sort of exit.
  365. 9:06 PM "I thought the SSRM were getting plowed over soap in the slammer." Chris mutters panicked under his breath.
  366. 9:13 PM "If you intend to fight me, I'll treat you like I was going to do him. And I didn't plan on letting him leave this world peacefully."The red cape, who Alex now supposes is Damian East the South San Raul Militia's leader, and Johnny behind him. But Johnny Devas hadn't been ripped in the wanted posters, and none of them were supposed to have powers... The threat is outright though. This is a place full of torture equipment, and more is forming,
  367. 9:13 PM and from what he says and the way he says it he /knows/ how to use it. Johnny unfolds his arms behind him and flexes them. They bulge to unrealistic sizes, and veins pop out like cords. Its like he has several watermelons packed into them.. Savannah frowns but takes a stance too. She looks pleadingly at her friends, and Prudence breaks into tears before joining her on the Militia's side. Basillio just turns and runs out of the room to find
  368. 9:13 PM /some/ exit as the rift gets bigger and bigger and the environment continues to shift more and more into a strange rippling as the world becomes more and more distorted and the rift starts to touch people. The lighting on Damien makes him look downright terrifying, especially after what he'd just done.
  369. 9:13 PM ||
  370. 9:14 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Can I do anything as my rift charges?))
  371. 9:14 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No you picked the dedicated super charge option))
  372. 9:14 PM ((Move a little that's it))
  373. 9:14 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ok. Can I still shout at them?))
  374. 9:14 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Easy actions mostly))
  375. 9:14 PM ((You can talk of course))
  376. 9:15 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Perfect))
  377. 9:15 PM Alex is fucking done.
  378. 9:15 PM Done with this shit. Done with these fuckers. Done with /fucking everything/.
  379. 9:16 PM A sea of completely and utter apathy fills her mind as she looks at these people. She has never trusted humans, and that last realization about the Citizen's true nature has left her with no hope whatsoever in humanity.
  380. 9:16 PM It is with this apathy that she slowly gets up, pulls out her pistol, and looks Damien straight in the eyes.
  381. 9:17 PM "The S-S-R-Fucking-M," she growls. "Really? You're doing this /now/?!"
  382. 9:18 PM "I have had the /shittiest/ day in my fucking life, and you pansy ass bitches waltz in here and decide to make it fucking /worse/!?"
  383. 9:20 PM "I can't /fucking/ take it anymore. I have hated /humans/, I can't fucking /stand/ the Offshoots anymore, and now you decide to be a literal /cartoon fucking villain/ and make yourself the biggest /fucking/ target I have ever seen!"
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  385. 9:23 PM C<Camtist|Alex> "Damien!" she shouts in anger. "I'm going to /fucking KILL you/, you cock-sucking, dick-munching, whore-fucking, ass-eating, cunt-licking, pussy-chomping, tit-bitching /FUCK/!" ||
  386. 9:32 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As Alex talks the rift grows and grows distorting everything and making it very hard to see exactly what changes are happening to the house they're in even as they 're all standing amidst them. Chris looks very very scared, but determined to stand by her teammate Alex and defend Artisan. As the distortion moves over them is pulls their appearances off of them leaving them white and featureless. Artisan just looks down at himself and clenches
  387. 9:32 PM his gun and sighs.
  388. 9:32 PM "Is that all? Sounds like fun." Damien's says and she can virtually hear his smug smile. The distortion stops moving and then everything looks like it shatters and the distortion /breaks/ ripping back into themselves.
  389. 9:32 PM Her power kicks into creating one blurry figure after another for every couple of people it rips the appearances off of everyone in the room. They pop into place next to her, and the spectral limbs form next to every completely white person in the room free for Alex to pull from and use.
  390. 9:32 PM Behind Damien she can see that Johnny while he's still all white is /still ripped/ somehow, even moreso than before.
  391. 9:32 PM ((Ath please, Cam))
  392. 9:33 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Alex's Ath, or base 3 Ath?))
  393. 9:33 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Base 3))
  394. 9:33 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Ath
  395. 9:33 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Ath" [3] = 3
  396. 9:35 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Damien Attack
  397. 9:35 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Attack" [5] +1 = 6
  398. 9:35 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As the distortion settles though, the other side has already /moved/ and has the jump on them catching them by surprise. Alex feels the ground under her raise a little, and then bars like prison bars raise around her to start forming a cage. She's not quick enough to immediately jump out and it closes around her quickly, locking her inside.
  399. 9:35 PM $roll 1d6+3 Johnny Blitz
  400. 9:35 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Blitz" [6] +3 = 9
  401. 9:36 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Would Evade have applied to that Ath roll?))
  402. 9:36 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Yeah but attackers win ties so you would have lost anyway, something to note for the future though))
  403. 9:36 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ok))
  404. 9:38 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The cage doesn't seem fully solidified or hardened, but it looks like its becoming sturdier. Outside it Damien's cohort Johnny is already moving, there's a blasting sound and he's flying across the room backwards at his normal level of musculature. His much larger all white form /slams/ into Artisan's back first and Alex is reminded of a crash test dummy as he crumples and slaps into a table turned torture wrack, straps begin to form on it as
  405. 9:38 PM he goes to catch his breath.
  406. 9:40 PM Chris, Savannah, and Prudence are caught completely off guard and just look down at themselves in shock and fear as they see themselves as all white and their parts floating around them. Right they hadn't seen Alex's power. Damien is already in motion, having run through his wings to make his way over to where Artisan is about to be strapped down.
  407. 9:40 PM ||
  408. 9:40 PM ((You have four minions, the bars don't look too imposing yet. But they're quickly starting to look that way))
  409. 9:40 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((So Damien was affected, but he now has his wings back?))
  410. 9:40 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Yes))
  411. 9:40 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Would I know which parts among the lot are the most Dexterous and/or Athletic?))
  412. 9:41 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $lesser bash
  413. 9:41 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Smashed: Knocked to the ground. This lesser wound goes away at start of next turn.
  414. 9:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold table turned torture wrack, Artisan lets out a pained grunt and almost loses hold of his gun as he slaps into it. Straps...*
  415. 9:43 PM ((Not particularly, just how they look))
  416. 9:43 PM ((Which will give you something of an idea))
  417. 9:43 PM ((But not a specific insight or anything))
  418. 9:43 PM ((Johnny's asshole head is the only special part about him, the rest of his limbs look normal sized))
  419. 9:44 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Okay. Let's play some Mr. Potatohead.
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  421. 9:47 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex grabs Arty's armored legs, Savannah's right arm, the most muscular left arm she can see, and the remainder of her own body for herself. All of Damien's remaining parts go to one minion, all of Johnny's go to another, and Savannah's are attached to a third. The fourth is kept blank, and Alex internally gives him the name Fucko, just so he isn't feeling left out.
  422. 9:48 PM /Kill him,/ she instructs all four minions, intent on Damien. That fucker needs to /die/.
  423. 9:48 PM The rest of the parts are left where they are as Alex slams her new left arms into the bars, then takes a shot with her pistol at Damien through whatever remains. ||
  424. 9:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You can shoot or bang))
  425. 9:49 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I'll bang, then. Sorry))
  426. 9:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No worries))
  427. 9:49 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((as Alex slams her new left arm into the bars.*))
  428. 9:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Tactics please, +1))
  429. 9:50 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+1 Tactics
  430. 9:50 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Tactics" [6] +1 = 7
  431. 9:51 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+3 Damien Evade
  432. 9:51 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Evade" [3] +3 = 6
  433. 9:51 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Cam which minion do you want taking point here?))
  434. 9:52 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((The one with the Sav parts))
  435. 9:53 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate rend
  436. 9:53 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Scourged: PAIN, but affects all activity/parts. Wound SCARS.
  437. 9:53 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Artisan Dex
  438. 9:53 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Dex" [4] = 4
  439. 9:55 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Johnny Base Withstand
  440. 9:55 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Base Withstand" [1] +1 = 2
  441. 9:57 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As the minions form Johnny seems unconcerned by them, and he moves to hold Artisan down on the wrack so he can be strapped in place. Artisan screams as he's held there, and he reaches with his right hand to his holster to slash out blindly with his knife that Alex had given him back. It slashes across Johnny's shirt hardening it to the same metal Artisan's wall had been made of, he hunches over with the weight giving Artisan time to rise.
  442. 9:57 PM Damien is on a beeline towards him to stop him though.
  443. 10:00 PM Before he can get close though, Alex's minions no longer blurry except for the last all move in tandem moving like a tight squad to move on him from all sides. The Johnny minion spits a green goo from its asshole face which hits Damiens leg and sticks him to the floor as he falls. He rips his foot up, but the Damien minion without his wings, and fucko move to hold him in place as the Savanah minion goes to bite for his jugular. He moves his
  444. 10:00 PM neck out of the way and loses a chunk of his color bone instead. White liquid like blood spurts from it onto the Savannah minion's face.
  445. 10:00 PM $roll 2h6+2 Damien Prison Tactics
  446. 10:00 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Prison Tactics" [6] (6) +2 = 8
  447. 10:01 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2d6+1! Attacks 1, and 2
  448. 10:01 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Attacks 1, and 2" [6]+1 [2]+1 = 7, 3
  449. 10:01 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Damien Minion Evade
  450. 10:01 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Minion Evade" [1] +1 = 2
  451. 10:01 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Fucko Evade
  452. 10:01 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Fucko Evade" [4] = 4
  453. 10:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2d6+2! Attacks 3, and 4
  454. 10:02 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Attacks 3, and 4" [1]+2 [2]+2 = 3, 4
  455. 10:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2d6+1! Savannah Min, and Johnny Min Evade
  456. 10:02 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Savannah Min, and Johnny Min Evade" [3]+1 [4]+1 = 4, 5
  457. 10:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate rend
  458. 10:02 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Mutilated: Long-term -1 to Brawn, Athletics, or Guts. Guts check after 2 weeks to see if this heals, requires 6+, but +1 to roll per week of expert medical care. 2nd chance after 1 month, but requires 8+. Scars, takes twice as long to recover from.
  459. 10:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate pierce
  460. 10:02 PM A<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 1] Graze: No special effect. Treat as lesser wound.
  461. 10:04 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Damien acts quickly, like he's prepared and unphazed by the fat chunk that had just been taken out of his collar bone. He extends his hand and a small already spinning one handed chainsaw forms which he grabs and thrusts while its /on/ into the Damien Minion's cut. Blurred out blood spuirts and messes on everything, and it screams out in Damian's voice as it falls off of him with the still spinning chainsaw left lodged in him.
  462. 10:06 PM He rolls again, and a set of sharp prison bars all jut from the ground impaling the Savanah Minion through her arm. She rips her arms off of it, tearing skin with it. Still Damien has bars between him and Artisan now and he's getting closer. Savannah and Prudence shake their heads. Savannah starts to walk forward hesitantly, apprently ready to join the fight. Prudence seems completely out of her depth and still needs a moment to calm herself.
  463. 10:06 PM ((Brawn +2 please, you took Chris' tentacle))
  464. 10:07 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
  465. 10:07 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Brawn" [3] +2 = 5
  466. 10:07 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Chris Brawn
  467. 10:07 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Chris Brawn" [5] = 5
  468. 10:09 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold While this is all happening Alex is able to slam her now tentacled arm into the bars forming around her, knocking one out of place and bending a few others. She does it again, and Chris comes up to pull from the other side sending the bars toppling and freeing her. His blank eyes rest on his arm on her for a moment, and then go down to Artisan's legs.
  469. 10:09 PM "Alex please tell me I'm going to get my dick back." He asks, as he glances back nervously at the fighting, and winces as he sees the brutality of it.
  470. 10:09 PM Artisan is still on the torture board about to rise. His armored torso is floating overhead and he's about to grab it when Damien gestures outward a strap tries to stop him.
  471. 10:09 PM $roll 1d6 Artisan Dex DC 4
  472. 10:09 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Dex DC 4" [4] = 4
  473. 10:11 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold He manages to get his arm instead, which allows him to quickly undo the strap on his other arm and roll behind the table turned torturing board for at least a second of cover from the still approaching Damien. Without the distortion from Alex's power it's easier to see how the building has changed. It looks like a horror movie old school asylum, with cruel devices, dim lighting, and evil looking machinery all over. His power had made it so the
  474. 10:11 PM place they were in was barely like the house they'd entered.
  475. 10:11 PM ||
  476. 10:12 PM C<Camtist|Alex> "When I'm done with it!" she shouts back, walking out through the opening in the bars.
  477. 10:13 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Chris is the one who asked about his Dick))
  478. 10:13 PM ((Just as an FYI))
  479. 10:13 PM ((Artisan is a little occupied atm))
  480. 10:13 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((She would give the same answer))
  481. 10:13 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Cool))
  482. 10:13 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Without further ado, she levels her pistol at Damien, takes aim, and fires. ||
  483. 10:14 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Dex please))
  484. 10:14 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Any bonus from Sav's arm?))
  485. 10:14 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((+1))
  486. 10:14 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+1 Fuck you Damien
  487. 10:14 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Fuck you Damien" [6] +1 = 7
  488. 10:14 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+3 Damien Evade
  489. 10:14 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Evade" [5] +3 = 8
  490. 10:15 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Mob Ath
  491. 10:15 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Mob Ath" [3] = 3
  492. 10:16 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Damien Enviroment Attack
  493. 10:16 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Enviroment Attack" [5] +1 = 6
  494. 10:17 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1! Sav, and Johnny Evade
  495. 10:17 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Sav, and Johnny Evade" [1] +1 = 2
  496. 10:17 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Oops
  497. 10:17 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Oops" [5] +1 = 6
  498. 10:18 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Damien Minion Guts
  499. 10:18 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Minion Guts" [3] = 3
  500. 10:20 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Damien's tilts his head mid flight as he sees Alex raise Savannah's steady hand to aim the pistol. He does a barrel roll and avoids it coming to an easy landing on his feet a few feet away from where Artisan is hiding. Alex can see him fiddling with his gun, getting it ready his back pressed against the torture wrack. Damien gestures backwards at the minions and the Savannah and Johnny minions who are still managing with the bars are trapped
  501. 10:20 PM as more bars rise to the sides of and behind them. Then the bars /sharpen/ and begin to close slowly on the minions trapped inside. There's enough space left that they'll be grated when it fully closes.
  502. 10:21 PM "Johnny watch her. I want to have a private talk with Artisan without any distractions." Damien commands easily. And Johnny moves.
  503. 10:22 PM He leaps in front of Savannah and Chris partially blocking their sight of Damien, and then he flexes and steps into a fighting stance. His white blank arms begin to bulge and slowly grow larger like he's inflating. He doesn't immediately strike but seems poised to and keeps growing.
  504. 10:23 PM $roll 1d6 Artisan Aim
  505. 10:23 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Aim" [4] = 4
  506. 10:23 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+3 Damien Evade
  507. 10:23 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Evade" [4] +3 = 7
  508. 10:24 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The Damien minion manages to rip the still spinning chainsaw out of its middle gruesomely spilling blurred blood everywhere, and then it begins to crawl over to where Damien is slowly, and singlemindedly. Fucko is also creeping towards him, but not quickly enough to stop Damien as he gestures and the torture wrack Artisan is hiding behind shrinks into nonexistence.
  509. 10:25 PM Deprived of his cover Artisan spins and fires his weapon at the ceiling creating a depression in it, and causing a block of metal to fall down towards Damien, but he simply steps out of the way, preparing to retaliate as another torture wrack begins to form behind Artisan.
  510. 10:25 PM ((Wits please Cam))
  511. 10:26 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Wits
  512. 10:26 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Wits" [6] = 6
  513. 10:26 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2h6+1 Savannah Sneak
  514. 10:26 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Savannah Sneak" (1) [4] +1 = 5
  515. 10:26 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Make that a 4))
  516. 10:27 PM Alex can see one white figure, Savannah creeping around behind where her Chris, and Johnny are. Prudence finally takes her first step as well, shaking her head. She looks over at Artisan and begins a jog in his direction to help Damien.
  517. 10:27 PM ||
  518. 10:28 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((How far am I from Damien?))
  519. 10:28 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Far enough that you'd need a turn to get in melee range, and growing boy is standing directly in your path))
  520. 10:29 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Is he currently within 10'? Or could I use one action to get within 5'?))
  521. 10:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No he's not that close))
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  523. 10:30 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You can use an action to try and get close, but it all depends on big boi))
  524. 10:31 PM ((It also won't get you within 5' prob unless it's a 7 or an 8))
  525. 10:32 PM ((Well fuck it, you could get within 5' with Artisan's leg if you can get around your obstacle.))
  526. 10:32 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I'll try that then))
  527. 10:33 PM ...
  528. 10:34 PM "Prudence, I swear to /fuck/ I will /fuck/ you!" Alex shouts, beelining straight towards Johnny. She uses Arty's legs and her own experience with her impalers and body to try duck beneath him, fully intent on getting as close to Damien as possible.
  529. 10:34 PM If she can get close enough, she'll reach out with Sav's arm to try and rift him. Alex wants those wings. ||
  530. 10:35 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Blitz roll please))
  531. 10:35 PM $roll 1d6+2 Johnny Inflated 1 turn
  532. 10:35 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Inflated 1 turn" [2] +2 = 4
  533. 10:35 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((What bonuses apply? I have Arty's legs and my own body/impalers))
  534. 10:35 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((It's a +2 with the legs. Your impalers don't give Ath bonuses))
  535. 10:35 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+2 Cmon
  536. 10:35 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Cmon" [2] +2 = 4
  537. 10:36 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate bash
  538. 10:36 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Demolished: If struck body part is unarmored, target suffers both type-specific consequences noted below.
  539. 10:36 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts. If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
  540. 10:36 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
  541. 10:40 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Prudence stops dead in her tracks hearing Alex and looks /very/ conflicted, it's enough to stop her from interfering as Alex moves crouching down on powerful mechanical legs to duck through Johnny's leg. It only puts her in the perfect position as his arm rapidly deflates and is jacked downwards like a piston straight into her back.
  542. 10:40 PM "Hup!" Johnny exerts a groan out, and the impact feels like it makes her entire body vibrate. She feels a couple ribs break /before/ the hit slams her into the hard metal ground sending a jarring wave of pain through her mix and matched body.
  543. 10:40 PM "Alex!" Chris cries out, and he turns lashing out at Johnny next to him.
  544. 10:40 PM $roll 1d6+1 Johnny Dex, With one of Alex's impalers
  545. 10:40 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Dex, With one of Alex's impalers" [1] +1 = 2
  546. 10:40 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Chris Dex*))
  547. 10:41 PM $roll 1d6+1 Johnny Withstand
  548. 10:41 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Withstand" [3] +1 = 4
  549. 10:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Johnny is laughing and already inflating over Alex again as she writhes under him, Chris who'd managed to get one of Alex's impalers at some point drives it into Johnny and it bounces off his inflating muscles with a spark.
  550. 10:42 PM "Ha nice try." He says, his voice getting deeper as he flexes again and he starts to reinflate.
  551. 10:42 PM That means nobody is able to help Artisan in his showdown with Damien.
  552. 10:42 PM $roll 1d6+3 Damien Blitz
  553. 10:42 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Blitz" [1] +3 = 4
  554. 10:42 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Artisan Evade
  555. 10:42 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Evade" [1] = 1
  556. 10:44 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Artisan raises his gun again to try and stop Damien, and shoots twice. Damien laughs as he simply leans out of the way of one which crashes forming a crater in the wall, and then leaps over the other one before using the motion to crash into Artisan literally driving him into the upraised torture board against the wall.
  557. 10:45 PM The straps that form this time do get across Artisan's legs and over once of his ankles. His torso still floats just above him out of reach behind Damien's back, but he can't get to it. As Damien looms over him.
  558. 10:45 PM "You know I had all these plans for you in my head. I've had em for months now." Damien, says letting out a crazy laugh.
  559. 10:46 PM "I'm sorry what my Dad did, but you /don't/ have to do this. I didn't want to ferals to hurt any-" Artisan says, a desperate edge appearing in his voice as Damien makes a /power drill/ form out of a wall nearby into his hand.
  560. 10:46 PM "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Damien /scream/ slamming the butt of the drill into the table.
  561. 10:47 PM "Let me finish..." He says more calmly in the resulting quiet, the smile returning to his face moments after one of complete hatred had been there.
  562. 10:48 PM "Now that I'm here with you there are just so many options." He says starting to spin the drill. "Let's just say we get through as many of them as possible before you pass out from blood loss..." He says edging the drill closer and closer.
  563. 10:48 PM $roll 1d6 Artisan Endure
  564. 10:48 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Endure" [5] = 5
  565. 10:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "Ah... Mmmm... AHHHHH." Artisan starts as the drill pierces white skin, slowly on his right hand drilling it to the table. He bites down on his tongue as the screams start and remains focused on bucking wildly against the straps that are holding him down in place. Its a wonder he isn't crying yet.
  566. 10:50 PM $roll 1d6 Fucko Attack
  567. 10:50 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Fucko Attack" [3] = 3
  568. 10:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Savannah Dex
  569. 10:50 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Savannah Dex" [3] = 3
  570. 10:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate rend
  571. 10:50 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Scourged: PAIN, but affects all activity/parts. Wound SCARS.
  572. 10:52 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Fucko tries to jump on Damien from behind to stop him, but Savannah still white jumps out and rips into his chest with Damien's clawed hands ripping a white chunk from him and driving him back. She pauses when she sees what Damien is doing and then turns and throws up, clearly not having expected something like that. The Damien minion getting closer and closer but still too far to stop what's happening. Prudence, who still hasn't entered the
  573. 10:52 PM fight begins to back away seeing that, and then starts to turn. To follow Basillio probably.
  574. 10:52 PM ||
  575. 10:53 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Is Damien within 10'?))
  576. 10:53 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You're both in the same place you were before lol))
  577. 10:54 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ok. Is Johnny still between us?))
  578. 10:54 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You got slapped into the ground, and he just knocked Artisan into his torture wrack))
  579. 10:54 PM ((Johnny is over you inflating again))
  580. 10:54 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Am I pinned under Johnny?))
  581. 10:54 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((He's just like looming over you, ready to punch at you again if you move))
  582. 10:56 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Fuck.
  583. 10:57 PM Johnny isn't Alex's goal right now. Damien is. This muscle bound shit just needs to fuck right off, or at least make himself useful to her.
  584. 10:58 PM Instead of rushing out from underneath, Alex grabs onto the fist looming over her with her imaplers and Chris's arm, tries to hoist herself around it, and then springboard with her metal legs off the muscular fuck and towards Damien. ||
  585. 10:59 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Ath please))
  586. 10:59 PM $roll 1d6+1 Johnny Reflexes
  587. 10:59 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Reflexes" [4] +1 = 5
  588. 10:59 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Dex too))
  589. 10:59 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Do bonuses or Acro mutations apply?))
  590. 11:00 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((I'll give you a die for the impalers))
  591. 11:00 PM ((And the arm))
  592. 11:02 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((So what roll does that come out to? 3h6 or 2h6? And does either the +2 from legs or +1 from Alex parts apply as well?))
  593. 11:02 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Oh wait actually, you're going back to normal this turn))
  594. 11:02 PM ((Just roll as normal))
  595. 11:02 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((So does Acro apply?))
  596. 11:03 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Acro applies normally right?))
  597. 11:03 PM ((Just remember you're -1 Guts, -2 Brawn atm from the broken rib))
  598. 11:03 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I get a die and +1 from my regular mutations if its an Acro roll. I'm asking if this is just an Ath roll or if Acro applies so that I can get those bonuses))
  599. 11:04 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Yes cam. You can use Acro))
  600. 11:04 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((And I thought my pip of armor absorbed the wound effect? Or am I thinking of something else?))
  601. 11:04 PM $roll 2h6+2 Acro
  602. 11:04 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Acro" [4] (1) +2 = 6
  603. 11:04 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Oh true))
  604. 11:04 PM $lesser bash
  605. 11:04 PM A<[ATM]> [Head] [Any 3] Crushed: Two temporary lesser wounds, can bypass one layer of armor with the first to deliver the second. The target heals one of the temporary wounds at the end of the next round and the round following it.
  606. 11:05 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I'm sorry about all the questions, I just don't want to fuck up any rolls))
  607. 11:05 PM P<Pinkhair> ow
  608. 11:06 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Oh, and dex))
  609. 11:06 PM $roll 1d6 Dex
  610. 11:06 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dex" [2] = 2
  611. 11:09 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As Alex is about to move, the rift reverses itself and everybody gets all their parts back. Damien is all red and demonic again, looming over Artisan, but his gleeful smile turns into a frown as the drill gets caught and stuck in Artisan's armor. The blood dribbling from the whole in the armor goes from white to red. He shrugs, and a large buzz saw sprouts from the top of the torture wrack, Damien gestures and it begins to move down slowly
  612. 11:09 PM towards Artisan's shoulder instead.
  613. 11:09 PM Next to her Johnny gets his green color back, and Chris gets his tentacle again. The minions that are left all disappear leaving Alex as herself again. Just in time to try and help. She's somehow not nearly as hurt as she should be after the pounding she'd taken to her back. She moves more trickily this time, grabbing at Johnny's fist and swinging herself around it onto his back. Right as she's about to springboard though Johnny swings anyway.
  614. 11:09 PM $roll 1d6+1 Chris Withstand
  615. 11:09 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Chris Withstand" [4] +1 = 5
  616. 11:10 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 Johnny Brawn, Inflate 1 turn
  617. 11:10 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Brawn, Inflate 1 turn" [6] +2 = 8
  618. 11:10 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate bash
  619. 11:10 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Demolished: If struck body part is unarmored, target suffers both type-specific consequences noted below.
  620. 11:10 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
  621. 11:10 PM [Torso] [Any 1] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts. If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
  622. 11:11 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Johnny switches position and slams his fist into Chris crumpling him with a cry, a huge burst of inflated air is let out as the arm explosively deflates to its normal size with the hit, and Chris is launched back first with her on his back towards the ceiling. Alex manges to dive off before he crashes back first into the ceiling and then drops unharmed easily to his feet, but the force of the wind smacks her into the ground next to Damien
  623. 11:11 PM slightly off course.
  624. 11:12 PM "Please, please, pleeeease. OH FUCK!" Artisan screams as the buzz saw tears into his shoulder plate for his arm, its on a path where it would take part of his arm off with it.
  625. 11:13 PM Alex forms a rift over Damien's spot but he steps out of the way, and frowns turning to her.
  626. 11:13 PM "Wow. Rude. Can't you see we're busy?" He gestures at her.
  627. 11:13 PM ((Evade please give up your +2 or dice bonuses to roll towards him, regular rollto roll away))
  628. 11:14 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Do I know how far I'd roll away?))
  629. 11:15 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No just that you have to move quickly to avoid the spike pit that's opening under you, lol))
  630. 11:15 PM $roll 1d6+1 Damien Enviromental Attack
  631. 11:15 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Enviromental Attack" [4] +1 = 5
  632. 11:16 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 2h6+1 Rolling Away
  633. 11:16 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Rolling Away" [5] (5) +1 = 6
  634. 11:16 PM ⇐ Prim quit (uid261800@stonehaven.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  635. 11:16 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate rend arm
  636. 11:16 PM A<[ATM]> [Arm] [Part] Scourged: PAIN, but affects all activity/parts. Wound results in SCAR.
  637. 11:17 PM → Pink joined (Pink@net-vqhtj6.dyn.optonline.net)
  638. 11:17 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She feels the ground under her shake, and has the presence of mind to roll /away/ from where she is /right/ as a pit full of nasty sharp looking spikes opens under right where she'd been laying on the ground. Her heart races at the near miss, and then even more as the loudly sparking and whirring buzz saw moving down towards Artisan's arm makes contact with flesh.
  639. 11:18 PM "FUUUUUUUCKKKK!!! AGGGGHHH, HELP PLEASE!!!" He wails, bucking like an animal in restraints and probably hurting himself more.
  640. 11:18 PM $roll 1d6+2 Artisan Strongarm
  641. 11:18 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Strongarm" [4] +2 = 6
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  643. 11:21 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The Buzzsaw gets partway through Artsan's arm splitting gore, metal, flesh, and bone in equal measure all over the floor near the torture wrack. Artisan /heaves/ with his whole body, his eyes wild and rips the arm holding the knife free. He stabs himself with it where the buzzsaw is spinning armoring himself there, and preventing his whole arm from being cut clean through. There are tears flowing from his eyes and he whimpers as he moves the
  644. 11:21 PM hand on the partially cut arm with the gun still in it to point up towards where the saw is.
  645. 11:21 PM $roll 1d6+1 Artisan Dex
  646. 11:21 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Dex" [5] +1 = 6
  647. 11:21 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+3 Damien Evade
  648. 11:21 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Evade" [2] +3 = 5
  649. 11:22 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $lesser cut
  650. 11:22 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 3] Gashed: Counts as two lesser wounds, one of these goes away on its own after a turn.
  651. 11:23 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold He lashes out with the knife actually cutting a gash in Damien's chest. Metal quickly fills the wound as Damien jumps back, weighed down, and it gives Artisan enough time to shoot upwards at the board that's holding him blowing a chunk out of his shoulder armor with the board to free himself. Without the armor the full extent of the injury on his arm can be seen. Its hanging by threads at the top, and its a gory mess. Bone shows clearly from
  652. 11:23 PM it, and its leaking a shocking amount of blood.
  653. 11:24 PM He weakly begins reaching for his leg straps to undo them while Damien's distracted.
  654. 11:25 PM Damien looks annoyed, and looks back at Savannah.
  655. 11:25 PM "You. You said you were prepared for this. Now act like you're prepared. Johnny. On me." He spits, gesturing at the chainsaw next to Savannah. She hesitantly picks it up. And Johnny is already walking slowly to where they are, inflating.
  656. 11:25 PM ||
  657. 11:25 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((How far am I from Damien?))
  658. 11:27 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Between 5-10' away))
  659. 11:28 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Nope. Nopenopenope. /Fuck/ that.
  660. 11:28 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Not exactly 5', needs a little movment))
  661. 11:29 PM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex charges right for Damien, prepping a rift in one hand and her gun in the other. She lashes out with the former as soon as he's close enough, with a single goal in mind.
  662. 11:29 PM Take. His. /Wings./ ||
  663. 11:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Blitz please))
  664. 11:29 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+1 Ath
  665. 11:29 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Ath" [6] +1 = 7
  666. 11:29 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+3 Damien Evade
  667. 11:29 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Evade" [1] +3 = 4
  668. 11:33 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Alex seeing Artisan suffer this way, she's so /close/. She pushes herself up and leaps, desperately she /has/ to do something. And she /does/.
  669. 11:34 PM She catches him right after his order, and even he isn't fast enough to move out of the way as she gets right up in his face. She sees him right next to him face to face before the rift *booms* and rips. All the sudden Damian is all white, and his features are floating in the air around him, and there's one minion behind her.
  670. 11:34 PM The wings zip themselves onto her blurry back, and they connect becoming /hers/.
  671. 11:35 PM ((Evade or Strongarm please))
  672. 11:35 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Do Wings add to the Evade?))
  673. 11:35 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You have a +3 flat like Damien did))
  674. 11:35 PM ((You don't know how to use them well enough to take the die though))
  675. 11:35 PM $roll 1d6+3 Johnny Strongarm, 2 turns inflate
  676. 11:35 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Strongarm, 2 turns inflate" [5] +3 = 8
  677. 11:35 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I have the Evade skill :)))
  678. 11:36 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You've never used wings before dude))
  679. 11:36 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ah, alright))
  680. 11:36 PM $roll 1d6+3 Dodge
  681. 11:36 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dodge" [6] +3 = 9
  682. 11:37 PM vanderhuge|GM → vanderhuge, Thalia|Arrow → Thalia
  683. 11:38 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold She flaps them and throws herself back into the wall back accident right as she notices Johnny who looks /way/ too large to even be moving this point move to grab at the space where she'd just leaped out of. Savannah approaches slowly to move next to Johnny, the handheld chainsaw not moving yet. She seems hesitant still, but comes up besides Damien to face Artisan down with him.
  684. 11:38 PM Artisan has a pained expression on his face and his fucked up arm is hanging limply by his side. He holsters his knife, and moves the gun to his left hand. The one he can actually use. He backs up, his back hitting the wall.
  685. 11:39 PM $roll 1d6+1 Chris Willpower
  686. 11:39 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Chris Willpower" [1] +1 = 2
  687. 11:39 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Chris remains lying on the floor nearby still unable to move in his pain.
  688. 11:41 PM Saff → Sleeff
  689. 11:41 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Damien grabs all his parts besides his wings angrily as Alex flies with his wings. "I'll deal with her. Prove to me, that you're down for the /cause/." He says, gesturing his head back at Artisan turns back to face Alex. Savanah takes a step towards Artisan who's pleading with her with his eyes. She hesitates, and then starts the handheld chainsaw up.
  690. 11:41 PM Johnny and Damien are in her way.
  691. 11:41 PM ||
  692. 11:41 PM are in Alex's way*
  693. 11:41 PM ||
  694. 11:42 PM C<Camtist|Alex> "Sav!" she shouts as she flies further upwards. "Quit being a bitch and help me kill these fucks!"
  695. 11:43 PM She aims her pistol down towards Damien and proceeds to unload on the fucker from up high. ||
  696. 11:43 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Dex please, +1 for the higher ground))
  697. 11:43 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+1 AAAAAGH
  698. 11:43 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "AAAAAGH" [5] +1 = 6
  699. 11:44 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Damien Evade
  700. 11:44 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Evade" [2] +1 = 3
  701. 11:44 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate pierce
  702. 11:44 PM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Graze: No special effect. Treat as lesser wound.
  703. 11:45 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Savannah going higher up into the air, raises her gun and levels it on Damien popping off several shots. One hits, but it doesn't seem to ping anything vital as Damien doesn't go down getting hit, just glares at her, and then back at Savannah who is /hesitating/ again.
  704. 11:45 PM ((Evade please))
  705. 11:46 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+3 Dodgedodgedodge
  706. 11:46 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dodgedodgedodge" [3] +3 = 6
  707. 11:46 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+4 Johnny Blitz, 3 turns inflated
  708. 11:46 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Johnny Blitz, 3 turns inflated" [1] +4 = 5
  709. 11:47 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Johnny turns and punches the ground leaving a cracked crater in the ground before the wind from the blow sends him flying up into the air towards Alex rapidly, turning into a living canon ball. She manages to barely glide out of the way, and he goes /through/ the roof, sending some light shining through it.
  710. 11:48 PM Damien looks back at Savannah and sees her hesitate, he sees Jonnny miss, and he frowns deeply.
  711. 11:49 PM "...-thing myself." She hears him mutter and he swipes twice in the air, once at Artisan and once at Alex.
  712. 11:49 PM $roll 2d6+1 Damien Attacks
  713. 11:49 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Attacks" [1] [6] +1 = 8
  714. 11:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Disregard that roll))
  715. 11:49 PM $roll 2d6+1! Damien Attacks
  716. 11:49 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Attacks" [1]+1 [6]+1 = 2, 7
  717. 11:49 PM ⇐ Fulvus quit (Fulvus@net-qqf.jmd.44.67.IP) Quit: Quitting
  718. 11:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Artisan Evade
  719. 11:49 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Artisan Evade" [5] +1 = 6
  720. 11:49 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Evade please Cam))
  721. 11:49 PM ((Your DC is that 7))
  722. 11:50 PM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+3 Dodgedodgedodgedodgedodge
  723. 11:50 PM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dodgedodgedodgedodgedodge" [2] +3 = 5
  724. 11:50 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Fack))
  725. 11:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate cut
  726. 11:50 PM A<[ATM]> [Arm] [Part] Lacerated: Limb DISABLED. DISARMED.
  727. 11:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No recharging armor over the same fight btw. Its a little OP if I let you do that))
  728. 11:50 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((I assumed so))
  729. 11:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d2 2 is a the gun hand
  730. 11:50 PM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "2 is a the gun hand" [1] = 1
  731. 11:50 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Your gun arm is safe))
  732. 11:50 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Sweet))
  733. 11:52 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Actually sorry, it says disarmed specifically in the wound effect))
  734. 11:52 PM ((Gotta leave it there))
  735. 11:52 PM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ok))
  736. 11:52 PM ⇐ Turncoat quit (uid185268@ealing.irccloud.com) Quit: Connection closed for inactivity
  737. 11:53 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold As Artisan manages to unstrap his legs, the torture wrack widens and grows spikes before attempting to close on him like a book. Artisan manages to stumble out of the way avoiding getting Iron Maidened into place. Alex isn't so lucky as the same maneuver that had taken out her first minion takes her arm out the same way. A guillotine comes up from the ground this time, chopping through Alex's arm and causing the gun to fall clattering to the
  738. 11:53 PM ground. Alex's minion having no instructions just follows under Alex, attempting to defend her but having no way to fly up and follow her.
  739. 11:55 PM The blade of the guilotine pushes her into the ceiling where a torture wrack forms from it for her attempting to strap her into place. Below her Damien forms a spike, that looks like its positioned to grow up into her.
  740. 11:56 PM ⇐ iridium248 quit (iridium248@net-79p.vhr.127.203.IP) Quit: http://www.kiwiirc.com/ - A hand crafted IRC client
  741. 11:56 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "Normie loving /scum/." Damien spits. "Look Savannah. Maybe you'll learn something." He says disappointment clearly dripping from his voice. Savannah turns to face his back, and seeing Alex strapped to the ceiling what skin is showing under her patchy fur pales.
  742. 11:57 PM The chainsaw is still spinning but she isn't moving.
  743. 11:57 PM ||
  744. 11:57 PM ((You have to take a half action to avoid getting strapped))
  745. 11:57 PM C<Camtist|Alex> "I /don't love normies/!" she shouts below. "I just /fucking HATE YOU/!"
  746. 11:58 PM ((Would commanding my minion take the other half?))
  747. 11:59 PM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Nah its free, but it is an active move so you can't attack yourself, move, and attack with the minion too this turn if you feel me))
  748. 11:59 PM ((You have to pick action priority))
  749. 12:00 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ok, I'm gonna try something, and I can redact if it's not doable))
  750. 12:00 AM Alex kicks and struggles off from the table as she swaps her impalers onto the minion below.
  751. 12:01 AM "Just fucking kill Damien already!" she shouts, ordering both Savannah and the minion to do so. ||
  752. 12:01 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Strongarm please, DC 4))
  753. 12:01 AM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Strongarm
  754. 12:01 AM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Strongarm" [4] = 4
  755. 12:02 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Evade please))
  756. 12:02 AM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+3 Dodgedodgedodgedodgedodgedodgedodge
  757. 12:02 AM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Dodgedodgedodgedodgedodgedodgedodge" [4] +3 = 7
  758. 12:03 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Damien Attack
  759. 12:03 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Attack" [5] +1 = 6
  760. 12:03 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Also social please))
  761. 12:03 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Have I gained any Driven bonuses over the course of this fight or running?))
  762. 12:04 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((No))
  763. 12:04 AM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6-1 Social
  764. 12:04 AM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Social" [4] -1 = 3
  765. 12:07 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold Alex manages to move, flapping herself out of the way as the straps move to hold her in place. The spike slams upward into the ceiling where she'd been, but it misses her middle where it would have hit. Her minion moves on command obviously, but she sees something in Savannah. Savannah wants to help, /someone/ her loyalties have switched many times over the course of the fight, and she's been close to turning on Damien, had almost... until
  766. 12:07 AM Alex had commanded her. Her telling her friend what to do, and yelling at her several times has literally been doing to opposite of what she wants and it freezes Savannah into place yet again.
  767. 12:07 AM $roll 1d6+1 Alex Minion Impale
  768. 12:07 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Alex Minion Impale" [3] +1 = 4
  769. 12:07 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Damien No Wings Evade
  770. 12:07 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien No Wings Evade" [4] +1 = 5
  771. 12:07 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+2 Chris Strongarm
  772. 12:07 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Chris Strongarm" [1] +2 = 3
  773. 12:07 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Damien Strongarm
  774. 12:07 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Strongarm" [6] = 6
  775. 12:08 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 2d6+1! Damien Attacks
  776. 12:08 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien Attacks" [4]+1 [5]+1 = 5, 6
  777. 12:08 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6 Minion Evade
  778. 12:08 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Minion Evade" [2] = 2
  779. 12:08 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $roll 1d6+1 Chris Withstand
  780. 12:08 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Chris Withstand" [6] +1 = 7
  781. 12:08 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $lesser pierce
  782. 12:08 AM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Pricked: No special effect. Lesser wound fades after one round.
  783. 12:09 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate rend
  784. 12:09 AM A<[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 2] Mangled: PAIN, but affects all activity/parts. Wound SCARS.
  785. 12:12 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold The minion lunges at Damien but he sidesteps it easily and kicks it into the back towards the wall, where the wall parts and opens into more spinning saws catching the minions arms, and Alex's swapped impalers and ripping them off like snapping twigs. Damien laughs and shakes his head, but then Chris who's recovered leaps tentacle extended and grabs Damien. Damien shakes his head again, and a spike comes from the ground to impale Chris and pry
  786. 12:12 AM him off of Damien. The spike does go up, but Chris takes it in his left shoulder from the wall where it stops pressing into him but not going all the way in. He tightens his hold on Damien holding him in place. Artisan is at the far wall where he raises his pistol weakly and blows a hole in the wall. He begins to stagger out with nobody to stop him.
  787. 12:13 AM "Alex. Don't forget the /mission/! Artisan is losing blood fast while you're worried about fighting. Just take Artisan and RUN!" He screams, halfway pleading halfway commanding her to go, Damien tries to break free but Chris has a strong hold on him. Artisan is already leaving by himself, but who knows how far he'll get on his own.
  788. 12:13 AM ||
  789. 12:15 AM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex isn't good at talking. She was /never/ good at talking.
  790. 12:15 AM And maybe it's because of this that she's never been quite so good at listening, either.
  791. 12:16 AM Without a gun to aim and nothing more lethal to use, Alex directs her body downwards, folds her wings in, and starts diving straight towards Damien.
  792. 12:17 AM There's no plan. There's nothing to pull out, nothing to do but brace her face with her arms as she sets on a crash course straight into the man.
  793. 12:17 AM Her only goal is to just demolish him with her high speed body, not giving a single shit about her own health and safety in the process. ||
  794. 12:19 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Withstand to lesser the severity. Blitz please. 6-8 equals extra wound effect on him, a 9 and he loses by more than 3 will be a crit, and two moderate wounds on you which will death sentence you if you don't pass the Withstand check))
  795. 12:19 AM $roll 1d6+2 Chris Strongarm
  796. 12:19 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Chris Strongarm" [4] +2 = 6
  797. 12:19 AM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6 Withstand
  798. 12:19 AM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Withstand" [2] = 2
  799. 12:19 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((He can't defend))
  800. 12:19 AM ((Roll away))
  801. 12:19 AM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6+3 Blitz
  802. 12:19 AM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Blitz" [5] +3 = 8
  803. 12:20 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate bash
  804. 12:20 AM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Demolished: If struck body part is unarmored, target suffers both type-specific consequences noted below.
  805. 12:20 AM [Torso] [Any 1] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts. If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
  806. 12:20 AM [Torso] [Any 1] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
  807. 12:20 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold $moderate bash
  808. 12:20 AM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
  809. 12:20 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((For Damien))
  810. 12:20 AM $moderate bash
  811. 12:20 AM A<[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Demolished: If struck body part is unarmored, target suffers both type-specific consequences noted below.
  812. 12:20 AM [Torso] [Any 1] Broken Rib: PAIN, torso.
  813. 12:20 AM [Torso] [Any 1] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts. If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
  814. 12:20 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((For you))
  815. 12:21 AM Nobody even moves to stop Artisan as the Offshoots fight, and he disappears from sight out of the building. Alex doesn't care. She's focused on killing and defeating her opponent. Damien is held in place and can't do anything
  816. 12:23 AM Alex goes as high as she can, flying up through the hall Johnny had made she seems him almost back to the building, but she doesn't care. All she cares about is demolishing her enemy. She folds her wings and begins to fall like a meteorite, quickly, powerfully, with a whistling sound. With Chris holding him in place the cape can't help but move. Her bones and his both break with the impact, though she thinks he has it worse off. Chris is sent
  817. 12:23 AM flying away by the motion while Damien and Alex are left laying next to each other. Both broken and sorely wounded.
  818. 12:25 AM Savannah is close enough that she can turn the tides in either's favor. She takes a step towards both of them, the handheld chainsaw still in hand. Deciding.
  819. 12:25 AM "Where's Artisan... He's gone." Chris is muttering to himself under his breath, seemingly the /only/ person who remembers what they're actually there for.
  820. 12:25 AM ||
  821. 12:26 AM ((It's three wounds on him, not four. The last was an effect))
  822. 12:26 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ((?))
  823. 12:27 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((I said mod and effect on an 8 remember?))
  824. 12:27 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ((He took one from my minions, one from Arty, one from my gun, and ow this one))
  825. 12:27 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((You said 4 in chat))
  826. 12:27 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ((one from this one*))
  827. 12:27 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Arty's sealed itself))
  828. 12:27 AM ((With metal))
  829. 12:27 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ((Ah))
  830. 12:27 AM ((Stupid tinkers :())
  831. 12:28 AM Alex starts to get up, to /finish this/, until she sees Sav approaching.
  832. 12:28 AM "...hi," she says from the ground. Her voice sounds faint and broken as she looks up at her friend.
  833. 12:30 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Oh you switched back last turn btw, will post add))
  834. 12:31 AM C<Camtist|Alex> "...are you going to kill me?" she asks, genuine curiosity filling her beaten voice. Alex has never actually really registered that Sav betrayed them. Yes, it seems that she hired these fucks, and yes, she's been fighting against them this entire time, but the fact is that Sav was Alex's friend.
  835. 12:31 AM One of her only friends.
  836. 12:31 AM She doesn't have many of those, and would rather outright deny and forgive than lose a single one.
  837. 12:32 AM "...because I really don't want to die. That would make this day just be the /fucking worst/." ||
  838. 12:33 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ((Social please))
  839. 12:33 AM C<Camtist|Alex> $roll 1d6-1 Please Sav
  840. 12:33 AM A<[ATM]> Camtist|Alex "Please Sav" [5] -1 = 4
  841. 12:34 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold "Do it!" Damien commands, and he coughs out blood before pushing himself to his hands and knees.
  842. 12:35 AM "You brought us this far, now bring it to a close. The boy is getting away."
  843. 12:35 AM Savannah frowns and looks at her hands, the chainsaw in one, the other empty. She looks over at Alex and then back at her hands again, once, twice. She drops the chainsaw.
  844. 12:36 AM "I... c-can't." She gets out finally, defeated. Johnny appears at the opening Artisan had made again looming there. His muscles begin to inflate and grow as he walks towards them.
  845. 12:37 AM $roll 1d6 Damien KO?
  846. 12:37 AM A<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Damien KO?" [2] = 2
  847. 12:38 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold He swells to a dangerous size as he walks up, and as he does Damien collapses downwards seeing the chainsaw fall, his wounds getting the best of him. Before Alex can follow up though Johnny steps in her way. He's still unhurt, and swelling even larger. He doesn't attack but just stands there.
  848. 12:39 AM "dunt. yull lose." He wars in a voice that just sounds /weird/ and wrong coming fro an asshole mouth, and he's likely not wrong. She's almost at her end here and Johnny hasn't even gotten hurt yet.
  849. 12:39 AM Chris crawls over to her side with her, and Savannah starts to back away several steps looking like she's going to run herself. Like Prudence and Basillio had.
  850. 12:40 AM "Alex please. Let's just go." Chris pleads, tugging on her sleeve. She realizes exactly how hurt he is for the first time. He's beaten and battered, worse off than he would've been if they haven't pushed the fight so far.
  851. 12:41 AM "He might be dying out there..." Chris says, actually sounding like he cares. The asshole face gives off the most disgusted sound hearing that.
  852. 12:41 AM ||
  853. 12:41 AM warns*
  854. 12:42 AM C<Camtist|Alex> Alex finds that her anger has been quite literally beaten out of her. She's bloodied, broken, and will likely need several days to heal, not to mention that there's a possibility for worse looming directly over her.
  855. 12:42 AM She's kinda stopped giving much of a shit about Arty at this point. Maybe he could be a friend, but right now, there are only two before her.
  856. 12:43 AM "Sav," she calls out as she slowly backs away. "I'm sorry I doubted you, and I'm not mad at you. I'm sorry I yelled. You know I don't speak good, so, so..."
  857. 12:45 AM "...I'm really fucking sorry," is all she has to say. Alex lost herself there. She was pissed and couldn't take it and lashed out, and now they may have failed. She might have even killed someone on top of that, but for now, there's bigger matters to deal with.
  858. 12:46 AM "Come find me later. Please." With that, the girl tries to stand, requires a few tries, and then goes to follow Chris. ||
  859. 12:46 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ...
  860. 12:47 AM Savannah opens her mouth to respond, and then words fail her. Several more tears drop from her eyes before she looks away shamefully.
  861. 12:47 AM "I'm sorry too." She says at a barely audible volume before dashing past her to the outside leaving them there.
  862. 12:48 AM Johnny looks like he's about to pop, and he's still growing but he only glares /daggers/ at them as they leave, his priority apparently on keeping Damien safe for the time being.
  863. 12:48 AM "nexth time wont be stho nithe"
  864. 12:50 AM They leave him behind, walking out slowly, both of them limping. There's no sign of Artisan save for a blood trail that cuts off partway around the corner. The rest of their teammates are also gone, leaving only her and Chris of the original eight left there. She wonders if Erksine the good red Offshoot, or anyone else had been okay. She belatedly realized Ted hadn't been in the room when she'd gotten there. Had he run off too? Questions that
  865. 12:50 AM will have to remain unanswered for now. They have no idea where Artisan is, if he's okay, if they've succeeded or failed in their mission. Both Chris and Alex are nearly silent as they stagger through the slums back towards civilization.
  866. 12:50 AM ||
  867. 12:50 AM ((Final post))
  868. 12:51 AM wunt*
  869. 12:51 AM C<Camtist|Alex> ...
  870. 12:51 AM "I'm sorry," is all she can get out as they limp back. "I'm sorry. I'm so so fucking sorry."
  871. 12:52 AM Alex has failed so many people today, including herself. Everything's just gone so wrong, so fast...
  872. 12:52 AM .../fuck/. ||
  873. 12:52 AM C<•ColdGold|GM> ColdGold ||||
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