21:46:39 W<Wellwick|GM> ...
21:46:39 The tracks trembled underfoot. The heat was trapped within the dark tunnels, suffusing through her costume.
21:46:39 A subway train echoed away a couple of tunnels over as she finally stepped up to a maintenance door. She'd had to walk a few hundred yards down the tunnel from the recently abandoned station, but now it was nearly time to step into the lions den.||
21:48:13 ((Go ahead and introduce your character a bit))
21:48:19 ixi → ixi|BB
21:55:29 I<ixi|BB> BB spun the umbrella on her shoulder, excited. The heat bothered her none, it couldn’t match how bad Texas got. Born and raised, although perhaps baked would be better to say. She twirled around, her dress spinning lightly and kicking up dust, making sure that everything was primed and ready to go. Wouldn’t be good to not be prepared, especially since this was an official job and not just one of her little playful excursions. She
21:55:29 thought back to how much money she was going to get from this caper.||
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21:56:54 I<ixi|BB> ((unless you want more description))
21:57:14 W<Wellwick|GM> ((all good :) ))
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22:05:45 W<Wellwick|GM> Stepping through the door, she was plunged into the pitch black hallway. The temperature dropped the moment the door swung closed as the subway heat was cut off.
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22:10:43 W<Wellwick|GM> She reached out to a wall, hitting a switch and the fluorescent lights chained along the length of the hallway. One halfway along sparked instead of turning on, the splashes of light dancing through the air as they fell to the ground. They touched on a dark grey mess tucked up flush on the edge of the hallway.
22:12:06 The door had also mostly silenced the echoes of the subway, leading to an ominous quiet.
22:16:39 She'd been recruited to head into the subway to clear up some reported beasts roaming the underground by one of the local gangs. The creatures had been causing trouble for the lower level minions who trafficked things around town using the unused subway lines and it seemed like a cape was needed to handle it.||
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22:21:45 I<ixi|BB> Well, hopefully there wouldn’t be anyone coming her, otherwise they’d be in for a surprise. She flicked on her power, allowing it to automatically prime around her as she walked. As she walked through the hallway, to where the lights led, she mused on whether any of these beasts would be worth mounting as a trophy. Blowing up deer and the like was amusing, but far too easy now.||
22:22:43
22:28:50 W<Wellwick|GM> Her footsteps echoed along the hallway as she worked her way along it. She turned the corner and heard scuttling behind the walls, enough that she almost put her hand out against the wall backing up.
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22:34:38 W<Wellwick|GM> That could have bad. Bringing the walls down around her might be a bad way to start this mission.
22:36:00 She tries to spot where the scuttling was coming from and thought she could see movement through the puncture marks in the walls.||
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22:47:35 I<ixi|BB> Or an excellent to finish the mission quickly, and technically. Although that would suck all the fun out of it, and probably wouldn’t let her get paid. She shut off the auto primes, just in case the creepy crawlies triggered one by accident. What would be the best way to check into the wall?
22:47:41 Punch through it? She laughed, a dainty sound. She was being a silly. She just needed more explosions. That always solved things, just had to know how to apply it. And BB knew plenty of ways. She just needed some leverage first. She looks around, trying to find a large piece of metal rod.
22:47:43 ||
22:49:42 ((she's Mr. Torgue))
22:53:16
22:58:15 W<Wellwick|GM> ...
23:00:21 A pipe ran up one wall, begging to be torn free.||
23:01:43 ((Sorry for slow responses :S))
23:02:17 I<ixi|BB> Perfect. BB primed her arms and legs and grabbed the pipe, pulling while unleashing her the charge in her arms.||
23:02:28 ((you're fine! don't worry))
23:07:07 W<Wellwick|GM> She felt the explosion at her left elbow and her right knee, trying to balance the backwards force.
23:07:21 ((roll ath to make sure you don't blow back into the wall))
23:08:34 I<ixi|BB> ((any mods?))
23:09:04 W<Wellwick|GM> ((+1))
23:09:09 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6+1 Balance!
23:09:09 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Balance!" [1] +1 = 2
23:09:33 W<Wellwick|GM> $lesser bash
23:09:33 A<+[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Winded: All lesser abilities with need for refreshers or a stamina cost are put on cooldown.
23:09:44 I<ixi|BB> ((this is a most dandy start))
23:10:25
23:10:50 I<ixi|BB> ((do I continue my part?))
23:13:17 W<Wellwick|GM> ((sure))
23:17:59 I<ixi|BB> Oooph! BB stumbled, but didn’t fall. Luckily, no one was there to see that. Would’ve gotten a few laughs thrown her way if she were back with the squad. Annoyed at herself, she wasted no time setting up what she wanted.
23:18:04 Grabbing a spare hex plate from her bra, she stuck the pipe at a angle into the puncture marks on the wall and rested it on the hex plate.
23:18:08 Priming the plate afterwards, she stepped back a fair distance and searched the ground for any small stone. Once in hand, she throws it at the plate.
23:18:09 ||
23:29:35 W<Wellwick|GM> ...
23:31:54 The first few that landed didn't produce the kinetic force required to trigger the plate, but larger pebble finally set it off. The pipe went blasting off through the wall, spilling plaster dust out into the hallway.
23:34:16 The light caught up the dust motes, blocking out vision of the wall for a few moments. When it settled, a chunk of wall a little to small for BB to fit through remained, through which the little available light showed the inner workings of a thin space through which wires and piping ran.
23:38:04 There might be just enough space for her to squeeze along the tunnel, if she can make it through the gap.||
23:42:08 I<ixi|BB>  /Why did God have to bless me with these marvelous boobs?/ That gap wouldn’t be enough to fit in, unless … of course! BB primed her gauntlet and body once more. Hitting the edge of the gap should be enough to break off a piece, especially if she mega-punched it. Dynamo-punched? She was still working on her trademark. Stepping up to the gap, she readied herself to avoid stumbling again, and let loose.||
23:53:54 W<Wellwick|GM> The plaster tore away further, ripping into the intervening space.
23:54:29 More dust got thrown up and she had cough it away. Further scuttling could be heard in the dark, but moving away from her this time.||
Sunday, July 2nd, 2017
00:01:12 I<ixi|BB> Little bugger’s trying to git ‘way! BB squeezed through the gap and looked down the tunnel.||
00:04:02 W<Wellwick|GM> ((wits for amazing sight))
00:11:33 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Can I see down this tunnel?
00:11:33 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Can I see down this tunnel?" [4]  = 4
00:16:09 W<Wellwick|GM> As she pressed up against the tunnel, barely managing to fit in the confined space, she spotted a sharp limb sliding out of the light. It couldn't have been more than 2 feet long and it moved quickly, but she knew which way it was moving.||
00:19:00 I<ixi|BB> Gosh darn, it’s a wee babe. Perhaps it was heading back to momma. BB gave pursuit.||
00:21:18 W<Wellwick|GM> Every few steps she managed to inch along she would feel a hot pipe at her back. The surroundings quickly became dark enough that she had to give her eyes time to adjust.
00:22:27 The scuttling increased in frequency and she suspected there were now two little beasties ahead. Her leg bumped up against something on the floor and she needed to step over it, slowly, to continue making progress.
00:22:54 There didn't seem to be any light up ahead, but she could start making out the echoes of subway trains as they rattled the walls either side of her.||
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00:27:28 I<ixi|BB> This was start to get annoying fast. Without any light ahead, it might turn dangerous. Perhaps she should have invested in a flashlight, too late for that now. Screw it, she’ll risk being blind, she doubted the creatures would be able to get past her clothes. Many a man and gal had tried and, well, only worked if you knew the right word or touch. She pressed on, the sensation of the trains all around her.||
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00:34:33 W<Wellwick|GM> Another train roared past, shaking the walls to the foundations. It must have been right on the other side of the pipes and wiring as it was deafening.
00:35:22 When the roaring finally stopped, BB could hear more scuttling, closer this time. The same direction, but now she could feel the hair on the back of her neck standing on end.
00:35:43 She sensed movement above her and knew that something was about to climb on top of her.||
00:40:57 I<ixi|BB> The adrenaline rush of fear flowed into BB. This is what she lived for, why she entered the EOD! Life on the line, there was no bigger high. Oh buddy. Trying to climb on her was going to be a rather big mistake. BB primed her ass and head.||
00:41:06 ((this is going to work, believe it))
00:42:37 W<Wellwick|GM> ((I'm only going to let you prime one buttock, so pick one))
00:42:57 I<ixi|BB> ((You son of a...))
00:43:17 BB primes both butt cheeks.||
00:44:24 And readies to fall and jump back up quickly.||
00:44:30 ((that's it))
00:44:48 W<Wellwick|GM> Something comes striking out of the darkness at her, she can hear it but not see it.
00:45:06 ((roll me ath anyway, just to dodge this, take a +1 boost for prepping))
00:46:47 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6+1 DODGE
00:46:47 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "DODGE" [2] +1 = 3
00:46:57 I<ixi|BB> ((BB please))
00:47:38 W<Wellwick|GM> $lesser bash head
00:47:38 A<+[ATM]> [Head] [Any 2] Bashed: Knocked 10' away and back. STAGGERED.
00:47:58 W<Wellwick|GM> ((lol no, you just get knocked down))
00:49:22 BB wasn't quick enough to dodge, getting clocked on the 'noggin. She felt herself crumple as much as she could in the cramped space, pressing her legs up against the wall in front as her back slid further down, knees bending.||
00:50:25 I<ixi|BB> ((man, if only Chumbawumba existed in Earth Bet))
00:53:02 Gah, that was totally cheap! She raised her umbrella, swinging it at where she was clocked from. She primes her right leg. All this tight space was pissin' er off!||
00:53:40 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Brawn for hit strength))
00:54:05 ((Brawl can count))
00:54:52 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d8 Brawl
00:54:52 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Brawl" [7]  = 7
00:55:33 I<ixi|BB> ((yes, brawl 3 was a good idea))
00:55:43 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Argh no hit me!
00:55:43 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Argh no hit me!" [1] +1 = 2
00:55:52 W<Wellwick|GM> $moderate bash
00:55:52 A<+[ATM]> [Head] [Any 2] Walloped: Thrown 10’ back or to one side and knocked down, staggered on the ensuing turn.  If the individual cannot be thrown at least 5’ due to intervening obstacles, they instead suffer an added, temporary moderate bash instead (no associated effect, fades after one round).
00:56:20 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6-1
00:56:20 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM [6] -1 = 5
00:59:20 W<Wellwick|GM> Through the darkness she feels the hit connect in the confined space, the little beastie being knocked loose from it's perch. It collided with some overhead piping, collapsing to the ground next to BB, but it scuttled viciously, like it was trying to get back on it's feet.||
01:00:44 I<ixi|BB> BB primes her other leg now and whacks at the creature. It ain’t scapin her now!||
01:01:02 W<Wellwick|GM> ((more smack em up rolls))
01:02:20 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d8 Smack Attack
01:02:20 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Smack Attack" [2]  = 2
01:02:36 I<ixi|BB> ((brawl 3 was a horrible idea))
01:03:14 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6+1 The best dodger in the world
01:03:14 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "The best dodger in the world" [6] +1 = 7
01:03:54 I<ixi|BB> ((mofo))
01:04:43 W<Wellwick|GM> The umbrella came down hard on the ground, vibrating up through her arm, but the creature must have managed to scuttle out of the way, because a moment later it was about to slam into her again.
01:05:13 $roll 1d6-1x2 I can punch too!
01:05:13 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "I can punch too!" [3] -1 = 2  ::  [6] -1 = 5
01:05:27 W<Wellwick|GM> ((dodge or withstand))
01:06:57 I<ixi|BB> ((why not both?))
01:09:27 T<Thalia> ((You need the fend-off spec for that, technically.))
01:09:37 W<Wellwick|GM> ((yeah think that's another perk))
01:09:47 ((or skill, I forget))
01:09:49 I<ixi|BB> ((ah, I see))
01:10:18 ((withstand then. +1 right? or does the +1 from guts get added as well?))
01:10:50 W<Wellwick|GM> ((In transferring new skills over do a +1 die, so roll 2h6+1))
01:11:02 ((transferring old skills to new ones*))
01:12:16 I<ixi|BB> $roll 2h6+1
01:12:16 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB [4] (1) +1 = 5
01:12:36 W<Wellwick|GM> $lesser bash
01:12:36 A<+[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Winded: All lesser abilities with need for refreshers or a stamina cost are put on cooldown.
01:14:04 W<Wellwick|GM> BB feels one limb come crashing down on her thigh, but bracing herself against the wall means that it doesn't manage to land a solid effect. Another limb collides with her gut though and she feels the wind go our of her.||
01:14:07 I<ixi|BB> ((she's so winded))
01:18:24 Alright, that was it. It was bad enough she was unladylike sitting on the floor, but now she was losing out to something that could barely classify as a pet! She tried to stand up as she put her power on auto for a moment. Fuck this tiny enclosed space!||
01:19:50 W<Wellwick|GM> Her power connected with the wires and pipes on the wall, another 'mine' appearing at her right foot.
01:20:59 The beast stepped forward to get another hit on her from below, but ended up triggering the blast. The beast was sent flying, continuing it's trajectory and splatting against the wall back in the direction BB came from.
01:21:03 $lesser bash
01:21:03 A<+[ATM]> [Head] [Any 1] Smashed: Knocked to the ground.  This lesser wound goes away at start of next turn.
01:21:19 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6-1 Squish
01:21:19 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Squish" [2] -1 = 1
01:22:11 W<Wellwick|GM> After collapsing to the ground, the creature finally stop making noises. BB still didn't know what it looked like in the pitch black.||
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01:26:10 I<ixi|BB> Oh, that was it. BB couldn’t believe that the pipsqueak would give her so much trouble. But that was only one of them, she definitely heard at least two. She turned off her autoprime and walked over to the creature lay in the ground. At least, she thinks. She wants to carry it with her for now.||
01:28:09 W<Wellwick|GM> As she reaches down to where she thinks it landed, instead her hands meet with a thick, sticky sludge. Before she even realises what it is she finds her right hand stuck in it.
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01:28:51 W<Wellwick|GM> As she attempts to pull herself free she hears scuttling behind her. Looks like the creatures friend is making an appearance.||
01:29:02 ((You can roll brawn to try and free yourself))
01:29:43 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 I'm breaking free
01:29:43 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "I'm breaking free" [3]  = 3
01:32:32 W<Wellwick|GM> She manages to tear her arm free and face the newly incoming threat.||
01:38:22 I<ixi|BB> Damn, little crap turned to sludge. No trophy then. And the gang will have to take her at her word about clearing out the beasts if that song and dance continues. BB faces the threat and kicks out with one primed leg.||
01:41:59 W<Wellwick|GM> ((using the primed explosion?))
01:42:36 I<ixi|BB> ((yes)
01:42:38 0
01:42:41 )
01:42:46 ((dear god, im terrible))
01:43:23 W<Wellwick|GM> ((roll for brawny smash of death))
01:44:04 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d8 Brawny Smash of Death
01:44:04 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Brawny Smash of Death" [5]  = 5
01:45:24 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6+1 dodge
01:45:24 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "dodge" [1] +1 = 2
01:45:37 I<ixi|BB> ((suck it gohan))
01:45:47 W<Wellwick|GM> $moderate bash
01:45:47 A<+[ATM]> [Torso] [Part] Internally Injured: -1 to the two lowest of the following: Brawn, Athletics, or Guts.  If equal, apply in that order (Brawn first…)
01:46:30 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6-2 Dead?
01:46:31 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Dead?" [1] -2 = -1
01:47:40 W<Wellwick|GM> BB kicks out, detonating the explosion at her knee, sending the kick out faster. It collides with the beast, crunching into it and sending it flying off into the darkness.
01:48:18 Her foot slams into the ground, hard, but she manages to stay grounded.||
01:50:54
01:52:48 I<ixi|BB> Fuck yea. BB was feeling strong again. Judging how the first one died so easily, that second one had to be dead as well. Now, though, she had to find more of the buggers. No way only two of them would cause issues for a gang. If those two were heading this way, maybe there was a nest? BB flexes her guns and stretches a moment, before continuing down the dark path, softly coursing being so tall.||
01:55:36 W<Wellwick|GM> As she makes progress she becomes aware of a breeze of warmer air blowing into the space. At a certain point she can tell it's concentrated at her calves, and kicking back with her legs finds an empty space at floor level.
01:56:56 She manages to turn around so that she faces the whole, still in the pitch black. Feeling out the space, she can tell it is bigger than the creatures she has encountered so far, but not by much.||
01:59:48 I<ixi|BB> Awesome. Note to self: don’t take any more jobs where she’ll be on her knees most of the time. BB crouches and jabs her umbrella into the hole. Can never be too safe.||
02:02:06 W<Wellwick|GM> She finds herself in another tight space, closing in around her. She still needs to stay hunched over and the pitch black and humidity make it far from a pleasant experience.
02:03:10 She feels her elbow brush up against some more of the sticky stuff and manages to drag it clear before getting stuck again.
02:03:58 Moving forward she was more cautious, prodding as she moved, angling around other mounds of the sticky substance.||
02:05:04 I<ixi|BB> BB hopes she does not encounter any tissues near the sticky substance, because of the implication. She presses forward, trying to reach the end, sooner then later.||
02:07:09 W<Wellwick|GM> The floor beneath her starts sloping downwards, first a minor amount, then rapidly dropping down to vertical. She can feel the breeze blowing up from below, even if she can't see down the shaft that she had found herself in.
02:08:00 There were still wires and ropes running along the walls which she might just be able to use to descend.||
02:10:18 I<ixi|BB> A shame she wasn’t Mary Poppins, otherwise she could float down with her umbrella. She reaches over for one of the ropes and gives it a tug. If it holds, she uses it to go down the shaft. She re-primes her legs, just in case.||
02:11:28 W<Wellwick|GM> The thick wire she grabs ahold of seems sturdy enough to hold her, and she can brace herself as she makes her way down.||
02:12:28 I<ixi|BB> It’s just like going down the rope back in basic. The training kicks in and she slowly makes her way down the shaft.||
02:15:32
02:18:23 W<Wellwick|GM> She feels her foot touch on something soft and senses more than sees or hears something falling to the ground below. It doesn't make much of a sound as it reaches the ground, but she can tell it's not more than a dozen feet before she reaches the bottom.
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02:24:14 W<Wellwick|GM> A rumbling train passes again, coinciding with a burst of scuttling through the walls that enclose her.||
02:28:09 I<ixi|BB> Son of a gun, there’s another one near by. With her luck, it might just as good a hit in as its two brothers. Better to be on her two feet than dangling on some rope. She slides down the rest of the way.||
02:31:48 W<Wellwick|GM> Before she can reach the ground the cable runs out, angling away across the ceiling as the enclosed space opens into a room. Not expecting the sudden change, she finds herself dropping to the floor below.
02:32:21 ((ath to land nicely, you can spend some blasts for improved balance if you like))
02:33:34 I<ixi|BB> ((yea, I got them primed legs, figured I'd have to indiana jones my way through))
02:33:46 $roll 1d6+1
02:33:46 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB [4] +1 = 5
02:33:51 I<ixi|BB> Land it.
02:35:39 W<Wellwick|GM> A couple of blasts on her feet slow the fall and she manages to land gracefully. Immediately she is scanning her surroundings, finally able to see some things through some weak lighting coming in from the subway tunnels either side of her.
02:36:33 Feastus → Faustus
02:37:19 W<Wellwick|GM> She was in an open expanse between two tracks, a fuse box and generator of some kind behind a metal grating. Big clumps of dark mass were dotted across points of the fencing, one covering the handle for the door, making the generator inaccessible.
02:37:48 She looks around one more time, looking up this time and finally sees the creatures she was fighting earlier.
02:38:55 Like a spider, but bigger and with too many limbs to count, the beast was maybe 3 feet tall, with legs pointing out in every direction, with no discernible eyes or features of any kind.
02:40:14 The legs varied, some long, some short. There were blunt ones and sharp ones, ones with no joints and ones with three joints or more. The legs danced every which way as the one she watched moved across the ceiling above her.
02:40:31 And then she noticed another. Then another and another.
02:41:10 Four of them on the ceiling above her now, moving around so they were directly above her and she could hear more coming.||
<ixi|BB> Surrounded by freaky enemies and sticky masses, on the train tracks, and no way back. /This was going to be fun!/ “Giddy up boys, let me show you how I do-si-do.” She triggers her auto-prime. /Let’s dance./||



21:02:41 W<Wellwick|GM> ...
21:03:09 ((pastebin for people who want to catch up: https://pastebin.com/L222n7hq))
21:04:42 ixi → ixi|BB
21:07:31 W<Wellwick|GM> As BB felt her auto-prime come online, tapping into the floor beneath her. The beasts finally finished scuttling around above her and there was moment of silence where nothing moved. BB almost considered that they might not be aggressive, but then, as one, they dropped down on top of her.
21:07:49 ((are you gonna dodge or go all in on the attack?))
21:10:14 I<ixi|BB> ((dodge))
21:10:57 W<Wellwick|GM> ((roll for it, can use evade))
21:10:59 I<ixi|BB> ((is this considered a ranged attack?))
21:11:12 $roll 2H6 Matrix Dodge Go!
21:11:12 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Matrix Dodge Go!" (4) [6]  = 6
21:11:32 I<ixi|BB> ((she's the one))
21:14:01 W<Wellwick|GM> BB rolls clear as the four tangles of limbs came tumbling down from the ceiling. Launching herself to the side, one hand scraping the floor planted another mine and she quickly came to her feet.
21:15:27 The mines that had been at her feet triggered as the creatures hit the ground and each of them was scattered in four different directions. Two ended up within a few feet of BB, the other landing on the track opposite of her.
21:15:45 ((They've got wounds, just don't feel like rolling 8 bashes here))
21:17:19 One of the creatures near to BB struggled on the floor, three or more of the thinner limbs having just been blasted clean off of the creature.||
21:17:31 D<Druza> ((Pastebin is dead))
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21:20:34 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Seems to be working for me, here is an alternative anyway: https://paste.ee/p/F3fYE))
21:23:48 I<ixi|BB> More fun than an ol’ rodeo. Let’s dance! BB laughs, a clear gay note, and smashes her left foot on the closest creature. She preferred starting on her dominant foot.||
21:25:48 W<Wellwick|GM> ((brawn/brawl roll))
21:26:18 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d8 Crush
21:26:18 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Crush" [4]  = 4
21:26:49 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6+1 Dodge
21:26:49 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Dodge" [4] +1 = 5
21:27:59 W<Wellwick|GM> Her foot comes slamming down on the dusty concrete, but the creature is a spry thing, already rein-orienting itself from the explosion so it can attack back.
21:28:45 It scuttles under BB's foot, avoiding the kick and punches out with it's own legs at BB's shins.
21:29:24 $roll 1d6-1x2 I can kicks too!
21:29:24 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "I can kicks too!" [6] -1 = 5  ::  [2] -1 = 1
21:30:04 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Ath to dodge, or withstand to reduce the damage of the incoming attacks))
21:31:02 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Dodge!
21:31:02 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Dodge!" [5]  = 5
21:33:04 W<Wellwick|GM> $lesser bash leg
21:33:04 A<+[ATM]> [Leg] [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.
21:35:25 W<Wellwick|GM> The legs attack, coordinated, one smashing into one of the hex plates on her left shin, before another takes advantage of the slight armor shift to actually get a solid hit in.
21:36:51 I<ixi|BB> ((my turn?))
21:36:54 W<Wellwick|GM> The other beast, the one with missing legs, has managed to get back on it's feet again and is already running over to get to BB, but triggers one of the mines that she left behind when moving to attack it's buddy.
21:37:42 It flew back into the wall and crumpled, falling to the floor and didn't move again.
21:39:10 The other two started making their way back to BB, one with a slightly caved in torso.||
21:39:33 ((I encourage you to nickname them, or I can, just to make tracking them a little easier))
21:46:50 I<ixi|BB> BB stumbles, the ankle-biter (AB) dashing under her dress getting a lucky shot. The little shit. At least she didn’t fall on her ass like before. She twirls around, falling back, as the auto-priming continues. She takes a look at the other two, Torso (T) was injured, but Ugly (U) looked fine. Best to not get surrounded with improper dance partners! Let’s teach AB a lesson. She charges up for a wild kick, unleashing the prime
21:46:50  in her limbs.||
21:47:22 ((wild swing + power))
21:47:32 ((is how much pluses?))
21:49:14 W<Wellwick|GM> ((We'll say +2 per charge used))
21:50:16 ((So if you use both leg charges you can hit for d8+4
21:50:52 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d8+4 Field Goal Attempt
21:50:52 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Field Goal Attempt" [7] +4 = 11
21:51:44 I<ixi|BB> ((messi would be proud))
21:51:50 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6 How much is this damage reduced?
21:51:50 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "How much is this damage reduced?" [4]  = 4
21:55:06 W<Wellwick|GM> Backing up just a step, BB triggers one of her leg charges to halt her in her tracks, giving her extra leverage. Then she makes a kick that could have finished the space race in one step. AB went rocketing off, splattering on the ceiling.
21:55:36 Limbs started dripping onto the floor a few moments later like a layer of paint that was applied far too thick.
21:56:07 $roll 1d5 Does T or U step on a mine?
21:56:07 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Does T or U step on a mine?" [2]  = 2
21:57:05 W<Wellwick|GM> Torso rushes at BB as U manages to step on the mine from her earlier scramble clear from the little beasties. Ugly tumbles to the ground just a few feet in front of her...
21:57:14 $roll 1d6 Keep going?
21:57:14 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Keep going?" [3]  = 3
21:57:59 W<Wellwick|GM> ...and starts trying to drag itself forward, like it's desperate to fight/have the everliving daylights stomped out of it.
21:58:23 T leaps into the air, a vortex of limbs trying to land a hit on BB.
21:58:58 $roll 1d6x2 It probably just wants hugs
21:58:58 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "It probably just wants hugs" [6]  = 6  ::  [3]  = 3
21:59:11 W<Wellwick|GM> ((withstand or dodge))
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21:59:56 I<ixi|BB> ((withstand is a +1 or 1d to defense?))
22:00:14 W<Wellwick|GM> ((1die))
22:00:43 ((Pretty sure that that's what people are doing at this point with the old skills :) ))
22:00:56 I<ixi|BB> $roll 2H6 Withstand
22:00:56 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Withstand" (3) [4]  = 4
22:01:17 I<ixi|BB> ((alright, been so long that I forgot if i had edited withstand already or not))
22:01:48 W<Wellwick|GM> $lesser bash
22:01:48 A<+[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 2] Bashed: Knocked 10' away and back. STAGGERED.
22:04:02 W<Wellwick|GM> Bringing her arm up, BB manages to block the worst of the attack, but the creature somehow manages to get it's footing /on her/.
22:04:57 A pair of limbs slam into her arm, pushing T clear of her again, but damn did that hurt. BB stumbled back, trying to get her feet back under her.||
22:06:46 ((You have two charges on your ass right now, so if you want you can do a pretty lethal pelvic thrust 😏)
22:07:53 I<ixi|BB> ((what's the position of the pair of bugs?))
22:08:56 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Both in front of you, 10ft seperating, not more than 5ft between them))
22:13:57 Antioch → Antioch|GM
22:15:24 I<ixi|BB> BB huffs, a little annoyed. She manages to keep her balance, toes digging in her boots. Looks like she may have been slacking off too much since the last job, she was being shown up by a pair of ugly ass pill bug wannabes. She primes both her arms, while squeezing her fists. What would be the most disrespectful way to kill these last two?
22:15:30 She remembers the prime in her booty, how she was going to use them in case she fell on her ass by accident again. But what if … it weren’t an accident? Her eyes show a mischievous glint. She jumps and spins in mid-air, attempting to land on T, and boosting herself back up afterward. ||
22:15:45 ((what do I roll for bootyslam?))
22:15:50 ((twerkbomb?))
22:16:09 ((the ass that pierced the heavens?))
22:16:54 W<Wellwick|GM> ((priming 1 body part requires a partial action so can't do two and attack as well))
22:17:03 ((Just prime one arm then attack?))
22:17:24 I<ixi|BB> ((works for me))
22:17:30 Primes her left arm.||
22:19:10 $roll 1d8 bootyslam
22:19:10 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "bootyslam" [4]  = 4
22:19:11 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Also stagger means slower movements so not gonna give you the full +4, +2 instead due to -1 to attack and that movement reduction. Can still use Brawl though :P))
22:19:48 I<ixi|BB> ((derp, just add +2 to that?))
22:19:56 W<Wellwick|GM> ((yeah sure))
22:20:37 $roll 1d6 Do they even notice this super sneaky attack?
22:20:37 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Do they even notice this super sneaky attack?" [5]  = 5
22:20:54 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6+1 I can dodge things, shaddup!
22:20:54 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "I can dodge things, shaddup!" [1] +1 = 2
22:25:34 W<Wellwick|GM> Leaping in the air, BB triggered her first charge, pirouetting through the air to slam down onto T. Then she triggered the other buttock charge, flying back into the air.
22:27:02 However she had an unfortunate tag along, as T was smushed up against her ass, it's dozens of limbs making up the weirdest back half of a two person horse ever seen.
22:27:58 BB landed on her feet again, a distance away from U, who was still slowly crawling forward. She tried to shake T loose, but it was clinging on somehow, despite not using any of it's legs.
22:28:40 It wasn't even moving anymore, not even trying to fight back. Honestly, it seemed like it had died hugging her butt.||
22:29:12 I<ixi|BB> ((oh lord))
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22:31:44 I<ixi|BB> Ew! She expected the splat, but not for it to hang on! She’ll have to clean it off later somehow. Had to focus on the last enemy. She primed her other arm just in case, but whacked at U with just a normal blow of her umbrella.||
22:34:27 W<Wellwick|GM> U cant evn ran! The final spiderlike creature slopped to the ground as the umbrella crashed into it.
22:37:12 As BB pulled the umbrella clear, T's dangling limbs tickling at her legs, U turned to mush in front of her eyes. The limbs stayed more solid, but the torso became softer, almost gelatinous, binding and trying to hold onto the umbrella as she pulled it free. The light tan color turned greyer and U's body puddled a little, spreading across the floor some more.
22:37:34 She looked at the other creatures she could see and realised the same thing had happened to them when they had died.
22:39:31 Even as she considered investigating she thought about the further scuttling she had heard, the promise of additional beasties. It was brought back to her attention by the pain in her arm returning full force as the adrenaline ebbed away.||
22:46:20 I<ixi|BB> She shook her dress, trying to flick away the remains of the bug that died on her. She didn’t want that goop to seep into her dress, cleaning it was already difficult as it was. She massaged her arm where the bugger had gotten a clean shot, the pain lancing up her arm.
22:46:25 It was bearable though, and would be quite sore in the morning. She’d have to remember to buy some epsom salt when she went home, to draw a bath with.
22:46:33 Her mind turned back to the other beasties that were waiting for her. She had gotten this far, and there wasn’t really a way back the way she came in, so she’d have to move forward. She looked around, taking in her surroundings in peace. ||
22:47:10
22:52:24 W<Wellwick|GM> More trains rattled the walls around her, but none passed on the tracks immediately beside her.
22:53:26 After a few moments of careful listening, she managed to figure out where the sounds of the scuttling was coming from and started stepping across the tracks, moving further along the tunnels.
22:54:05 She had to walk along the track, where lights were few and far between, but she knew she was getting closer as the scuttling increased in volume.
22:55:00 Every approaching rattling sent her worrying about a train coming down the track, but after walking for five minutes or more, she still had yet to encounter an actual train.
22:57:15 As she walked she slowly pulled off strings of the sticky remains of T, dropping them on the tracks as she walked. It was slow progress, but eventually most of the limbs and lumps of thick, sticky stuff was cleared off her dress.||
23:05:51 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Wits
23:05:51 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Wits" [2]  = 2
23:14:44 W<Wellwick|GM> ...
23:43:47
23:50:49 W<Wellwick|GM> After travelling for ten minutes more, she finally came across something else on the tracks. An unlit station had a few carriages parked in front of it, no people or movement to be seen anywhere along it. Somewhere along the walk, BB had figured out that the scuttling seemed to be coming from above her or in the walls.
23:50:49 Stepping up onto the platform the scuttling doubled in volume and BB cast her eyes upwards, her eyes catching movement above the seemingly abandoned carriages. A hole nearly 5 foot in diameter had been torn through the ceiling, cracks spider webbing away from the space.
23:50:49 The corpses of several of the spider creatures from before littered the edges now that she looked closer, the softer substance of their post-humorous states rounding off some of the edges of the hole.||
Sunday, July 16th, 2017
00:06:01 I<ixi|BB> How many goddamn holes are there? Looks like the critters are scurrying through the walls with no good way to get at them. Blowing them up would probably cost her the reward, and the protectorate wouldn’t like it either. With the hole in the ceiling however … if only she could fly like some other capes. Or even Mary Poppins. She twirls her umbrella around.
00:06:06 What were her options now? She could try prime-jumping up towards it, but that could be dangerous, even for a belle like her. She grinned - the option would stay on the table though. She started looking about the platform, looking for any other possible routes, or even a ladder or pole to climb. ||
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00:11:38 W<Wellwick|GM> ...
00:13:21 Looking along the subway station, her eyes fell on the benches and decommissioned vending machine. They would work as a climbing platform, but the bench was bolted into the floor and the vending machine would be far too heavy to life.
00:14:47 As she walked the length of the station she looked towards the exit and saw that the gate had been closed off. She spotted the padlock and smirked a little, thinking about how her power would make short work of that if she needed to get out.||
00:15:13
00:35:08 I<ixi|BB> Hmm, these options aren’t really options. She looked at the vending machine, checking if there was anything to buy. ||
00:36:32
00:41:33 W<Wellwick|GM> Peering into the dark recess past the shattered glass of the vending machine, she found not food, but seven small pods, each scattered between the shelves and floor of the vending machine.
00:41:45  /Were these things breeding?/
00:43:12 She looked back into the carriage, trying to spot any movement and managed to discern a few more of these pods on the seats. Stepping closer is became clear that there were other bodies of the critters from before, some much larger than what she had encountered earlier.
00:44:15 Looking at the ceiling of the compartment, she saw that it actually had a panel that opened up. She might just be able to haul herself up through that.||
00:44:32 I<ixi|BB> ((the plot thickens))
00:44:58 ((was not expecting that though))
00:48:07 Well, well, that the critters were breeding was interesting. Mighty interesting. Maybe one of them tinkers would like to take a look at one of them eggs. But first, let’s take of the easy stuff first. She went over to the padlock, primed it, and swung it towards the gate to cause the lock to break apart.
00:48:13 Then … she loaded a ball into her umbrella, priming the launcher and shooting a hole into the vending machine, trying to avoid breaking any of the pods. ||
00:50:07 W<Wellwick|GM> ((dex to land the shot well, take +2 for being out of combat))
00:51:35 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6+2
00:51:35 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB [6] +2 = 8
00:52:10 I<ixi|BB> ((cashy, you have to save the crits for when they count))
00:54:12 W<Wellwick|GM> The gate burst apart as the lock broke, the rattling echoing ominously. The scuttling became heavier above in response.
00:58:18 The ball passed through the shattered glass, clearing away the majority of the glass. It hit the back, avoiding the pods and feel to the bottom where it rolled on the floor, before coming to a halt touching one of the pods on the floor.||
01:03:19
01:03:30 I<ixi|BB> Excellent. BB reaches into the vending and pockets a couple of the pods. Then she turns her eye to the panel that opened up. At this rate, she may be climbing more than she did in basic. She walks over and hauls herself up. ||
01:04:38 Divock → Divock|Hush
01:05:17 W<Wellwick|GM> ((roll dex))
01:05:34 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Dex
01:05:34 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Dex" [2]  = 2
01:05:46 I<ixi|BB> ((cashy please))
01:07:08 W<Wellwick|GM> Reaching in to the vending machine, she pulls up two of the pods. They're like clay in her hands, but she is quick to put them carefully away.
01:07:41 ((roll wits too))
01:07:52 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Wits
01:07:52 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Wits" [3]  = 3
01:08:02 I<ixi|BB> ((...))
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01:09:55 W<Wellwick|GM> Climbing up isn't as difficult as she expected, even if it does take one attempt of jumping up and collapsing on her ass first. Stepping into the darkened space above the carriage shows a dusky hallway full of wires and concrete walls which probably block out more hallways.
01:12:30 Up ahead she sees a couple of the big spidery creatures. They are definitely larger than the ones from before, one 4 feet tall with thicker legs, the other nearing 6 feet tall but with far fewer legs. The taller one clacked about when it moved, it's legs ending in viciously sharp points.
01:12:47 So far though, they don't seem to have noticed her.||
01:18:07 Antioch|GM → Antioch
01:22:42 I<ixi|BB> Crap, she was hoping she’d meet the more mature ones later. If the babies had given her so much trouble before, these big ones would be far more dangerous. She paused, rubbing her sore ass. There was no way past them besides through them. As much fun as she had usually winging it (albeit with a few bruises on this escapade) this would require a lighter touch. She pulled out a couple spare hex plates and primed them. Then sh
01:22:43 e proceeded to to prime her legs and arms. With all that done, she watched the two, studying their movement patterns. ||
01:23:57 W<Wellwick|GM> ((roll for tactics :P))
01:24:15 I<ixi|BB> ((so like... a regular d6?))
01:24:59 W<Wellwick|GM> ((yep))
01:25:12 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Tactics Smactics
01:25:12 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Tactics Smactics" [2]  = 2
01:25:12 W<Wellwick|GM> ((wits/know based))
01:25:55 I<ixi|BB> ((did you know, that she may be drunk?))
01:26:03 ((these rolls are terrible))
01:26:58
01:28:43 W<Wellwick|GM> After finishing priming everything, she watched the two creatures momentarily, not noticing anything in particular about the way they moved around. She was distracted from it only a moment later however by something pawing at her thigh.
01:30:25 She looked down to see a dozen spindly legs poking out of the seam to her BDU pant's pocket. The legs had half a dozen joints, pointing out every which way, reaching for surfaces in every directions. The end points were /sharp/.
01:31:03 Before she could even react, the legs slammed down on where they had made contact with her leg.
01:31:11 $roll 1d6x4
01:31:11 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM [3]  = 3  ::  [3]  = 3  ::  [6]  = 6  ::  [4]  = 4
01:31:45 W<Wellwick|GM> Most of them ended up hitting the armor on her leg, but one manage to slip through and actually cause some damage.
01:31:49 $lesser pierce leg
01:31:49 A<+[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 2] Pierced: No special effect.
01:33:23 W<Wellwick|GM> The joints moved in terrifying, disjointed ways, but the pain she felt as one lodged itself in and refused to move was all too real.||
01:35:23 I<ixi|BB> ((how many wounds she got now?))
01:35:54 Teller → @Teller|Hops
01:36:12 W<Wellwick|GM> ((3, but cause it's been a little while since she got the last two I'm happy to let it count as two total for now))
01:36:42 I<ixi|BB> ((baller))
01:38:03 Ok, taking the eggs was not the best idea. She grits her teeth to avoid yelling out, before smashing her hand against her leg where the pod had hatched. ||
01:39:05 W<Wellwick|GM> ((roll brawl, up to you if you want to use one of your charges, but it will make a noise))
01:39:21 I<ixi|BB> ((if i miss hitting my leg, I give up))
01:39:26 $roll 1d8
01:39:26 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB [6]  = 6
01:39:41 W<Wellwick|GM> ((It's a strength thing more than anything))
01:39:52 $roll 1d6 Please do not squish
01:39:52 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "Please do not squish" [5]  = 5
01:40:46 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Also roll me guts not to yell out))
01:41:05 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6+1
01:41:05 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB [3] +1 = 4
01:42:01 W<Wellwick|GM> Slamming her fist into he own leg brings on a whole other wave of pain, but she manages to keep from yelling out in pain. She feels the pods which are slowly morphing into some kind of creature flatten under her blow, but the limb currently piercing her leg just twists in place, causing even more damage.
01:42:08 $lesser cut leg
01:42:08 A<+[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 1] Bleed: Applies BLEED.
01:42:48 W<Wellwick|GM> ((You've got 4 turns to patch that up or you get another wound))
01:43:31 At the very least, it seems like the creature is dead and she was lucky enough not to attract the attention of the other two beasts.||
01:48:09 I<ixi|BB> Damn it, that /hurts!/ Slowly, BB grips the limb that’s inside her leg and yanks it out in a jiffy. Best not to let that ooze inside. Using the limb, she quickly cuts a strip off her pants and wraps it around the wound, applying pressure. The make-shift tourniquet would suffice for now.
01:48:18 She was fed up though. All these spindly little creatures and shit was all adding up and she was starting to not enjoy this at all. Pissed, she looked at the two creatures in the hallway ahead and flung the two disks at them, while enabling her auto-prime.
01:48:19 ||
01:49:12 W<Wellwick|GM> ((dex for good throws))
01:49:28 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Throws
01:49:28 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Throws" [1]  = 1
01:49:41 I<ixi|BB> ((did you know that god is dead?))
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01:50:16 W<Wellwick|GM> ((Really? We used to have tea parties together but he just stopped showing up one day. Guess that explains it :S))
01:50:23 I<ixi|BB> ((lol))
01:52:34 W<Wellwick|GM> Due to her anger or the darkness, her throws went far wide of where she wanted them to go. One hit the wall on the left, the other flying over the beasts and landing on the other side. At the very least, the explosions were enough to draw the creatures attention the wrong way momentarily.||
01:53:10
01:54:02 I<ixi|BB> Alright, fuck /everything./ She pulled out another two disks and threw them at the duo, while charging down the hallway. ||
01:55:52 W<Wellwick|GM> ((another throw))
01:56:16 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 FOR MURICA
01:56:16 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "FOR MURICA" [2]  = 2
01:56:33 I<ixi|BB> ((a step in the right direction, not as big as I hoped))
01:56:48 W<Wellwick|GM> $roll 1d6-2x2 These are really dumb creatures so they won't even notice, right?
01:56:48 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "These are really dumb creatures so they won't even notice, right?" [2] -2 = 0  ::  [4] -2 = 2
01:57:10 I<ixi|BB> ((is this now a comedy campaign?))
01:57:35 W<Wellwick|GM> ((I thought that was the plan from the start?))
01:57:50 I<ixi|BB> ((^_^))
01:58:50 W<Wellwick|GM> It's another set of poor throws, but only the 4 foot beast with thick legs notices her approach. One explosion, though falling short, staggers both of them back a few feet, but they are quick to round on her and begin the offensive.
01:59:20 The four foot beast meets her charge head on, slower than the other critters from before, but much heavier in compensation.
01:59:53 $roll 1d6+1 I'LL SHOW YOU WHO FALLS DOWN THE WATERSPOUT!
01:59:53 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "I'LL SHOW YOU WHO FALLS DOWN THE WATERSPOUT!" [3] +1 = 4
02:00:03 W<Wellwick|GM> ((dodge or withstand))
02:00:21 ((if you fail this dodge you are gonna be staggered af))
02:04:50 I<ixi|BB> $roll 1d6 Dodge please
02:04:50 A<+[ATM]> ixi|BB "Dodge please" [5]  = 5
02:05:07 I<ixi|BB> ((finally, it comes through))
02:05:21 W<Wellwick|GM> ((cashy likes pleases))
02:06:22 The beast slammed his mighty legs down onto BB, but she just managed to shoot out of the way in time. It followed it's trajectory for another few feet, swiping at the empty air, but was unsuccessful at hitting her.
02:06:44 ((don't forget you can use your charges as bonuses for dodging as well))
02:07:52 The larger beast finally turned to face BB, beginning to lumber forward, clacking away as it moved. Bearing in mind what a few small pointy legs had been capable of, BB really didn't want to tangle with /that/.||
02:15:18 I<ixi|BB> The autopriming still engaged, BB’s hoping that several primed the floor. Having grabbed their attention, BB starts moving backwards, loading her umbrella and holding it out like a sword. This has to work, otherwise …  ||
02:15:35 ((saving the charges for soon))
02:17:00 W<Wellwick|GM> The beasts charge forward as the auto prime takes hold of her umbrella without her control. She feels a few patches of floor turn into mines and has to suppress the urge to duck as the first explosion goes off.
02:17:35 $roll 1d4 What are the chances that one of them lands on a second mine?
02:17:35 A<+[ATM]> Wellwick|GM "What are the chances that one of them lands on a second mine?" [3]  = 3
02:19:09 W<Wellwick|GM> Two mines had gone off, shattering one of the taller beasts sharp legs. With fewer to work with anyway, it slowed it's pace down, being more cautious in it's approach. That is before it mounted the wall instead and then even reaching the ceiling to get closer to BB.
02:20:39 FossilLord → Foss|GM
02:20:43 W<Wellwick|GM> The brutish one forged forward, taking the punishment and riding the wave of the explosion to get closer to BB. It narrowly missed stepping on another auto placed mine, but it was staggered enough that it couldn't quite reach her as it pounded it's legs onto the ground.
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02:22:28 W<Wellwick|GM> The rattling of an approaching chain battled with the intensity of the scuttling as BB tried to keep both the creatures in view. If any more of these blasted creatures appeared, she was /screwed/.||