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12:49:52 AM <•Teller|GM> "I guess Anisa will get to see what she missed out on," Molly says, smiling and moving over to him. Anisa sighs and quickly moves to rescue the squealing Abby before Molly pushes Michael aggressively backwards into the sand. She's leaning over him, just about to kiss him...when the faint light from the fire is suddenly snuffed out, leaving them and the
12:49:52 AM <•Teller|GM> distant party in darkness.
12:49:52 AM <•Teller|GM> Molly pauses.
12:49:52 AM <•Teller|GM> "What the-" Anisa starts to say. Then the yelling starts, a chorus of confused voices.
12:49:52 AM <•Teller|GM> "Ah! Oh, fucking- Shit! Reprise!" A desperate male voice cuts above them all. Probably Eric, given that nobody else really seemed in a state to speak. "Anybody! I really need some fucking help over here!"
12:49:52 AM <•Teller|GM> "Grindylow!" ||
12:51:17 AM <Mishie|Michael> fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
12:54:13 AM <Mishie|Michael> Michael knew right then that the time for Michael to enjoy fucking around with Whirlwind was over.  Right now it was time for Horn Lord to step up and protect these people.
12:57:53 AM <Mishie|Michael> First things first, getting the others organized.
1:08:09 AM <Mishie|Michael> Taking advantage of the fact that Molly is distracted, he pushes her back and gets to his feet as well, and starts to lay out his plan.
1:10:00 AM <Mishie|Michael> "You girls go try and get the passed out people out of here, I'll go help Eric out."
1:10:21 AM <Mishie|Michael> Although in hindsight, plan may be a bit of a strong word to use...
1:10:23 AM <Mishie|Michael> ||
1:17:55 AM <•Teller|GM> "OR," Abby says, a little too loudly. She squirms and drops out of Anisa's grasp, then stands up unsteadily. "How about you and you and you stay here, and I go help. I /am/ the superahuman here."
1:17:55 AM <•Teller|GM> It takes him a moment to work out what a 'superahuman' is. It seems like a word she and the alcohol just collaborated on inventing.
1:17:55 AM <•Teller|GM> "Shit," Anisa says quietly. She pulls out her phone and presses one of her speed dials. "Whatever we're doing, I'm calling Brutal first."
1:17:55 AM <•Teller|GM> Molly doesn't say anything, but the scared look on her face makes him think she's perfectly fine with Abby's plan. ||
1:26:06 AM <Mishie|Michael> Wait, Abby was talking about shooting people before or something right?  So she probably has weapons or whatever installed...
1:26:28 AM <Mishie|Michael> Fuck it, the more time he wasted arguing with them, the bigger the risk to those left helpless on the beach.
1:32:46 AM <Mishie|Michael> "There's no time for us to fuck around and argue, it's our responsibility here to make sure that this place is safe for the people that come here.  So that means that the two of you need to get them out of here.  Abby...  Abby and I will buy you guys time."
1:35:18 AM <Mishie|Michael> Thing is though, although he feels pretty confident in talk big shit like that.  Michael knows that Abby really isn't looking too stable right now and getting her to whatever is going on would be easier said than done.  So that really only left one option.
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1:40:56 AM <Mishie|Michael> As Michael walks over to Abby, he tries to think of a way to explain his idea in a way that wouldn't make him sound like a complete moron, before eventually deciding that once again he really doesn't give a fuck.  Plus Abby will hopefully appreciate the honesty.
1:43:21 AM <Mishie|Michael> "You've got weapons or whatever installed in your shit right?  I can get you over there faster than you can stagger over by yourself if you let me.  Cool?"
1:43:22 AM <Mishie|Michael> ||
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1:50:30 AM <•Teller|GM> "Again, honorary blackshirt. This is not my job," Anisa mutters. She puts the phone up to her ear. "Brutal. Grindylow. Get here ten minutes ago."
1:50:30 AM <•Teller|GM> "What?" Abby says, not comprehending Michael. There's a loud scream over from the dead fire, and she whirls her head towards it. "Whatever! Come on!"
1:50:30 AM <•Teller|GM> ...Which isn't a no. ||
1:52:49 AM <Mishie|Michael> And that's good enough for Michael.
1:55:05 AM <Mishie|Michael> And so he picks up the drunken cyberchild and puts her on his back as he runs over towards the screams.  Desperately hoping that it's just a victim's body that's washed to shore, whilst knowing deep down that there's a very good chance that he's about to lose his job, and even worse his new shirt, over what's about to happen.
1:55:08 AM <Mishie|Michael> ||
1:55:46 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Athletics, please.))
1:55:57 AM <Mishie|Michael> $roll 1d6+1
1:55:57 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Michael [5] +1 = 6
2:09:38 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby screams something unintelligible in his ear as they charge towards the party. He notices Molly behind him - not directly, but trailing by a few feet. Anisa trails a few feet behind her, clearly unenthusiastic about moving towards danger. At least she's coming. Not a lot of people would.
2:09:38 AM <•Teller|GM> Michael begins to make out figures in the darkness as he grows closer. About one-third of the partygoers are lying or sitting on the ground, passed out or just that out of it. The others are at least ambulatory, for a loose definition of the word, and they're stumbling, running, and crawling away towards the main section of the beach.
2:09:38 AM <•Teller|GM> They're fleeing what looks like a grayish humanoid figure, racing around the sand at an inhuman speed. He can't make out much more without getting closer. ||
2:18:47 AM <Mishie|Michael> ...
2:21:28 AM <Mishie|Michael> He's too far away for Michael to get to in time before he can hurt anybody else, and even if he could, he simply wouldn't be able to keep up with him.
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2:24:31 AM <Mishie|Michael> "Okay Abby, things are about to get a fuckton louder and a fuckton faster.  So hang on tight and get ready to fight."
2:28:38 AM <Mishie|Michael> And with those words he could feel it happening.  That strange and wondrous feeling from deep within his body, that sensation of something greater than Michael.
2:28:43 AM <Mishie|Michael> Something like Horn Lord
2:28:54 AM Mishie|Michael → Mishie|Horn
2:29:15 AM <Mishie|Horn> With every step he takes, his legs grow longer.
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2:31:54 AM <Mishie|Horn> With every breath, he feels his chest growing deeper somehow.  Each one becoming easier and easier to take, and yet at the same time feeling so much heavier.
2:36:59 AM <Mishie|Horn> He hears the cracking as his bones and muscles twist beneath his flesh as he runs towards his target, but Horn Lord doesn't care about that, he only has one thing on his mind.
2:38:30 AM <Mishie|Horn> The fact that this scum, this monster dared to come here.  Dared to come and attack these people who came here to escape the cruelty of the outside world and finally be free.  Michael may have hoped to have been able to find a place here, to find friends that truly understood him, that just got it.
2:38:34 AM <Mishie|Horn> But Horn Lord knew the truth.
2:40:04 AM <Mishie|Horn> Deep down he had known all along, that society would never leave them alone, that eventually somebody would come to crush their rebellion, this threat to their system.
2:41:49 AM <Mishie|Horn> But something worse had come instead, a monster that didn't care about others and only wanted to kill.  Something that couldn't even be called human any more.  Not for it's looks, for who was Horn Lord to judge about something like that, but for it's actions.
2:45:04 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so as he charged at the beast, all Horn Lord could think about was his one goal.  Not to slay the beast in front of him, but something better than that, something purer.  To protect the smiles of those that rely on him, no matter how drunken or lopsided.
2:47:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> And with that thought on his mind, Horn Lord entered the fight in the only way he knew how.
2:47:28 AM <Mishie|Horn> With a goddam /roar/.
2:47:30 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
2:51:03 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Athletics roll, please. +4))
2:53:09 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+4 Athletics Go Fast
2:53:09 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Athletics Go Fast" [6] +4 = 10
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3:06:13 AM <•Teller|GM> He's not sure what he looks like, but he knows that he's light, and he's /fast/.  He zips forward, screaming in the literal and literary sense. Sand flies behind him. The voices around him are reduced to static, fluctuations that are absorbed by his scream.
3:06:13 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby nearly falls off, but his horntennae are clinging to her, and she has one of her metal arms locked around his throat like a vice. Robbed of her voice, she begins using her other hand to hit him on the head repeatedly. Whether trying to communicate or just freaking out at his transformation, at least she's not hitting hard enough to seriously hurt him.
3:06:13 AM <•Teller|GM> His black t-shirt gives way as he grows, bursting apart at the seams. His jeans are barely holding together, but they're liable to give out from pure friction if he keeps up this pace.
3:06:13 AM <•Teller|GM> Grindylow comes rapidly into view. Tall, patches of bronzed skin, washboard abs, slicked down black hair. Hints that he was once human, but even more prominent are the signs that time is long past. A large scar sullies his face, an unnatural mixture of gray flesh and cancerous lumps. Several other such scars decorate his hands, legs, and torso; they're so
3:06:13 AM <•Teller|GM> numerous that he's more scar tissue than skin. His left ear is missing entirely, seemingly torn from his head, and  his eyes are mismatched: One is milky and pale, unmoving, and the other is brown and surprisingly normal looking. Both turn to look at Horn Lord and his rider.
3:06:13 AM <•Teller|GM> He throws a young man he's holding to the side, turns to meet them.
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3:07:25 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 AA
3:07:25 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AA" [2] +1 = 3
3:08:02 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GD
3:08:03 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GD" [4] +2 = 6
3:09:31 AM <•Teller|GM> He hears a gunshot sound directly next to his ear, all but deafening him. So she does have guns. Grindylow barely has to move to avoid the attack, loping quickly to the left. ||
3:11:11 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord knows that he doesn't know his body well enough to do anything complicated, he would need more time than he has right now to learn it's limits to be able to apply his training fully.  But just like with his fight with Swole, even if his body isn't up the task, his mind is.
3:12:33 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so he decides to keep it simple, if Abby's attack forces him to move on way, Horn Lord will just adjust his charge to take it into account.
3:13:07 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so he pulls his fist back, and aims a mighty blow with all the momentum he's built up.
3:13:09 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
3:14:56 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn roll, please. +2))
3:18:37 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
3:18:37 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [3] +2 = 5
3:19:22 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
3:19:22 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [2] (1) +2 = 4
3:19:43 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Another Brawn roll, please.))
3:19:54 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((+2 again?))
3:19:59 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Yup.))
3:20:01 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
3:20:01 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [1] +2 = 3
3:20:15 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
3:20:15 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" (2) [4] +2 = 6
3:26:15 AM <•Teller|GM> His fist feels unusually light and weak - even weaker than his human form - as he brings it swinging forward at Grindylow. His momentum makes up for it, however, and he slams his fist home into the monster's leg. It staggers backwards.
3:26:15 AM <•Teller|GM> The horntennae on his arm stab forward, an unexpected followup attack, but this time the creature deflects the attempt. Its skin feels fleshy and wet, but unyielding.
3:26:15 AM <•Teller|GM> It retaliates, sweeping one fist towards him.
3:26:23 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 GB
3:26:23 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GB" [1] +1 = 2
3:26:30 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Dodge roll, please.))
3:26:52 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((+3?))
3:27:46 AM <•Teller|GM> ((+3 because you're moving at an ungodly fast pace. Will be +2 later.))
3:28:20 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((doesn't the changer form give a flat +1 ath and +1 dodge?))
3:28:57 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Gives flat +1 Ath all the time. Defenses are varied.))
3:29:06 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Sometimes +1 dodge, not always.))
3:29:10 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((gotcha))
3:29:14 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 2h6+3 Dodge
3:29:14 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Dodge" [2] (1) +3 = 5
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3:33:01 AM <•Teller|GM> Horn Lord easily ducks around the gray, scarred fist, sliding to a long stop in the sand on the other side of him. He got here so fast, it's no surprise it's just him and Abby with the monster for the time being.
3:33:01 AM <•Teller|GM> He's actually in danger of being choked, now, if his rider keeps it up. Both of Abby's metal arms are around his neck, pressure just low enough to avoid cutting off his air supply. Static fills the air. ||
3:36:06 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord can't help but get the feeling that his passenger may not be reacting to well to what just happened, and so decides to turn his horns off for a moment as he talks to her.
3:38:43 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Abby, I know this isn't what you expected to happen when you came out tonight but you need to remember one thing.  No matter what happens, no matter what this monster or anything else tries to do, I swear that I will allow /nothing/ to hurt you."
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3:44:59 AM <Mishie|Horn> As he talks, he takes a moment to back up and ready himself for another charge, knowing that since this form apparently isn't as strong as it normally would be, he'll have to rely on his speed once more.
3:46:42 AM <Mishie|Horn> "So if you want to stand by your words from before and protect these people, I need you to trust me, alright?"
3:50:55 AM <Mishie|Horn> And with those words, Horn Lord turns on his horns again and charges at his foe.  Trusting that his ally, no, his /friend/ would have his back.
3:50:56 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
3:51:46 AM <•Teller|GM> ((He can't turn horns on and off in the same round.))
3:52:01 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((wiatwhat))
3:52:13 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((That's never been mentioned before))
3:52:38 AM <Mishie|Horn> RETCON LAST LINE
3:53:36 AM <Mishie|Horn> And with those words, Horn Lord takes a moment to retreat back to the shoreline, grabbing a piece of driftwood to use as a makeshift spear.
3:53:37 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
3:53:57 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Well, let me rephrase. He can't turn them on and off without other people doing stuff too, especially if he's saying all that. He'll have them on before he meets Grindylow, though, since he's not right on top of him.))
3:55:24 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((So to clarify, can I just choose to || right before I attack or something and then turn them on as I charge after Abby replies or something?))
3:55:55 AM Quagger → Quaggaway
3:56:02 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Yeah. Just reads better if it's activated after everyone else says/does their stuff.))
3:56:18 AM <Mishie|Horn> HAVE SOME MORE RETCONS LADS
3:56:40 AM <Mishie|Horn> And with those words, Horn Lord takes a moment to get ready for his next charge against his foe.
3:56:42 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
3:58:15 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Social roll, please.))
3:58:28 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6-1 Social
3:58:28 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Social" [4] -1 = 3
4:11:15 AM <•Teller|GM> "Who are you what are you doing why can't I talk? Stop going so fast!" Abby babbles. He then hears a throaty retching sound, and feels warm liquid running down his back. She then throws herself off of his back and lands in the sand, scrambling away from him on all fours.
4:11:15 AM <•Teller|GM> As she stares at him, it seems like his words are slowly sinking in. She wipes off her mouth as best she can, but that's one arena flesh is superior to metal in. "Shit. S-sorry."
4:11:15 AM <•Teller|GM> Grindylow is moving towards them, shoulder lowered. He's shifting, too, changing. He's growing larger, as tall as Horn Lord, and his skin is turning completely grey. The flesh across his torso grows tauter, until he can see his ribcage - then he grows even thinner, gaunt, little more than a thinly wrapped skeleton. He screams a cry of rage at them. ||
4:15:04 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord has two choices right now.  He can choose to continue to charge at Grindylow and resume his scream, hoping that he's able to keep his keep it's focus on himself long enough to either put him down or for help to arrive.
4:17:09 AM <Mishie|Horn> Or he can protect his friend.  Not just from the monster in front of him, but from himself.
4:18:04 AM <Mishie|Horn> And those words pass his mind, he realizes that this isn't like with Swole, he isn't here to fight against those that would harm the people of Sicol Bend.
4:18:16 AM <Mishie|Horn> Here's here to protect them.
4:22:21 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so instead of charging forward like his instincts scream at him to do, he instead moves backwards.  And as he does so he gently, at least by his standards, picking up Abby as he moves past her intending to create as much distance between them and Grindylow as possible at this moment.
4:23:13 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Athletics, please. +4))
4:23:19 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Whoops.))
4:23:35 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Sorry, continue.))
4:23:38 AM <Mishie|Horn> (<3)
4:27:30 AM <Mishie|Horn> "I'm still that idiot that came over to talk to you, it's just that right now there's something that wants to hurt the people here.  A monster that wants to kill them simply for the sake of killing like the beast that it is.  I know I've scared you Abby and I'm really am sorry, but it's like you said before, we're the superhumans here and it's up to us to protect the people that can't...
4:27:32 AM <Mishie|Horn> ...protect themselves."
4:27:33 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
4:27:38 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((ath now?))
4:27:47 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Yup.))
4:28:53 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+4 Athletics
4:28:53 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Athletics" [5] +4 = 9
4:29:32 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((want a social roll?)
4:30:04 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Yes please. Base d6, no modifier.))
4:30:14 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6 Social
4:30:14 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Social" [2]  = 2
4:32:57 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn, please. Flat d6 as well.))
4:33:19 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6 Brawn
4:33:19 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [6]  = 6
4:34:33 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 AB
4:34:33 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AB" [1] -1 = 0
4:39:54 AM <•Teller|GM> She's not freaking out like earlier, but neither do his words seem to be getting through to her. She resists, but he grabs her and lifts her up easily.
4:39:54 AM <•Teller|GM> "Stop - just - fucking - grabbing me!" she snaps, as she's jostled up and down. She holds up her head threateningly in his face. The tips of the fingers, smooth earlier, are now thin, sharp blades.
4:39:54 AM <•Teller|GM> Horn Lord puts good distance between himself, Abby, and the charging Grindylow. Then he sees Dark Reprise running up the beach, moving to intercept him.
4:40:48 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2hd+1 DRA1
4:40:48 AM <•[ATM]> Invalid roll.
4:40:52 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DRA1
4:40:52 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "DRA1" [2] (1) +1 = 3
4:40:56 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 DRA2
4:40:56 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "DRA2" (1) [4] +1 = 5
4:41:12 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
4:41:12 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" (3) [5] +2 = 7
4:41:14 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
4:41:14 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [4] (1) +2 = 6
4:43:14 AM <•Teller|GM> Faster than he can blink, two knives are hurtling through the air at an impossible speed. They embed themselves deep in Grindylow's chest, but they don't seem to bother him at all. He does stop his charge toward Horn Lord however, and instead directs his attention towards Dark Reprise. ||
4:44:58 AM <•Teller|GM> ((*she holds up her hand threateningly))
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4:50:13 AM <Mishie|Horn> "I'm not sure if you noticed Abby, but that guy is a hell of a lot faster than you are, so I'm not really all that big a fan of leaving you as a nice target for him to go after.  So you can either sit back here or you can deal with a bit of motion sickness when I get you nice and close to blast that cunt right in his face."
4:52:23 AM <Mishie|Horn> And with those, Horn Lord moves his hands behind his back to Abby can either climb on or drop off.
4:53:23 AM <Mishie|Horn> Either way though, Horn Lord turns his horns on once more and gets ready to charge at Grindylow once more, hoping that it will be distracted by Dark Reprise enough for him to land another blow.
4:58:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
5:06:20 AM <•Teller|GM> There's a moment of hesitation, then he feels Abby's foot on his hand. Her arms drape around his neck, then she grips his collarbones painfully tight, like they're handlebars.
5:06:20 AM <•Teller|GM> Grindylow isn't paying him any attention. He throws himself at Dark Reprise, but she jerks out of the way. It's a graceless motion, like a giant hand threw her to the side, but it's effective.
5:06:20 AM <•Teller|GM> A bit farther away, he sees Molly and Anisa lugging away some of the partygoers. Reprise seems to be doing her best to draw the fight farther and farther away from the party. ||
5:14:05 AM <Mishie|Horn> For a moment, Horn Lord tries to stop himself from smiling, but a thought comes to him.  This is what he always wanted isn't it?
5:14:13 AM <Mishie|Horn> To defend those who couldn't defend themselves.
5:14:23 AM <Mishie|Horn> To fight alongside those that accepted him.
5:14:53 AM <Mishie|Horn> To be more than just a murderer, just another cape killing for his own desires.
5:15:26 AM <Mishie|Horn> To fight for something more than himself.
5:15:31 AM <Mishie|Horn> To be a Protector.
5:20:48 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so with a grin on his face, he gives Abby some final words of advice before he turns his horns on again.  "Things are going to get loud again, but trust me when I say it's gunna hurt him a dickload more than it hurts you."
5:24:16 AM <Mishie|Horn> Like a rocket, his muscles explode with energy as he takes off towards Grinydlow, ready to fight alongside his friends.
5:24:18 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
5:25:15 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Athletics, please.))
5:25:39 AM <Mishie|Horn> (+4?)
5:25:46 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Yup.))
5:25:55 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+4 Athletics
5:25:55 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Athletics" [1] +4 = 5
5:26:58 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GA
5:26:58 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GA" [6] +2 = 8
5:30:06 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 AA
5:30:06 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AA" [4] +1 = 5
5:30:26 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
5:30:26 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [3] (2) +2 = 5
5:32:36 AM <•Teller|GM> He charges towards Grindylow, preparing to set Abby up for her shot. He seems to be focused on Reprise still...but at the last moment he whirls towards them, and charges to intercept them.
5:32:36 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby raise her hand, fingers folded into a gun shape, and fires. The bullet strikes it in the chest, but it doesn't slow down at all. It slams into them, hands outstreched.
5:32:54 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Wits + Athletics for initiative, please.))
5:33:20 AM <•Teller|GM> ((+0/+2, respectively.))
5:33:28 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6 Wits
5:33:28 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Wits" [3]  = 3
5:33:32 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+2 Athletics
5:33:32 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Athletics" [5] +2 = 7
5:33:54 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GW
5:33:54 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [2] +2 = 4
5:34:01 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GA
5:34:01 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GA" [4] +2 = 6
5:36:23 AM <•Teller|GM> ||
5:36:23 AM <•Teller|GM> ((They reacted at basically the same moment. I'll let Horn Lord do a half-action (read: something small) before Grindylow attacks, if he wants, since he had a slight bit of range.))
5:37:01 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Can said half action be him punching Grindylow in the schnoz?))
5:37:51 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Sure, actually, without the follow up attack from his horntennae.))
5:38:04 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((wait what))
5:38:16 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((follow up attack?  Goddam shard you /fancy/ ))
5:38:24 AM <•Teller|GM> ((You rolled Brawn twice last time, remember? :P))
5:38:34 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Yeah, wasn't sure why though))
5:39:13 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Horn Lord gets nice things; he's just never quite sure what.))
5:39:13 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Want me to RP out said punching or just roll it?))
5:39:26 AM <•Teller|GM> ((A quick post would be good.))
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5:41:02 AM <Mishie|Horn> Although some part of him had already realized how fast Grindylow was, it really hadn't sunk in until now.
5:42:45 AM <Mishie|Horn> As much as Horn Lord prized his speed, enjoyed how it made him feel so much /better/ than everybody else, this thing was almost able to keep up with him.
5:42:52 AM <Mishie|Horn> But well, almost was the key word here wasn't it?
5:43:52 AM <Mishie|Horn> As he thrust his fist forward, he knew that this wouldn't be enough to take the monster down, that right now he simply wasn't fast enough to put his full strength into it.
5:45:55 AM <Mishie|Horn> So instead he thought of the young girl on his back, the one that was counting on him to protect her.
5:47:36 AM <Mishie|Horn> He though of Dark Reprise, the one who had understood what it really meant to fight against the system that wanted to control them.
5:48:07 AM <Mishie|Horn> Of Molly, the young girl that just wanted to have fun with those around her.
5:48:43 AM <Mishie|Horn> Of all the innocent people who were here to just be free and be themselves.
5:50:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> And as his horns screamed into the night and whispered into his brain, he thought of all the innocent people that Grindylow had killed before now.  Of all the people that were unable to sleep safely at night because of the monster in front of him.
5:50:50 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so he put those feelings into his fist, and /punched/.
5:50:51 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
5:51:14 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn roll, please. +1))
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5:51:26 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+1 Brawl
5:51:26 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawl" [4] +1 = 5
5:51:44 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
5:51:44 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [6] (3) +2 = 8
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5:52:54 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 3h6+2 GG
5:52:54 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GG" (3) [5] (1) +2 = 7
5:53:35 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn (Grapple) or Athletics (Dodge), please.))
5:53:44 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((hahahdodge)
5:53:56 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 2h6+3 Dodge
5:53:56 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Dodge" (1) [6] +3 = 9
5:54:32 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 3h6+2 GG
5:54:32 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GG" (2) [5] (2) +2 = 7
5:54:41 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Once more, please.))
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5:54:54 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 2h6+3 Dodge
5:54:55 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Dodge" (3) [4] +3 = 7
5:55:10 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((going to assume that I'm about to get badtouched))
5:55:15 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Si.))
5:55:25 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((well fuck you too cashy))
5:57:54 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Since Dodge 2 pip doesn't mention anything about diving or rolling, can I do it without dislodging Abby?))
5:58:40 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((It's just a 1d6+3 plus all the downsides next turn))
5:58:44 AM <•Teller|GM> ((It's called Dive; I'll say Abby won't auto fall, but would have to roll to hang on.))
5:59:21 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Well I'm going to assume that me being in a grapple wouldn't be so great for her either so uh, time to roll))
5:59:29 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+3 Dodge Dive
5:59:29 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Dodge Dive" [3] +3 = 6
5:59:38 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((well dicks))
6:02:24 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 AB
6:02:24 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AB" [6] -1 = 5
6:06:10 AM <•Teller|GM> His fist slams into Grindylow, but the weight of all his words do nothing to strengthen the blow. The monster shrugs off the punch, and then the gaunt creatures /stretches/ at him, bony arms extending out to encompass him.
6:06:10 AM <•Teller|GM> He hurtles under the first one, kicking up a small tidal wave of sand. Then the second one reaches, and he's not quick enough to avoid it. Gray flesh brushes up against him. He hurls himself forward into the sand, desperately trying to avoid it. Abby clings tightly to his neck throughout all this, doing her best not to choke him.
6:06:10 AM <•Teller|GM> Despite all his efforts, he feels the clammy hand close around his wrist. His horntennae react, viciously jamming themselves into and through its skin, but it doesn't even flinch. The scream, making their fury known to Horn Lord.
6:06:10 AM <•Teller|GM> A knife whizzes dangerously close to Abby's face, and embeds itself in Grindylow's chest next to the other two. Again, it doesn't seem to care at all. ||
6:07:32 AM <Mishie|Horn> Well this is awkward.
6:07:34 AM <•Teller|GM> ((*They scream))
6:10:18 AM <Mishie|Horn> But even though Grindylow has a grip on him, Horn Lord can still feel that it's just relying on brute strength to trap himself, instead of having any actual knowledge of how to properly grapple him.
6:11:19 AM <Mishie|Horn> But at the same time, it's not like he's much better, unable to apply the full extend of his training.
6:12:07 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so instead of trying anything fancy, all Horn Lord is able to do is move in closer to strike against Grindylow, hoping that either he'll break free himself or one of his allies will be able to distract it.
6:12:08 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
6:12:47 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn x2, please. +1 to each, sans speed boost.))
6:13:15 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+1 Brawn
6:13:15 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [3] +1 = 4
6:13:18 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+1 Brawn
6:13:18 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [3] +1 = 4
6:13:44 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
6:13:44 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [4] (3) +2 = 6
6:13:46 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
6:13:46 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [5] (4) +2 = 7
6:15:14 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Guts/Withstand roll, please.))
6:15:23 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6 Guts
6:15:23 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Guts" [2]  = 2
6:21:52 AM <•Teller|GM> Without his charging speed backing them, his punches are feebles. Grindylow knocks them aside with his free hand.
6:21:52 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby raises both of her hands to shoot at him, teetering and falling into the sand on her back as she does so. At the same time, a hail of knives fly forth, embedding themselves everywhere - in the ground, in Grindylow. One slashes his arm, and another slams into Abby's back.
6:21:52 AM <•Teller|GM> Neither the bullets nor the knives stop Grindylow. As Horn Lord struggles, he sees the creature's chest cavity open up, stretching to encompass him like some sideways, fucked up mouth. The knives points sticking through the underside of her skin make for weird teeth, even.
6:23:59 AM <•Teller|GM> ((*his skin))
6:24:02 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GG
6:24:03 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GG" [6] (5) +2 = 8
6:24:10 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn roll, please.))
6:24:24 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Any chance I can try to change back to Michael?))
6:24:43 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Since that would make me smaller and make it easier to slip out of the grapple?))
6:25:38 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Change isn't quick enough for to shrink and drop out, but you can change back next post. Would give you your grappling skills in time for the next one, if there is a next one.))
6:25:55 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+1 Brawn
6:25:55 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [2] +1 = 3
6:27:23 AM <•Teller|GM> He feels Grindylow's chest cavity grasp him. Clammy, slick prehensile ribs...it's in the running for the wrongest thing he's ever felt in his life. ||
6:28:27 AM <Mishie|Horn> badtouchbadtouchbadtouchbadtouchbadtouch
6:28:53 AM <Mishie|Horn> Michael is panicking now, this is literally the exact opposite of what he wanted to happen.
6:29:34 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord is completely useless here, unable to use any of his strengths to get free from the monster.
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6:29:59 AM <Mishie|Horn> But maybe, just maybe Michael might be what he needs.
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6:30:57 AM <Mishie|Horn> So despite everything screaming at him that this is a terrible idea, he releases his transformation, hoping that the change in size will not only allow him to slip free of the monster, but to also use his superior skills in hand to hand combat to break free before it's too late.
6:30:59 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
6:35:28 AM Mishie|Horn → Mishie|Michael
6:40:08 AM <•Teller|GM> As he shrinks back to human form, the most marked change is the noise around him. His screaming horntennae fade, and the static around him turns into the sound of Abby screaming something hoarsely and Grindylow roaring. Then even that starts to fade, as the ribs begin to encircle him, and the light becomes spotty, dimmed.
6:40:08 AM <•Teller|GM> He feels something at the edge of his brain. Someone. He's floating in water, and a man is screaming at him. His panic is becoming more pronounced.
6:40:08 AM <•Teller|GM> But it's not too late. He's still here. His feet, his hands are now his own, and he knows how to use them. ||
6:46:25 AM <Mishie|Michael> This is it, this is his last chance to save himself and break free.
6:47:07 AM <Mishie|Michael> So using all of his training, and the small gap given from the change in his shape, Michael desperately tries to twist himself out of Grindylow's hold.
6:47:09 AM <Mishie|Michael> ||
6:47:45 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Grapple roll, please. MA applies.))
6:48:02 AM <Mishie|Michael> $roll 2h6+1 Brawn
6:48:02 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Michael "Brawn" (2) [5] +1 = 6
6:48:38 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GG
6:48:38 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GG" [4] (4) +2 = 6
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6:52:08 AM <•Teller|GM> Micheal braces against the edges of Grindylow's ribs, and pushes downward, trying to force himself towards what he hopes is an opening below. The darkness recedes, giving way to normal darkness, and he finds himself falling towards the ground below.
6:52:32 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 3h6+2 DRA
6:52:32 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "DRA" (1) (1) [4] +2 = 6
6:52:52 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
6:52:52 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [2] (2) +2 = 4
6:56:19 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6 DRG
6:56:19 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "DRG" [2]  = 2
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7:01:57 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Oh, scratch that.))
7:01:57 AM <•Teller|GM> Grindylow's ribs reach out for him again, but Dark Reprise hurtles into the creature, moving far too fast. She hits him like a cannonball, knocking him a good twelve feet away from Micheal. There's an audible cracking noise when he lands.
7:01:57 AM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise bounces off hard, and lands on the ground a few away, groaning. The visor of her helemet is cracked - it seems to have taken the brunt of the impact. Abby rushes past the two prone teenagers, moving towards Grindylow, palms forward. ||
7:02:33 AM <•Teller|GM> ((That is, scratch the guts roll. Realized her head is armored.))
7:03:21 AM <Mishie|Michael> Holy shitballs he isn't dead.
7:05:58 AM <Mishie|Michael> Michael is also fairly certain that he may have a few new phobia's, but that isn't his biggest problem right now.
7:07:50 AM <Mishie|Michael> On the bright side, he's fairly sure that all his horns screaming have down is make things harder for his allies.  The beast that he's fighting seems to rely more on instinct than any real skill.
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7:13:51 AM <Mishie|Michael> At the same time, he knows that in a single moment, Dark Reprise has done far more to hurt his foe than he has in his entire fight with it.  Despite his resolve, it simply wasn't enough to win.
7:14:53 AM <Mishie|Michael> He can see that Abby is moving forward to do something, with no idea what she has in mind, but at the same time Dark Reprise is on the ground and vulnerable to an attack from Grindylow.
7:19:26 AM <Mishie|Michael> But as much as he wants to rush forward to get Dark Reprise to safety, instead he just crouches down and prepares himself for yet another charge, trusting that Abby has something planned.
7:19:28 AM <Mishie|Michael> ||
7:20:16 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 AA
7:20:16 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AA" [6] (6) +1 = 7
7:20:28 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
7:20:28 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [4] (3) +2 = 6
7:27:48 AM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise is standing shakily to her feet. As Grindylow does the same, left arm hanging at a weird angle, Abigail rushes forward and throws up her hands. The night is briefly lit up orange as long cones of flames erupt from her palms.
7:27:48 AM <•Teller|GM> Grindylow holds up its good arm to shield itself, but it's obvious that the flames are hurting it. It roars and lunges for her.
7:27:48 AM <•Teller|GM> Michael finds himself changed. It feels almost like the same form as last time...fast, light, but his horntennae are definitely thicker and longer than last time. They twitch, and hum almost silently. ||
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7:30:49 AM <Mishie|Horn> Even though he really doesn't want to get close to that monster again, there's one thing he's certain of.
7:31:22 AM <Mishie|Horn> If he had to choose between going through that hell again and letting anybody else suffer?  He'll sacrifice himself any day.
7:31:48 AM <Mishie|Horn> But that doesn't mean he has to be suicidal about it though.
7:34:44 AM <Mishie|Horn> So instead of charging directly at the monster, this time he aims at Abby, hoping to be able to grab her and get her to safety before it reaches her.
7:34:45 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
7:35:11 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Initiative, please. Speed and Wits.))
7:35:42 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+4 Athletics
7:35:42 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Athletics" [4] +4 = 8
7:35:47 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6 Wits
7:35:47 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Wits" [5]  = 5
7:35:59 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GA
7:35:59 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GA" [4] +2 = 6
7:36:06 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GW
7:36:06 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [5] +2 = 7
7:41:47 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Dodge roll, please.))
7:41:55 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 3h6+2 GG
7:41:55 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GG" (3) (1) [6] +2 = 8
7:42:15 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((+what?))
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7:43:48 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 2h6+4 Dodge
7:43:48 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Dodge" [5] (4) +4 = 9
7:50:46 AM <•Teller|GM> The world is a blur as he moves forward. Grindylow is fast; the fastest thing he's ever had to face. They both reach Abby at the same time, but Horn Lord is a hair faster - he doesn't even stop moving, he can't, he just plows into her like a lineman into a quarterback. Grindylow grasping hand just misses them.
7:50:46 AM <•Teller|GM> Horn Lord and Abby skid to a stop after sliding two or three bodylengths. Abby is making a noise; at first he thinks she's hurt, then he realizes that the girl is laughing. Literally cackling, actually. ||
7:53:46 AM <•Teller|GM> ((*Grindylow's grasping hand))
7:58:54 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord just smiles at her and offers her a hand once more.
8:07:07 AM <Mishie|Horn> "It's nice and all that you're having fun, but we've still got to fuck this guy up y'know.  Although instead of charging in like an autistic monkey, I'm thinking we might be a bit better off if you shoot the cunt and I keep you away from him.  Sound fun?"
8:07:08 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
8:09:30 AM <Mishie|Horn> wait redact
8:09:39 AM <Mishie|Horn> wait don't redact
8:15:30 AM <•Teller|GM> "I can't ride on your back and shoot at the same time," Abby complains, still almost breathless from her laughter. "I need both hands for my fire, and the bullets aren't doing anything."
8:15:30 AM <•Teller|GM> She suddenly frowns a little. "And /you're/ the charging autistic monkey!"
8:15:30 AM <•Teller|GM> Grindylow is suddenly in motion again, running, but he doesn't seem to be headed towards any of the combatants. He's making a beeline towards the waterfront. Fleeing? Dark Reprise doesn't make a move to follow, but Abby's eyes track him eagerly. ||
8:17:27 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Yeah, which means that I get to be the one that charges in at him again to keep him distracted for you.  Since y'know, I make amazing life choices."
8:20:53 AM <Mishie|Horn> As soon as he finishes talking, Horn Lord takes off again after Grindylow.  Sure he could let it slink away back to the depths, but that would just give it time to heal up so it could strike again.
8:21:34 AM <Mishie|Horn> But this time though, instead of charging in with a roar right at him, he instead goes in from behind in silence, hoping to take it by surprise.
8:21:36 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
8:21:55 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Athletics, please. +4))
8:22:01 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GA
8:22:01 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GA" [4] +2 = 6
8:22:08 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+4 Athletics
8:22:08 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Athletics" [4] +4 = 8
8:24:47 AM <•Teller|GM> "Michael! Dammit!" he hears Reprise yell.He rushes towards Grindylow from behind, but the creature again seems to detect him coming. It turns to face him
8:24:55 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Whoops.))
8:25:31 AM <•Teller|GM> "Michael! Dammit!" he hears Reprise yell.He rushes towards Grindylow from behind, but the creature again seems to detect him coming. It turns to face him as he approaches, roaring as it does so.
8:25:31 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby is running up the beach behind him at a much slower pace. ||
8:30:58 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord doesn't have the time to respond, and anything that he says to reassure Dark Reprise would only give away his cunning plan.
8:31:56 AM <Mishie|Horn> As he charges towards Grindylow, he takes note of it's broken arm and the driftwood in the shallows behind it.
8:33:07 AM <Mishie|Horn> Juking to Grindylows bad side, he makes sure to keep a decent distance between the two of them as he runs past to grab one of the larger pieces of wood, hoping to use it as a makeshift weapon to keep Grindylow on land.
8:33:08 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
8:35:32 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Wits, please.))
8:35:46 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6 Wits
8:35:46 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Wits" [6]  = 6
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8:40:40 AM <•Teller|GM> He sees that the Grindylow expects him to go that direction, fakes the other one...and then at the last second, goes the way he originally intended, darting smartly around Grindylow. It's turned around, confused for a second, and Horn Lord has enough time to grab a hefty, sturdy piece of wood. The Grindylow roars, and has to resume its fleeing from a
8:40:40 AM <•Teller|GM> standstill, much the same as Horn Lord. ||
8:43:37 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord is very well a aware that right now, Grindylow is at it's most dangerous.  Which is saying something considering all the shit that's gone down that night.
8:44:23 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((well aware*))
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8:45:07 AM <Mishie|Horn> But with Abby and Dark Reprise only moment away, and himself between the creature and safety, he knows that it will do whatever it takes to survive.
8:46:48 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so adjusts his grip on Trusty Lance the Third, getting ready to meet it's charge.
8:46:49 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
8:49:28 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+2 GA
8:49:28 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GA" [3] +2 = 5
8:51:44 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Can attempt to attack with the wood (Brawn+1), withstand the charge (Guts), or just get out of the way.))
8:52:09 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Any successful hit will stall, but it can try to withstand damage.))
8:52:24 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((Why are you even asking?))
8:52:36 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Giving you options. :P Go for it.))
8:52:45 AM <Mishie|Horn> Seeing the monster charge at him, there's only one thing for him to do.
8:52:49 AM <Mishie|Horn> Stab the fucker.
8:52:59 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+2 Brawn
8:52:59 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [3] +2 = 5
8:53:39 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
8:53:39 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" [5] (4) +2 = 7
8:54:27 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6+1 AA
8:54:27 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AA" [4] +1 = 5
8:58:05 AM <•Teller|GM> ((||?))
8:58:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
8:58:19 AM <Mishie|Horn> ((wups))
8:59:27 AM <•Teller|GM> The creature plows into and through Horn Lord, staggering in the face of the wood splinters that shatter over it. It doesn't seem hurt, but the attack has slowed it down...giving the charging Abby enough time to catch up.
8:59:46 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+1 AA
8:59:46 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AA" [3] (2) +1 = 4
9:00:40 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 2h6+2 GW
9:00:40 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "GW" (1) [3] +2 = 5
9:01:28 AM Ell||Hailstorm → Ellardy
9:06:53 AM <•Teller|GM> Her flames lick its skin, lightly burning it wherever it touches, but Grindylow holds its arms in front of its face and chest, staggering backwards into the water. It's all but getting ready to submerge, unless someone does something. Abby looks like she's gearing up to be that somebody, slashing into the shallows after it.
9:06:53 AM <•Teller|GM> "Abby! Michael!" Reprise yells, running up the beach towards them. Her legs are moving faster than any person's should; she almost looks like she's being dragged along by her feet.
9:06:53 AM <•Teller|GM> "We almost /have/ it!" Abby yells, frustrated, echoing Horn Lord's own thoughts. The tips of her fingers twist, growing sharp. ||
9:11:54 AM <Mishie|Horn> All he can do is sigh and head back to shore, helpless to watch it escape into the water.  Sure he's done a lot of stupid shit in the past, but even he's not dumb enough to let it pull him into it's home.
9:12:43 AM <Mishie|Horn> "It's over Abby, all we'll do if we try to follow it is just give it a fucking snack for later."
9:13:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> And so he walks back to stand next to her, making sure to be ready to stop her if she tries to rush in after it.
9:13:19 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
9:13:44 AM <•Teller|GM> ((Brawn, please.))
9:13:49 AM <•Teller|GM> $roll 1d6-1 AB
9:13:49 AM <•[ATM]> Teller|GM "AB" [6] -1 = 5
9:14:27 AM <Mishie|Horn> $roll 1d6+1 Brawn
9:14:27 AM <•[ATM]> Mishie|Horn "Brawn" [5] +1 = 6
9:18:44 AM <•Teller|GM> He only just manages to catch her around the waist before she leaps into the water after it. She struggles for a moment, then hangs limply in his arms. "Fuck! We had it. And what did I say about grabbing me, huh?"
9:18:44 AM <•Teller|GM> "Bitch. Chill," Dark Reprise says. She's limping over to them. "Do you even know how to swim?"
9:18:44 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby doesn't respond. ||
9:21:14 AM <Mishie|Horn> Even though Grindylow seems to have left, Horn Lord still doesn't transform back, not yet feeling safe.  What he does do though is walk over to Dark Reprise with Abby.
9:21:37 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Pretty sure that we agreed that it's my job to charge in like an idiot y'know.  Anyway, just think about it this way, if you want to finish the fucker off, that just means you'll have to come party here more."
9:21:56 AM <Mishie|Horn> Horn Lord just pauses for a moment before chuckling.
9:22:42 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Somebody needs to keep me safe from Grindylow right?  Who knows what sorts of nasty things he was planning to me with those tentacle ribs of his."
9:22:44 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
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9:32:56 AM <•Teller|GM> In response, Abby removes herself from his grip with still-sharp fingers. It hurts. "Maybe. Those were fucking gross."
9:32:56 AM <•Teller|GM> "And Superstition says /I'm/ out of control," Dark Reprise says appreciatively. She begins walking up he beach, away from the water. "You two assholes are insane. We're not partying on this part of the beach again. I think I can go the rest of my life without having to literally cannonball into someone anybody ever fucking again."
9:32:56 AM <•Teller|GM> "Out of control?" Abby says. Without warning, she leaps up and hangs off of Michael's shoulders again. "We were /awesome/." ||
9:35:15 AM <•Teller|GM> ((*the beach))
9:40:01 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Then just try to lie to me and say that you wouldn't have done the same stupid shit we did to keep those people safe from Grindylow.  I saw you charge in and fuck it up like a goddam champ to save me."
9:40:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> As he talks, Michael just helps Abby up so she can resume her place on his back.
9:40:19 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
9:45:07 AM <•Teller|GM> "Yeah, yeah. We're all fucking bosses," Dark Reprise says. She glances up the beach. "We should check on those people. Hope nobody's too fucked up." ||
9:48:53 AM ↔ Thalia (was Melpomene) nipped out
9:54:36 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Yeah so, just gunna come straight out and say it.  I'm gunna need some pants super soon or things are going to be dangling /everywhere/.  Normally I wouldn't really give a fuck since it's nowhere near the first time that I've been naked and drunk on a beach, it's just that there's a child present and it would a bit of a dick mood that after she gets out of fighting Grindylow untraumatized...
9:54:38 AM <Mishie|Horn> ...that I ruin things."
9:54:44 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> "I'm a doctor," Abby says seriously. "I've seen it all before."
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> Reprise laughs, and looks him up and down. "I'd give you mine, but I don't think you'd be able to get into them."
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> "Eric'll have a spare pair of shorts or something."
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> They have to walk a while up the beach to reach the others, they find Molly and Anisa are standing next to a chainlink fence, surrounded by huddled partygoers. A few of them are bruised and cut, and most are some degree of 'out of it' but they seem fine otherwise. It had taken the two balckshirt girls half a dozen trips to get everyone while the fight had
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> been going on, but they had managed it.
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> Molly is hugging herself and shivering despite the warm night. Eric, the blond blackshirt, is sitting on the ground and leaning against the fence - one eye is swollen shut, and he's bleeding from a gash on the head.
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise takes command of the situation, in her own way. She walks up and down, dismisses their recent terror with a glib regaling of how they had kicked Grindylow's ass. It's not exactly soothing, but it gives people something to do besides shaking.
10:13:32 AM <•Teller|GM> Just as things are about to get family unfriendly, Michael finds someone he's never met before deferentially pressing a pair of bright red swim trunks into his hands. Better than nothing. ||
10:19:22 AM <Mishie|Horn> Michael just nods back at the person before slipping them on quickly, not really caring how much of a show he's putting on since Abby is still safe on his back.
10:19:37 AM <Mishie|Horn> Sure he's done a lot of terrible shit, but flashing a child?  That's fucked up.
10:24:26 AM <Mishie|Horn> Once that problem is sorted out though, there's only one thing left, having to have a hilariously awkward talk with Dark Reprise...
10:27:16 AM <Mishie|Horn> Once he sees that she's done calming down the party people, he makes his way over to the side and waits for her to come over to talk, more willing to give her, and maybe also himself, the chance to get her bearings.
10:27:17 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
10:37:59 AM <•Teller|GM> She joins him in a few minutes, making her way over after talking to Eric. "Did you hear? Dude got punched around by Grindylow for... ten, twenty whole seconds. No powers. Total badass. I should pay him more."
10:37:59 AM <•Teller|GM> "Speaking of...Abby, Whirlwind owes you big. Huge," she says. "I was skeptical when you first showed up, but you're a fucking cool kid. Expect a nice gift, and you can come hang whenever you want."
10:37:59 AM <•Teller|GM> "I'd have fought the cunt for free," Abby says. It sounds like she's never used the word 'cunt' before, she sounds exceited just to be making the sound.
10:37:59 AM <•Teller|GM> Dark Reprise then turns marginally to look at Michael through her cracked visor, and her tone changes. It's not mad, but it's not cheerful either. "Guess we should be paying you more too, huh? Since you have powers. Horn Lord. I'm grateful, but shiiit. Pretty fucking big thing to keep to yourself." ||
10:38:48 AM <Mishie|Horn> Yupe, just as awkward as he thought.
10:44:56 AM <Mishie|Horn> "Well, it's not like it's really something that I can chuck on my resume y'know.  Like what am I supposed to say 'Thanks for the job, but by the way I sometimes turn into a giant screaming deerperson.'"
10:48:08 AM <Mishie|Horn> Michael just sighs and looks down at Dark Reprise.  "I didn't want this shit to happen, I came here hoping to get away from all the bullshit in the rest of the city, and more importantly keep my problems from fucking with you guys.  Unless you really think that when Broadcast starts to talk about us fighting together isn't going to bring the Wolves in."
10:48:10 AM <Mishie|Horn> ||
10:59:48 AM <•Teller|GM> Abby looks between them with interest, but doesn't chime up.
10:59:48 AM <•Teller|GM> "Exactly why it's sort of fucking relevant, don't you think?" Dark Reprise asks rhetorically. "You know what? Whatever. I've got to talk this over with Brutal and Superstition. You should take off for now, wait for a call."
10:59:48 AM <•Teller|GM> She start to walk away, then stops. Without looking back, she says. "Look, I like you, so I'm only saying this once. If you're looking to get away from it all, you should probably look elsewhere. Shit's going to get really real soon." ||
11:12:46 AM <Mishie|Horn> Michael just chuckles at her words "You're not getting rid of me that easy y'know.  It's like I told Superstition when she signed me up, I really like what you guys have going on here, a place where we don't have to worry about all the stupid bullshit.  So if somebody wants to come fuck it up, I'm more than happy to step up."
11:13:50 AM <Mishie|Horn> And with that, Michael started to walk away too, hoping that he looked even as close as half as cool as he felt.  Although all Michael could think of as both he and Dark Reprise walked off was one thing.
11:14:08 AM <Mishie|Horn> He was going to have to walk home wearing only some random guys trunks again. Goddamnit.
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