Eric 1

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19:56 ...
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20:00 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Toss and turn. Toss and turn. Toss and turn.
20:01 It's so warm tonight. Too hot to sleep. Eric feels sweaty and gross. The shitty fan in his room does little to help.
20:01 Worse of all, he's hungry. Exceedingly so.
20:02 TheWhiteDuke → TWDuke|Eric
20:02 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He was -usually- hungry yet. But he had only dinner tonight, then he had been roughly sent to his room.
20:02 Usually, Eric could pout and make faces at them and they would cave. His sister was terribly jealous of this.
20:03 But no such look today. Indeed, they had been weirdly adamant about it.
20:05 He was hungry. And he knew there were dumplings left for tonight. And flan. And some jello too.
20:05 And there were cool colas in the kitchen. But Eric's dad had been horrible tonight. So he had gone to his room to pout.
20:06 June, his sister, she had gotten into another fight with his parents. She kept doing that these days. Ever since she started dyeing her hair blue and stuff.
20:06 Eric didn't really pay much attention to that.
20:06 But his parents sure did.
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20:07 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres It was -not fair-
20:07 He was hungry and sweaty and hot and uncomfortable. And all he can think of is a cool cola.
20:08 ((Give me wits))
20:08 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 wits
20:08 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "wits" [6]  = 6
20:09 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Aw yiss. Off to a good start))
20:09 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres His small pity party for one is interrupted by- Something.
20:09 A feeling in the back of his neck. His ears stand up at attention. Something is coming.
20:09 A car? This late at night? Oooh
20:10 Did his sister get arrested again?
20:10 That would be -hilarious-
20:10 But also very dramatic. Eric can't help but peek out his window. The restaurant was closed tonight, which was also something quite strange.
20:12 That's a big truck.
20:12 Tinted windows.
20:13 And a general air of dread.
20:13 Nice, nice.||
20:13 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
20:14 Big truck? Big distraction.
20:16 Eric, tiptoeing around scattered legos and action figures (some "borrowed" from friends, with or without their permission), skitters over to the closet. It was too hot to sleep in anything but underwear, but getting caught with his gut out would have been all the more embarrassing. Besides, he would need pockets.
20:17 He quickly pulls on a t-shirt, and a hoodie over that. A pair of cargo shorts, and dark socks for good measure - quieter on hard floors.
20:19 Too much time already wasted, he scrambles over to the door and slips out, as quietly as he can. Down to the kitchen, where sweet, sweet Coca-Cola(tm) relief awaits. ||
20:20 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Gimme sneak))
20:20 <TWDuke|Eric> ((May I take my "under no particular strain or stress" bonus?))
20:23 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((that's just a flat +1 die yeah))
20:24 ((so it would be 2h6+1))
20:24 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Yep))
20:25 $roll 2h6+1 sneak
20:25 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "sneak" [6] (6) +1 = 7
20:26 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Wowzers. Eric's using up all his luck too early!))
20:26 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((that's pretty good for me))
20:27 Eric has done this before. He knows all the squeaky floor boards. All the weird steps.
20:27 All the corners, shadows and hideaways.
20:28 It doesn't matter that he's a big boy. Big boned!
20:28 It only makes his footsteps to be ... muffled. Yeah!
20:28 He can hear clattering in the kitchen downstairs. Seems like some of the staff is still around? But why?
20:29 The lights are on. Even the lights of the restaurant are on.
20:31 Hushed voices and orders are being thrown around.
20:31 Damn. People in the kitchen would hinder his coke-steal.
20:31 ||
20:32 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
20:34 Eric takes a moment, unnecessarily pressed up against a wall secret-agent style, to screw up his face in thought. The beautifully cold fridge was just in the next room, if he could only get to it. He'd played out the "boss' kid" card pretty recently, so that was probably a no-go.
20:35 The thought briefly crosses his mind to start a fire - that would certainly get people out of his way. Of course, that would also burn down his house, which would DEFINITELY get him shouted at. So that option was out too.
20:38 Only one thing for it. He pushes out from the wall, cinches the cords on his hoodie to squeeze down on his face and puff out his cheeks just that little bit more, and moves into the kitchen. Rubbing one eye with a chubby fist, he puts on his best "confused sleepy kid" impression, prepping the cutest yawn possible to be unleashed on whoever gets between him and his prize. ||
20:40 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((give me guts))
20:41 <TWDuke|Eric> (( :O ))
20:41 $roll 1d6 guts
20:41 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "guts" [3]  = 3
20:42 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres "Oh? What's this?" A voice says, coming from seemingly everywhere at once. Eric freezes on the spot.
20:43 Teller → Teller|GM
20:43 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He would have liked to yelp, but he's not able.
20:44 Are the walls moving?
20:44 The floor undulates.
20:44 He feels viscous and heavy. This is-
20:44 This is not normal.
20:48 White noise. Black noise?
20:48 What was the name?
20:49 Ozone.
20:49 It smells like ozone.
20:49 There's whispers from far away. They are songs and sentences. Eric understands some of them. He can't move at all.
20:50 "Hello, morsel" The voice says, and it's composed of a thousand whispers. Of songs, of hymns. The darkness is tangible.
20:50 Eric is pressed against it. It slowly drips over him, covers him.
20:51 "What are you doing here, hmmm? Are you lost? Did you get scared?" The voice mocks in an intimate whisper. It's too close. Eric wants to bolt, but he can.
20:51 Long fingers touch his second chin, slowly dragging themselves down to his neck proper.
20:51 Tangible darkness. Eric can feel it. It's heavy.
20:51 It's so heavy.
20:52 "Did you want ... a glass of water?" the voice asks, and this time, Eric realizes it's not a thousand voices. But one.
20:52 Something-
20:52 Someone?
20:52 Someone is whispering to him. They are standing behind Eric, a clawed hand aimed at his throat. Thank god he went to the bathroom before going to bed.
20:52 ||
20:54 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
20:54 Eric had once heard someone talking about dying of withdrawal, and about a Coke addiction. It had him switched to Pepsi for a whole week. Was that what this was? Had he died of thirst and gone to hell?
20:55 When faced with strange situations, some people instinctively fight back. Some people buckle and submit to the threat. Eric was not wired like those people.
20:57 As loud as his overworked lungs could manage, Eric starts to bawl. Big, shuddering sobs break up warbling wails that could shake the walls. Fat, wet tears streak down his cheeks, and a perfectly spherical bubble of snot forms at his left nostril, inflating and deflating in time with the cries.
20:58 Hands down by his side, face tilted slightly upward, eyes screwed tightly shut, he intends to cry for as long as it takes. ||
21:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Pathetic as fuck))
21:01 ((I love it))
21:01 ((Give me social, and try to fail))
21:02 <TWDuke|Eric> ((I will do my best))
21:02 $roll 1d6+1 Weep
21:02 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Weep" [5] +1 = 6
21:03 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Oh well))
21:03 ((No wound for you I guess))
21:03 She laughs. He laughs. The floor laughs.
21:03 The wall, the boards, the doors, the windows. The house, stepped in shadows, laughs.
21:04 They laugh at him. At his pudgy nose, his messy face. At his flushed skin.
21:04 "Hush, morsel, hush. Don't cry now." The claws retreat, and push him forward.
21:05 ((*Steeped in shadows))
21:05 But they are just fingers now. The darkness- It's not gone. But it's not longer oppressive. Physical.
21:05 Just the regular dark of Eric's home.
21:05 His bawling can be heard clearly now. He hadn't realized it before but not even sound seemed to bounce off the darkness.
21:07 The only staff currently in the kitchen is the one that his parents 'trust'.
21:07 They all look at him alarmed. And they look even more alarmed when they see someone walk behind Eric into the kitchen.
21:08 "/The boss is hungry/" The voice snarls. A woman? She sounds harsh.
21:08 She keeps pushing Eric forward.
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21:08 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres "Trying to sneak out? How terrible of you, dumpling." She mocks. Her voice has a cruel edge to it.||
21:09 Thalia|Liz → Thalia
21:10 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
21:11 Eric has no intention of seeing this lady's face. He stumbles forward at her prodding, but continues to wail, eyes shut tight. The thought of the delicious, sweet soda now almost within arm's reach briefly surfaces, but is popped as the angered voice speaks.
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21:14 <TWDuke|Eric> Her accusation is shaking. This is not a time Eric wants to get in trouble, on top of everything else. Sniffling and gasping for breath, he cracks his eyes open. "I-I-I w-w-wasn't sneaking out! I wasn't! I was just th-th-thirsty!" He returns to his injured sobbing, not the full-volume bawls, but still pitiful. ||
21:16 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ...
21:17 "/Coward/" She sneers, pushing him towards the restaurant proper.
21:17 ((give me willpower))
21:18 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 willpower
21:18 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "willpower" [6]  = 6
21:19 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((This kid is hella strong))
21:19 Eric manages to keep his whimpers down as he's pushed towards his parents. The air is ... tense.
21:20 Men that look out of a triad film are talking to his parents. A man in a white suit and horribly gaudy shoes is leaning back in a chair. Smoking!
21:20 Inside the restaurant!
21:20 There's at least five other people with him. Two men standing guard behind him.
21:20 One of them looks young and covered in tattoos. The other one is more well presented, but one of his eyes is milky white.
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21:20 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres They are both wearing suits. But the younger man looks disheveled and the older man looks prim.
21:21 The other three are ... strange looking people.
21:21 Eric can tell right away. Capes.
21:21 There's a whole lot of capes in the restaurant.
21:22 Mr and Mrs Lao look at Eric with consternation. His father stands up, before the man in the white suit shoots him a look. He stops mid-motion, not sitting but not quite standing up. He looks like he wants to say something.
21:22 "Yèzǒnghuì. You were told to stand guard." One of the capes says.
21:23 His costume seems remarkably humble. Black cloth with red accents.
21:24 Several orbs float behind his back, moving in hypnotic motion. Never stopping.
21:24 "This little rat was sneaking about." Yèzǒnghuì answers, nonchalant. Her tone of voice is plainly dismissive.
21:25 "/Kai-Fu! Are you okay!?/" His mother asks, alarmed. She seems to be on the verge of tears as well.||
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21:26 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
21:27 Holy crap. This was way more than he had bargained for.
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21:29 <TWDuke|Eric> A lightning assessment - the clothes, the smoking, the glances - tells him that his father isn't the one in charge in this situation. Which is crazy, but apparently the case. From the look of the people who are in charge, a snotty face isn't going to win him any favours. Eric quickly grabs at the sleeves of his hoodie and wipes his face clean, pushing his hood back at the same time.
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21:31 <TWDuke|Eric> "/Yes, mother, I have been treated well./" He uses the most formal language he knows, and keeps his voice steady. Thinking just a little too slowly, he pushes his shoulders back and lowers the angle of his head in deference.
21:31 ((Can I try to raise my standing with the capes?)) ||
21:32 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((You can absolutely try, but beware, die rolls mean nothing if the action is not appealing.))
21:32 ((Roll tho))
21:32 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Sure thing - Eric's playing the "obedient child" card, but I quietly hope it's the wrong one ;) ))
21:33 $roll 2h6+1 Impress
21:33 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Impress" [1] (1) +1 = 2
21:33 <TWDuke|Eric> ((THERE WE GO))
21:33 ((That's more like it!))
21:34 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The tattooed young man snorts. No one seems particularly impressed.
21:34 "Sit." Yèzǒnghuì spits behind him.
21:35 His father stands up and all eyes rest on him. He simply gets a chair from a nearby table. The body guards seem to relax a fraction.
21:35 Mr Lao sits down, waving for Eric to come over.
21:36 "Is this your youngest?" The man in the white suit asks. His teeth are ... not fit for a commercial.
21:36 Black glasses. Indoors. At night.
21:36 Gold rims, of course. Was he really in charge? The cape with the unassuming costume eyes Eric impassively.
21:37 ((Give me social. Base.))
21:37 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6+1 Social
21:37 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Social" [5] +1 = 6
21:37 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He's ... reading Eric?
21:37 No, not just Eric. The man seems to be weighing down what Eric is -worth-
21:38 His guts bunch up. Oh no. Was he a hostage now? What the fuck was going on?
21:38 He only-
21:38 He only wanted a drink.
21:40 "Yes." Mr Lao answers, tense. "My eldest is ... at a friend's house tonight. With the Zhou's."
21:40 "Ah yes. A good family. Good people." The white suit says, smiling. His smile is horrible. Fake, practiced.
21:41 "They respect us. What we do for them." The man goes on, as he leans backward.
21:41 He rests his head on his left hand, as he gestures with his right.
21:41 One of the capes, sitting on another table, stands up.
21:43 A brute of a man, tall and broad shouldered. His head is adorned with what seems to be the head of a Shíshī. Actual rock, even.
21:44 He gets closer to the table. Mrs Lao holds Eric's hand tightly.||
21:44 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
21:46 Wide-eyed, Eric glances around the room. So many capes! He's completely out of his depth. He needs to know two things. First, he looks to his mother. If he's being weighed up... does she want him to be valuable, or not? Are they going to take him away if he's too precious? Or, if he's not shaping up, are his parents going to get punished? He looks to her for guidance.
21:46 ((Social roll?))
21:47 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((What for?))
21:47 ((To read her? Or to look pitiable?))
21:47 <TWDuke|Eric> ((To try to read his mom))
21:47 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((roll, then))
21:47 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Read Mom
21:47 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Read Mom" [1]  = 1
21:48 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Terribly scared. Terribly.))
21:48 ((give me wits))
21:48 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 wits
21:48 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "wits" [6]  = 6
21:48 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Buuuut there's some money on the table. Stacks even. That's extortion money. It's gotta be.))
21:49 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
21:50 Second thing he needed to know - these men, these... capes. They were here, trying to do something bad. Villains, even. His mom was scared, and his dad was too.
21:51 Eric knew he'd made things worse, coming down when he shouldn't have. He needed to do something to make it better again. The only way he knew to do that was to try to impress someone.
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21:52 <TWDuke|Eric> But to do that, he needed to be sure he was playing to the right crowd. He tries to confirm that the man in the white suit is the one who's in charge of these strangers.
21:52 ((Same social roll?))
21:53 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((yeah, go for it))
21:54 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Read Gangster Capes
21:54 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Read Gangster Capes" [3]  = 3
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21:54 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Oh, should have +1)
21:54 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((At the very least, the capes sitting on the other table probably receive orders from white suit.))
21:54 ((hard to tell with the hardass and the orbman.))
21:55 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Cool))
21:56 Summoning up all the courage within himself, Eric looks the man in the white suit up and down. Wearing sunglasses inside at night, smoking, gaudy shoes... He had no regard for propriety. Or maybe that wasn't quite it... maybe he did care, but knew he was in a position to flaunt it?
21:57 Staring the man in the suit dead in the face, and returning the tight clutch of his father's hand, he says, "Nice shoes." ||
21:59 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Oh man, he's fantastically dumb for being so aware))
21:59 ((roll that social))
21:59 <TWDuke|Eric> ((That's the idea!))
21:59 $roll 2d6+1 "Nice Shoes"
21:59 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric ""Nice Shoes"" [5] [6] +1 = 12
21:59 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Try again))
21:59 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Whoops :P ))
21:59 $roll 2h6+1 "Nice Shoes"
22:00 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric ""Nice Shoes"" (1) [2] +1 = 3
22:00 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The room freezes.
22:00 Uh oh.
22:01 $roll 1d6 WillpowerTattoo
22:01 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "WillpowerTattoo" [2]  = 2
22:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 1d6 WillpowerEye
22:01 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "WillpowerEye" [6]  = 6
22:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 1d6 Willpowerhardass
22:01 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Willpowerhardass" [3]  = 3
22:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 1d6 WillpowerLion
22:01 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "WillpowerLion" [2]  = 2
22:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Yèzǒnghuì snorts. So does the lion-headed man.
22:02 The tattooed bodyguard lets out a single, loud laugh before he regains his composure.
22:02 The older bodyguard stares at Eric as if he's trying to drill through the boy.
22:03 On the other table, a faint glow can be seen. Oh boy.
22:03 White suit smiles affably.
22:03 He then puts his feet on the table, legs crossed. In doing so, he throws the stacks of money into the ground.
22:04 Eric's mother pales. His father starts to sweat nervously.
22:04 "Thank you." The white suit says simply, still looking amused.
22:04 The stacks of money are now on the floor. In front of the lion-headed man.
22:05 "Pick them up." The white suit says to no one. But he stares at Eric.
22:05 Mr Lao begins to move to do so, before the man in the white suit glares at him.
22:05 "/Not you/" He warns.
22:05 ||
22:06 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
22:07 Eric has to bite the inside of his lower lip to stop it from quivering. Laughter was... good, right? He knew he could get some mileage out of "laugh at the fat kid".
22:08 At the instruction, he nods, seemingly oblivious to the potential danger, and says, "Okay." He drops to his hands and knees and crawls around the edge of the table to where the money is on the ground.
22:10 He starts gathering it up, pulling it in towards his gut, doing a not particularly good job. He fumbles with the stacks... and a dangerous thought crosses his mind.
22:10 How hard would it be to slip just one stack of cash into the pocket on the front of his hoodie?
22:12 He's very clearly being watched. But if he could save just one wad of money, surely his parents would forgive him for making it all go wrong?
22:13 Then he sees the foot on the stack of cash. His eyes travel up legs like tree trunks to a broad torso and a literal stone head.
22:15 He finds himself staring down the sculpted face of a lion, a literal manifestation of the protection of prosperity.
22:15 The mad idea vanishes from his head, gone like the wind.
22:16 "Um, excuse me sir, you're standing on that man's money?" He tries to point at the man in the white suit, an awkward gesture while already on his hands and knees and trying to look up. ||
22:20 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The lion-headed man squats. Holy shit his legs are huge.
22:20 And Eric thought his legs were meaty. Geez.
22:21 He leans forward, until the stone mask is dangerously close to Eric. The man makes a big show of putting a hand in front of where his ears would be.
22:22 "Hah?" He asks.
22:22 The ground softly rumbles.||
22:24 <TWDuke|Eric> Eric gulps. Just a little louder, he says, "Um... I think you're standing on that man's money?" He turns so he can properly point to the white-suited man. ||
22:25 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The ground rumbles softly. It shouldn't be doing that.
22:26 "Sorry, /dumpling/" the man says, with a nasty smile. But he does stand up and away from the money.
22:26 White suit is watching intently at Eric.
22:26 ((Does he grab it?))
22:26 <TWDuke|Eric> ((He's going to say "thankyou" first, then try to pick it up))
22:27 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((well, say that then))
22:27 ||
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22:28 <TWDuke|Eric> Eric lets out a little huff of relief, and says a heartfelt "Thankyou, sir." He reaches for the errant stack and tries to snatch it up. ||
22:30 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((give me brawn.))
22:31 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6-1 Brawn
22:31 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Brawn" [4] -1 = 3
22:34 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Give me guts))
22:34 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Guts
22:34 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Guts" [4]  = 4
22:35 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The ground is not rumbling softly. Oh no.
22:35 Not it's the freaking stack that's rumbling softly.
22:35 It takes Eric by surprise. He tries to keep hold of it before the evil papers start to move around wildly.
22:35 Strong vibrations make the papers Eric fight and twist to keep control of them.
22:35 He fails.
22:36 The stack of money repeatedly jumps at him, but his pudgy body ensures that he's not hurt.
22:36 Mostly.
22:36 Only with a bruised pride.
22:36 The man in the White Suit snorts at the show and some of the others laugh as well. The older body guard and the man with the floating orbs seem to not partake.
22:37 Yèzǒnghuì laughs with glee.
22:37 "/Jiazheng. I'm not unreasonable./" The man with the white suit starts to talk.
22:38 "/But I am impatient./" He says, as he takes off his sunglasses.
22:38 "/She's not a good daughter. And you don't have the money to pay for the damages she has caused./"
22:39 "/We have been polite. Have we ever treated you badly?/"
22:39 "/The Zhou's. They will let us in. I don't need your permission./"
22:40 "/But I demand your respect./"
22:40 Mr Lao looks at Eric with eyes full of tears, then at the man with the white suit. He nods once.
22:40 "Good." The white suit says simply.
22:43 He gestures towards Eric. One of the orbs zips towards him. Mrs Lao gasps in horror.
22:44 "He won't be hurt." The man with the orbs says.
22:44 Eric is alarmed. The orb is getting closer.||
22:45 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
22:45 Not a good daughter... June? Was this about the way she dyed her hair? Or the rest of it... She must have done something really bad.
22:46 Not able to make payment... what was that supposed to mean? There was so much cash on the table already, what more could they want?
22:49 But then, when his dad looked at him... His dad never cried. Ever. Eric had seen him so angry his face turned purple, so upset that he stormed around the house... but never crying. It was like he'd given up.
22:49 Given up on Eric.
22:51 When his mom gasped, he didn't have the willpower left to resist the first thing that came into his head. He threw himself to the ground, trying to dive under the oncoming orb. ||
22:51 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Give me Ath, boyo))
22:52 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6-1 Dive!
22:52 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Dive!" [4] -1 = 3
22:52 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 1d6+1 Botbot
22:52 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Botbot" [2] +1 = 3
22:52 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Attackers ... win ties. Eat it, kid.))
22:52 ((Give me brawn))
22:52 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6-1 Brawn
22:52 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Brawn" [6] -1 = 5
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22:53 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The orb hovers in front of him. That sound. What is that sound?
22:53 A red light bathes Eric. He stops in place. He feels like he can't move.
22:53 But then, he tries again, and manages to do so.
22:53 The second orb meets him halfway out of the red light.
22:54 It scans him.
22:54 What is that sound? That sound like nails on a board.
22:54 The sound of of a knife trying to cut a fork.
22:54 That is is?
22:54 It's in his head, his bones.
22:54 What is that sound? What is it? It's like nails on a-
22:54 No, no, no
22:54 He had thought that already.
22:54 What is-
22:54 What's that sound?
22:54 It's horrible.
22:55 It's like someone is playing a violin made of a living cat.
22:55 Is he standing up?
22:55 He is.
22:55 What -is- that sound? It's horrible.
22:55 It's like someone is making him spin around.
22:55 His body is not listening. He is not listening. He barely understands what is going on.
22:56 A red light bathes him. What is that?
22:56 What is that?
22:56 What is that?
22:56 Is that him?
22:56 Is that his mom?
22:56 Why is his father crying?
22:56 What is that?
22:56 What is that?
22:56 What is that?
22:56 Why is she crying? Why is he crying? Why is Eric crying?
22:56 What is that sound.
22:56 What is that sound? It's in his head his bones his skind.
22:56 ((*skin))
22:56 What is that?
22:57 He tries to blink and finds he can do it. He can blink. He can do it.
22:57 He is standing up. He is alive. What is that sound? It doesn't matter.
22:57 He is standing up. Is he alive? He thinks so.
22:57 What is that? Is that a light?
22:57 It's red. It burns. Inside.
22:57 In his brain. What is that? His legs. They are moving.
22:57 He doesn't want this.
22:57 He doesn't want this.
22:57 He doesn't want this.
22:58 What is that sound? His mother is crying.
22:58 Is the lion laughing?
22:58 The floor moves
22:58 No, it is Eric who walks.
22:58 The floor moves. It shakes.
22:58 It quakes, it rumbles.
22:58 What is that?
22:58 His legs. They move.
22:58 Why do they do that?
22:58 Why do they do that?
22:58 Why do they do that?
22:59 Is he alive? He thinks so.
22:59 Where is that sound? Where is it?
22:59 It's quieter now.
22:59 Quieter now, and that's good. Eric can hear himself think.
22:59 He can think. He can think. He can think.
23:00 That's good. That's good. That's good? No. No. It's not.
23:00 His eyes can move. That's good.
23:00 His leg move. That's bad. He doesn't want that.
23:00 The orbs. The orbs. The orbs. The orbs. The orbs. The orbs.
23:00 |||
23:02 ...
23:03 His dad was crying. He never does that.
23:04 He never ever does that. Did he have to get out in shorts? It's not that warm. His hoodie it-
23:04 It's smeared with some snot. He's keenly aware of it.
23:04 He's keenly aware of a lot of things.
23:04 Eric had never been aware of walking. One foot in front of the other.
23:04 And again
23:04 And again
23:04 And again.
23:04 But why do they move? Why do they move? Why why why do they move?
23:04 He doesn't want that.
23:05 The man with the orbs walks silently in front of him. The orbs. The orbs. The orbs.
23:05 They are looking at him. Without eyes.
23:05 There is a buzz. He knows what it is.
23:05 It's a sound. The sound.
23:05 It's inside of him. It's scrambling his heart. Twisting his guts. His lungs burn.
23:05 He is walking. He doesn't want to.
23:05 He wants to drink a cola. He wants to be in bed. He wants to talk to his mom. There was blood. And fire.
23:06 They didn't need to break the windows.
23:06 They didn't need to smack his mom.
23:06 The lion-head is walking in the front. His hand is bloodied. He hates him.
23:06 He hates hates hates him.
23:06 The orbs move him. They stare at him. His bone are shaking. It's not right. Not right at all.
23:06 His mouth tastes of blood. He's not sure why.
23:07 There's a red light inside of him. The color of healthy blood.
23:07 He walks and walks. He's tired. They get on a car.
23:07 But Eric-
23:07 Eric jogs.
23:07 It hurts.
23:07 It hurts so much. He can only look around.
23:07 Only look around
23:07 only look around.
23:08 Look. Look!
23:08 In the buildings
23:08 In the alleyways.
23:08 He wants to scream
23:08 What is that sound?
23:08 He is screaming.
23:08 He is screaming.
23:08 He is screaming.
23:08 The car stops.
23:08 The man with the orbs gets out. He is walking towards Eric. The noise-
23:08 It abates.
23:08 It finally abates.
23:09 Eric is breathing heavy. He hasn't stopped jogging. When the man with the orbs gets closer, the orbs dance around him. Eric stops. Finally. Finally he stops. He can think clearly. The noise is merely a hint of a nightmare. A bad memory. Engraved in his body.
23:10 "/Stop.That./" The man with the orbs says. He seems quite angry at Eric.
23:10 "/Stop. Shouting./" The man snarls. Oh. His face-
23:10 He wasn't calm. He was merely pretending.
23:10 ||
23:11 ((You are under the control of the orbs. You can't move your body freely, but you -can- try to do so. There are finer movements that you are in total control of.))
23:11 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
23:12 When it comes down to it, Eric's not really much of a thinker. He has never really appreciated the ability to just think clearly until this moment.
23:13 Eyes welling up with tears, lungs straining for breath - he'd never jogged so far in his life - he tries to take control of his mouth. To say something, to beg for mercy, to promise he'll be good -
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23:16 <TWDuke|Eric> But he's too exhausted, his brain still too fuzzy, to put words together. In fact, he doesn't have the presence of mind for impulse control. For the third time that night, a bad idea comes into his head - maybe more dangerous than setting fire to his own house, or stealing cash in full view of capes. This time, his impulse control is completely gone.
23:16 He spits at the cape with the orbs. ||
23:17 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Niiiiiice))
23:18 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6+1 Aim Spit
23:18 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Aim Spit" [5] +1 = 6
23:19 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 2h6+1 Mean it
23:19 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Mean it" [6] (4) +1 = 7
23:20 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Guts. He has those.
23:20 He's a big boy.
23:20 He has plenty of guts.
23:20 A digestive track? Brother you better believe it.
23:20 He has a mouth. He's mouthy. His mouth is well used, well trained. It's an excellent mouth.
23:21 His tongue is dexterous.
23:21 His aim? True.
23:21 He's keenly aware of his body.
23:21 Saliva glands.
23:21 Throat. Lungs.
23:21 Faustus → FaustAndAbout
23:21 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Red light interfering. Red light interfering.
23:21 Throat. Lungs. Eyes. Coordinating.
23:22 The man with the orbs is about to say something but he's cut off as Eric -spits- at him.
23:23 Never before has he done anything with so much sheer contempt at someone.
23:23 Never before has any act felt so fucking good.
23:23 Right in the fucking eye, you piece of shit.
23:23 You gigantic piece of total-
23:24 ((Guts, please))
23:24 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Oshi-
23:24 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Oshi-" [1]  = 1
23:24 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He wants to not double over. But he can't. He can't. He can't.
23:25 There's a huge glob of spit dripping from the man's face. He's furious.
23:25 The first slap confuses Eric. Pain doesn't quite register.
23:25 The second one just makes his ears ring. The orbs don't let him feel.
23:25 The third time, he tastes blood.
23:25 But he doesn't let up. Again and again.
23:26 Why does blood stick to the teeth?
23:26 The man is shouting, but Eric can barely understand.
23:26 People are pulling the man away from Eric. The other bastards.
23:26 What is that noise? What -is it-?
23:27 His body moves and he doesn't want it to.
23:27 He headbutts the ground.
23:27 He's dancing.
23:27 He's tired.
23:27 He's dancing.
23:27 What is that, in the alleys, in the streets?
23:27 Is it trash?
23:27 Is it people?
23:27 Is that June?
23:28 Is that June? Why is she covered in frost?
23:28 There's noise-
23:28 What IS THAT NOISE?
23:28 What is it?
23:28 He's dancing. He doesn't want to. He doesn't want to.
23:28 Why doe they shout? Why do they shout?
23:28 Is that a gun? He hears gunfire. He can only scream.
23:29 He's dancing and dancing and dancing and dancing.
23:29 His head hits the ground
23:29 Again
23:29 He's dancing and dancing and dancing and dancing and dancing.
23:29 ((Give me guts))
23:29 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Ouch
23:29 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Ouch" [1]  = 1
23:29 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Is that his blood? Red light, leaking out of him. Red light leaking out of him.
23:30 What is that feeling? Tears. Or is that blood?
23:30 Is it blood?
23:30 It's blood. It's blood. It's blood. It's blood.
23:30 His blood.
23:30 He keeps dancing. What is June doing? Who are they? Why do they wear masks?
23:30 He keeps dancing. His feet burn. He can't see. He can't see at all.
23:31 What is happening? Is he dying?
23:31 There's blood
23:31 So much blood.
23:31 His heartbeat is rising.
23:31 WHAT IS THAT NOISE
23:31 It's silence.
23:31 An orb falls to the ground. Broken.
23:31 No no no no no no no no no no no
23:31 Nonononononononono
23:32 His body is dancing. It's faster. It's not right. It's not working right. One leg is free. Then his neck. Then his arm.
23:32 It hurts!
23:32 It hurts!
23:32 It hurts!
23:32 His arm is free. His fist. His brain. Not his brain. Not his arm. It's a leg now. What is happening?
23:32 Why is there so much blood?
23:32 The man with the orb shouts something.
23:32 The orbs shout too, in a language he can't understand.
23:33 He is looking to the side. To the side.
23:33 Too much to the side.
23:33 His arms
23:33 They are holding his neck.
23:33 Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop.
23:33 Pressure mounts.
23:33 He's going to break his neck.
23:33 He's going to make Eric break his own neck.
23:33 Stopstopstop
23:33 But he can't
23:33 He won't.
23:34 |||
23:46 No noise. Nothing.
23:46 Just the vast vacuum of space.
23:46 Infinite.
23:46 Stretching on forever.
23:46 And in the distance, God swims.
23:46 What is that? What, indeed. God swims towards Eric.
23:46 It is majestic. Gigantic. Incredible.
23:46 It's bigger than the sun, the moon, the stars.
23:47 It swims in the infinite darkness of space. It swims towards earth. Towards Eric.
23:47 Destination.
23:47 Agreement.
23:47 It speaks to itself.
23:47 With perfect clarity.
23:48 With a thousand voices
23:48 With a thousand tones
23:48 A message so clear there can be no confusion.
23:48 And God swims towards Eric.
23:49 Gigantic. Incomprehensible.
23:49 God is breaking apart...
23:49 Is something wrong?
23:49 Eric doesn't know
23:49 He can't understand what he's seeing
23:49 An egg is heading towards him.
23:49 It slowly covers his vision.
23:49 The stars are gone
23:50 The sun is gone
23:50 God is gone
23:50 All he can see is the egg.
23:50 The egg of God.
23:50 It's almost touching him. Crystalline and complex.
23:50 It exists here
23:50 and there
23:50 and there
23:50 and there
23:50 In infinite earths
23:50 Across infinite times
23:50 And for a moment
23:50 There is contact
23:50 And for a moment
23:51 Terrible, great understanding fills Eric's mind.
23:51 And then it's gone.
23:51 And Eric
23:51 Forgets.
23:51 |||
00:17 soulpelt| → soulpelt|sleep
00:27 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres But now he knows something else.
00:27 He knows he can stop. He stops. He stops.
00:28 The orbs- He can 'feel' them. They are like a dent in his consciousness. Like the warmth of someone standing behind you.
00:28 Eric is keenly aware of it.
00:28 What is that noise?
00:28 It's crackling.
00:28 Eric is crackling with power. Red lighting, glowing in the night.
00:29 There are shouts. Sounds. A rumble.
00:29 There's so much going on-
00:29 The orbs stop moving. The light-
00:29 Eric eats it. He eats it.
00:29 It's filling. It's too much, too much.
00:29 He can't hold it in. He doesn't know what's going on.
00:29 He just shouts in pain. Frustration. Anger.
00:30 He shouts freely.
00:30 He overloads.
00:30 A thunder-strike hits Eric square in the face but it doesn't hurt him. It merely flows through him. Empowers him.
00:30 He's surrounded by hard shell of power. And he can feel it bursting.
00:30 FaustAndAbout → Faustus
00:30 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Without really understanding what is going on
00:30 He explodes.
00:31 The shell breaks.
00:31 For a moment, everything is covered with red electricity.
00:31 Then-
00:31 Darkness.
00:31 He can hear shouts still.
00:31 ||
00:33 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
00:33 The rush!
00:35 Like the satisfaction of a full belly, or a sweet cold drink on a hot night, the liberation in Eric's limbs is pure ecstasy. He flexes his (thankfully un-snapped) neck, enjoying the freedom of motion.
00:35 But the sounds press in, and he's not out of the woods. Jazzed as he's ever been, he quickly looks around, with full control of his head this time, to try to get a sense of the situation. ||
00:37 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Wits!))
00:38 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Wits
00:38 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Wits" [6]  = 6
00:39 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres It's chaos.
00:39 His power fucked everything up. Or was everything fucked already?
00:39 It's hard to tell. He can quite remember his jog. His mouth tastes like blood.
00:39 His head is ringing.
00:39 ((Add one moderate bash wound))
00:39 He's bleeding slightly.
00:40 The cars the bad guys were using had stopped in the middle of the street.
00:40 Even after the shock, people are fighting.
00:40 The lion-headed man seems to be having trouble keeping his power from making everything around him shake violently.
00:41 Some sort of ... ice-thing is fighting against Yèzǒnghuì. The mean woman was clad in dark, her nails long and nasty looking.
00:41 And yet, the cloak is breaking apart
00:41 Eric can almost hear the whispers again.
00:42 A group of youngsters in masks are fighting against the lion-headed man and the other cape.
00:42 Eric becomes keenly aware that he hadn't been able to pay attention to them before this moment.
00:42 Even know he can't tell they're there.
00:42 Not really
00:42 Just the impression of light
00:42 And a hammer.
00:42 It hurts to think about it.
00:43 The young bodyguard is bleeding on the ground. He is not moving.
00:43 The older bodyguard is dragging the man with the orbs towards a car. The man in the white suit is standing next to the car.
00:43 He's shooting at the masked youths.
00:43 $roll 2h6+1 Dex
00:43 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Dex" [5] (5) +1 = 6
00:44 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres One of the youths drops.
00:44 Oh shit
00:44 He has a gun.||
00:45 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
00:46 At the sight of the orb man, Eric's blood boils. He clenches his fist, trying to summon something of the power he felt before... before he sees the gun.
00:47 His higher-order thinking restored, he recognises the need for safety to be paramount. He's going to hope to take advantage of the chaos and hide behind something - a car, a dumpster, a convenient alley - anything to get him mostly out of sight. ||
00:48 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Sneakaroo))
00:48 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6+1 Hide
00:48 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Hide" [3] +1 = 4
00:49 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Guessing I don't get the "under no particular strain or stress" bonus in an open firefight :P ))
00:49 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((with a concussion even))
00:49 No one pays him attention. Thankfully.
00:49 $roll 1d6 Orbwits
00:49 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Orbwits" [5]  = 5
00:49 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres No one but the Orb man. He glares at Eric.
00:50 He seems unable to do much, with his body being coursed by the red lightning still.
00:50 He got a full blast of it too, the asshole.
00:50 For the moment, Eric is safe.
00:50 The ground is rumbling.
00:50 Only, this tiem
00:50 ((*time))
00:50 It's -really- starting to rumble
00:50 Buildings are shaking.
00:50 ||
00:51 <TWDuke|Eric> Eric, staring at the orb-man, puts his fingers in a V-shape and waggles his tongue up and down between them: the most vulgar gesture he knows. The shaking buildings, however, pose a bigger problem.
00:53 He knows that he can... do things now. He remembers the flash of red lightning. He looks down at his hands and points them at one another, Sith-style, and tries to summon it again. ||
00:54 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((at what?))
00:56 <TWDuke|Eric> ((At the moment, he's just trying to see if he can do something between his own hands. If he needs a target, he'll probably just point at the ground.))
00:56 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He feels it.
00:56 Deep inside. Somewhere.
00:56 He has a sense of it. A sense of his stamina. Of his power.
00:56 It's like trying to move a brand new limb!
00:56 Wiggling toes he didn't know he had.
00:57 When he thinks about it, it comes naturally.
00:57 As if he always knew how.
00:57 Electricity crackles between his fingers. Across his skin.
00:57 He feels it.
00:57 It takes just a slight amount of effort.
00:57 ||
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00:59 <TWDuke|Eric> Grinning to himself in the red glow of his lightning, he looks around for something to try it out on. A discarded coffee cup, a chip packet... Ooh, or how about this? Still feeling the rush he stands from his hiding position and tries to throw lightning at the orb man. ||
00:59 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((That's quite a jump of logic))
00:59 ((Dex))
01:00 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Yep :P He's not very happy with the orb man.))
01:00 $roll 1d6+1 Lightning!
01:00 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Lightning!" [3] +1 = 4
01:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 1d6-1 Ath
01:01 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Ath" [2] -1 = 1
01:01 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $lesser shock
01:01 <[ATM]> ATM [Torso] [Any 2] Dazed: CONFUSED for one round.  Duration extends to three rounds if recently shocked.
01:01 <TWDuke|Eric> ((HAHAHA SUCK IT))
01:02 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Eric can almost understand why people hurt each other.
01:02 It's satisfying.
01:02 Stupidly, immensely satisfying.
01:02 His electricity arcs in the air, slower than he would think
01:02 Before hitting the orb-man straight in the chest. The man shouts in pain as the electricity shocks him.
01:03 His head lolls to the side. He's unconscious.
01:03 The older bodyguard drops the man as he gets slightly shocked as well and turns to look towards Eric.
01:03 Uh oh.
01:03 Then he pulls out a knife.
01:03 Oh.
01:03 Then he starts to move.
01:03 Oh dear.
01:03 ||
01:04 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
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01:04 <TWDuke|Eric> Eric's whoop of excitement is cut short. He didn't consider that his actions might have consequences!
01:07 Being charged by a full-grown man with a knife is yet another new situation for a night of novelty. A flurry of thoughts go through his mind - should he run? Cry? A new one - zap the jerk - arises in the flow. He leans into the thought. ||
01:07 $roll 1d6+1 Zap
01:07 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Zap" [5] +1 = 6
01:17 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
01:17 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Withstand" [5] (5) +1 = 6
01:18 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Once more, his power shoots out.
01:18 $lesser shock
01:18 <[ATM]> ATM [Torso] [Any 4] Jolted: Suffer PAIN, affecting all physical (Brawn, Athletics, Dex) rolls, for next round.  Two rounds if recently shocked.
01:18 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Once more, it hits true. It feels GOOD.
01:19 The older bodyguard is hit straight in the chest.
01:19 And stops in place as the electricity does its work.
01:19 Eric feels strong. Powerful!
01:19 But then
01:19 The man takes another step.
01:19 Oh crap.
01:19 And another.
01:19 He stares at Eric with intense focus, gritting his teeth.
01:20 It almost feels like ... this isn't the first time he's done this.||
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01:21 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
01:21 Oh, crap.
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01:23 <TWDuke|Eric> Eric scrambles to his feet and starts backing away from the man, shuffling backwards while trying to keep his eyes on him. His eyes wander over the rest of the fight, where the creatures of ice and darkness are doing battle. Again, he wants to call for help, but he
01:23 's not sure anyone would answer.
01:23 He does the only thing that makes sense to him - zapping the guy with more lightning.
01:23 ||
01:24 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Shoot away!))
01:24 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6+1 ZapZap
01:24 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "ZapZap" [3] +1 = 4
01:24 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 2h6+1 Withstand
01:24 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Withstand" [3] (3) +1 = 4
01:24 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres This time, the man *really* stops in place.
01:24 $lesser shock
01:24 <[ATM]> ATM [Torso] [Any 2] Dazed: CONFUSED for one round.  Duration extends to three rounds if recently shocked.
01:24 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He drops to one knee, trying to make sense of the surroundings.
01:25 $roll 1d6 wits
01:25 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "wits" [4]  = 4
01:25 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres His eye lazily locks on Eric.
01:25 Faustus → FaustAndAbout
01:25 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres The man can't move, clearly.
01:25 And yet, why does Eric feel like -he's- the one in danger?
01:25 The answer presents itself swiftly. And decisively.
01:25 The man throws the knife a bit into the air
01:25 Catches it
01:25 And hurls it towards Eric.
01:26 $roll 1d6-1 Dex
01:26 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Dex" [5] -1 = 4
01:26 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Dance, boy))
01:26 ((Or tank it))
01:26 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Eep! Guess I'm gonna try to tank it.))
01:26 $roll 1d6 BellyDontFailMeNow
01:26 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "BellyDontFailMeNow" [2]  = 2
01:31 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $lesser cut
01:31 <[ATM]> ATM [Torso] [Part] Raked: Counts as two lesser wounds, one of these goes away on its own after a turn.
01:32 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres It cuts to his side. Blood flows.
01:32 And so do his tears. Eric can't contain them.
01:32 ((Give me guts, again))
01:34 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Guts
01:34 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Guts" [5]  = 5
01:34 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Lucky. That would have made you pass out.))
01:34 It hurst!
01:34 ((*Hurts))
01:34 It really freaking hurts!
01:35 Eric is pretty sure the knife hit a bone or something because it merely glanced his skin and oh god it hurts so bad already!
01:35 The older bodyguard is trying his best to move, but he can't seem to be able to
01:35 Still, he crawls
01:35 Towards Eric.
01:35 Bloodshot eye focused intently on the boy.
01:35 Blood flows.||
01:35 <TWDuke|Eric> ...
01:36 Eric whimpers. He didn't want any of this. He just wanted one crappy soft drink, and now he was being cut up by a maniac with a knife.
01:38 Blinking the tears away, he makes one more attempt to blast the guy, channeling his anger at the whole situation through his hands. ||
01:39 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Roll!))
01:39 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6+1 Zappp
01:39 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Zappp" [1] +1 = 2
01:39 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres $roll 1d6-1 Guts
01:39 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "Guts" [4] -1 = 3
01:39 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Awk))
01:40 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Yep :P ))
01:40 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres Red electricity scours the earth, but the pain on Eric's side is too distracting.
01:40 His power is working differently now. As if the air was charged with power.
01:41 He doesn't quite get this as he fires. He's leaving marks in the ground!
01:41 But the electricity is too unfocused by the time it hits the man.
01:41 $roll 1d6-1 guts
01:41 <[ATM]> ATM Teruzi|GM "guts" [5] -1 = 4
01:41 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He lets out a howl of rage as the electricity courses through him. Does it smell like burnt hair?
01:42 Eric didn't even mean to do that-
01:42 The older bodyguard has a bloody nose now. He still crawls, slowly, towards Eric.
01:42 There are scorch marks where his power hit the ground before focusing on the man. He could have-
01:42 Eric could have killed him.
01:43 The realization is strange. It feels almost like-
01:43 Oh no. Nope. That's absolutely puke.
01:43 He's going to puke.||
01:43 ((Guts to keep that from happening of course.))
01:43 <TWDuke|Eric> ((Eh... I kind of want to roll with it?))
01:43 ...
01:44 Oh god. The scorchmarks on the ground are too much to handle. The power felt so good leaving his body but... he didn't ask for any of this, but he definitely want /that/, either.  He wasn't a murderer.
01:45 As the bile churns in his throat, looks down at his shaking hands, still crackling with red lightning. He looks up from them to the crawling man. He tries to speak, to convince him to stop, before Eric had to do something he would really regret... but it's not words that come out of his mouth.
01:47 He blasts the street with his puke, the stink filling the air. It splatters in a broad swathe, between himself and his attacker. He wipes at his mouth, adding the sick to the snot on his sleeve, before turning around and running off down the street. ||
01:48 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres ((Ath))
01:48 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6-1 Run Away
01:48 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Run Away" [5] -1 = 4
01:49 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He limps. His feet!
01:49 He can barely breathe.
01:50 A large arm made of ice crushes the lion-headed man, but instead of a smear the man roars.
01:50 Everything shakes.
01:50 Oh god oh god.
01:51 Windows rattle. Buildings sway. Were capes this scary all along?
01:51 Eric couldn't even -name- who that man was
01:51 And he was slowly bringing the street down.
01:51 But Eric is running.
01:51 He can't stay.
01:51 A dark alleyway seems like the safest thing in the world.
01:52 Teller|GM → Teller
01:52 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres As he flees, he hears windows shattering.
01:52 He is breathing hard. Too hard.
01:52 ((Give me guts))
01:52 <TWDuke|Eric> $roll 1d6 Guts
01:52 <[ATM]> ATM TWDuke|Eric "Guts" [4]  = 4
01:53 <@Teruzi|GM> Andres He has to rest against a wall to catch his breath. His head hurts so much.
01:53 And blood keeps dripping from his side.
01:54 He doesn't realize how viscous the wall is. Darkness clinging to his hand.
01:54 As he goes deeper into the dark
01:54 Dazed and confused
01:54 He doesn't notice the whispers.
01:55 By the time they become shouts
01:55 He's too tired to go on.
01:55 He can't.
01:55 A trail of blood slowly being swallowed by a heavy, present dark.
01:55 Like mud.
01:55 Like a swamp.
01:55 When he finally falls to his knees
01:55 Yèzǒnghuì smiles.
01:55 ||||