CG's #Other thing w/ Faust

<ColdGold|GM> ...
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<ColdGold|GM> It happens in almost the blink of an eye.
<ColdGold|GM> One second Riley's eyes had been resting on the clock on the far wall of room 203. The classroom detention was being held in today.
<ColdGold|GM> It had read 3:56, only four minutes left until he'd be done for the day. Then he would only had to go for three more days after classes were over.
<ColdGold|GM> He was instead dismissed early by a sharp flashing light, and a pit of deep primal fear he could not place the reason for appeared in his gut. Deep in his being.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Guts and wits please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6+1 Guts
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<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6+1 Guts
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Guts" [4] +1 = 5
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Wits" [6] -1 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> He manages to hold his bladder from releasing. He bites his tongue, stifling the rising scream. It comes out as a low moan instead. He finds his arm guiding his eyes against the blinding light that had erupted at the front of the classroom. His senses fade back into focus as he forces down another wave of panic. And then he can feel it residing.
<ColdGold|GM> receding*
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<ColdGold|GM> Riley rubs his eyes and sees blood and bits of innards splattered onto the poster of a cat with glasses that reads "If you can read this, thank a teacher."
<ColdGold|GM> The nearest teacher Mr. Grady a fat balding hispanic man is on the ground, his eyes rolled back. The lower half of his body is completely separated from the top half, and yet somehow he's still groaning in pain as... some weird fucking /thing/ digs into his gaping open torso...
<ColdGold|GM> It's about the same size as him, but completely covered in coarse, patchy green fur. Its large hands end in crooked twisted claws. It giggles in the voice of a small female child, and mutters something vulgar sounding.
<ColdGold|GM> Desks are blasted to the walls and destroyed. To his right he can see Susan Peterson, the only other kid who'd been there laying in the fetal position covered in a pile of debris. She's sobbing and immobile.
<ColdGold|GM> The fire alarms go off.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Oh.
<Faustus|Rip> Shit.
<Faustus|Rip> This was not at all what he was expecting. Sure, he wouldn't have cared if this had happened to Mr. Grady while he wasn't here. This would be metal as fuck to hear about, but holy shit this is not what he had been expecting at all.
<Faustus|Rip> At least the fire alarms mean that thing won't hear him exit through the window, like he had done many times before to get out of detention.||
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<ColdGold|GM> ((Is he sneaking over to it or just running?))
<Faustus|Rip> ((Sneaking))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Sneak for me please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6+1 Peace out
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Peace out" [3] +1 = 4
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+2 It senses everything but this teacher is delicious
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "It senses everything but this teacher is delicious" [6] +2 = 8
<ColdGold|GM> ((Not tasty enough))
<Faustus|Rip> ((hispanic food normally distracts me :\))
<ColdGold|GM> Riley gathers his bearings and then angles himself towards the window. He only makes it one step before the creature's head snaps in his direction. Its face is ape like, and the spaces that aren't covered in dirty fur are coated in sores and welts. It has human eyes, and human like teeth with a long hooked nose.
<ColdGold|GM> It smiles at him, but it's like a wild animal bearing its teeth. At him. It drops its meal to the ground and wheels around to face him. It stands like a gorilla.
<ColdGold|GM> Something inside him wells up, though he's not sure what it is.
<ColdGold|GM> The creature gestures at him and the ground next to him where he'd been about to step on dissolves into green steaming puddle of bubbling green liquid.
<ColdGold|GM> Something primal in him tells him not to go near that.
<ColdGold|GM> Susan Peterson groans and rouses a bit under the rubble, and the monster laughs.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<-> soulpelt| is now known as soulpelt|sleep
<-> You are now known as Nick
<Faustus|Rip> What. The. Fuck. Fucking Grady took his knife too. Now that he saw that thing melt the fucking ground, he's not feeling like he can just punch it. He's feeling weird too. It's laughing, it stands on two legs, it kind of looks like a person? Maybe it's like The Hill Have Eyes or something? Maybe it's kind of like a person? He's feeling weird, but he
<Faustus|Rip> shouldn't, what the fuck is up with him? Maybe it talks. Riley tries to figure out what he's feeling as he tries to communicate with the thing. "Uh. What?" Great, such wit has never been seen in this classroom.||
<ColdGold|GM>  ...
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+2 Demon Aim
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Demon Aim" [3] +2 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> ((Dodge or withstand please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6+1 Dodge
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Dodge" [4] +1 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> "Uhh wuhh?" The creature replies mockingly, and then it cackles.
<ColdGold|GM> It widens its eyes, purses its lips and then spits at him.
<ColdGold|GM> A stream of green liquid spews from its mouth and catches him straight in his chest. His nostrils are hit with a stench like sewage, and his shirt dissolves slowly as the liquid begins to creep towards his bare skin. It starts to burn him. Susan pushes some debris off of her with a groan and then looks over at the monster with the teacher's body and turns
<ColdGold|GM> over to vomit.
<ColdGold|GM> The creature begins to step towards him, and he feels the sensation in him begin to take hold. It's almost like a vibrating energy that wants to be vented.
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<Faustus|Rip> Fuck it! He's angry. It's going to make fun of him? Try to hurt him? Nobody else has the balls to do shit, so he needs to vent? Fuck it, maybe punching won't help, but it'll make him feel better. Riley makes a mad dash forward and immediately tries to channel that momentum into a punch, straight in the face of this ugly piece of shit. He's not going to sit
<Faustus|Rip> down and take it.||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Brawn roll please))
<Faustus|Rip> ((Brawl help?))
<ColdGold|GM> ((Yep))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 2h6+1 Pawnch
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Pawnch" (1) [6] +1 = 7
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+3 Demon Withstand
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Demon Withstand" [3] +3 = 6
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> Riley, his judgement clouded by anger and the strange feeling building up inside of him, he strides towards the ugly beast.
<ColdGold|GM> As he walks he rears his fist back and aims it straight towards the monster's head.
<ColdGold|GM> He's surprised to see it actually stagger back a few steps.
<ColdGold|GM> But when it looks at him its less smile, and more bared teeth. It makes a motion that reminds him of a karate chop.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Guts please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6+1 Guts
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Guts" [4] +1 = 5
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<ColdGold|GM> His vision blurs, and his stomach lurches as he feels something impossibly painful at his elbow.
<ColdGold|GM> He looks over to see that his arm is a stump from that pain downwards. Blood pumps in spurts at the severed limb on the floor.
<ColdGold|GM> As that happens the door opens and a man steps in.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Roll know please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6-1 AAAAAAA
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "AAAAAAA" [1] -1 = 0
<ColdGold|GM> He's a medium height black man with a bald head, wearing glasses. He's dressed like a teacher. He looks over the room and his eyes lock onto the monster.
<ColdGold|GM> The man leaps and crosses the entire room crashing into the creature and slamming it into the wall on the other side of the room.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Screaming in pain, Riley grasps at his stump. Oh god, why, it hurts so much. He grits his teeth, but it doesn't help much. He knew that was a bad idea, it was really satisfying for a second, then jesus fucking christ.||
<ColdGold|GM> The fountain of red coppery liquid squirts onto his shirts, and pants as he cradles it.
<ColdGold|GM> There are cracks in the wall from the spot where the monster had been slammed into it.
<-> FL|GM is now known as FossilLord
<ColdGold|GM> The man has the creature in a bear hug, and the monster is plunging its claws into his sides repeatedly. It rips out uneven chunks of guts and flesh, but the wounds start to mend themselves closed. Still he can hear the man curse and groan as the creature tears into him.
<-> tubes|GM is now known as tubes
<ColdGold|GM> Still the man holds tight, and though its hard to focus with the pain he's feeling he can see the front half of the man's body begin to turn orange and start to glow. Hot like superheated metal. A horrible burning smell permeates the air as the man presses his skin into the monster and it begins to scream.
<ColdGold|GM> "Heal yourself... *deep breath* or you'll bleed out." The man huffs out.
<ColdGold|GM> The energy inside Riley feels like its rising to a breaking point inside of him. It's almost enough to distract him from his severed limb.
<ColdGold|GM> Susan begins to crawl towards the door.
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<Faustus|Rip> Fine! If he's feeling all funny and this guy's glowing and healing chunks of himself and there's a fucking acid-spitting karate monster, whatever! What the fuck does he even have to lose?! Maybe this'll work. Riley starts focusing on his arm, trying to feel that same way he does when he throws a punch and snaps someone's nose, release, like he's in control.
<Faustus|Rip> He yells at Susan. "Hit the thing you bitch! Run away and I'll fucking rip your eyes out!" If he's yelling, he can't scream.||
<ColdGold|GM> Riley manages to get the sentence out, before his words devolve into screams. He focuses staring at the bleeding stump, and he can feel the energy in his rise to a fever pitch. He feels like he's about to explode. Cloying thick, greasy smoke begins to rise from the monster's fur. It rises to the air. He sees the man reach his hand out and grab the monster's
<ColdGold|GM> face in a wide grip, like one would hold a basketball. The creature flails wildly in his grip.
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+3 Demon Brawn
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Demon Brawn" [3] +3 = 6
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+5 M. Grapple
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "M. Grapple" [3] +5 = 8
<ColdGold|GM> His other arm tightens and the creature's back meets its front. There's an audible snapping noise, and he feels all of the energy inside him reach it's peak before everything goes black...
<ColdGold|GM> He's floating and alone in a void. It's cold, and quiet. He can't see his hand in front of him, but he can feel it.
<ColdGold|GM> In the distance he sees a small bright dot. Like a star in the city night sky. It's the only thing he can see in the wide expanse.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Well. Shit. Is he dead? He doesn't think this is Hell, maybe there was a mistake? Oh well, he doesn't feel like hovering around in a void for the rest of however long he's supposed to be here. Riley starts trying to move towards the light.||
<ColdGold|GM> He floats forward for what feels like years.
<ColdGold|GM> What feels like a split second.
<ColdGold|GM> The bright light expands, as he approaches it.
<ColdGold|GM> So slowly.
<ColdGold|GM> So quickly.
<ColdGold|GM> And then he feels a warmth. He still can't see himself, but he knows who he is. Riley Eyre. He knows this. But he's also Ming Jindong. He remembers the beast, a man with a crocodiles head, and a woman's painted nails playing with his wife Meilin, and his daughter Liu's head.
<ColdGold|GM> He remembered melting that monster by breathing fire on it.
<ColdGold|GM> He remembers being split in half, and being tortured. The torment extended for years by an evil Demon before he was finally allowed to pitifully pass on.  He remembers a number of other awakenings, and equally painful deaths.
<ColdGold|GM> They cycle until he comes to himself.
<ColdGold|GM> He watches his life from the beginning, watches himself grow towards his teenage years. He watches himself get in the fight that would earn him the nickname 'Rip and tear', he watches the demon appear. He watches his arm fall off, and then the same warmth he feels begins to fade, and the memories fade too. The power in him surges in his arm, and he feels a
<ColdGold|GM> pain unlike any he's ever felt as the flesh closes itself. Still a stump, but the power is still there in him. He knows this now. It's his to flex.
<ColdGold|GM> He looks up to see the man who looks like a teacher, still red hand running his hand over an unevenly ripped stump where his leg used to be. He can see the leg growing back.
<ColdGold|GM> ((Wits please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6-1 That was a trip
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "That was a trip" [2] -1 = 1
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<ColdGold|GM> It's growing back slowly, taking precious seconds. Susan is nowhere to be seen, and the monster is dragging what's left of itself into an opening that's hovering in the middle of the classroom. What's on the other side of it is obscured.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<ColdGold|GM> still red, running*
<ColdGold|GM> He's looking down at the wound, and groaning lightly* ((Add-  after leg used to be))
<Faustus|Rip> Oh hell no, he's not going to let this fucking thing get out of here. Ming whatshisface who was him melted one of these ugly bitches by breathing fire, he's not going to be the him who didn't meet that standard. Focusing on his working arm, Riley tries to concentrate the energy into it and launch fire or something at the escaping monster. It's not going to
<Faustus|Rip> take his arm and his dignity.||
<ColdGold|GM> He holds his hand out and reaches for the strength he feels inside of himself and moves it to his hand. He can feel it coalesce at his fingertips. And then all of them simultaneously ignite. A stream of hot blue flame runs from his fingertips, he lets it rain on the screeching monster, who ceases to crawl and instead flails in place.
<ColdGold|GM> Then the teacher whose left leg is now a stump floats up behind the portal from the other side and puts his hands around it's edges. He squeezes.
<ColdGold|GM> The portal begins to seal slowly as he pushes it closed, and then it closes around the burning monster's sides.
<ColdGold|GM> There's a squelching noise, and what's left of the creatures body explodes at the point where the rest of it had been on the other side. The man collapses on his butt, and it's quiet as he runs his hand over his leg again, cursing.
<ColdGold|GM> Outside the class room Riley can hear a female scream. And then a number of shrieks.
<ColdGold|GM> "Looks like you're actually good for something." The teacher says, eyeing him as he grits his teeth. "How are you feeling?"
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Gritting his teeth to hold back the pain, Riley shakes out the flames on his hand and starts focusing on healing again. Take that Mao Zedong or whatever. "I don't-" He grunts. "Know." Riley immediately groans as he tries to fix himself. "What the fuck was that?"||
<ColdGold|GM> ...
- {Day changed to Tuesday, May 23, 2017}
<ColdGold|GM> He has to grit his teeth through more pain as his stump blossoms into a nub, and then that nub begins to grow five smaller ones. It's strange to watch as the nub begins to take shape, the smaller ones begins to thin out, and wiggle. Nails grow at their tips. The same lines he's always remembered seeing are still there, and his fingers still all have prints.
<ColdGold|GM> It's impossible to know if they're the same ones he'd had before.
<ColdGold|GM> As his arm finishes fixing himself, he looks up to see the teacher rise to his newly reformed feet. Now that it's a little less chaotic he can remember who this guy is. Some new teacher who'd started working at the school about a month ago.
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<ColdGold|GM> "I'd explain but I don't have any time. There are more of those, and they're going to keep coming." He gestures at the ground, and a hole opens in it.
<ColdGold|GM> He looks up at Riley. "You're awakened now. So that means you've seen what they can do to you. You're still weak. If I was you, I'd hide and pray that I can find who opened the breach here."
<ColdGold|GM> He leaps down into the hole he created into the floor.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Fucking. Susan. He made a promise before, maybe a bit too dramatic, but she was the only person there. Next time he sees her, he's going to have words, mostly actions but probably some words. Riley picks up his knife from the drawer that Mr. Grady kept it in and puts it into his pocket. If he can shoot fire from his fingertips, he can probably do some nifty
<Faustus|Rip> stuff with a knife too. Riley walks out into the hallway, keeping an eye out for Susan. This is fucking fishy, but he'll have to talk to that teacher later.||
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> It's surreal as Riley navigates the fallen desks, and chairs to get towards the drawer where his knife is. The smell of burnt flesh still hangs heavy in the air, the fire alarm is still screeching at him, the walls are still covered with innards, and his teacher's body is still cut in half on the floor. He steps over it on his way out.
<-> Teller|GM is now known as Teller
<ColdGold|GM> The hallway is empty when he exits, and the lights in it are flickering. He can hear another set of female shrieks around the corner.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Oh. Huh. Burning flesh does not smell nice, and he cannot in fact read the poster about thanking a teacher if he can. Mostly because it's covered with blood and guts, of a teacher coincidentally, maybe that's irony, he never was really clear on that. Hearing the shrieks, Riley briefly entertains the idea of being a knight in shining armor with his pointy
<Faustus|Rip> blade, how dashing. Then, realizing how fucking dumb that would be, decides to make his way out the window and back to his house. Like to see Dad beat on him now. Besides, he can look for Susan later. Focusing on the burns on his chest, he tries to heal them.||
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<ColdGold|GM> ((Ath please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6+1 Ath
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Ath" [5] +1 = 6
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> Riley quickly closes the door behind him, stepping back into the fucked up classroom, and closes the door behind him. The shrieks and screams from the hallways are muffled by the barrier.
<ColdGold|GM> It's quick work to get the latch undone, and even quicker work to scramble down the school's wall down into the courtyard. It's empty, and the parking lot is barren.
<ColdGold|GM> Looking back at the school he can't even tell there's anything weird going on inside. Past the fence he can see a minivan haul tail down, the street, and around the corner with the sound of screeching tires. Wayyyy past the speed limit.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<-> FossilLord is now known as FossAsleep
<Faustus|Rip> Hmm. Wonder if super speed is in his new little repertoire of tricks, if he's some sort of reincarnation of a bunch of people who had... magic he guesses, they probably came up with something like that. Who wouldn't try to come up with that? If he can heal himself and shoot fire, wonder what limits he has. Riley tries to leverage his new power to run home as
<Faustus|Rip> fast as he can. This isn't his battle, he can just try and figure all this shit out on his own while he waits for the world to unfuck itself. Of course, finding that teacher wouldn't be unwelcome.||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Wits please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6-1 Pfft
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "Pfft" [6] -1 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> As Riley feels the burns on his chest begin to mend, he flex's his power and thinks about moving. Fast!
<ColdGold|GM> Before he even realizes he's bounded over the fence, and around the corner. He passes the car easily and rounds another corner. It's exhilarating,  and shockingly easy to do.
<ColdGold|GM> But he feels something in him, the energy dwindle a bit. It reminds him of getting tired, but in a different way.
<ColdGold|GM> He zooms past people scrambling around like chicken's with their heads cut off. Cars aggresively trying to get places, and then he stops.
<ColdGold|GM> Right in time to stop himself from running through a group of monsters in the middle of the street.
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<ColdGold|GM> There are two of them. A headless fleshy muscular goat like thing, with a gnawing mouth at the tip of its tail. The other is bipedal but hunched over so far forward he uses his arms to assist his movement. He's spindly, and Riley can barely make out that it has no eyes, just a mouth and nose, and its skin is ivory white.
<ColdGold|GM> They have a young teenage boy strapped to the wall. They're taking turns snapping off his digits with bites, and laughing. They haven't noticed him from his vantage point around the corner yet.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Nope. Not his problem. He uses a burst of power to leap onto a roof, should be pretty safe, to rest and gather his thoughts. It's probably not Sarah, this isn't something she could do, he still needs to teach her a lesson. Not his biggest issue right now. It's entirely possible that this is like an apocalypse or something, he needs to get his priorities
<Faustus|Rip> straight.||
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> He half leaps, and feels half carried as he cuts through the air, and lands on his feet on the rooftop.
<ColdGold|GM> He walks over to a ledge and rests as he takes a look at the streets of his hometown. From up high, and at regular speed the panic is even more pronounced.
<ColdGold|GM> He can hear the sounds of people screaming, and sirens. He sees four police cars tear down a street at high speeds. A few streets away he can see a road packed with cars backed up front to back.
<ColdGold|GM> The people in those cars are exiting and pushing past each other, trying to escape as one. A hard to make out demon stands at the head of the trafic jam. Cars levitate around it and it rains them down on people and even from the distance he's at, Riley can feel that one is much stronger than the ones he's already seen.
<ColdGold|GM> As he watches a group of three people sail over a building and land in front of the beast. One begins to pull spikes up from the concrete with their mind, while another conjures a see through flat shield to block a car from hitting someone.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<ColdGold|GM> -||
<ColdGold|GM> As he watches the events happen, he feels the power in him start to trickle back.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Well, this was not at all how he expected today going. But as long as he knows there are things like that out there, and there are people who at least think they're able to beat them, people like him, he knows he has a fighting chance. That guy said that he was weak, fucking pissed him off but he knows the guy was right. Riley pulls the knife out of his
<Faustus|Rip> pocket, long and sharp with the word "Rip" carved into the handle. He didn't get that nickname overnight, he worked at it, and now he needs to work at this. One thing was the same for all those people before him, one huge thing that he can fix. All of them died, and he's not there yet. Riley starts focusing his energy into the knife, trying to train himself,
<Faustus|Rip> figure all this out. This knife is a part of him, and maybe while he does the equivalent of a barbell with his new gifts, he can pick something up from the people fighting the huge bastard. Watch and learn so to speak.||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Wanna use a little magic to zoom the view in?))
<Faustus|Rip> ((Sure, Rip's just trying to flex his muscles and keep from burning himself out))
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> He focuses on taking in the burgeoning fight, and the power in his hand that pushes into the knife that he grips tightly.
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<ColdGold|GM> He feels his energy, no his /magic/ flow into the blade, and it feels like it becomes part of him. An extension of him rather than just something he's holding. The same power he holds in himself, he could extend to it with a thought. He feels it.
<ColdGold|GM> From his vantage point, a power in him allows him to focus on the conflict with more clarity, and he watches it as if he's up close.
<ColdGold|GM> Seeing it closer, he can see the demon is not actually large. But about the size of a small child. It's belly is swolen, and its eyes are wide and black empty filled with teeth. Its eyes are mouths. It has a circular mouth full of sharp triangular teeth. It has two more of those same gaping maws, one in each palm. They scream, curse, mock, laugh, and
<ColdGold|GM> threaten as it swings its stubby arms around like a conductor guiding an orchestra.
<ColdGold|GM> Its skin is a sickly green color, and its hair is a mess of crawling worms.
<ColdGold|GM> The people fighting it are all dressed in some kind of uniform. A black jacket with a large white cross on the back. The one shielding from cars is an indian woman wearing a hijab. The other who was pulling up spikes is an asian man with slicked back hair, he sends the concrete spikes hurtling at the demon.
<ColdGold|GM> The demon raises its palm upwards and the street rises, knocking several stuck bystanders into the uncoming spikes. They're pinned to the newly built wall messily.
<ColdGold|GM> The demon makes a pushing motion and screams at the asian man, and the block of concrete alongside all of the other people pinned to it fly at him, and flatten him with an explosion of blood against the side of a large pick up truck.
<ColdGold|GM> A moment later there's an explosion there, and Riley can see scattered pieces of flesh begin to crawl towards one spot. It looks like he blew himself up to get out... and is reforming himself?
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<ColdGold|GM> The last fighter, a short black girl around his age, disappears from sight.
<ColdGold|GM> She reappears behind the demon and her midsection open to reveal a large mouth the she uses to bite at the demon. The two bite at each other, while cars rain down on the indian woman and nearby bystanders who haven't yet cleared out to stop anyone from helping the reforming man.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
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<Faustus|Rip> Wow, Riley really wishes he had popcorn. The exploding and reforming seems like it's useful, but wouldn't it just be more useful not to get hit? The shield trick is a bit in that same vein. Concrete spikes, those would be interesting, but fire seems like the better choice. The teleporting or invisibility trick might get a good hit in, but that mouth thing
<Faustus|Rip> seems kind of like the least effective option if you can get around hitting people. The best way to fight is to hit hard and hit fast, and take the punches you need to in order to get that last jab in. Rip focuses on his knife and tries to do the same thing the lady in the hijab did, only with a twist. Shields are worthless, but a sword made of magic? That's
<Faustus|Rip> useful. Maybe he can even set it on fire, that would be fun. He pushes magic into the blade, elongating it and trying to make it heat up. He shares the soul of Ming Jindong, and those before him, masters, all a part of him. The fire is one that is familiar, it is his.||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Oh feel free to throw in some memories of some of your other fore-yous if the inspiration strikes you, btw))
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<Faustus|Rip> ((cool))
<ColdGold|GM> As he wills it, Riley can feel the blade on his knife elongate, and thicken. It goes from the size of a knife to the size of a large sword in moments, and it glows and reverberates with energy. He feels it thrum, and then it bursts into flame. No becomes a pillar of flame, attached to a golden hilt.
<ColdGold|GM> As he flexes, the fight continues.
<ColdGold|GM> Bystanders that can't get past the wall of cars being conjured by the powerful demon flock to her, and she creates a dome of shields around them, trying to protect as many as possible.
<ColdGold|GM> He can see her teeth grit in effort with every car that hits the transparent bubble like shield, and beads of sweat are starting to break out on her forehead.
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+6 Greater Demon Hammer
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Greater Demon Hammer" [1] +6 = 7
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+3 Tired Mage Shields
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Tired Mage Shields" [2] +3 = 5
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 2h6+4 Young Mage Grapple
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Young Mage Grapple" (4) [5] +4 = 9
<ColdGold|GM> $roll 1d6+5 Greater Demon Defense
<[ATM]> ColdGold|GM "Greater Demon Defense" [5] +5 = 10
<ColdGold|GM> The asian man's body reforming is slow. But he's unbothered as the demon seems to need to focus on fending off the young black girl, all whilst raining cars down on the shielder.
<ColdGold|GM> All of the sudden the young girl's torso jaw unhinges like a snake, opening several feet wide, and it swallows the demon.
<ColdGold|GM> A car slams into the shield but stays there, instead of flying off like the others.
<ColdGold|GM> Then the demon burts out of the young mages back, blowing a large hole in her in the process. She sinks to her knees.
<ColdGold|GM> The hole is already starting to close. But the demon takes the respite to ram another car into the one positioned next to the forcefield like a hammer. Over and over until it shatters. The demon waves its hand and laughs as the breaking forcefield transforms into glass and rains onto the gathered civilians and their defender.
<ColdGold|GM> She screams for the fallen as her cuts start to close, but theirs don't.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> He was right, they're drawing this out. Good for learning, but it's wearing on them. Riley reabsorbs the magic he imbued into his blade, then decides that he needs to take pages from what he knew before. Fire. It's destructive, it burns everything it touches and consumes and everything with a mind fears it, and it's powerful. The memories of a man atop a
<Faustus|Rip> pyramid, bathed in blood and holding a heart to the sun, a bloody knife in his hand. He doesn't need large and sweeping flames, he needs a blade that rivals the heat of the sun itself, one that allowed the man to usurp the rule of Gods into his own hands. Riley focuses on making his blade elongate and instead of focusing on the flames, he tries to refine it
<Faustus|Rip> down into a sword made of sunlight.||
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> Riley flexes his power again, pushing towards the sword in his mind. Past the crude unrefined one he'd managed before. He has to push a little harder to manifest it, but once he does. The difference between this try and his last are immediately noticeable. It's shaped like a scimitar, with the same golden handle. But the blade is one of bright white hot
<ColdGold|GM> light. He feels POWER, and everything within a few feet of him begins to melt like candlewax. But then he feels his magic reserve /dip/, and his vision of the fight cuts back to normal just as he sees the Demon form a portal to drag the young girl into it. It closes behind them.
<ColdGold|GM> He remembers what happens when they capture you.
<ColdGold|GM> It seems he doesn't have enough in him to hold that blade for too long. With training he'd be able to. But now, the teacher's words echo in his ears.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> God dammit, he pulls the blade back to normal and flicks it closed. And she was probably the one he was rooting for the most, she had the right ideas when it came to fighting. He needs to get stronger, he needs to not end up like her, he needs to become someone that even these things feared, someone who won't die. There are so many ends for him, all dead,
<Faustus|Rip> and he doesn't want to end up as just a memory to some punk with glasses or some shit. The bleeding hearts over there might be his road to that, especially the woman, she's probably one of those people who like to pretend that charity actually does jack. Rip tries to keep himself from getting exhausted by leaping across rooftops to get to where the fighters
<Faustus|Rip> were before. He needs to learn.||
<ColdGold|GM> ...
<ColdGold|GM> Riley is able to pace himself fairly easily with short, concise, and quick hops.
<ColdGold|GM> There are some spots where he needs to be careful crossing, like where he spots a few demons pulling some poor woman into a car and closing the door behind them. Or when a feeling of dread so strong it almost makes him sick hits him. He can feel its origin somewhere to the north. In the opposite direction of his home thankfully.
<ColdGold|GM> He's able to make it to them unscathed and lands in a mess of property damage, and wounded broken people.
<ColdGold|GM> The Asian man's body is reformed, well mostly.
<ColdGold|GM> Up to just below his nose is fully reformed, but the flesh from the nose up is still raw and pink.
<ColdGold|GM> The indian woman is on her knees praying as a green force field surrounds wounded civilians. They appear to be sleeping, and their wounds are closing at a barely perceivable rate.
<ColdGold|GM> "Nafisa. Company." The man says in a gravely, rough voice as he swivels to look at Riley. Debris flies to surround him in the form of four trash and metal javelins form and point at Riley. His lidless, unblinking eyes stare at Riley. The woman, Nafisa, jumps to her feet and whirls on him, and her forcefield's drop. She whirls towards Riley and raises her
<ColdGold|GM> hands in a martial arts pose, her fists bathed in force fields. "Who are you? And what do you want to get us killed? You're not even /trying/ to conceal your aura." She says.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> God, wish he had got the owner's manual for these things. Seeing the woman healing the others, his mind flickers to another him that was obsessed with living forever, but simply learned how to prolong others. He kindled the flames within them, gave them that same breath of life Prometheus brought. He could do that. He snaps back immediately. "I'm Riley,
<Faustus|Rip> people call me Rip, and I fucking figured this out less than an hour ago give me a break." Riley tries to make the burning magic inside him less pronounced, like a shuttered lantern, or shade from the sun. "Better?"||
<-> Druza is now known as Druza|away
<ColdGold|GM> ((Social please))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6-1 It's been a long day
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "It's been a long day" [4] -1 = 3
<ColdGold|GM> "Rip?" The man asks. Nafisa's nose scrunches in distaste at the cursing and his presentation. Riley watches the man's flesh knit together from the nose up, in real time.
<ColdGold|GM> "Better. Keep it like that when you're not using it, or they'll be able to sniff you out like nothing. Especially if one of the greaters or lords gets a whiff of you."
<ColdGold|GM> Nafisa offers the advice, but she sounds cold as she does. She lowers her force fields, and the javelins drop into heaps though. They don't seem to like him much. But he had them pegged right. They weren't the type to fight for no reason.
<ColdGold|GM> She turns back to the civilians, and starts to heal them again. "You managed to survive your awakening kid, not many people do. Good job." The man says, as the top of head reforms and his hair starts to grow back. He turns to Nafisa.
<ColdGold|GM> "Leave them. We need to go after it and get Kim back." The man says.
<ColdGold|GM> "She's gone, Agus. We need to focus on people we can actually help." She replies, bitterly.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<Faustus|Rip> Looking through what he had known, Riley knows she's right. If he were a bleeding heart type, he might take pity and go after her to try and rescue her from her fate. He might have helped those girls at the school. He is not. "I can help a bit." It's not a wide range thing, he needs to find the flame in a person, someone who will not accept death. Someone
<Faustus|Rip> with a craving for life. Then, like a bellows to a furnace, he just needs to simply urge them to live. Using his magic, he tries to find a critically injured person to help. Get on their good side. "I want to say we'd be able to help her, but that just seems like a great way to get torn in half, or boiled alive, or frozen in the depths, or peeled and rolled
<Faustus|Rip> through glass, salt, and stomach acid." He shudders at the last memory.||
<ColdGold|GM> ((Social again please, flat d6))
<Faustus|Rip> $roll 1d6 No die today pls
<[ATM]> Faustus|Rip "No die today pls" [1]  = 1
<ColdGold|GM> Both of them give him knowing looks as he talks about what could happen to them if they followed.
<ColdGold|GM> He searches, and sees someone who matches the right criteria. A young child whose drawing in deep gasping breaths. Her eyes are gone, the sockets empty. There's blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and her nostrils. The shield Nafisa is making can't fix wounds like that apparently. It makes sense to him why, energy spread over a large area would
<ColdGold|GM> wear off faster. Weakening the strength to compensate was a good solution.
<ColdGold|GM> He pushes at her, stroking the flame, and the eyes balloon back into place. She draws in a greedy breath, her eyes widening in shock, before she falls to sleep.
<ColdGold|GM> "We can't afford to lose another member, and let that thing feed on her. It's dangerous but we won't do any good out here without her. Don't forget we're stronger there too." Agus says, determined to convince her.
<ColdGold|GM> They both watch him in interest as he goes about his deed. They seem impressed at his ability.
<ColdGold|GM> "It owns that place. We need more than just us if we're even going to try." Nafisa retorts.
<ColdGold|GM> "Okay let's go and navigate the city full of more demons than we've ever seen in one place before and find backup. I'm sure it'll only have been a few hundred years of torture for her in there by that point. If we even make it back here."
<ColdGold|GM> "Agus we. will. die." She says. Pausing between each word to drive it in.
<ColdGold|GM> He doesn't reply.
<ColdGold|GM> "After this I'm going to hide out for the night, and tomorrow I'm going to find the rest. We need to regroup, and plan."
<ColdGold|GM> The two don't seem to be including him in their argument.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
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<Faustus|Rip> Continuing fanning flames, Rip looks at Agus. "Don't be selfish. You kill yourself for one person and everyone else in this town is short another person trying to help." He really just doesn't want to lose someone who might help him. As he goes about his business, Rip tries to urge the flames to lick at the souls of those he heals that seem like they'd be
<Faustus|Rip> useful. His old self had been trying this, only perfecting it in old age, the requirements even more strict, the drive to live needed had to glow like a blacksmith's kiln. He can awaken them, prove he's useful, make them trust him.||
<ColdGold|GM> He sees a two who glow the way they need to. The ones who came from royalty like him. He doesn't need to move very far to approach them. They sleep nearby in the field of healing.
<ColdGold|GM> He tries to flex the knowledge but finds his reserves lacking the proper energy in them. He needs more than he has, and at his current level, even at his peak he'd be wiped for a while. Maybe even a few days.
<ColdGold|GM> He knows who they are though. If they make it. He has a feeling they will.
<ColdGold|GM> Agus looks at Nafisa and shakes his head. He turns to speak to Riley instead.
<ColdGold|GM> "I'm going to go, and you're going to stay with her. I can tell. But when you go with them you'll learn that the way they do things is the reason this mess is going on in the first place. And they wonder why there are so few great mages left." He scoffs and turns to swipe at the air. An opening like the one Riley had seen in the classroom opens. Agus' words
<ColdGold|GM> don't make a lot of sense to him.
<ColdGold|GM> "Agus don't you dare." Nafisa says, pleadingly looking back at him over his shoulder.
<ColdGold|GM> He only glances back at them, and offers Riley a "...good luck." Before stepping in and leaving them behind. The doorway remains open for a few more moments.
<ColdGold|GM> ||
<ColdGold|GM> ((After this post we'll pause cus it's about to be 6AM lol))
<Faustus|Rip> ((k))
<Faustus|Rip> Riley looks at Nafisa and continues healing those he can, remembering the ones he could try to awaken. "That's a shame." Placing a hand on an exceptionally wounded person, Rip points to one of the two bright points of light. "They can be awoken, and them." Cool shit, they're replacements. Agus didn't make much sense, but he knows why there aren't many more
<Faustus|Rip> great mages. They keep killing themselves if today is any indication. "If I were stronger, I could do that." That stings, that he has all the knowledge of that man but the ability eludes him, Ming can suck it but this guy wasn't the kind of person who died, he passed. It hurt just as much, a prisoner in his own body. He's not going to die. Ever.||
<ColdGold|GM> Nafisa narrows her eyes at him. "Good eye..." She wipes away a tear.
<ColdGold|GM> "Help me get them inside somewhere before another demon finds us out in the open. We'll talk somewhere quiet." She says, as she stands from a crouch and forms force fields under about six of the ten wounded to lift them into the air.
<ColdGold|GM> He makes note of the two. A young girl, around ten years old with pale freckled skin, and auburn hair. A large pointed piece of debris is lodged in her shoulder. The other is an adult man in his late 30's by the look of him. He doesn't have any visible wounds.
<ColdGold|GM> "Let's go..." She says gesturing as she turns to walk off.
<ColdGold|GM> ||Pause||
<-> ColdGold|GM is now known as ColdGold
<-> Faustus|Rip is now known as FaustAsleep
<ColdGold> Thanks for playing that was fun. I'll definitely continue it.
<ColdGold> Good night.