8:50 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((A Scrutinize check, please.))
8:50 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((a scrutinize is a social roll iirc?))
8:51 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Your choice of Social or Wits.))
8:51 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((wits then!))
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8:51 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6+1 scrutinize
8:51 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "scrutinize" [1] [4] +1 = 6
8:52 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((And a Computers roll, please.))
8:52 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6+1 computers
8:52 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "computers" [4] [2] +1 = 7
8:54 PM Faustus → FaustAndAbout
8:54 PM <~Antioch|GM> It's the morning after Eun's night out. When she heard Laura turn her key in the lock, she'd stashed Nikki's stolen phone and laptop behind her desktop tower to let her machine do the work overnight. By the time she wakes up, the computer and phone should both be spoofed and accessible via a virtual machine.
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8:56 PM <~Antioch|GM> Laura comes in close to three in the morning, looking as good as she always does, despite the late hour. Eun fixes her with a paranoid glance, trying to suss out pieces of evidence that would prove she's cheating on her.
8:58 PM <~Antioch|GM> Her hair isn't out of place, no visible bite marks, doesn't smell noticeably different, clothes still tidy. Sleepy-lidded, she changes into an overlarge T-shirt and faceplants into the bed.
8:58 PM <~Antioch|GM> "How was your night?" she murmurs, voice muffled by the pillow. ||
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9:01 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I keep staring for any other tell-tale signs of--well, anything really. Just because she came back looking proper doesn't mean anything. Maybe she changed in the car. Maybe she changed at her girlfriend's house. Or her boy--...
9:01 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> My hand tightens into a fist and I swallow. No. No, no probably not. Right?
9:03 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "It was...um. Good." I mumble, tucking my chin into my knees. The Star Wars t-shirt is worn  and too big for me but I love it so. "How was your...uh...game night? What, uh, what happened?"
9:04 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Maybe if I ask, I can glean some clues on who else she might be cheating on me with. Maybe.||
9:05 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Our session tonight was nuts," she says drowsily. "We crashed our /airship/ into a /dragon/."
9:05 PM <~Antioch|GM> She rolls over, raising both fists into the air, crashing them into each other.
9:06 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Psscchow." She explodes both fists when they collide.
9:06 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Stephen's character died. I leveled up /twice/." ||
9:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "S-stephan?" I stammer. I fall silent as my mind churns, fear and worry consuming me. Who's Stephan? I vaguely remember his name as being one of the people she roleplays with but what if she's got something more going on? What if he's one of her lovers? I--I knew she was bisexual but surely I'm at least good enough for her to not want to go back to men.
9:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Right?
9:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((*Stephen))
9:11 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "I, uh..." I start to say, before swallowing again, trying to rearrange my words to make them sound more pleasant, "I don't--..."
9:12 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "...."
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9:13 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "That's...nice...." I end up saying in the end. "I'm glad you had fun."
9:13 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "I just, uh, I ranked up in the leaderboards today. So that was fun..."
9:13 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
9:17 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Nice," she says, bumping Eun gently in the stomach with her fist. "PvP or clear time?"
9:17 PM <~Antioch|GM> She rolls over, curling up closer and closing her eyes. ||
9:20 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I stay quiet. Gonna research Stephan tomorrow. And any other potential lovers she's got. I...Maybe I can take a day off work. They like me quite a lot there. Or at least my ethic. "I...uh, I have a thing I have to do." I tell her. "Work's got me doing this project and I..well, I wanna finish it soon."
9:20 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I lean down to kiss her cheek. "I love you." I mumble. I wish you loved me too, I think.||
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9:21 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Love you too," she murmurs, wiggling into the crevice between two pillows. "G'luck with work." ||
9:25 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I nod and return to my computer. I start to look up names and addresses for a Kate. I am going to find her. And once I do...||
9:34 PM <~Antioch|GM> After Eun returns to her desk, Laura shifts and grabs one of the extra pillows to hug.
9:35 PM <~Antioch|GM> Finding Kate isn't even particularly difficult while waiting for the phone and computer to dupe. She finds Nikki on social media easily enough, and from there, locating Kate (Kate McAvoy, it seems) is easy.
9:36 PM <~Antioch|GM> No phone number or address, yet, but once her computer finishes its work, it should be a piece of cake.
9:37 PM <~Antioch|GM> Midway through Eun's research, Laura starts snoring. ||
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9:38 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Kate McAvoy. Hm. I narrow my eyes and stifle back a small yawn. I look back at Laura anxiously, wondering if I should do it now, or later...Well, something is pushing me to go *now*.
9:39 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> But before I leave, I do look at something. A small, exotic pet-shop that I'd bookmarked a few days into researching my powers. It's a shop specializing in spiders. Tarantulas specifically.
9:41 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I'm going to have to pay a visit to them before long I think. Just to, uh, test out my powers. See how far they can take me.
9:41 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "I love you," I whisper to Laura again as I change. Now to find Kate's place...||
9:43 PM Teller → Telloff
9:43 PM <~Antioch|GM> She spends some time browsing, waiting for the phone spoofer to wrap up. It doesn't take long, and she's idly tabbed through several in-town pet stores and the Indianapolis Zoo's official website. It's just past sunrise, and she can see the baby otters dozing on the zoo's featured livestream.
9:45 PM <~Antioch|GM> Soon enough, she has Kate's address in hand - some apartment complex north of downtown in Broad Ripple. Laura has kicked the covers off and sprawled out, hogging the entire bed. ||
9:47 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> There's...a lot I can use. I'm not sure I can stomach some of the things the animals have, though. Jellyfish are interesting. What if I could take the legs of a tarantula and append the tips of a jellyfish to them, for example? Or if I took the legs of an ostrich...?
9:47 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> No. No. I have to focus. I need to get to Kate's apartment.
9:49 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I change to Nikki and leave immediately. I want to get there before sunup.||
9:51 PM <~Antioch|GM> It's far enough away that she'll need to drive. The streets are near-empty, this early in the morning.
9:51 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Are you bringing the phone and laptop?))
9:52 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((sure!))
9:54 PM <~Antioch|GM> She can head there in her own car, or grab Nikki's. She still has the set of keys from yesterday – though operating a steering wheels with claws is more troublesome than anticipated. ||
9:56 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I decide...to head there in Nikki's car. I can't afford to be caught. I can't afford a slipup. Laura would probably get dragged into this.
9:57 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I know I'll mess up somewhere, so it's best to mitigate as much damage as I can...
9:57 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I'll just be more careful driving with my claws. That's all.||
9:59 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Awareness, please.))
9:59 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 wits
9:59 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [4] +1 = 5
10:05 PM <~Antioch|GM> Despite the early hour, there's someone outside the apartment. A woman with a bob cut of black hair, nursing a clear plastic cup of iced coffee in both hands. She watches Eun pull into the apartment complex and goes back to sipping her coffee.
10:05 PM <~Antioch|GM> ||
10:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I anxiously look at her, keeping my hands balled. I'm suspicious of her, a little bit. She shouldn't be out this late. I shouldn't be, either, but I dismiss that.
10:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I scrutinize her to see if I can get any information...
10:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6-1 social
10:09 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "social" [5] [3] -1 = 7
10:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((h))
10:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((why))
10:10 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
10:10 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Wits is also applicable here. Would be a 6, in that case, whereas Social is a 4, but the information yielded via different methodologies will also differ.))
10:10 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((alright! let's go with wits then..))
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10:16 PM <~Antioch|GM> The woman has a sharp and prominent facial structure, and doesn't appear to have any make-up on. Her coffee is light, with plenty of cream added, and she looks rather awake for the time of day. It seems she's waiting for something, though it's not clear what. She eyes Eun's car with some interest. ||
10:17 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> That...that makes me nervous. Should I go, should I stay?
10:17 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> She might *know*.
10:22 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> My Monster will not let me simply leave, though, sad as it is to say. I get out of the car, waiting to see if she will approach. If she comes towards me, if she is suspicious...I don't know what I will do. Fight? Run? My Monster wants me to fight but she doesn't seem to be involved in this at all.
10:22 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
10:30 PM <~Antioch|GM> She turns as Eun parks, then tilts her head, eyes perking up. She heads over towards her, ambling over at a leisurely pace. ||
10:35 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I freeze as she approaches me, my mind a blank. No. Stay? Go? Fight? Run? My hands are trembling as I tuck them behind myself and spin around. "Uh. Hello." I say, unable to say much else. "Um. Are you, uh, who I needed to talk to? About, um, the attack?"
10:35 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Fuck.
10:35 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
10:35 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Social, please.))
10:35 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 socialplz
10:35 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "socialplz" [5] -1 = 4
10:36 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Uhh," the woman says, waving her hand in front of Eun's face. "Attack? You okay? You don't recognize me? Emily?"
10:36 PM <~Antioch|GM> Her brow furrows. "I thought you drove a different car." ||
10:36 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((i did take her car tho))
10:37 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((I thought you were going to Nikki's apartment complex to take her car to Kate's, to avoid suspicion. IIRC, you walked / stalked home yesterday.))
10:38 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((OH. that makes sense))
10:38 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Sorry for the miscommunication. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to alter in light of that.))
10:42 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "E-emily?" I stammer. I try to think back. "Sorry. Yeah. Uh, I, yeah. Mark told you, huh?"
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10:50 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "I. Uh. This is a flatmate's car. I--I left my keys at--at the club after I got attacked, and I, uhm, totally forgot about them until later. So I borrowed her car and, uh...now I have my keys back."
10:50 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "Thanks for waiting, um, around for me..." I add in a soft mumble.||
10:51 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Social, please.))
10:51 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 plz
10:51 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "plz" [1] -1 = 0
10:51 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Athletics and Brawn, please.))
10:53 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 brawn
10:53 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "brawn" [3] -1 = 2
10:53 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 ath
10:53 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "ath" [2] +1 = 3
10:55 PM <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 AS
10:55 PM <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "AS" [3] +1 = 4
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10:59 PM <~Antioch|GM> The woman darts forward with little warning, cinching her arms tight against her sides, keeping her hands pinned behind her back. Despite her attempt to wriggle out of the hold, the woman has good leverage, and she presses Eun up against her car.
11:01 PM <~Antioch|GM> "I am PRT Special Investigator St. Martin," the woman says, her tone shifting to something more clipped and terse. "Parahuman temporary alias 'No-Face', you are under arrest for the assault and impersonation of a civilian with a parahuman ability."
11:03 PM <~Antioch|GM> Her back to the car, Eun can see two other cars in the lot open their doors. A heavyset black man in a white button-down, looking to be in his mid-forties, steps out of one, while a blonde-haired man in tinted sunglasses steps out of another. The latter has his hand on a firearm holstered on his hip, though he hasn't yet drawn it. ||
11:04 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
11:04 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> This is bad. This is bad.
11:07 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "I'm sorry!" I whimper quietly. I have to do something. My eyes dart around. I try to wrest myself from her grip desperately. "I, uhm, don't want to hurt you!"
11:08 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 athGETMEOUTTAHERE
11:08 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "athGETMEOUTTAHERE" [6] +1 = 7
11:09 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
11:09 PM <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 AS
11:09 PM <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "AS" [5] +1 = 6
11:11 PM <~Antioch|GM> She's able to force her way out of the Investigator's grip. As she does so, the blonde man draws his firearm, leveling it at her.
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11:11 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Hands where I can see them," he commands. "Get down on your knees and don't move."
11:12 PM <~Antioch|GM> The woman she's escaped from backs away, rubbing at her shoulders, clearly surprised with Eun's strength. ||
11:13 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 whatdo
11:13 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "whatdo" [6] +1 = 7
11:13 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((What's that roll?))
11:13 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((fighting back against Monster. doing things she might not otherwise do))
11:13 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((just uh a flavor thing you can ignore haha. i can also stop))
11:14 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Ah, I see. No, I like that. Just tag them for me so I know what's up.))
11:14 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((gotcha))
11:16 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I start to sink down to my knees, raising my hands above my head. My Monster screams wildly at me. KILL THEM. KILL THEM.
11:18 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I can't kill, though. I'm too terrified, both for myself and for Laura. She can't see me like this. I don't want to kill. But I don't want to be imprisoned. Laura can't see me as this disgusting thing with murderous thoughts. The thing that maimed a girl.
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11:28 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> My mind flickers through all of the little rules I'd set for myself. Support the PRT. Do not kill. Always respond to a call for help. Do not commit a crime.
11:30 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Do not use these powers selfishly.
11:31 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I bow my head and prepare for the worst.
11:31 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
11:31 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((FUCK IT))
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11:39 PM <~Antioch|GM> Her thoughts consume her, and she's barely cognizant as the officer starts to read her rights. The blonde walks up, cuffs in hand.
11:39 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Turn around," he orders. "Hands behind your back." ||
11:40 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I start to turn, my head hanging. I keep my head low. I--...
11:40 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> The car is still there. I'm right there.
11:40 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Maybe.
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11:41 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I spin around, move to shove the closest person away, taking care not to scratch them. I'll try to get in my car after that and GO.
11:42 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> Nothing in my life has ever gone right, except for with Laura. Please.||
11:42 PM <~Antioch|GM> ((Athletics, Brawn, and Dexterity, please.))
11:42 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 ath
11:42 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "ath" [1] +1 = 2
11:42 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((GOD))
11:43 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6 brawn
11:43 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "brawn" [1]  = 1
11:43 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 dex
11:43 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "dex" [4] +1 = 5
11:44 PM <~Antioch|GM> She's far too slow to react -- when she moves, the man pins her bodily against the car door, and she struggles fruitlessly against his weight.
11:44 PM <~Antioch|GM> Her arms, at the very least, are free to act, no longer stuck behind her. ||
11:45 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> KILL. KILL. HURT.
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11:47 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I claw at him desperately, trying to get him off of me. My breath is short and panicked. I will have my minion steal his--his eyes? For now? If he's blind, temporary as it is, he won't see me. I can run. I can escape.
11:47 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ||
11:48 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 dex
11:48 PM <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "dex" [1] +1 = 2
11:48 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> ((amazing))
11:48 PM <~Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+1 BD
11:48 PM <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "BD" [3] (2) +1 = 4
11:49 PM <~Antioch|GM> He leaps back, wary of the claws, relinquishing his grip on her.
11:51 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Look," the female investigator says, holding her palms out, "we don't want to make this into a fight. You don't want that, I don't want that."
11:52 PM <~Antioch|GM> "Come with us. It's your best chance to sort things out."
11:52 PM <~Antioch|GM> The man who'd been trying to cuff her has his gun to the side, pointed towards the ground but still drawn. ||
11:55 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "I--I didn't want to h-hurt her. I--I just w-wanted to--to...find someone," I mumble, almost hyperventilating.  I'm terrified, honestly, and it probably shows.
11:55 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I'm honestly babbling right now.
11:56 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> "It--it doesn't even last that long, I--I don't, I know, she--she'll be back to normal, I promise, I'm a freak, I'm s-sorry. I-I want to help people, I j-just..."
11:59 PM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I think back to Laura. What would she do if she knew what I really was. "I-I, uh, I can't come, I can't do this, I'm s-so sorry!"
Wednesday, July 5th, 2017
12:00 AM <+Lysa|Kumiho> I scrabble to get into the car quickly, probably scratching the paint in my hurry to get away. I'm going to try and drive away if I can.||
12:08 AM FaustAndAbout → Faustus
12:19 AM <~Antioch|GM> None of the three move to stop her from getting into the car, nor from cranking the engine. It's clear to see why, as she instinctively glances into the rear view mirror – a PRT squad car has pulled into the apartment parking lot. ||
12:19 AM <~Antioch|GM> |||
20:25 <Lysa|Kumiho> Oh god. They've pinned me in. This was a setup the entire time. They know that I'm a fraud. That my true self is Ugly. My mind whirrs, half-formed ideas and plans shaping and dropping in my mind. The common denominator, though, the same thought, keeps appearing in my mind. I just wanted to be pretty for once.
20:26 <Lysa|Kumiho> I scan the area for other potential threats. Are there other cars? Am I too blockaded to get out? I don't want to ditch this car--it's got my license plate and I can be tracked down from there--or maybe I can, if I pretend that it was stolen.
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20:26 <Lysa|Kumiho> I don't know what to do, and that is terrifying.||
20:27 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((may i apply tactics to formulating a plan? she has 3 tactics))
20:27 <~Antioch|GM> ((Go for it. I'll also give you a spatially-focused description of your surroundings.))
20:28 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((is it a 1d6+3? because wits bonus, know bonus and tactics bonus))
20:29 <~Antioch|GM> ((I believe it is a 2h6+1.))
20:29 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2h6+1
20:29 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho (1) [6] +1 = 7
20:32 <~Antioch|GM> The front of her car is blockaded by a concrete curb, roughly a foot and a half of mulch, a weedy-looking decorative bush, and a wooden fence.
20:34 <~Antioch|GM> On the opposite side of the fence, there's a gas station and convenience store, with several yards of what is presumably open, unoccupied asphalt, obscured by the fence. Gas prices are $3.29.
20:35 <~Antioch|GM> To the left, there's an ugly brown sedan more than a decade old, with a drab and aging paint job to match, while a bulky grey SUV occupies the parking space to her right.
20:35 <~Antioch|GM> The squad car has pulled in in a manner that leaves roughly three feet of clearance between her rear bumper and the car itself – nowhere near enough to reverse out.
20:36 <~Antioch|GM> The female investigator is no longer anywhere to be seen, while the heavyset, aged black man lingers far to the back, using a white coupe as cover.
20:39 <~Antioch|GM> The squad car is a large, armored van nine to ten feet in height, with a flat roof and a porthole in the ceiling, where one squaddie peeks out, semi-reflective polarized mask gleaming dully in the dawn's light.
20:41 <~Antioch|GM> From her rear-view mirrors, she can see the passenger window of the van, tinted dark enough that she can't make out the driver, nor if there's a passenger.
20:42 <~Antioch|GM> Meanwhile, the apartment complex itself has railed, overhanging balconies – climbable, in her long-armed, featureless form, particularly with a boost from vaulting over one of the parked cars, and the fence is as well. ||
20:46 <Lysa|Kumiho> They probably expect me to give up. I can't. I can't help the crawling feeling that something is wrong about the woman not being there though. Maybe she's on the roof or in the van. I don't know.
20:47 <Lysa|Kumiho> As long as I can destroy my license plate in some way, I might be alright.
20:48 <Lysa|Kumiho> There's something within me that tells me I can do something. My Monster, telling me what I can do, if I will not stay and kill. I can at least try it.
20:49 <Lysa|Kumiho> I begin to shed all the parts of Nikki off of me, allowing the disgusting oozing minions to crawl out of my body.
20:52 <Lysa|Kumiho> I pick some up and open the car door, wincing as I once more see my too-long, too-slender arm. I will try to hurl them at the side windows and into the face of the PRT squaddie to temporarily blind them and keep them from seeing me before I gun the fence.
20:53 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||
20:57 <~Antioch|GM> ((A Wits check, two Dexterity checks, and two Athletics checks.))
20:57 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 2d3 Ooze
20:57 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "Ooze" [1] [2]  = 3
20:58 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 wits
20:58 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [3] +1 = 4
20:58 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1x2 dex
20:58 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "dex" [1] +1 = 2  ::  [1] +1 = 2
20:58 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1x2 ath
20:58 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "ath" [5] +1 = 6  ::  [2] +1 = 3
20:59 <~Antioch|GM> Sloughing off the stolen features is quick, too quick – they melt off of her like they never belonged on her in the first place.
21:00 <~Antioch|GM> Flinging open the door with one hand and lobbing the oozes she's able to scoop up in the other, she moves fast, leaving no time for hesitation as someone barks out orders.
21:01 <~Antioch|GM> She can hear the faint -thwplch- of the oozes splattering against the van, but doesn't look back as she grabs the top of the fence with slender, elongated arms, hauling herself over it with some difficulty.
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21:12 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6
21:12 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM [1]  = 1
21:14 <~Antioch|GM> There's a whizzing sound and a blossoming of pain in her lower leg, but her arms are all she needs to vault the fence.
21:14 <~Antioch|GM> There's an older man and a ragged-looking dog sitting on the stoop of the gas station convenience store, two cars parked near the store's entrance.
21:16 <~Antioch|GM> The street is to her right and forward, through the corner gas station. To her left, a different fence, this one chain-link and rusted, more apartments or condos behind it. ||
21:21 <Lysa|Kumiho> I am distressed about losing that car. It was a bit of a junker, admittedly, but the first one that Laura and I bought together. And we were still paying for that loan. But--no. I need to figure out how to get out of here, now. I can focus on the other things after.
21:22 <Lysa|Kumiho> My eyes dart to the man. I wonder if I can--no, /no/ there would not be enough time.
21:25 <Lysa|Kumiho> And aside from that, there's the matter of my leg. Did they put a tracker there? Something?
21:25 <Lysa|Kumiho> I try to recall the streets that I drove past on my way here. Would it be easier for them if I went left, or right? Would I run into them again if I went left? Could I break into people's apartments and reconstitute myself into a different person if I went to the right?||
21:25 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((i'm gonna roll know if that's cool?))
21:25 <~Antioch|GM> ((Go for it.))
21:26 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 whereto
21:26 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "whereto" [5] +1 = 6
21:26 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||
21:26 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((*them to catch me))
21:26 <~Antioch|GM> ((Roll a Knowledge and two Wits, please.))
21:27 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 know
21:27 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "know" [4] +1 = 5
21:27 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1x2 wits
21:27 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [4] +1 = 5  ::  [1] +1 = 2
21:29 <~Antioch|GM> First, the matter of the leg, as she scans hurriedly for escape routes.
21:31 <~Antioch|GM> By touch, it feels like a rapidly bruising welt from a rubber bullet or similar, but as she tests it for feeling, she feels something hard and certainly not organic – a subdermal chip, by her best guess.
21:32 <~Antioch|GM> From what she knows about this particular type of hardware, it's range-limited – the wireless communicator and receivers on something this tiny can't be that powerful, unless, of course, they're Tinkertech, whereupon everything's off the table.
21:32 <~Antioch|GM> All the same, gouging it out of her leg would solve that problem, even if it'd slow her down in both the long and short term.
21:34 <~Antioch|GM> The apartments, at first glance, look more promising – more barriers to put between her and the PRT car, more people to lose herself in, potentially, whereas taking to the streets would allow the PRT to take full advantage of their wheels and her lack thereof. ||
21:35 <Lysa|Kumiho> I look at the man, and then at the thing in my leg. I could probably...use him as a distraction.
21:45 <Lysa|Kumiho> I will rush at the man, hoping my freakish appearance is enough to scare him and his dog away.
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21:46 <Lysa|Kumiho> My claws will be extended, I will--I will force myself to say whatever I need to say to get him to run. If he runs, I'll then tear the tracker out of my leg and put it where they were.
21:48 <Lysa|Kumiho> And then I'll make my escape and pray that they are fooled for long enough. I crouch down, making sure my claws are as wicked and sharp as I can make them look. I practice what I will say in my head. I let my Monster influence some of my words.||
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21:49 <~Antioch|GM> ((Intimidate, please. Take a +2 for looking monstrous.))
21:49 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((but a -1 for social general bonus correct?))
21:50 <~Antioch|GM> ((Yeah.))
21:50 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 intimidate
21:50 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "intimidate" [3] +1 = 4
21:50 FaustAndAbout → Faustus
21:51 <~Antioch|GM> What comes most naturally is a guttural hiss, and it's something that she can't botch or stutter through.
21:52 <~Antioch|GM> The man stumbles to his feet, eyes wide, while the dog growls, hackles raised, then backs down and bolts.
21:52 <~Antioch|GM> ((Wits))
21:52 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 wits
21:52 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [1] +1 = 2
21:53 <~Antioch|GM> ||
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22:22 <Lysa|Kumiho> "I WILL DEVOUR YOU. I WILL CONSUME YOU." I hiss-whisper, trying my absolute best not to psyche myself out.
22:22 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 gutsvmonster
22:22 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "gutsvmonster" [4] +1 = 5
22:23 <Lysa|Kumiho> I can feel my Monster rise to the task. It truly wants to do what I am simply threaten. But I am able to hold it temporarily at bay. I will, soon. I promise myself.
22:24 <Lysa|Kumiho> "I WILL DRAG YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES SCREAMING INTO THE DARKNESS."
22:24 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||
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22:27 <~Antioch|GM> The man decides that he has no time in his day for this sort of bullshit, hand still on the leash and hot on the heels of his fleeing dog.
22:28 <~Antioch|GM> A splintering commotion from behind indicates that the PRT troopers have dealt with the fence the quickest way – booting through it. ||
22:28 <Lysa|Kumiho> Oh no, I thought I had more time.
22:29 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((do i know if they've broken through it completely?))
22:29 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((yet?))
22:30 <~Antioch|GM> ((Nope. You could turn around to check - at this point you're just going off of sounds.))
22:30 <Lysa|Kumiho> I spin around quickly then. One quick check. If they've already broken through, I'll have to abandon my plan to tear out the tracker.
22:32 <Lysa|Kumiho> I'll need the speed. If they haven't quite broken through yet--I might still be able to at least rip the tracker out of my leg and shift back to my true self.||
22:38 <~Antioch|GM> Nikki's clothes hang loosely off of the monster's gaunt frame, swishing as she whirls around to check the fence.
22:38 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6+1 SB
22:38 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "SB" [3] +1 = 4
22:38 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d6 SB
22:38 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "SB" [3]  = 3
22:39 <~Antioch|GM> Two consecutive impacts rattle the fence, and she sees the wood splinter aside where it's already been damaged by a well-placed cutting tool.
22:41 <~Antioch|GM> Unlike the squaddie she'd seen earlier, the mask of the one she sees through the newly-made fence hole has three lenses, one on either eye and one on the forehead, blue-tinted, the last looking oddly like a third eye. ||
22:41 <~Antioch|GM> ((They aren't through, but they have line of sight.))
22:42 <Lysa|Kumiho> I freeze. This is a cape, isn't it? This is a cape.Thisisacapethisisacapethisisa--
22:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> I don't think I can take a cape on. Not as this ugly, disgusting form.
22:44 <Lysa|Kumiho> I tear across the parking lot and try to scale the chainlink fence to the other apartments.
22:46 <Lysa|Kumiho> There's no time to remove the tracker, clearly, but if I can shake them, even for a moment, I might be able to get away. If the cape corners me--I--
22:46 <Lysa|Kumiho> I suppose there's no choice but to fight.||
22:47 <~Antioch|GM> ((Two Athletics rolls, please. Dodge will apply for the latter.))
22:47 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 ath
22:47 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "ath" [4] +1 = 5
22:47 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 dodge?
22:47 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "dodge?" [2] +1 = 3
22:47 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 2h6+2 SDTA
22:47 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM "SDTA" [4] (2) +2 = 6
22:47 <~Antioch|GM> $lesser shock
22:47 <+[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 1] Disoriented: -2 to Wits checks.  If recently shocked, wounded is effectively blinded and deafened for one round.
22:48 <~Antioch|GM> As she climbs the fence as quickly as she can, another round strikes her in the back. Electricity runs through her body, and her vision goes white for a short but significant moment. ||
22:49 <Lysa|Kumiho> When I come to, I realize I am screaming, my voice harsh and disgustingly hideous to my ears.
22:50 <Lysa|Kumiho> This is the worst pain I've ever felt in my life. I was--no, I *am* a computer programmer, I am not used to this kind of pain and will probably never be. I stagger and stumble as I try to reorient myself. Did I at least cross the fence?
22:50 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||
22:52 <~Antioch|GM> She finds herself upright and still moving forward, long loping legs carrying her farther and farther. Whatever she is, whatever she was, this thing she's become is stronger than that. Her vision, still hazy at the edges, begins to bleed back.
22:53 <~Antioch|GM> Miniature grill. Potted peace lily. Glass patio table. Brick wall. Grass. Curb. Long legs cover great distance with every stride. ||
22:54 <Lysa|Kumiho> I manage to shake myself into moving. Keep moving forwards. I keep urging this ugly body on. Go.
22:55 <Lysa|Kumiho> As I move, I reach behind me to touch my back, where I was shocked. Is whatever it was still there? Please, please please *don't* be there!||
22:56 <~Antioch|GM> ((Knowledge (Craft-Weapons), Wits, Wits (Awareness).))
22:56 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 know
22:56 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "know" [4] +1 = 5
22:56 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 Wits
22:56 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "Wits" [1] -1 = 0
22:57 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 wits2
22:57 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits2" [1] -1 = 0
22:58 <~Antioch|GM> She reaches around to the small of her back with a too-long arm, tugging out a two-pronged 'arrowhead' with wispy, frayed filament trailing from the end.
22:59 <~Antioch|GM> Where are they? The PRT, the cape, whoever else. They must be closing the gap, tightening the noose. Every shadow threatens to hold a PRT trooper pointing a foam sprayer nozzle right into her face. ||
23:00 <Lysa|Kumiho> I'm panicking. The tracker, the arrowhead. I should have turned around. I should have stayed, should have *fought*. That is what my Monster would have wanted me to do.
23:02 <Lysa|Kumiho> Being on the rooftops will give me a better view from above. I can't *stay* down here, not where I might get *caught* and taken away from *Laura*.
23:02 <Lysa|Kumiho> I shy away from the shadows as I do. Oh, god, why did I go to her fucking apartment?
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23:04 <Lysa|Kumiho> I start to ascend up to the rooftops. From there, I can--I don't know. I do remember, though, that group Laura sometimes talked about, the group near our University called the Successors. Maybe...maybe I can seek help from them? I don't know. They would probably hate me for intruding on them and bringing the PRT to their doorstep.||
23:07 <~Antioch|GM> ((Athletics - Acrobatics, Knowledge - Street Smarts))
23:07 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 ath
23:07 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "ath" [5] +1 = 6
23:07 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 know
23:07 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "know" [6] +1 = 7
23:10 <~Antioch|GM> She launches herself up balcony after balcony, landing crouched on the rooftop five stories above, out of breath but able to snatch a moment to catch it.
23:11 <~Antioch|GM> The Successors... she remembers a decent bit about them, both from Laura's chat about the cape activist group and its LGBT-centered campus club and online discussion.
23:13 <~Antioch|GM> Unless she happens to stand for a cause they can rally around – and let them know, as well – she doubts she'll get any help from them.
23:13 <~Antioch|GM> ((Wits))
23:13 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1
23:13 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho [6] -1 = 5
23:13 Faustus → Faustus|Wendel, ColdGold → CG|Bethany
23:17 <~Antioch|GM> She can, from her vantage point, spy multiple things. A flying, winged cape approaching her position on the roof from the north, and three troopers approaching on the ground. She can spot the squad car, too, rounding the corner the gas station is on. ||
23:17 <Lysa|Kumiho> Why are they so interested in me?! Why, why, why?
23:18 Faustus|Wendel → Faustus|Cat
23:21 <Lysa|Kumiho> And then--ah. The flash of insight hits me immediately. It must be because I am an ugly freak. Just like when they tried to take Laura away from me. The knowledge of this calms me a little as I examine the options, examine what I can *do*. The winged cape must be Axis. The beautiful one, the popular one. I am terrified that she will look at me like everyone else has, like I am a bug beneath her shoe.
23:23 <Lysa|Kumiho> So she knows where I am. It must be the tracker still stuck in my damn leg.
23:27 <Lysa|Kumiho> I keep moving across the rooftops, aiming to find a place where people cannot reach me easily. A construction site, something like that. I'll hopefully be able to evade them. And then her. Maybe I can break a window in an apartment and--take someone's face.||
23:29 <~Antioch|GM> ((Knowledge – Tactics))
23:29 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1
23:29 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho [1] +1 = 2
23:32 <~Antioch|GM> Only the apartment complex is within immediate traveling distance. Finding one that's occupied is a coin toss. ||
23:33 <Lysa|Kumiho> I go there anyway. I don't know if it'll work or not, or what that will *say* about me when--no, no not when, *if*
23:33 <Lysa|Kumiho> they catch me.
23:33 <Lysa|Kumiho> I just want to get away. I want to go back to Laura. I want to go home.||
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23:35 <~Antioch|GM> She flips herself off the roof, picks the closest, easiest balcony. Sliding screen door, plate glass. Locked. A few neglected potted plants, withering away in the summer heat. ||
23:36 <Lysa|Kumiho> I rattle the door, breathy with fear. Do not commit a crime.
23:37 <Lysa|Kumiho> Right. There doesn't look to be anyone inside. Nobody to steal from, maybe. I'll go to the next balcony, hopefully that's better.||
23:37 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d10
23:37 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM [8]  = 8
23:38 <~Antioch|GM> No blinds, this time. No people in sight inside, but a computer left on its screensaver hints at occupancy.
23:40 <~Antioch|GM> The living room behind the door is a cluttered mess, chip bags and plastic cutlery scattered on every surface.
23:40 <~Antioch|GM> Still locked. ||
23:40 <Lysa|Kumiho> "..."
23:40 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 gutsvmonster
23:40 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "gutsvmonster" [3] +1 = 4
23:41 <Lysa|Kumiho> I find myself breaking the window open before pulling back. No, no wait.
23:41 <Lysa|Kumiho> I shouldn't.
23:41 <Lysa|Kumiho> There's another idea.
23:42 <Lysa|Kumiho> I dig my fingers into my thigh and yank the tracker out, opening the door at the same time. Then I toss it inside as far in as I can.
23:42 <Lysa|Kumiho> They might think I'm in there, or they might not.
23:42 <~Antioch|GM> ((The door is locked!))
23:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((*Breaking the sliding door wow))
23:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((so she breaks open the pane to make her look like she's going in, then she throws the tracker into that hot mess of garbage))
23:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((and then maybe they think she's in there :3
23:43 <~Antioch|GM> ((Guts, Brawn, Dex))
23:44 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 guts
23:44 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "guts" [2] +1 = 3
23:44 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6 brawn
23:44 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "brawn" [4]  = 4
23:44 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6+1 dex
23:44 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "dex" [3] +1 = 4
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23:46 <~Antioch|GM> $lesser rend
23:46 <+[ATM]> [Leg] [Any 1] Tear: One quality granted by armor removed as costume damaged, easily repairable.
23:46 <~Antioch|GM> $lesser cut
23:46 <+[ATM]> [Torso] [Any 2] Slashed: Inflicts SCAR.
23:48 <~Antioch|GM> She can't suppress the whimper as she gouges a chunk of flesh out of her lower calf, with no time to waste on precision, then puts her other clawed fist through the glass door, making a large enough hole for her to feasibly enter through, glass flying every which way, nicking her as she demolishes the door messily.
23:55 <~Antioch|GM> The space above the garbage and clutter warps and bulges for a disturbing fraction of a second, then coughs out a girl in what looks to be her late teens, wearing a tailored suit.
23:55 <~Antioch|GM> She picks up the chunk of thrown flesh between two pinched fingers, making a face of disgust.
23:56 <~Antioch|GM> "Oh, sick," she says, unmasked face scrunched up in disgust. She turns to Eun. "You don't look so hot, friendo." ||
23:59 <Lysa|Kumiho> Even a vaguely friendly face is like ambrosia to me by now. I can't help but burble out, "I'm--I'm uh, so sorry. I'll, uh, pay for the door, uh, I *promise*."
Sunday, July 9th, 2017
00:00 <Lysa|Kumiho> "Please, uh, keep--keep that. Just keep, um, keep Axis busy. I'll find you, uh, again and pay you back."
00:01 <Lysa|Kumiho> I keep my eyes wary, alert. The Tinker could be coming in at literally any moment. I didn't jump far. I don't think. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease...||
00:03 <~Antioch|GM> "Huh?" the girl asks, tossing the chunk of flesh into the air. It vanishes at its apex.
00:04 <~Antioch|GM> "Buddy, /you/ should be the one doing /me/ a favor," she says, jabbing a thumb at her chest.
00:04 <~Antioch|GM> "You know how high they're gonna jack up Stranger protocols 'cause-a your crazy ass?" ||
00:05 <Lysa|Kumiho> "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm so, so, sorry." I say, or rather whimper. "I--I didn't mean to, I, they--..."
00:07 <Lysa|Kumiho> The breath catches in my throat. I ready my claws. My monster sings to me, eager in my blood. "W-wait, um, do--are you PRT?"
00:07 <Lysa|Kumiho> She would probably lie but--maybe if I scrutinize her I will see properly. "I--I don't, um. I don't want to go to jail, uh, for this."||
00:08 <~Antioch|GM> "Are you off your fucking nut?" she guffaws. "Would there be a point in having this conversation if I were?"
00:11 <~Antioch|GM> "Look, I'll make it real easy, so clear the wax outta your ears, got it? You're not one fifty-threes, are you? Amnesia, horseshoe brand on your ass, tick any boxes for you?"
00:12 <~Antioch|GM> She cocks a hand on her hip, tapping a heeled foot in the midst of the chip bags and garbage. ||
00:12 <~Antioch|GM> * one of those fifty-threes
00:14 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((should i know this person? >_> and may i make a scrutinize check))
00:14 <~Antioch|GM> ((I don't think you would know this person, but feel free to make a scrutinize check, with a specific request for what you're scrutinizing for.))
00:15 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6-1 lie detection
00:15 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "lie detection" [6] [1] -1 = 6
00:16 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((*h6, why))
00:16 soulpelt| → soulpelt|sleep
00:19 <~Antioch|GM> ((She doesn't appear to be lying.))
00:21 <Lysa|Kumiho> I shake my head. She doesn't seem like she's lying, but the fear still seeps through me. I can't stop it. "No, no, but I, uh, I shouldn't, um, I should be, uh, before they come to this room and, um..." I stammer as I start backing out. My gouged leg shakes as I put pressure on it and I wince.
00:21 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||
00:25 <~Antioch|GM> She punts the clod of empty Doritos bags and they flutter into the air before they're swallowed into nothingness, air distorting as they vanish.
00:27 <~Antioch|GM> Walking over to Eun, she gets close enough to her, less than a monstrous armspan away. Well within clawing reach.
00:27 <~Antioch|GM> "I," she says, bowing with a flourish, "can make you disappear."
00:28 <~Antioch|GM> She snaps her fingers on 'disappear'.
00:29 <~Antioch|GM> "I'm your golden ticket outta this mess. Your -only- ticket."
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00:29 <~Antioch|GM> She winks, tapping the side of her nose. "It'll cost ya." ||
00:33 <Lysa|Kumiho> I flinch instinctively as she steps closer to me. She is shorter than me by quite a bit, especially as I *am* but her appearance is actually nice and her demeanor much calmer and superior to mine. My eyes fall to the ground. There is no other way out of this, is there?
00:33 <Lysa|Kumiho> I want to see Laura again.
00:36 <Lysa|Kumiho> I flinch as she snaps her fingers but fall to my knees, a pathetic and begging little worm in comparison to her confident and assured self. "Y-yes, um, yes, I'll do anything." I stammer, choking as the events of the night begin to catch up to me. "I'll do anything, s-so please, um, *please* help me."||
00:42 <~Antioch|GM> "To be precise, it'll cost ya one of those slick new three-lens masks the PRT troopers are wearing." ||
00:42 <~Antioch|GM> ((Want to pause here?))
00:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> "Y-you..." I stammer, "You want me t-to fight them?"
00:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((sure if you're tired))
00:43 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||
00:45 Antioch|GM → ~Antioch
00:46 → Yumgar joined  ⇐ Dolyn, Jovial, OptimusRhyme and pinkmobile quit  ↔ Druza, Camtist, Wellwick and JustLurking popped in  ↔ Saff, Turncoat, Divock, ColdGold (was CG|Bethany), CaptNameless, soulpelt| (was soulpelt|sleep), Teller|GM and Lysa (was Lysa|Kumiho) nipped out  •  Nonagon|PC_ → Nonagon|PC, Tha|Asworstos → Tha|Asworstos, Pink|H → Pink|H, vanderhuge → vanderhuge, Faustus|Cat → Faustus
Monday, July 10th, 2017
00:02 → pinkmobile joined  •  soulpelt| → soulpelt|sleep
00:26 → Dolyn joined  ⇐ CaptNameless, pinkmobile and Yumgar quit  ↔ Druza, Wellwick, Camtist, ixi_, Woden and Nonagon|PC_ popped in  ↔ Turncoat, Saff, ixi, ColdGold|GM (was ColdGold), Teller|Hops (was Teller|GM), Nonagon|PC and Lysa|Kumiho (was Lysa) nipped out  •  Pink|H → Pink, soulpelt|sleep → soulpelt|, Divock → Divock|Hush, Faustus → FaustIgnatius, Tha|Asworstos → Thalia
19:40 Antioch → ~Antioch|GM
19:42 <~Antioch|GM> "All I'm telling you is the cost of admission," she says, scrunching her nose as her kicking around on the garbage-laden floor uncovers a ceramic bowl of days-old cereal, milk curdled. "Do whatever." ||
19:45 <Lysa|Kumiho> I nod. Oh god, what do I do. "Do--uh, do you, um, do I--..."
19:46 <Lysa|Kumiho> Would they be combing the building by now? Would they be coming up the stairs? Maybe, if I can get one of them alone...
19:46 <Lysa|Kumiho> Away from the adrenaline rush of running, I'm exhausted. I think that if I transformed back into my regular self I would be falling asleep.
19:47 <Lysa|Kumiho> "Could--could I...uh, *maybe* get your, uh...your help?" I ask timidly.||
19:52 <~Antioch|GM> "Could you? Maybe," she shrugs.
19:53 <~Antioch|GM> "Will you?" She rests her palm on her chin and the side of her face, squishing it slightly.
19:53 <~Antioch|GM> "Nah." ||
19:55 <Lysa|Kumiho> "I--I, uh. I mean...they, uhm, they're looking for just me. They, uh, they don't--they probably don't know who I am, if, uh, if I can change all my parts. Um, if you pretended to be, uh, one of the residents here, and, uh, you claimed t-that, uh. I ran through here and tried to leave, they--they might be suspicious of me. Or, uh, you."
19:55 <Lysa|Kumiho> My face is heating. I'm not used to talking this long.
19:56 <Lysa|Kumiho> "I--I can mix your face with, uh, with mine. S-some parts of your face. I--I could, uh, hide what you really look like."
19:57 <Lysa|Kumiho> "For--for *now*!" I add hastily. She looks so pretty already. She couldn't possibly want to willingly change her face with mine. My monster growls.
19:59 <Lysa|Kumiho> "S-so...they, um. They could maybe...if...one of them could stay to watch you, or one of them could go to try and find *me*..."
19:59 <Lysa|Kumiho> I clam up. "Okay. Sorry. Um. I'll, uh, I'll find another way."
20:00 <Lysa|Kumiho> I open the door to the rest of the apartments, trying to think of *something*.||
20:01 <~Antioch|GM> ((Are you exiting the front door of this apartment, or exploring the rest of the inside of this one?))
20:01 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((exiting the front door.))
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20:04 <~Antioch|GM> She wrenches open the front door. The apartment straight across is numbered 507. The hallway is an outdoor breezeway, and there is a stairwell to the left, three doors down, and another hallway leading in either direction perpendicular to the one she's in. To the right, a balcony two doors down. The hallway is sparsely populated. There is a bike leaning against the wall, a few welcome mats, a neglected potted plant.
20:04 <~Antioch|GM> ((Wits- Awareness))
20:04 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 wits
20:04 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [3] -1 = 2
20:05 <~Antioch|GM> She can't hear the approach of the PRT officers. She can't find them, nor, presumably, they her. ||
20:07 <Lysa|Kumiho> I need to find options. What this woman was offering--it's the only logical way out, I'm sure. I--I need to find something. I watch the news. The officers always travel in groups.
20:07 <Lysa|Kumiho> I can't possibly fight them, injured as I am, my calf missing flesh and my body still feeling the effects of the electricity. I have to be smart. Think, Eun, *think*.
20:08 <Lysa|Kumiho> I need to find where they are in relation to myself. I look around again, desperately trying to see where they might be at.
20:08 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 witsx2
20:08 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "witsx2" [1] -1 = 0
20:08 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((amazing))||
20:09 <~Antioch|GM> ((Staying where you are, moving to the stairwell, or looking over the balcony?))
20:09 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((peeking over the balcony))
20:09 <~Antioch|GM> ((Roll a Dex-Stealth as well, please.))
20:10 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6+1 sneak
20:10 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "sneak" [6] [3] +1 = 10
20:11 <~Antioch|GM> The balcony overlooks a parking lot, in which the PRT squad car is parked. No officers are visible in or around the vehicle. She crouches low, using her vantage point to shield her from the eyes of those below. ||
20:13 <Lysa|Kumiho> They might be in the car. Or, maybe, there might be a spare in there. If there was one person, then *maybe* I might be able to do something and flee.
20:15 <Lysa|Kumiho> If there's nobody outside, they might be inside already. They must have seen the broken door.
20:15 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((is the vantage point such that they could see it from there?))
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20:16 <~Antioch|GM> ((Maybe. You can't see the other side of the building from which you entered from where you are right now.))
20:18 <Lysa|Kumiho> I'll try to make my way down the stairs, checking for any officers coming in. I keep a lookout for any dark rooms as well. The better for me to hide in, perhaps. I wonder if Axis is still there and shudder. There's no way that I could possibly stand up to her...||
20:19 <~Antioch|GM> ((Wits and Stealth.))
20:20 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 wits
20:20 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [6] -1 = 5
20:20 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2d6+1 stealth
20:20 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "stealth" [5] [3] +1 = 9
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20:21 <~Antioch|GM> She lopes down the stairwell, alternating between crawling low and clinging to the underside of the stairs above.
20:22 Divock|Hush → Divock
20:22 <~Antioch|GM> She hears, from both directions, sounds of feet ascending the stairs at a measured pace, and the sound of movement on the floor she just left. ||
20:24 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((is it like--an open staircase? so i could theoretically reach up and grab))
20:25 <~Antioch|GM> ((It is an open staircase, yes.))
20:25 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((oooh.))
20:25 ↔ Nonagon|PC_ popped in  •  Divock → Divock|Hush
20:28 <Lysa|Kumiho> I toy with the idea of catching one person by the leg and pulling him down with me. But. I don't think I could escape the immediate response after. I instead go to the second floor and begin testing for open doors. Hopefully ones with balconies as well. I think I have an idea.||
20:29 <~Antioch|GM> ((You're currently on the fourth floor. Do you want to go two floors further down?))
20:30 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((hhhhmm. yes, let's do that :3 she wants to be seen by someone who's hopefully still in the squadcar))
20:31 tubes → tubes|GM
20:31 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((may i examine the balconies to see ones that are open on the second floor?))
20:32 <~Antioch|GM> ((I'm not sure I follow.))
20:36 <Lysa|Kumiho> I toy with the idea of catching one person by the leg and pulling him down with me. But. I don't think I could escape the immediate response after. I--I should check the vans first. Hopefully there is nobody there. I doubt it, knowing my recent string of bad luck, but...
20:37 <Lysa|Kumiho> From the bushes on the ground, I peep at the vans, searching again for any sign that people are there.||
20:38 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6-1 wits
20:38 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "wits" [2] -1 = 1
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20:38 <~Antioch|GM> ((How did you get all the way to the ground floor?))
20:39 FosAsleep → FossilSick
20:39 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((i'm just descending the staircase, correct?))
20:39 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((ah, how far would i be able to move?__
20:39 <~Antioch|GM> ((Yeah. There are people coming up the stairs, though.))
20:39 <~Antioch|GM> ((Presumably, you would bump into them before being able to reach the ground floor.))
20:40 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((ah.))
20:40 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((i thought i was on the underside of the stairs and they were above me tho))
20:40 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((whoopsss))
20:40 <~Antioch|GM> ((There are people both above and below you.))
20:40 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((i see. wow i am dumb. one last rewrite please?))
20:40 <~Antioch|GM> ((Go for it. No worries.))
20:42 <Lysa|Kumiho> Oh no, oh no. I quickly exit the stairs to the current floor, crouched and crawling on the ground. I try to find the nearest shadowy place I can tuck myself into, hoping--*hoping* that I can escape them. The bathroom, the laundry room. Any open places at all.||
20:42 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((i hope that's better!))
20:43 <~Antioch|GM> $roll 1d10
20:43 <+[ATM]> Antioch|GM [7]  = 7
20:44 <~Antioch|GM> She quickly dashes down the hall of the fourth floor, scanning for any potential hiding places. One door in particular stands out - a grimy white metal one with a glass pane, where all the other doors are paneless.
20:45 <~Antioch|GM> A glance inside and a test of the handle – and the smell – indicates that it's a communal garbage room. Bags of rubbish are piled high in the corners despite there being a garbage chute. ||
20:48 <Lysa|Kumiho> Well. I *am* a horrible person. I beat back the thought that this is where I belong. I check the garbage chute to see if my new, spindly body could possibly fit. I don't want to, but...
20:48 <Lysa|Kumiho> Just in case. Might I escape if I crawled through there? Might I even get my prize? Would this woman even know I was in there?||
20:49 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((roll know i assume))
20:49 <~Antioch|GM> ((No Know roll needed, here.))
20:49 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((mhm! i don't live in an apartment so i don't know how they work haha))
20:49 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((or i don't remember >_>))
20:50 <~Antioch|GM> An exploratory tug of the chute's handle reveals a stained set of no-longer-translucent plastic flaps. Beyond that, the unknown.
20:52 <~Antioch|GM> The aperture is certainly large enough for her to squeeze through, but perhaps there's a reason nobody uses the garbage chute that isn't laziness - if there is, she can't tell. ||
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20:56 <Lysa|Kumiho> I could escape. I could just jump down this tube and wriggle my way free. Or--what if I got stuck down there? What if there was something wrong with it?
20:56 <Lysa|Kumiho> Ah, well, maybe...
20:57 <Lysa|Kumiho> I check the bags of garbage next. Are they enough to hide me?||
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21:09 <~Antioch|GM> There's enough accumulated trash that she could feasibly bury herself under three or four bags. Staying still for a prolonged period of time underneath them would be another thing, but they'd provide adequate cover against weak scrutiny. ||
21:10 <Lysa|Kumiho> I might have something, then. I take Nikki's clothes off of me and hang them right inside the trash chute, letting just enough stick out that it is visible from the outside. Like--like I got caught inside the chute making my way down.
21:12 <Lysa|Kumiho> I then begin to bang and yell loudly, slamming on the chute with my fists. They'll be coming to see, no doubt, so I'll hide myself among the trashbags and while they're distracted with thinking I'm inside...maybe?
21:12 <Lysa|Kumiho> ((may i make a partial action to hide as well as i can? ^^;))
21:13 <~Antioch|GM> ((Sneak, then Deception. +1 bonus for nonverbal subterfuge.))
21:13 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 2h6+1 sneak
21:13 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "sneak" [5] (3) +1 = 6
21:14 <Lysa|Kumiho> $roll 1d6 deception
21:14 <+[ATM]> Lysa|Kumiho "deception" [4]  = 4
21:20 <~Antioch|GM> She manages to scream with a great deal of urgency and panic, upending trashbags, emptying some out and tossing the remainder over herself. There's an unpleasant scent of food that's gone sour and discarded cleaning chemicals in the room, and she doesn't particularly want to think about the stuff oozing onto her face and body, threatening to trickle into her mouth.
21:21 <~Antioch|GM> Surely enough, footsteps come down the hallway shortly, approach the door. ||
21:22 <Lysa|Kumiho> I duck down further in the trash, keeping my arms as free as I can make them.
21:23 <Lysa|Kumiho> How far can a man be crammed down a garbage chute? How far up can I climb before I reach the next level?
21:23 <Lysa|Kumiho> ||