SnD- STAGE 2-6: The cold man and the red hot wolf

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tirkaroKujo:
aaaa there was a thing you shouldn't have seen for a second, but whatever
MarthTrinity:
T'was in another tab
MarthTrinity:
So you got away with it
tirkaroKujo:
ok, let's make this quick now
TONIGHT, ON A VERY SPECIAL EPISODE OF SHIOKARAIKEN NO DENSETSU

Quiet Riot:
*dismissed*
tirkaroKujo:
The long-awaited clash begins! Cheryl vs Casey! But it seems not all is right with this fabled man of trechery!

Casey:
"Kuh..." Casey spits out. "Are you sure you wanna do this? There's a reason why we've avoided eachother after all this time...wouldn't you rather keep it that way?"

Toy Soldier 4:
"C-Casey..." The few remaining soldiers draw all of their attention towards the man, all speaking with the same worried young voice.

Cheryl:
At this point, Cheryl is a mess. Her hands are raw from gripping her guitar so tightly and her arms and legs are still slashed up from the previous fights of the day. She nods determinedly despite this, "You brought this upon yourself..." She takes a bold step forward and throws her arms out to her sides, "I will -NOT- let you FUCKING walk away from this again, you bastard!"
Cheryl: (( No sense in waiting for TWILT really ))

Casey:
Casey's cool demeanor slowly begins to slip away. The look on his face is halfway between defeat and decisiveness. Realizing he's been backed away into a corner, his flat expression soon turns into a slightly devilish smirk. He steps up, back erect, and shoots a cruel but all too familliar glare. "I see. No point in letting this all go now..."

Casey:
"After all, this was all my fault, wasn't it? You were such a good girl before all this. I'll have to reshape you in my personal image, before everything got dragged to hell." His straight body whips into a fighting position, a seamless mix between cold, collected movements and primal fury.

Toy Soldier 4:
"N-No..." The soldiers state, before they all collapse into dust, the puppeteer behind them all busting free from one of them.

Glenn:
"Don't! Go back there! I thought you wanted to..." He seems extremely concerened for his mentor's health.

Cheryl:
Cheryl's expression changes to a somber smile, "I was never a good girl. I was just never this fucking cold before I met you." She shakes her head and looks Casey dead in the eyes, "You were the best and worst thing to happen to me. But I can't forgive you; once you're gone, at least I'll be able to try and forget you though."
TWILT has connected.

Rosalinda:
TONIGHT IS (KINDA) THE NIGHT

Casey:
Casey shakes his head. "Honestly, I see myself thinking that very same thing every day. But I'm not here for that nonsense. Let's put this all behind us and see who's in the right."

Casey:
 2 FS used! Initiative (1d10): 10 + 0 = 10 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2
tirkaroKujo:
should mention
tirkaroKujo:
you get all your health and FS back for this
tirkaroKujo:
good luck

Cheryl:
Healed up!

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 3 + 1 = 4 Control (1d6): 1 + 1 = 2

Radio:
NOW PLAYING Atreyu - You Eclipsed by Me (Instrumental) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tAKIAPforAg

Casey:
Casey uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Casey:
« 1d6+1+1+1 = 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 5 » Casey runs forward, his palm now lit aflame, and slashes the target in front of him with deadly speeds! "You could have just backed down you know..."

Casey:
« 1d8+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 » "But you just COULDN'T have that could you!?"

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 5 hit points.

Cheryl:
Cheryl flies backwards a short ways from the impact of the punch, "When have you -EVER- fucking known me to back down?!" she spits back.
Timer reset! 99 seconds on the clock!
Timer falls from 99 to 95!

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 4 + 1 = 5 Control (1d6): 3 + 1 = 4

Casey:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 8 + 0 = 8

Casey:
Casey goes on the defensive! "There's a first time for everything..."

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1+2 = 1 + 1 + 2 = 4 »
Cheryl: (( Oops, that should've been a five actually, not like that helps much ))
Cheryl: (( Forgot the +1 from Control ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Casey:
Casey effortlessly blocks the attack, and immediately responds with a flurry of machinegun punches at unreal speeds.(because charge attacks lel) « 1d6+1 = 2 + 1 = 3 » "Things just never change do they...

Casey:
« 1d10+1 = 10 + 1 = 11 » "I just...." the punches hit with enormous weight!
Cheryl: (( ofc ))
Rosalinda: (( I'm so sorry ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 11 hit points.
Casey: (( the force of the attack is so grand, you go flying out of the building! ))
Rosalinda: (( oh noes ))
Rosalinda: (( potential bad ending? ))

Tarley:
"I need my heart pills again!" The old man is still at awe at what's been going on in his shop

Cheryl:
Cheryl goes rocketing backwards from the impact, smashing through the wall with a loud crash. She hits the ground and rolls for a while before coming to a stop. She manages to stagger her way to her feet, but her head is left spinning from the impact.
Cheryl: (( I still roll even though I'm dizzy, right? ))

Casey:
"Haaaah..." The man slowly walks through the rubble, his faced clenched in his hands. "The way you look, the way you smell...it all triggers something ugly inside me. I think I've never been able to surpress my obsession..." A peek through his fingers show that his eyes have turned red.
Casey: (( and yes, you do ))

Casey:
 Initiative (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 5 + 0 = 5

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 9 + 0 = 9 Control (1d6): 2 + 1 = 3
Cheryl: (( obv ))
Cheryl: (( Ooo, now I'm shiny :D ))
Cheryl: (( Can I do anything now? Like full def? ))

Casey:
« 1d6+1 = 4 + 1 = 5 » "I think I've gone TRULY mad now!" The man punches you upward in the air while you're dizzied.
Casey: (( nop ))

Casey:
He follows up with a fist ungulfed in an EXPLOSION of rage, primal wrath pulsating throughout every vein in his body! The punch itself forms the shape of a spectral wolf bathed in fire! « 1d12+4 = 6 + 4 = 10 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 10 hit points.
Cheryl: (( Does that dizzy me -again-? ))
Casey: (( nah, you don't get dizzied twice in a row ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"HYRAAAAAAAH!" The impact of the fist sends you flying up the building, crashing along the walls as if gravity itself has shifted to the side!
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( and now brace for another map on the bottom ))
Cheryl: (( That loaded surprisingly painlessly ))
Rosalinda: (( is this a DBZ fight ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( psst it's quite a ways down ))
Cheryl: (( I see where we are, just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on lol ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( right, well ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( the fist sent you flying onto the side of the building, and Casey is now running up the building towards you in order to follow up. If you don't grab onto something/use something as leverage, you risk falling. ))
Cheryl: (( Oh Christ ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( we'll now use this thing as the range grid ))
Timer falls from 95 to 94!
Cheryl: (( Is there anything I'm capable of grabbing onto as I assume I'm still like...fuckin' skipping my way up through the side. ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( right now, you're at the very end of your momentum, and you've regained control. ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey runs up the wall with beast-like speed, his feet puncturing the bricks and smashing the windows in! You have a short moment to decide what to do before he attacks!
Cheryl: (( So what do I have to grab onto? Open window? Anything? ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( There are some windows here and there, but they might not provide the best leverage. Maybe if you could break a thing or two... ))
Cheryl: (( I'm going to break more than a thing or two if I don't get inside. ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( also keep in mind, if you're feeling creative, you can spend a story point for a minor terrain alteration that you can take advantage of ))

Cheryl:
Not realizing the true danger she's in until she feels the cool outdoor air around her, Cheryl looks around in a panic, desperately trying to find anyway to at least avoid falling to her death. She reaches for the nearest window...anything to grab onto before she's dashed on the ground below. As luck would have it, a ledge stuck out just far enough for her to grab onto, nearly knocking the wind out of herself as she snatched onto it.

Cheryl:
As she grabs the ledge with her right hand, the sudden jolt causes her to drop her guitar. She watches as her instrument falls hundreds of feet to the ground below but quickly changes her attention to the window before her. The red-head pulls herself up with as much force as she can muster but she begins to slip again...there's no way she could possibly smash out the window in her current state.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player MarthTrinity (Player)

Cheryl:
Moments later, her guitar hits the ground with a loud twang; as luck would have it, this would be enough. Lightning fast, a fist shoots out of the shattered guitar and rockets past the furious Casey, flying all the way up to Cheryl's location and shattering the window before her. In a panic, Cheryl pulls herself up and into the building, gasping in relief that she was safe for at least a few more moments.
Cheryl: (( Phew. ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
The young man, now howling into the wind as he jets up the building, winds up another fist engulfed in flames, shooting forth like a meteor burning through the atmosphere! However, his attack narrowly misses as Cheryl darts into the window of the building! This does not cease his pursuit however!
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( It seems the room you busted into belongs to a few civilians! Fall out of their seats in a panic, but can't say a word before the young man jumps in to follow Cheryl's lead! ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( fuk ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( if you're wondering why I've been taking so long, I wanted a specific background here, but can't find it ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( you'll have to make do without one for now ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"DO YOU SEE?" Casey howls with an unbreakable rage as he stomps into the room. "IS THIS THE MONSTER YOU'VE MISSED ALL THESE YEARS? IS THIS WHO YOU'VE WANTED TO SEE?"
Rosalinda: (( this dramatic combat? ))
Cheryl: (( It's dramatic but not -dramatic- ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( it's complicated like that ))
Cheryl: (( I would've been long dead if it was Dramatic. ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl lets out an exhausted laugh, "It always played out a little differently in my head I guess." She glances over at the civilians cowering from the crazed Casey, "I put up with ALL OF YOUR FUCKING SHIT! All this FUCKING anger! All this fucking ANGST! And you -STILL- treated me like a fuckin' -DOG-!" She shakes her head, "You may've made me a coldhearted bitch, but you know what? It's still better than being a fuckin' angry, heartless bastard like you..."
Timer falls from 94 to 93!

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 4 + 1 = 5 Control (1d6): 4 + 1 = 5
Cheryl: (( Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"I'LL JUST HAVE TO SEE TO THAT!" The rabid wolf-man launches forward, without a hint of mercy or honor in his step!
Cheryl: (( At least it gives you luck in a fight I wanted you to win. ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
*adding to my defense thar*
Cheryl: (( Oh wait, I can use two right? ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( yep ))
Cheryl: (( Do that then =3= ))
Cheryl: (( Might as well at this point ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
« 1d6 = 2 » Out from his arms fires a slicing blade formed from a blood-like liquid dripping down from the wolf above him! He fires it forward, with no care given to the innocents around him!
Cheryl: (( Eeeh, ya missed, pal. ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( the attack narrowly misses you! However, it seems someone in the back isn't so lucky... ))
Cheryl: (( GODDAMMIT ))

Stewart:
"Guh!" A completely random man who was trying to get away from the carnage is cruelly sliced in half, like a stick of butter against a hot knife.
Cheryl: (( STEWART NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! ))

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1+1+2 = 6 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 10 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Cheryl: (( Gonna juggle combo that nigga ))
Cheryl: (( Wait. . . ))
Cheryl: (( I don't have my guitar, so I can't. ))
tirkaroKujo: (( oh, did your stand not drag it back up ))
tirkaroKujo: (( you can still probably try, but it'll take some penalties ))
Cheryl: (( It shattered on the ground and when it broke, that's what made Quiet Riot appear. I suppose I could have him appear and attack with me to simulate it ))
tirkaroKujo:
Using riot seems like a wise idea, though you can't use his extra range powers without a source of sound, keep that in mind
Cheryl: (( Fair enough, can I story point to have the window be behind him? o3o ))
tirkaroKujo:
sure
Cheryl: (( Going to do that then ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player MarthTrinity (Player)

Cheryl:
Cheryl deftly dodges the blade thrown at her and whistles loudly. Appearing suddenly, Quiet Riot uppercuts Casey from below, launching him into the air. Cheryl then leaps towards Casey, her fist connecting soundly with his jaw as she punches him with as much force as she can muster towards the open window behind him.

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1 = 2 + 4 + 1 = 7 » *feel free to edit this damage to fit the situation considering I don't have my guitar*

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 6 hit points.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
The impact of that was enough to send the beastman flying out the window, a trail of blood flowing through his mouth as he soars through the air! He doesn't keep his control as he flies down to street below, leaving him prone in a smoldering crater below!

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"HRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Casey rises to a single knee, becoming one with his primal urges, and looks ready to strike again!
Rosalinda: (( shouldn't that hurt ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( yes, yes it should ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( I just forgot to roll it ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
« 1d6 = 1 »

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 1 hit points.

Cheryl:
Cheryl falls backwards, absolutely exhausted from the beating she's taken. She smiles weakly at Quiet Riot beside her, "I owe you for that..." she pants. She looks back to survey the damage behind her.
tirkaroKujo:
was away fro a second, now I'm back
tirkaroKujo:
You seemed to have made a mess of a small party in a hotel room. Everyone else has cleared out by now, save for that fat guy Casey sliced in half and a small child refusing to believe her eyes.

Kelson:
"Daddy!" She cries, not aware of all the blood getting on her as she tries to shake the upper half awake.

Cheryl:
Cheryl approaches the little girl, "Hey kid, you need to get out of here, it's not safe..."

Kelson:
She slowly looks up at Cheryl, an unending river of tears in her eyes as she tries to speak the garbled words, "Th-this isn't funny! Bring daddy back, right now!"

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"HRYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!" The sound of Casey howling and leaping back up to finish what he started rips through the air

Cheryl:
Cheryl flinches at this the girl's words, "I...I can't. But you need to get out of here before that bad man comes back...!"

Kelson:
"*Sniff* I don't...wanna leave daddy behind! This was supposed to be the last time he could be with me before he had to leave on his business trip!" She refuses to budge from her position, holding tight to the corpse below her.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The man runs up the wall, at a speed that would spatter any normal man against the wind. This however, is no normal man we're dealing with.

Cheryl:
Cheryl tries to take the girl's hand, "Please..." she starts desperately, "If that bad man gets back up here and you're still here, it'll be really bad..."

Kelson:
"I...no! I don't....I don't..." The girl looks like she doesn't know how to respond anymore.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"HYYEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" The beast man crashes through the window yet again, unwilling to stop his assault for even a second.

Kelson:
The child freezes in fear, completely paralyzed by what the next few seconds will hold in store for her.

Cheryl:
"...of fucking course." Cheryl stands in between the little girl and the furious Casey, "So you have a nice trip there?" She asks mockingly, slowly walking around the room away from the girl, making sure Casey's attention was focused on her and not the little girl.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"IT WAS THRILLING. A THRILL ONLY YOU'RE CAPABLE OF DELIVERING TO ME. I LIKE THAT!" The mans fist lights aflame again as he dashes unfeelingly towards Cheryl.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 2 + 0 = 2

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 4 + 1 = 5
Cheryl: (( LET'S TRY THAT AGAIN THEN. . . ))

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1+1+2 = 2 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 6 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( yep that hits ))

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1 = 4 + 4 + 1 = 9 » Cheryl once again rushes Casey, stopping right before she reaches him to stomp on the ground, From where she stomped, Quiet Riot's fist bursts from the floor, uppercutting Casey once more, followed swiftly by a knee to his stomach from Cheryl herself.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 9 hit points.

Cheryl:
"Get OUT of here!" she cries desperately at the little girl, "Please...!"

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey falls back onto the ground, his feet now trembling from the pain. "This is more like it..."

Kelson:
The girl snaps out of her daze "O-okay!" She leaves behind the corpse in tears, and runs out of the building as fast as she can, blending into a crowd of panicked people trying to escape.
Kelson: (( *runs out the room I mean ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl sighs with relief, one less thing to worry about in this fight. Aside from the whole dying thing that is.
Timer falls from 93 to 90!

Cheryl:
2 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 12 + 1 = 13 Control (1d6): 3 + 1 = 4

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"I FOUND A USEFUL TOOL, BACK THEN WHEN I FOUND YOU. TO THINK HOW I MIGHT HAVE BEEN IF YOU WEREN'T SO...LOVING TO ME." Casey mutters out through his red-hot visage.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 7 + 0 = 7 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 6 + 0 = 6

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1+2 = 3 + 1 + 2 = 6 »

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 2 Fighting Spirit!
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( yeah that hits ))

Cheryl:
« 1d4+4+1 = 3 + 4 + 1 = 8 » "Fuck you!" she screams, punching Casey in the jaw. From the impact, Quiet Riot begins rapid fire punching Casey into the air before Cheryl finishes the attack with a strong left blow to the gut.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 8 hit points.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey is launched through the ceiling, and into the roof of the building! However, he lands flat on his feet, unwilling to stop for even a second!

Crimson Wolf Casey:
He looks down from the hole in the ground. "IT WAS TRUE BLISS. YOU LET ME DO ANYTHING ONCE I...LOST CONTROL. I ONLY WISH THERE WERE MORE PEOPLE LIKE YOU IN THIS WORLD." He howls into the air.
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( hole on the...roof? I dunno ))
Rosalinda: (( damn how are you out of FS already ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 Initiative (1d6): 6 + 0 = 6 2 FS used! Control (1d10): 2 + 0 = 2
Cheryl: (( I've been using like two per turn for control and accuracy ))
Cheryl: (( Timer? ))
Timer falls from 90 to 89!

Cheryl:
Cheryl concentrates and regains 1 Fighting Spirit.

Cheryl:
1 FS used! Initiative (1d12): 10 + 0 = 10 Control (1d6): 1 + 1 = 2

Cheryl:
Cheryl leaps her way up to Casey's location and throws a punch, Quiet Riot mirroring the punch from the other direction. [1d6+1+1[

Cheryl:
« 1d6+1+1 = 4 + 1 + 1 = 6 »
Agi has connected.

Cheryl:
Cheryl uses 1 Fighting Spirit!

Cheryl:
« 1+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 »
Thrice has connected.
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( that does in fact hit ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( oh lawd everyone be up in here ))
Thrice is disconnected.
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( nuuu come baaack ))
Thrice has connected.

Alloces:
when did everybody but me gain the ability to fly
FOR THOSE WHO MISSED IT, Cheryl was fighting Casey, and Casey punched her so hard she went flying up a building, and now they're fighting on top a building or something, also some random bystanding fat guy got sliced it half it's crazy
Thrice:
Hell, what's even going on, nobody seems to be here
tirkaroKujo: (( and Cher just landed an attack on Casey ))
Agi is disconnected.
Agi is disconnected.
Agi has connected.
Agi:
15/28 5ever
tirkaroKujo:
which he can roll any time now 9_9

Alloces:
Oh god wait what my city disappeared
tirkaroKujo:
to cut down on space
Cheryl: (( That was two hits, I'm waiting on you =3= ))
Cheryl: (( All I had was basic attacks. ))
tirkaroKujo:
Oooh, those things were the damage roll and not, riiight

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 2 hit points.
Thrice:
I'm PRETTY SURE the big thing with the space is the giant city
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( it's a tiny image stretched to be fuckhueg ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 3 + 0 = 3 2 FS used! Control (1d10): 9 + 0 = 9

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 3 + 0 = 3 Control (1d6): 5 + 1 = 6
Cheryl: (( If only this was dramatic ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Not even those hits are enough to bring Casey down. "THIS IS ALMOST TOO SATISFYING!"
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( fuck it, it's dramatic enough ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( we're flourishing anyway ))
Cheryl: (( Shit, how do I again? D: ))
Agi:
26/28- oh god, I'm going to get a chatsplosion in half a second, aren't I/?
Agi:
yeeep there it is
Thrice:
>Flourishing
Thrice:
Nobody will explain what the fuck that is
Cheryl: (( Ora-battle. ))
Thrice:
So, I'm making my own explaination - you need a fencing sword
Agi:
Whoa what the fuck is going on
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( Basically we stand rush eachother/go all DBZ and shit ))
Thrice:
You MUST parry
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( and that's an unmodified d10 ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
« 1d10 = 9 »
Cheryl: (( Fuck ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( whoever rolls highest wins ))

Cheryl:
« 1d10 = 3 » *Heart of the cards.*
Cheryl: (( Yep, about right. ))
Thrice:
no Dark Magician here
Cheryl: (( « 1d10 = 5 » ))
Cheryl: (( Nah ))
Agi:
« 1d10 = 10 » here, take mine
Rosalinda: (( you guys done with Paffinder? ))
Rosalinda: (( @Agi/Thrice obv ))
Agi:
We were never able to start
Cheryl: (( They haven't started. ))
Cheryl: (( That's why we started this early, so they could play. ))

Wolf Like Me:
"HAAWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The wolf yells as it engages in a rushing beat of machinegun blows with the opposing replicant! However, Casey wins out in the end, punching Cheryl in the gut, creating a force that knocks the plating off the roof!

Wolf Like Me:
« 1d10 = 9 »
Wolf Like Me: (( that's your damage ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 9 hit points.
Thrice:
We can't play - one of the guys rightfully said "okay this Agi faggot is taking way too goddamned long"
Thrice:
I may be paraphrasing
Thrice:
So I've instead devolved into watching an animal crossing let's play

Wolf Like Me:
Cheryl goes flying off the building, and into the air! It seems the velocity is enough to make her fly into the next building over, but it's not gonna be that simple...

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"HAWOOOO!" The beast man flies into the air along with her, ready to follow up with another brutal attack!
Thrice:
I thought Tirk HATED Jon Talbain, why does he expy him in literally everything now
tirkaroKujo:
you regain control at this point! However, you have only a single turn while in the air to make a move!
tirkaroKujo:
This is one of the ever fabled aerial battles, so to say....
    Error in body of roll.       Statement options (if any): h       Statement Body : booleanFSInit = min(booleanFSInit, FS)

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 Initiative (1d6): 4 + 0 = 4 1 FS used! Control (1d8): 5 + 0 = 5
Rosalinda: (( RIP IN PEACE CHERYL    ))
Cheryl: (( Welp, I'm gonna get Kakyoin'd ))

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 5 + 0 = 5 Control (1d6): 3 + 1 = 4
Agi: (( haaaad ))
Agi: (( -d ))
Agi: (( this keyboard's gonna take some getting used to ))
Thrice:
unbeknownst to agi, the keyboard already had
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( you regain enough momentum to make your move before Casey can! But what to do! ))
Cheryl: (( Gonna combooooooo him downward, hopefully. ))
Cheryl: (( Am I capable of moving into a closer range from here? ))
Glenn: (( yep ))
Glenn: (( because animu logic ))
Thrice:
more physics than logic really

Cheryl:
Cheryl snaps to her senses and physics forward in an attempt to axe kick her attacker towards the ground « 1d6+2 = 6 + 2 = 8 »+1]
Cheryl: (( Alright then. ))
Agi: (( nottubaddo ))

Glenn:
Even from below the ground, Casey's subordinate cries out! "STOOOP! I THOUGHT YOU WOULDN'T..." You can't quite make out what he's talking about...
Thrice:
wait, BELOW the ground?
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( on the ground I mean 9_9 ))
Thrice:
What the fuck happened, why is everyone either a bird or a mole now
Tiffany: (( Below, on the ground ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( more or less what I was getting at ))

Cheryl:
« 1+1 = 1 + 1 = 2 » Cheryl brings the heel of her boot down on Casey's head, followed almost immediately by Quiet Riot's fist on the small of his back, "Just fucking DIE already!"
Tiffany: (( that can't possibly be right ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 2 hit points.
Tiffany: (( or can it, oh god, your guitar is gone. ))
Tiffany: (( You're useless now. ))
Cheryl: (( That was two basic attacks and I used the rest for control ))
Cheryl: (( Because I have no FS ))
Cheryl: (( I've been using QR as a stand in for my guitar juggle ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey falls to the ground! The force of the attack creates another small crater where he lands! « 1d6 = 6 » fall damage

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Crimson Wolf Casey loses 6 hit points.
Tiffany: (( You couldn't have done three basic attacks? Eh, whatever ))
Cheryl: (( I could've, but I wanted to make sure I was going to hit ))
Thrice: (( Would be a penalty to Accuracy, I guess ))
Tiffany: (( a -1 combo penalty to counteract the +1 control bonus ))
Cheryl: (( inb4 fall damage kills me. It's Spelunky all over again. ))
Tiffany: (( also, nice job with the mobile grid token ))
tirkaroKujo:
You hit Casey! However, there's your gravity-based situation to worry about...
tirkaroKujo:
let's see how you get around this one
Cheryl: (( Well that's no problem, I'll just Stor- *used my last Story Point to kick him off a building* FUCK. EVERYTHING. ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"I DON'T CARE ANYMORE! IT'S HIGH TIME I FINISH WHAT I STARTED" Casey shoots his arms to the side, sending a few nearby cars and debris floating in his aura.

Crimson Wolf Casey:
 1 FS used! Initiative (1d8): 6 + 0 = 6 2 FS used! Control (1d10): 4 + 0 = 4
Timer falls from 89 to 87!

Cheryl:
Initiative (1d10): 2 + 0 = 2 Control (1d6): 1 + 1 = 2
Cheryl: (( Welp, looks like I won't have to worry about that. ))
Thrice:
packitup
Tiffany: (( Land on his fist, it'll cushion your fall ))
Cheryl: (( uuhhhhhfulldefense?? ))
Tiffany: (( against the ground? ))
Cheryl: (( I'm expecting him to jump up and smack me down ))
Cheryl: (( So I'm sorta dead either way ))
Tiffany: (( Maybe you can like ))
Tiffany: (( loop around him, if you avoid using Evasion ))
Thrice:
I'm pretty sure she's getting slam dunked into concrete, Agi
Thrice:
psh, Replicants
Tiffany: (( Use his own upwards jumping force as a way to slow your down ))
Thrice:
what are they good for if they can't even stop you from dying
Tiffany: (( -r ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"HRRYAAAAAAAAAAH!" Casey fires forth his fist, shooting out his flame-engulfed wolf! "WOLF RIOT BOMB!" He howls at the air!
Thrice:
Wolf Fang Fist*
Cheryl: (( That sounds deadly. ))

Wolf Like Me:
« 1d6+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 » "AWWOOOOOO!" The wolf flies out like a blood-red shooting star, and explodes in your face!
Cheryl: (( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y50Y0Z8cpOE ))
Wolf Like Me: (( uh, does that go past the full defense (hmm) ))
Tiffany: (( Full defense bonus is halved, for evasion ))
Cheryl: (( So no ))
Tiffany: (( I assume she has 3, +1 is 4 ))
Tiffany: (( so yeaah. ))
Thrice:
well, technically he never said he was using Evasion
Thrice:
but I'm not sure if he'd have 3 Defense as well
Cheryl: (( Def doesn't work either. ))
Tiffany: (( I don't think he has 3 defense ))

Wolf Like Me:
« 1d8+1 = 3 + 1 = 4 » Damage then

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 4 hit points.
Cheryl: (( MAGIC...PIXEL... ))
Tiffany: (( (XD) ))
Wolf Like Me: (( that leaves you with a magic pixel left ))
Wolf Like Me: (( unfortunately, you're kinda falling, sooooo ))
Thrice:
unfortunately the ground is an anti-magic field
Tiffany: (( it's not a field a all ))
Tiffany: (( It's concrete ))
Cheryl: (( And I'm a mirror fuckin' image of no control. ))
Tiffany: (( if he were landing in a field, that might be better ))
Cheryl: (( Is there anything around to save me? :( ))
Thrice:
anti-magic field only stops magic, aggs
Thrice:
it don't cushion falls
tirkaroKujo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UYH7HiJ2lH4
Tiffany: (( Wasn't talking about magic ))
Tiffany: (( I was talking about grass ))
Thrice:
you're thinking Ablative Barrier
Tiffany: (( I'm thinking green things that grow out of the ground ))
Cheryl: (( So I assume I'm sorta falling with nothing there to save meeeeeeeee ))
Cheryl: (( Since it looks like I'm heading straight down the middle of the street. ))
Thrice:
land on a car, steel doesn't hurt you know
tirkaroKujo: (( do you have no story points left? ))
Thrice:
he has not
Cheryl: (( Noneeeeeeeeeeeee ))
Cheryl: (( Used my last one to punch him out a building ))
tirkaroKujo:
Then sorry, I'm a nice GM, but not that nice
tirkaroKujo:
take yo falling damage foo
Thrice:
The GM should be VERY MEAN!
Thrice:
Well, shit.
Cheryl: (( Fuck you lol ))
Cheryl: (( 1d6? ))
tirkaroKujo:
take your falling damage x50
Tiffany: (( LAST-DITCH REPLICANT ACTION? ))
tirkaroKujo:
but yeah, 1d6 as always

Cheryl:
« 1 = 1 »
Tiffany: (( wait, could Riot even do anything here? ))
Tiffany: (( eh, 2l8 ))
tirkaroKujo:
You fall to the ground, too weak to get back into fighting position again!
Cheryl: (( I don't even have my guitar, so I can't even make use of his range. ))
Tiffany: (( Well I was gonna say something like ))
Tiffany: (( he takes a car's stereo, and makes it do a gigantic soundburst ))
Cheryl: (( I REALLY SHOULD'VE GOTTEN A STORY POINT FOR LOSING MY WEAPON THERE. . . ))
Tiffany: (( the vibrations slow your fall ))
Cheryl: (( I have no story points to do anything like that. ))
tirkaroKujo:
oh fffffiine
tirkaroKujo:
just because it probably makes sense I guess
Thrice:
wait you get story points for regular occurrences now
Thrice:
and you NEED Them for such?
Thrice:
shit
Cheryl: (( I'd rather not use a story point for that though. ))
Thrice:
I'm glad I AIN'T got no Replicant if you need STory Points to use them
tirkaroKujo:
I wouldn't either if I were you
Cheryl: (( I'd just sort of like to logically explain why I'm not getting turned into a fine paste when I hit the ground. ))
Tiffany: (( miracles ))
Cheryl: (( Fuckin' magnets. ))
Thrice:
Same reason he didn't really
tirkaroKujo:
You land on a car? On a street light? Anime physics? Landing on Ladd? take your pick
Tiffany: (( Hey, Ladd's a good kid ))
Thrice:
damn I don't remember what those things are called
Rosalinda: (( sorry for being horribly afk but omg Cheryl is dead ))
Tiffany: (( don't bring him into this ))
Rosalinda: (( oh wait magic pixel ))
Thrice:
those little tarp things people have over shops
Thrice:
Aladdin fell through them
Cheryl: (( An awning? ))
Thrice:
Suppose so
Thrice:
they actually do work to slow falls
Tiffany: (( She's falling at about terminal velocity towards the ground ))
Cheryl: (( We've all seen mythbusters, yes (D) ))
Tiffany: (( magic pixel or not ))
Thrice:
not tirk
tirkaroKujo:
Sure, an awning, why not
tirkaroKujo:
I've seen a few episodes
Tiffany: (( Oh gee, an upwards force slows a fall ))
Tiffany: (( who would have thought ))
Thrice:
As in, safely
Thrice:
The GROUND would "slow her fall"
Thrice:
If you're getting technical here
Thrice:
not really the best of options though, aggs
Thrice:
Okay this is taking too long
Thrice:
Josten comes out of the alley with a boombox and you land on him
Tiffany: (( perfect ))
Tiffany: (( we're doing that ))
tirkaroKujo:
stop that (annoyed)

Cheryl:
As she plumets towards the ground, Cheryl spots an awning just ever so slightly off to the side. Desperately, she tries to steer herself towards it, seeing it as the only way to avoid being crushed to a fine paste below. A moment later, she hits the awning, tearing through it in the process as she continues falling towards the hard ground below. The awning worked...in the sense that Cheryl wasn't splattered instantly on the pavement, but she still hits the ground with a sickening crunch, the wind instantly being knocked out of her as she gasps feebly for air. The red-head balls up, her entire body aching with a burning pain as every muscle and bone in her body feels like its on fire.
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Cheryl: (( I used a wall of text to cushion my fall. ))
Thrice:
Hey, you're the one that's insistent on using people with boomboxes if anything gets too long
Tiffany: (( Deadpool would be proud ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Failed to paste token(s) with duplicate name(s): [Radio]
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Failed to paste token(s) with duplicate name(s): [Radio]
Cheryl: (( And it made me shiny. ))
Cheryl: (( With blood. ))
tirkaroKujo:
stop that
tirkaroKujo:
I already have a radio token
tirkaroKujo:
you ain't gonna duplicate on me son
Tiffany: (( damn you ))

Cheryl:
Cheryl loses 666 hit points.
Thrice:
just go into your folder and rename it
Thrice:
and change like one line of your radio macro
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Failed to paste token(s) with duplicate name(s): [Radio]
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Failed to paste token(s) with duplicate name(s): [Radio]
tirkaroKujo:
aaaand now back into the usual map
Tiffany: (( oh what the fuck ))
Tiffany: (( Do you have a boombox token too ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Failed to paste token(s) with duplicate name(s): [Radio]
Cheryl: (( Tiffffffffffffff....heeeeeeeeeeelp.... ))
Thrice:
all that flying through the air sure didn't get anyone anywhere
Thrice:
No wonder we don't have flying cars
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( Nah, it just happened to loop around and get us nowhere ))

Tiffany:
you decided I was unconscious, what do you expect me to do
Thrice:
flight's the single most inefficient method of transportation apparently
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( Was planning on making you "wake up" so to say once you got here ))
Crimson Wolf Casey: (( so I guess we do that then? 9_9 ))
Tiffany: (( well I DID "pass out" OOC after doing my last-ditch thing. ))
Tiffany: (( And I really DO have no idea what's going on. ))
Thrice:
I always wondered what it would be like if Junahu had joined tabletops
Thrice:
I guess I know now

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey slowly walks forward, his body now fully engulfed in a blood-red aura. "Wake up. I know that didn't kill you."
Cheryl: (( GAME OVER YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. . . ))
Thrice:
next tirk'll be using L_L
Thrice:
or whatever it is Jun likes

Tiffany:
Tiff groans, after having passed out for the last few (minutes? Hours? Days?) from the brutal assault of Piece of Mind, clutching her face in her hands. She groans. "Urggh..."

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Your evil-ex boyfriend grabs you by the head, taking in a good eyeful at your brutally damaged body as he lifts you up. "What does this look like? Does this look like the face of a monster? Are you happy now?"

Tiffany:
After scanning what's left of the store interior, the first thing she notices - "Wait- where IS everyone, where'd they- Ladd!" She rushes over to the deadbeat's collapsed form.

Glenn:
"CAASEEEEY!" You hear glenn yell as he tries to get a move on to his partner's location!

Nasir:
hell am I doing here still, I probably escaped a while ago

Tiffany:
"Hey, get up! What're you still doing here, where'd everyone go to?!"

Ladd:
"Ugh..." Ladd finally gets up after being flattened by a random automaton. "Hey Tiff, what just...holy SHIT, what the hell just happened here?!"

Cheryl:
Cheryl cringes at the sound of Casey's voice, her body hurts more than she knew was possible as she replies only with a pathetic whimper. Her body is bloody, battered and bruised as she begins to cry softly.
tirkaroKujo:
The market is now in complete shambles, complete with a hole where a piece of the wall once was

Tiffany:
"Great, you didn't see anything... well whatever!" She wipes some of the blood off her face and offers him a hand. "We've gotta get out of here, and find Cheryl!"

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"Do-don't do that....I SAID DON'T DO THAT!" Casey slaps the woman in her hand at the sight of her single rolling tear.

Ladd:
"Sweet Mary and Joesephine! Are you serious?!" Ladd shoots up, trying to get ahold of the situation again.

Cheryl:
The pain from the slap sets off every nerve in her body, as she screams in pain, her body limp in his grip as she begins to cry even harder.
Tiffany: (( oh right, my stand was out. ))
Tokens dropped onto map 'Cobblestone2Revengeance' by player Agi (Player)
Thrice:
how standout
Thrice:
>Mary and Joesephine
Thrice:
so even freaking MARY AND JOSEPH were a lesbian couple in the tirkverse

Tiffany:
"Do I LOOK like I'm joking right now?" Tiffany does not look like she's joking right now. "They can't have gone far!" She breaks into a run for the hole in the wall, pulling Ladd along for the ride.
Tiffany: (( Or wherever, whatever. ))
Rosalinda: (( aw shit, bad ending? ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"GRYAAAAAAAH! YOU PIECE OF...YOU SPENT ALL THIS TIME, TAKING EVERY PAINFUL BLOW I'VE INFLICTED UPON YOU, BEING THROWN OUT INTO THE BURNING BELLY OF THE STREETS, AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE...SERIOUSLY HAVE THE NERVE TO DO...-THAT- IN FRONT OF ME?!" Casey throws Cheryl head-first into the cold concrete.

Tiffany:
As she runs out of the store, a pink-haired boy catches her attention. "YOU!" She yells at him, changing her course on a dime. "WHERE'S THAT RED-HEADED ASSHOLE FRIEND OF YOURS?"

Glenn:
"*Huff, huff*" You catch Casey's partner mid-sprint as he tries to catch up with his friend. "C-Casey just went up there! I TOLD him not to bring out his ability, but..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl yelps as she hits the ground face first. She can't even move her arms to cover her face at this point. Its as if her entire body has shutdown. The feeling of helplessnes sets in, the thoughts of death start pouring into her head as she lay motionless on the ground, unable to control her sobbing.
Tiffany: (( Ha, you know what? Fuck this, Aphex IS basically a 3D maneuver gear. ))
Thrice: (( stop going all faggot on us agi ))
Tiffany: (( Only on you, bub ))

Tiffany:
"Up there...?" Tiff checks the line-of-sight from... wherever "up there" is, mumbling to herself indistinctly.

Aphex Twin:
So what would this be, another Precision-based replicant action?

Glenn:
"C-Casey's up there....where that giant pillar of red smoke is coming from."
Glenn: (( sure I guess ))
Rosalinda: (( guess I'm just chilling in my room with Sialia? :V ))
tirkaroKujo:
Well she was sorta recovering from almost being shocked to death
Rosalinda: (( ah ))
tirkaroKujo:
if you wanna resume that now, be my guest
Thrice:
naw it's fine just watch DBZ
Rosalinda: (( just thought that you would try to give me a signal ))
Thrice:
she doesn't need no medical attention or nothin

Tiffany:
"Okay, Ladd, you're on your own for this - call the cops, call 911, whatever you think you gotta do. I need to catch up!" Tiff points her arms forward, then puulls them back, Aphex mimicking her action. Two wires spring from the distance, stopping to either side of her and pulling taut, caught in Aphex's hands.

Aphex Twin:
« 1d100 = 67 »
Thrice:
>Leaving Ladd on his own
Thrice:
JUST GIVE THE POOR KID A DEATH SENTENCE WHY DON'T YA
Aphex Twin: (( They give less than half a shit about Ladd ))

Rosalinda:
"Hey Sialia, please tell me you're going to be okay...!"

Tiffany:
She rockets overhead!
Thrice:
Then again, everything bad that's happened to LAdd hasp robably been your guys' fault

Rosalinda:
Even though she just met this girl, Linda is the type of person who worries a lot about a friend.
Thrice:
so he may be better off
tirkaroKujo:
you soar through the sky, and tumble clumsily near the railway where the red aura is coming from. On arrival, you see a nearly-dead Cheryl being watched over by the man from before...but red hot.
Tiffany: (( Ah, that's what it is ))

Psychic Wars:
Right, I still had this on my possession, didn't I?

Sialia:
Sialia coughs. "Y-yeah. I should be fine now. If I kept it up much longer, the damage would have been far more serious." She rises up and dusts off her jacket. "I'm not even used to my ability failing on me like that though...just who were those guys?"
Sialia: (( you sure did ))

Tiffany:
Tiff gasps, seeing the state Cheryl's in, and the further abuse Casey's delivering

Rosalinda:
Linda rubs on Sialia's back gently, "You sure...? You were coughing blood earlier...you should lay down."

Crimson Wolf Casey:
The beast-man slowly raises his arm, hand lit aflame. "I didn't want to see you like this...I don't want you to die such a sad death. Why did you do this to me?"
Tiffany: (( I'll let you get your response in before intervening ))

Sialia:
"Right...I should-" Upon relaxing, Piece of Mind immediately diminishes, setting the house back to normal and leaving your TV a smoking husk of junk. "Oh, right...sorry about that :X"
Tiffany: (( gotta hit the bathroom, actually ))
Cheryl: (( Response? I'm not exactly in a quipworthy mood. ))
Tiffany: (( Well I saw you typing something is all ))

Rosalinda:
"Heh...it's okay. You owe me a new one though! ; D"

Rosalinda:
; D

Tiffany:
"HEY, YOU! ASSFACE!" She shouts down to the flame-wreathed Casey, holding Psychic Wars aloft. "LOOKING FOR SOMETHING?"
Thrice:
eloquent
Cheryl: (( Just like I taught her. ))
Tiffany: (( Only the best ))

Rosalinda:
"Just...don't push yourself okay?" Linda proceeds to hug her new friend to make her relax.
Rosalinda: (( oh god maybe I went too far ))
Tiffany: (( AND THEN YOU WERE ABSORBED INTO HER... ))
Thrice:
well she's not like, 35
Thrice:
and I see no paint
Thrice:
so she PROBABLY won't rape you

Sialia:
"Well I do have enou-" "OOF! Those are some powerful arms there..." She awkwardly mutters under her breath.
Tiffany: (( dat existent Str ))

Rosalinda:
"O-oh sorry, wasn't trying to crush you..." Linda says while blushing a little.
Thrice:
I forgot somebody else besides Al had Str

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey looks at you upon hearing your attempt to catch his attention. He looks generally unamused. "Haha....it's too late for that."
Thrice:
but Al's still the only "tank" so to speak
Thrice:
not that that helps much
Tiffany: (( FUCK, he doesn't want the MacGuffin ))
Tiffany: (( that was totally my trump card. ))

Rosalinda:
"You need a place to stay? I can sleep in the living room, no problem."

Wolf Like Me:
The Wolf smirks a devilish smirk, wrapping along his users body.
Cheryl: (( Linda: Or we can share a bed if you'd prefer the company. ))
Rosalinda: (( :x ))
Thrice:
Maybe Glenn can offer him some pastries in exchange for Cheryl
Thrice:
that's pretty much all he's good for

Glenn:
"C-Casey! STOOOOOOOOP!" His partner cries at the top of his lungs. "This isn't like you! You're better than this!"

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey looks up from his position, getting increasingly annoyed by these distractions. "Grrr..." He growls.

Tiffany:
"Too late? What do you MEAN too late!" Tiff gives Wars a knock. "It's the real thing, isn't this what you wanted?!"
Thrice:
The Psychic Wars, as it turns out, was incredibly brittle, and shatters at the tap.

Glenn:
"Don't..." Glenn weakly whispers out

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"THAT'S WHAT I WANTED? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH." The man lets out a wild howl next to his replicant.

Tiffany:
"Don't?!" she snaps back. "What's his deal, he's going to kill her if I don't do something!"
Thrice:
Yeah, killing random people is supposed to be the PCs' thing.
Thrice:
We can't have an NPC stealing our gig
Tiffany: (( I'm sitting on four story points here, there HAS to be something I can do. ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"I'M HERE TO FINISH WHAT I STAAAARTEEED. DON'T LET ME MAKE YOU A CAUSALITY!"
Thrice:
a...causality?
Tiffany: (( Oh god that's suddenly hilarious ))
Cheryl: (( Fuckin' SNK Boss Syndrome Casey (SAD) ))
Tiffany: (( I doubt I could even stun him with max everything. ))
tirkaroKujo:
casualty, you know the deal L_L
Thrice:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ZUjLI6z2CY
Tiffany: (( ...I DO have a point in Climactic Super Move (hmm) ))
Tiffany: (( which ohhh you better BELIEVE I meet the incredibly strict requirements to use it for ))
Tiffany: (( 10% HP or lower, enemy at 50% or highet ))
Tiffany: (( r ))
Thrice:
you'd need to roll pretty incredibly high
Thrice:
maybe even impossibly so, depending on his level
Tiffany: (( I would, and I'm not sure I even want to resolve it with a climactic super move ))
Thrice:
Well don't look at me, you're on your own here
Tiffany: (( > Climactic Super Move: This move can only be used when a combatant has less than 10% (round up) of his Life Bar remaining, and all of his opponents must have 50% or more of their Life Bar left. ))
Thrice:
shoulda thought about that before ya kicked me off the team, coach
Tiffany: (( >LESS than ))
Tiffany: (( you're shitting me ))
Cheryl: (( Welp, something's gotta give. ))

Glenn:
Glenn pushes Tiffany with his shoulder. "His rage has gotten way too far. I'll hold him down, you attack him. I'll bring Casey back no matter what."
Cheryl: (( I'LL HOLD HIM IN PLACE, YOU SPECIAL BEAM CANNON HIM. ))
Thrice:
You don't even have stats, Glenn
Thrice:
He'll just rip you in half

Tiffany:
"...well if you're going to hold him down, get on that!!"
Tiffany: (( I guess it's up to Tirk whether to just say "10% or lower" as opposed to "under 10%" ))
Thrice:
Metagama
Thrice:
e*

Sialia:
"Haha! That's a nice gesture, isn't it! I appreciate it, but I'm afraid I'll have to back down for now. I, after all, have a...let's call it a 'family' to attend to. I'll be glad to visit though! We could have sleepovers, pillow fights, playing cruel pranks on old folks..."
Tiffany: (( I don't HAVE any useful metaknowledge ))
Thrice:
stab yourself
Thrice:
for one HP
Tiffany: (( no (D) ))
Tiffany: (( I COULD, like ))
Tiffany: (( hack up some blood or something. ))

Glenn:
"Fine! I'm sorry Casey!"
Thrice:
Or, how bout this, USE THE FUCKING MACGUFFIN
Thrice:
it's got to have SOME use
Tiffany: (( Internal wounds that're just now activating ))
Thrice:
It can't be TOTALLY fucking useless
Tiffany: (( It gave a fish a badass Replicant ))
Thrice:
There ya go

Toy Soldier:
The Toy Soldiers burst from the ground and hold Casey in place by the feet!
Thrice:
Give Ladd a Replicant.
Tiffany: (( My replicant's alr- naw. ))
Thrice:
Problem fucking solve.d

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"What....GLENN, YOU PIECE OF..."
Thrice:
Tarley's there too (D)
Thrice:
TWO extra replicants (D)

Glenn:
"I'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRYI'MSORRY"

Rosalinda:
"Heh, I'm looking forward to it!"

Rosalinda:
Linda says with a cheerful smile on her face. "Get some rest, okay?"
Thrice:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vneaMt1qW48
Thrice:
theme of Glenn

Pollo:
From outside, you hear a loud man calling "YO, SIAL. YOU FINISHED IN THERE YET?"

Tiffany:
Tiffany is yoinked into the air by her feet, wires wrapping around her ankles! She spins, gleaming in the sunlight, before being pulled down towards the ground at breakneck speeds, to deliver a two-footed stomp to Casey's chest!
Tiffany: (( What should I even roll for accuracy here ))
Rosalinda: (( maybe there should be a house background next time :V ))
Tiffany: (( or roll for "am it work" ))

Rosalinda:
"Oh, that a friend of yours?

Rosalinda:
"
Thrice:
Oh there is one
Thrice:
there are like, hundreds
Thrice:
classic Tirkness, really

Sialia:
"Oh! That should be my ride right now. Thanks for everything Linda, it's been a blast! I'll see you on Sunday!" Sialia gives a returning hug to her new friend before running out the door.
tirkaroKujo:
and that's a normal attack roll I guess, but Casey is considered stunned here

Tiffany:
Tiffany uses 2 Fighting Spirit!

Rosalinda:
"Okay, later Sialia!" She happily embraces her friend's hug.

Tiffany:
« 1d6+2 = 5 + 2 = 7 » "KYAAAH!"
Thrice:
>Kyah
Thrice:
are you attacking or did someone flip your skirt
Tiffany: (( And then it comes down to a skill check (waiting) ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey's mind rings upon that impact, and soon Glenn's words finally sink in.
Tiffany: (( Percentage of Target’s Life Bar Remaining 50% 4 60% 8 ))
Tiffany: (( or not ))
Thrice:
It IS a skill check, that's the DC
Thrice:
IIRC

Rosalinda:
Linda proceeds to lock her front door. "I should probably get some rest myself..."
Tiffany: (( No, apparently Tirk's just saying "fuggit it happens" ))
Thrice:
Climactic Super Move is an OHKO.
Thrice:
Ah
Cheryl: (( Yeah, I was gonna be pissed off -OUT- of character if you just out of nowhere KO'd the guy I'd been fighting with so easily. ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
"This..this isn't me at all...why am I.."
Tiffany: (( that's why I didn't really WANT to do a climactic super move, I just had no other option ))
Thrice:
Walking away's an option
Thrice:
Works for Al
Tiffany: (( Letting Cheryl die is not an option (D) ))

Crimson Wolf Casey:
Casey forcibly dispells the wolf aside him, and his body returns back to that of a normal man.
Thrice:
If it were one of my PCs you'd be fine with it (D)

Toy Soldier 2:
The soldiers surrounding him let go.
Cheryl: (( Also I just realized another thing I wonder if it was intentional. His stand's a big bad wolf and I have red hair =3= ))

Casey:
"KKSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Upon reverting, Casey's howl instead turns into that of a pained cry.

Glenn:
"When he has Wolf Like Me active for that long, his blood lights on fire. It slowly eats away at him, more and more..."

Casey:
He pulls himself together, grasping his body as he painfully stares at Tiffany while on one knee. "Guuuuh..."

Tiffany:
"..." Tiff cringes from imagining the pain Casey must be going through
Cheryl: (( Every bone in my body is probably broken :^| ))
Thrice:
>Broken bones
Thrice:
>Pain
Tiffany: (( yeah, but that happened a while ago ))
Thrice:
I know firsthand that shit's nothing (D)
Cheryl: (( FROM ALL THOSE TIMES YOU'VE BEEN PUNCHED THROUGH WALLS. AND UP BUILDINGS. AND FALLEN OFF BUILDINGS. ))

Glenn:
Glenn jumps down from the railway with a little help from his replicant. "I'm sorry about all this. Are you sure you don't wanna..."
Cheryl: (( Seriously. When this shit gets up'd to Pastebin, read that fuckin' fight. It was goddamn nuts. I was just fighting boss Casey from the getgo. ))

Casey:
Despite his blood still having the same properties as molten lava, Casey stands up. his face unchanging its cold expression. "Let's just go, Glenn."
Thrice: (( I don't read sessions I wans't there for IC (waiting) ))

Glenn:
"But...Psychic..."

Casey:
"I said we're going."

Tiffany:
"...what is this thing? What is it, really, why do you all want it so much, that you'd kill for it?" Tiff hurries over to Cheryl.
Thrice: (( Sides, I've fallen from TREES (D) And broken my leg on a brick fireplace, but all that really did was bore me ))
Thrice: (( because >being at the hospital for nine hours ))
Cheryl: (( So you haven't read anything. ))

Casey:
Casey looks back on the damage he caused. He winces a bit before snapping back. "Sorry, but it's my duty. I'd prefer to keep personal things out of it...so I'll dismiss myself. Cheryl shouldn't be dead just yet. I know she can pull through this."
Thrice: (( Pretty much no. I got just as little idea as Al of what's going on ))
Thrice: (( as it should be ))
Thrice: (( Also my creek is overflowing and it's supposed to rain all night and day (waiting) ))

Tiffany:
Tiff looks back at her companion. "Yeah. She can. But she shouldn't have to." She turns back to Casey. "If you ever touch her again, I'll kill you myself, " she growls.

Casey:
Casey smriks and raises his arm up. "I look forward to it." He casually saunters away, a worried Glenn following suit.

Glenn:
"I'm sorry for everything...really." Glenn tells to nobody in particular.

Aphex Twin:
Aphex disippates as Tiffany's focus shifts to trying to investigate just how bad the damage is...

Ladd:
"Hey, are you alright? What the hell happened here!?" Ladd yells from above

Tiffany:
She gets down on her knees. "Cheryl! Cheryl, it's me, Tiff, are you okay? Ladd, she's down here! I don't think she's conscious!"

Cheryl:
Cheryl sniffles, unable to move from the shooting pain running through her body. She can't reply however, whimpering again instead.

Ladd:
"Oh god, seriously?" Ladd jumps down from the railway, and falls from the impact. "Aach! Stupid idea, stupid idea..." That doesn't prevent him from running up to Cheryl's body.

Ladd:
"What are you waiting for? Let's carry her somewhere safe!"

Tiffany:
Tiff winces at Ladd's mishap. "Are you kidding? We can't move her like this! Haven't you called an ambulance yet?! Cheryl, it's going to be fine, everything's going to be okay! He's gone now..."

Cheryl:
Cheryl balls her hand into a fist at hearing this, "I...couldn't.....beat him...."

Ladd:
"Oh c'm- FINE!" Ladd makes a beeline to the nearest payphone, and dials 911 in a jiffy

Tiffany:
"...no, you couldn't, it's okay... we'll get you out of here, just keep breathing... relax..."
tirkaroKujo:
After a short moment of waiting, the emergency services arrive (it seems they've been rather busy today) and pick up Cher on a stretcher.
tirkaroKujo:
It seems the poilice are also investigating nearby, a few officers looking around, taking note of things as per usual
Tiffany: (( great, the fuzz ))
Thrice:
What are you, MExican
Cheryl: (( Well we did just destroy half a building and kill a man. ))
Thrice:
they're not gonna deport you

Ladd:
"Sheesh...I hope she's gonna be all right..." Ladd states as Cher is loaded onto the vehicle. "Probably won't be able to return to her house now..."
Tiffany: (( wait, we did? ))
Tiffany: (( Who did we kill? ))
Cheryl: (( Casey cut a man in half. I wasn't joking when I said that. ))
Tiffany: (( did they have a name? ))
Cheryl: (( Stewart. He had a daughter too. ))
Tiffany: (( Jesus christ. ))
Cheryl: (( I'm tellin you man, this log is a goodun. ))
Thrice:
Yes, random people dying always cheers me up too

Ladd:
"So...." Ladd says, holding onto his hat in the wind. "Now what do we do?"
Thrice:
Get a chuckle out of it, every time

Tiffany:
"Now?" Tiff watches as Cheryl gets taken away. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to be there when she gets up. You and Rosa hit it off, didn't you? See if you can stay the night at her place."
Thrice:
Ladd the ladykiller
Rosalinda: (( No don't you dare ))
Thrice:
I like how Tiffany's just like
Tiffany: (( too late, already did ))
Thrice:
"GO ASK ROSA IF SHE'LL LET YOU SLEEP WITH HER (D)"

Ladd:
Ladd scratches his head. "Sleep on the street then. Got it."

Tiffany:
"Oh, don't be like that. My parents would KILL me if I had a boy over, I can't have you spending the night. Don't you have anyone else?"
Thrice:
Is LAdd just homeless?
Thrice:
When did you guys destroy his house?

Tiffany:
"You're free to wait with me at the hospital."
Tiffany: (( recent family issues, or something ))
Thrice:
Oh god his father is Adel Zhen

Ladd:
"*Sigh* I don't have a choice, do I? Fine, it's probably cozy in there anyway."
tirkaroKujo:
You both wait at the hospital nearby; Cheryl's recovery takes a full night of endless worry, but at least you wake up with full health. If you wish to do anything in-between, lay it on me

Tiffany:
Healed up!

Cheryl:
Healed up!
Tiffany: (( Nope, waiting's pretty much the only option available ))
Tiffany: (( I'd do my homework, that's about it ))

Alloces:
as if I even need it
Tiffany: (( well ))
Tiffany: (( I'd probably call Rosa, actually. ))
Thrice:
Hell would you call ROSA for
Thrice:
Medicine already did it
Thrice:
you don't need prayer
Tiffany: (( Damn you. ))
Tiffany: (( or at least try to look LINDA'S name up in the phonebook ))
Tiffany: (( I don't think I have her number ))
tirkaroKujo:
The doctor tells you that Cheryl's wounds have healed up shockingly fast. You're now free to visit her; it's said she'll be healthy enough to start moving again in a few hours. (Probably in no fighting condition though)
tirkaroKujo:
this is the only suitable hospital map I have, sue me
Tiffany: (( Gonna assume the phonebook was a bust then. ))
Tiffany: (( definitely attempted it though ))
Cheryl: (( You just look up "Rosalinda" in the phonebook all night ))
Cheryl: (( Since you don't know her last name ))
Tiffany: (( NONE OF US HAVE LAST NAMes actually all of us do. Huh. ))
Thrice:
huh this looks familiar for some reason
Thrice:
Should it?
tirkaroKujo:
Unless you've played Inazuma Eleven, probably not
Thrice:
ah
Tiffany: (( y'know what it looks like? ))
Thrice:
I was randomly thinking Mario Tennis GBA or some shit.
Tiffany: (( those carpets that everyone had as kids ))
Cheryl: (( I had a last name. But I use it about as much as I use my stage name ))
Tiffany: (( the top-left one, at least ))
tirkaroKujo:
dude, those were mad tight
Tiffany: (( they really were ))
Tiffany: (( they were like, the precursor to maps ))
Tiffany: (( but they had cars ))
Tiffany: (( vroom ))
tirkaroKujo:
Anyway
Thrice:
*replaces all of Agi's carpets with LEGO look-alives*
Tiffany: (( I wear shoes in the house anyway ))
Thrice:
HWAT A NIGGER
Thrice:
and Al does have a last name too, but like that matters
Cheryl: (( ANYWAY. . . ))
Thrice:
>look-alives
Thrice:
I've slipped
Rosalinda: (( prettty sure we've (or rather, at least it's implied) that we exchanged numbers ))
Rosalinda: (( *late* ))
Tiffany: (( I wasn't going to question it, but now that you have, I must ))
tirkaroKujo:
actually, TWILT is right
tirkaroKujo:
you kinda have
tirkaroKujo:
so feel free to I guess

Tiffany:
LET'S DO THE TIME WARP...
Thrice:
Shit, the doctor's high as fuck.
Tiffany: (( So I'd have called Rosa roughly around the time we got all settled into the hospital and such ))

Rosalinda:
Linda is taking a nice long bath, after all the craziness that was going on. "Ahhh...now I can just relax for the rest of the day..."
Tiffany: (( figure out what would've been happening then ))
Tiffany: (( there we go ))
Rosalinda: (( yaay fanservice~ ))
Tiffany: (( obligatory fanservice indeed ))
Cheryl: (( Oh God, it's Mr. Higsby. He's gonna turn evil and be called Dr. Phil Badman. Fucking calling it nolw ))
Thrice:
>implying we have fans

Tiffany:
bubbidabrrring, bubbidabrrrriiiing
Thrice:
At least he'll be good again in the next session, MT
Thrice:
and he'll sell you drugs

Tiffany:
bubbidabrrring, bubbidabrrrriiiing
Tiffany: (( Oh shit, I never ate dinner. ))
Tiffany: (( Gonna slap together a sandwich. ))

Rosalinda:
Linda brought her phone to the bathroom, in order to pick to say, "Helllooo?"

Rosalinda:
to pick it up and say*
Thrice:
what
Thrice:
I assume you also brought a shovel
Thrice:
Just in case you need to dig a fossil out of the ground
Rosalinda: (( MAYBE ))
Thrice:
or some other extremely specific item

Tiffany:
"Rosa! It's Tiff, how's your night going? Ladd and I are sort of here at the hospital, I thought you deserved to know."

Tiffany:
*LINDA

Tiffany:
*I WILL GET IT RIGHT ONE OF THESE DAYS

Rosalinda:
"Ohhh, you've caught me in the middle of a bath."

Rosalinda:
"Why are you guys in the hospital? Grandparents' back act up or something?"

Tiffany:
"Well, you enjoy those bubbles while we nurse our wounds. There was another run-in today with that Casey guy, Cheryl ended up pretty nastily. The doctors haven't told us much other than 'she's going to be fine,' which I suppose is all we need to know right now..."

Rosalinda:
"W-what?! Which hospital you guys are at? I'll go there ASAP!"
Thrice:
Linda, remember: Clothes
Rosalinda: (( Yeah yeah >: ))

Tiffany:
"Oh, one sec - St. Martin's General, I guess? There's not really much we can do, we're just waiting here until she wakes up. Could use the extra company, though..."
Rosalinda: (( oh and what time is it ingame ))
Tiffany: (( Bath time. ))
Thrice:
probably something like 11 or some shit
tirkaroKujo:
I'll go with 11
Thrice:
Hm, haven't you passed your curfew, Tiff? Going to have to dock your pay

Rosalinda:
"Alright, I'll see you there!" Linda hangs up.
Tiffany: (( Huh, wonder who I'm abandoning right now ))
Tiffany: (( « 1d2 = 2 » 1 mom, 2 dad ))
Tiffany: (( That's probably the worse of the two. ))
Thrice:
SPARE THE ROD, SPOIL THE CHILD.

Rosalinda:
She then quickly gets out of her bath, and puts on her night clothes. "Can't I just have one moment of relaxation...?" *sigh*
Thrice:
Nope
Thrice:
Tirk games are Warlord games now
Thrice:
There ain't no such thing
Thrice:
you won't ever get a break.
tirkaroKujo:
You hurry on over to the hospital, where Ladd and Tiff await in the waiting room
Tiffany: (( is Feels good, man still her ))
Tiffany: (( e ))

Rosalinda:
Linda quickly runs towards the two. "Guys, I'm here!"

Dr. Phil Goodman:
Goodman is still managing some desk-related things, and will probably be called into another room soon.

Tiffany:
Tiff gives her a wave, sitting down on one of the many benches. "Hey, Rosa, glad you could make it... she's sleeping right now. I was just getting some homework done."

Ladd:
"And I was just...sitting over here. Glad to see you anyway. Totally missed Buffy by the way..."

Rosalinda:
"Tell me exactly what happened."

Rosalinda:
"Oh...my TV's broken now, so I couldn't watch my anime...hahahaha...*SIGH*"
Tiffany: (( Piece of Mind was pretty obviously a TV, right? Obviously I can't jump to the insanely illogical, but truthful conclusion ))
Thrice:
it's a stand, agi
Tiffany: (( I'm glad you remembered that too ))

Tiffany:
"Well, we were just at the store, shopping like normal... then all of a sudden, those shadowy robot.. whatever they are showed up again, with some guy I'd never seen before!"

Tiffany:
"They were after... you know, as usual, and Cheryl and I were holding them off..."

Tiffany:
"Then HE showed up,"

Ladd:
"Pretty sure I got knocked out pretty early there...*sigh*"
Thrice:
You're just telling the doctor that you're his next mark, you know.
Thrice:
Cheryl's good as dead (D)

Rosalinda:
"Shit, I am so sorry guys...I shouldn't have gone home...maybe, just maybe if I decided to go with you guys.."
Tiffany: (( I ain't telling the doctor jack, he's doing unimportant desk work (D) ))

Ladd:
"Oh it's alright. No way you could have known, after all." Ladd takes off his cap and scratches his head. "Not sure what we're getting into though...it's been a long couple of days."

Tiffany:
"Yeah... maybe. I don't know, I sort of passed out midway into the fight. By the time I woke up, Casey and Cheryl were gone."

Rosalinda:
"...Is she going to be alright?"

Tiffany:
"...yeah, she'll be fine. I think she took it harder to heart than anything... Casey is brutal."

Rosalinda:
"...Damnit!" Linda kicks the wall out of frustration.
Tiffany: (( DAMN IT, SHE'LL BE OKAY. ))
Cheryl: (( Rosalinda really hates walls. ))

Dr. Phil Goodman:
"If you would please..." the doctor looks up from his desk flatly.

Tiffany:
"Hey, don't get us thrown out of here!"
Thrice:
Yes, yell

Rosalinda:
"S-sorry..."
Thrice:
That will make it better
Thrice:
not like you're supposed to be quiet in hospitals or anything

Ladd:
"Let's just relax and wait till tomorrow. Doc said she'll be recovering by the morning anyway."

Tiffany:
"Ugh..." Tiffany reclines back, head dangling. "This 'Wars' thing is really more trouble than it's worth... but we can't just hand it over to that psychopath..."

Rosalinda:
"You're right...guess we should all go home and get some rest..."
Cheryl: (( You were totally ready to hand it over to that psychopath though ))
Tiffany: (( it was a bluff ))
Tiffany: (( I was going to fling it into the distance and have him chase it ))
Thrice:
You should have just destroyed it.
Tiffany: (( but he ended up not wanting it after all ))

Rosalinda:
"...Give it to me."
Thrice:
Or threatened to

Ladd:
"Haha, yeah...home." Ladd reclines onto the nearby seats. "Home indeed."
Cheryl: (( Should've stuck it down your top. ))
Tiffany: (( I don't HAVE a top ))
Tiffany: (( there's no storage space ))

Rosalinda:
"Whoever's behind all this mess, I'll take care of it myself."

Rosalinda:
"It's...kinda my fault anyway." Linda is reminded how she's not exactly human anymore...

Tiffany:
"...are you out of your mind? I don't care HOW good of a fighter you are, there's no way you can handle Casey yourself. Even Cheryl couldn't, and she had who knows how much built-up rage for that guy. Think of the adrenaline."

Rosalinda:
"I'm not saying I can do this alone. I'll need you, and Cheryl's help."

Tiffany:
"Look, seriously, it's not your fault. Yeah, it would've been nice to have you there, and things might've gone differently, but you couldn't have known."

Rosalinda:
"But please...let me take the responsibility."

Tiffany:
"If our help's all you need, I don't see if it matters who's holding the thing. We go to the same school, we're in the same band - we just don't hang out as much. I don't want you getting ambushed by this guy alone."
Rosalinda: (( we're in the same band now ))
Rosalinda: (( oh wait neverind ))
Rosalinda: (( *typo ))

Tiffany:
"Besides..." here, Tiff pulls her bag containing the orb a bit closer to herself. "I think there's more to this than we've figured out..."

Rosalinda:
"Alright...from now on though, we gotta stick together. If something happens, call me ASAP."

Tiffany:
"I don't know what it was..." Tiff drops into a whisper. "But something else tried to take it while we were there. Something that Casey knew, and seemed to be on th same side."

Rosalinda:
"Hmm, We should plan our next move tomorrow...I'm gonna head home now, if you don't need me for anything else."

Rosalinda:
"Well, good night Tiff and Ladd. Tell Cheryl I said I hope she gets better." Linda says as she prepares to leave.

Ladd:
"I just hope everyone's gonna get out of this in one piece. These past few days may have been surreal, but it's nothing we can't power through, right?"

Tiffany:
"Don't you want to know what-? oh, fine then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. You're right, Ladd, so long as we stick together, we'll get through this!"
Tiffany: (( and thus ends the only time anyone will agree with Ladd ))

Rosalinda:
Linda smiles. "Yeah. Nothing we can't do as a team...!"

Rosalinda:
"Don't I want to know what Tiff? I have some time."
Ladd: (( does Linda even know about the dinner (waiting) ))
Thrice:
Dude, nobody cares about the dinner anymore
Tiffany: (( She does not ))
Thrice:
Only Al is going to show up.
Rosalinda: (( Dinner? :V ))
Ladd: (( I know ))
Ladd: (( just curious ))
Tiffany: (( But it's kinda low priority right now anyway, more of a passing thing ))

Tiffany:
"About the THING that showed up, right out of nowhere!"

Tiffany:
"I'd say it was the guy's replicant, but he was already knocked out..."

Rosalinda:
"Hmm..."

Ladd:
"What if it was, like, one of those powers that only awaken once they die or something? Remember seeing something like that in a comic once..."

Rosalinda:
"We should probably discuss this in the morning when Cheryl's recovered and our heads are more clear."

Rosalinda:
"Well...see ya. Don't do anything reckless." Linda says as she proceeds to leave the hospital.

Rosalinda:
"Though...heh, maybe I should take my own advice." Linda says with a smile.

Tiffany:
"I'm telling you though, it was like... a floating TV screen! It just flew right towards me- jeez, she really wants to get home, doesn't she? Whatever... bye, Linda." Tiff gives a somewhat irked wave goodbye.

Ladd:
"I think we could all use that advice. Doesn't mean anyone will take it...for better and for worse." Ladd waves goodbye as well

Rosalinda:
Linda quickly heads home, hoping to finally get some rest from all of today's drama. "Now to continue that bath..."
Tiffany: (( I suppose that's time to cut it then ))
tirkaroKujo:
yeeeeep

Rosalinda:
TO BE CONTINUED
tirkaroKujo:
The music daaance, and siiing....

Cheryl:
Ow my everything.
tirkaroKujo:
they make the childreeeen really ring

Rosalinda:
Sooo when's next session?
Thrice:
It's uh
Thrice:
"muses"
Thrice:
not music

Tiffany:
That's what I get for trying to bring Linda's attention to the fact that maybe what's-her-face isn't necessarily a good guy

Tiffany:
ignored, in favor of bath (waiting)

Rosalinda:
Heyheyhey
Thrice:
she's probably more good than most people in this game

Rosalinda:
You'd want a relaxing sexy bath too
Thrice:
who's to say YOU'RE good guys

Cheryl:
Friday is the next day I can
tirkaroKujo:
Not sure

Tiffany:
My schedule ain't remotely finished.
Thrice:
I'd say there's a slight chance I might not be here then
tirkaroKujo:
what MT said then
Thrice:
But...

Rosalinda:
Tomorrow is a no go right?
Thrice:
It wouldn't matter, at all

Tiffany:
I don't GET a sexy bath.

Tiffany:
I get to sit here soaked in my own blood at the hospital
tirkaroKujo:
We could tomorrow if MT's schedule lets us I guess

Tiffany:
As does Cheryl
Thrice:
I uh, also might not be here then. I really dunno

Cheryl:
I'm off tomorrow, but I thought there was a particualr reason we weren't tomorrow
Thrice:
But, again, it shouldn't matter

Cheryl:
Oh yeah, PC isn't there
Thrice:
I was gonna go
Thrice:
Or well, I might
Thrice:
Again, I don't know - but it doesn't matter, from the looks of things

Rosalinda:
Unless you want to play without Thrice

Rosalinda:
Again (waiting)
Thrice:
The dinner'll be offscreen cause Al will be the only one there
Thrice:
So that's not really important
tirkaroKujo:
Eeeeh

Tiffany:
When's the dinner again?
Thrice:
Tomorrow, in-gam
Thrice:
e
tirkaroKujo:
indeed

Tiffany:
"Tomorrow" being "not in the morning, but the NEXT morning?"
tirkaroKujo:
at I guess 2 PM ish

Cheryl:
This an old folks dinner that they're eating so early? (D)

Rosalinda:
Dinner is like at 6PM >:V
Thrice:
As in, Saturday, you brought Cheryl to the hospital at 11 PM Friday
tirkaroKujo:
Fine, 6 PM, what have you >:V
Thrice:
I think I actually made up "dinner" on my own
tirkaroKujo:
No, it was a dinner

Tiffany:
Waitwhatwho
Thrice:
I thought she just said it was a charity thing (HMM)

Tiffany:
I thought today was Thursday, in-game
tirkaroKujo:
GOD
tirkaroKujo:
FUCKING
tirkaroKujo:
DAMMIT AGI

Tiffany:
...(XD)
Thrice:
just
tirkaroKujo:
YOU SAID YOU WANTED ME TO LET THIS THING GO
Thrice:
kick him
tirkaroKujo:
BUT OH GOD ARE YOU MAKING IT SO
tirkaroKujo:
SO FUCKING HARD

Tiffany:
NO SERIOUSLY.
Thrice:
NO, IT'S FUCKING FRIDAY

Tiffany:
I'M PRETTY FUCKING SURE
Thrice:
HONESTLY I SORT OF THOUGHT IT WAS -SATURDAY- IN-GAME TODAY.

Tiffany:
THAT IT WAS IN TWO DAYS FROM THE TIME YOU CALLED ME.
Thrice:
No, it was ONE

Tiffany:
WELL -SHIT-.

Tiffany:
HEY ROSA, THERE'S A THI- FUCK, THERE SHE WENT>
Thrice:
But again, uh
Thrice:
You guys aren't going to give a shit
Thrice:
After tonight's events
tirkaroKujo:
listen
Thrice:
Does -Cheryl- even know
tirkaroKujo:
today was Friday

Tiffany:
She does
tirkaroKujo:
Tomorrow is Saturday

Cheryl:
Pastebin this shit btw, yo
tirkaroKujo:
shaw thing

Rosalinda:
Sunday is sexy fun time with me Sialia : D

Tiffany:
I SWEAR TO GOD IT WAS THURSDAY

Cheryl:
thnx babe

Rosalinda:
with me and Sialia* derp
Thrice:
Man, just how many sides are the PCs on
tirkaroKujo:
as soon as Pastebin wants to load (waiting)

Tiffany:
Well WHY THE SHIT DID AL SAY "ON SATURDAY" then

Tiffany:
instead of "FUCKING TOMORROW YOU DUMB SHIT"
Thrice:
Because you're a dumb shit?
Thrice:
You'd be like "Is that TOMORROW, or the morning AFTER?"
Thrice:
He ain't putting up with that bullshit
tirkaroKujo:
http://pastebin.com/pgSDY5FA