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[19:42] <@Teruzi|GM> ||||
[19:42] <@Teruzi|GM> ...
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[19:51] <@Teruzi|GM> Warm. Slick. Sticky.
[19:51] <@Teruzi|GM> Not unlike a wave. Not unlike a gust of wind. Something out his control, something he can't stop.
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[19:53] <@Teruzi|GM> Skittering, chattering and biting.
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[19:54] <@Teruzi|GM> He has to scream, but if he opens his mouth they will get in him.
[19:54] <@Teruzi|GM> Suffocating. Encompassing. Panicking.
[19:55] <@Teruzi|GM> The strange horde of rabbits subsuming, consuming. Is this blood his own? Of Rubens? Why is she laughing?
[19:55] <@Teruzi|GM> She laughs, while Dom chokes.
[19:55] <@Teruzi|GM> He wants to puke.
[19:55] <@Teruzi|GM> Then the world breaks. She stops laughing.
[19:55] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[19:58] <@Teruzi|GM> "Waste of fucking time, if you ask me." Hare comments, as Uncle Vinny sighs again.
[19:59] <@Teruzi|GM> "Well, I didn't. So shut the fuck up." He answers exasperated. Dom is slowly but surely missing the ability to see out of one eye.
[20:00] <@Teruzi|GM> Uncle Vinny was his favorite uncle, even when he punched Dom in the face repeatedly. Boxing practice, he said. Going to teach how to hold you own, he said. Now Dom is pretty sure one of his teeth is loose. Fuck.
[20:01] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:01] <@Teruzi|GM> Half an hour later, Dom is staring at the ceiling, laying on the floor of the ring.
[20:02] <@Teruzi|GM> He can't see for shit. He can barely breathe properly. Uncle Vinny helps him sit up, while ice is applied to his face.
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[20:03] <@Teruzi|GM> "Well, you might be a punk. But you're a fucking stubborn punk."
[20:03] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:04] <@Teruzi|GM> The police had come around the school again. Dom was keenly aware of the stares of his classmates. Teachers were supervising that each kid went home properly for the day. The school gates were full of hired help picking up rich kids.
[20:05] <@Teruzi|GM> Dom could see the car that was going to pick him up. Fuck.
[20:05] <@Teruzi|GM> Luckily, it's not Hare today. One of the new guys. What was his name? Casper?
[20:07] <@Teruzi|GM> Recently, they had been more careful. Ever since Dom got caught up with the 'family business.'
[20:09] <@Teruzi|GM> Looking around, Dom could  feel an invisible barrier between himself and everyone else. Chauffeurs and parents avoided looking at him. Casper stared intently at Dom, waiting for him to get out of the school.
[20:09] <@Teruzi|GM> Parked behind Casper, two cops drank coffee in their patrol car.
[20:09] <@Teruzi|GM> Fuck.
[20:10] <@Teruzi|GM> His history teacher looked at him for just a moment. Then looked away.
[20:10] <@Teruzi|GM> Fuck.
[20:10] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:11] <@Teruzi|GM> "What are you? Some sort of faggot?" His father asked through clenched teeth.
[20:11] <@Teruzi|GM> Uncle Vinny stared at Dom with pleading eyes. Dom felt the bile rising in his throat.
[20:12] <@Teruzi|GM> There was a metal smell in the air.
[20:12] <@Teruzi|GM> "Hit him!" His father bellowed, smacking Dom in the back of his head. His hands were gripping the bat so hard they had turned white.
[20:13] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:14] <@Teruzi|GM> "The fuck you looking at, asshole?" The senior said, after bumping against Dom.
[20:15] <@Teruzi|GM> Dom had gotten into fights before. Maybe he couldn't throw a good punch, but he could take many. He was getting eerily used to the violence. At some point in his life, it had worm its way into his brain.
[20:16] <@Teruzi|GM> From the gate, the Hare smiled at him. Her teeth seemed sharp, like a predators. She was smiling, but tense.
[20:16] <@Teruzi|GM> No. Not tense.
[20:16] <@Teruzi|GM> Poised.
[20:17] <@Teruzi|GM> "I said-" The tall senior said, shoving Dom with some force. "What the fuck are you looking at, Moretti?"
[20:17] <@Teruzi|GM> The Hare waited. Joyous. Ravenous.
[20:18] <@Teruzi|GM> Something like worry gnawed at Dom. Something more instinctual. Something that had been hammered into him over and over, via violence and guile.
[20:18] <@Teruzi|GM> Danger.
[20:18] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:18] <@Teruzi|GM> Warm. Slick. Sticky.
[20:18] <@Teruzi|GM> Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck!
[20:19] <@Teruzi|GM> Far above, past the sky-
[20:19] <@Teruzi|GM> The gods swim in the void. They swim, without moving.
[20:20] <@Teruzi|GM> Destination.
[20:20] <@Teruzi|GM> Agreement.
[20:20] <@Teruzi|GM> He can't understand. He is but a speck of dust.
[20:21] <@Teruzi|GM> She doesn't laugh, staring up at the gods that cover the very sky. The stars are slowly engulfed by the sight.
[20:21] <@Teruzi|GM> Closer, ever closer.
[20:21] <@Teruzi|GM> The gods are dying and Dom can't do anything but stare.
[20:21] <@Teruzi|GM> He feels blood, all over him. He wants to scream.
[20:22] <@Teruzi|GM> He screams, but he doesn't. Something is climbing up his throat. The gods bleed.
[20:22] <@Teruzi|GM> Destination.
[20:22] <@Teruzi|GM> Agreement.
[20:22] <@Teruzi|GM> They are going to crush him. They are going to crush him. They are going to crush him.
[20:22] <@Teruzi|GM> But then, they don't.
[20:23] <@Teruzi|GM> Something opens his mouth. He screams, with two mouths. He bites down on the nearest rabbit.
[20:23] <@Teruzi|GM> He is hungry, but he is full. He must feed.
[20:25] <@Teruzi|GM> New legs are born. Muscle, ligament and bone. He knows this now. He understands this.  His body, but not his own, grows stronger. Ever stronger. He tastes strength.
[20:25] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:25] <@Teruzi|GM> He only stops punching when he hears the sirens in the distance. Fuck.
[20:25] <@Teruzi|GM> Fuck!
[20:25] <@Teruzi|GM> Was that the Hare?
[20:26] <@Teruzi|GM> He looks with two sets of eyes. Something is next to him, but that something is himself. It's not unlike a skinned dog. Strange proportions and a gigantic mouth.
[20:26] <@Teruzi|GM> Nearby, people scream. There's so much blood around.
[20:26] <@Teruzi|GM> Fuck.
[20:26] <@Teruzi|GM> He wants to puke. Did he bit her? Where are her eyes?
[20:27] <@Teruzi|GM> His new body looks at him with a strangely familiar face.
[20:28] <@Teruzi|GM> He want to puke, but he is hungry.  So much blood. So much fucking blood. The street is littered with the corpses of the mutant rabbits of Hare. None live.
[20:28] <@Teruzi|GM> None remain. Had he done this?
[20:28] <@Teruzi|GM> He couldn't-
[20:28] <@Teruzi|GM> He couldn't remember.
[20:28] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:29] <@Teruzi|GM> "Now remember, Punk. Let go of the gun and walk away." Uncle Vinny had said, mocking that old ass movie.
[20:30] <@Teruzi|GM> |||
[20:30] <@Teruzi|GM> Sirens, again. Close. He had to move. Had to-
[20:30] <@Teruzi|GM> Fuck. Did he just kill the Hare? What did he do?||
[20:34] <~tubes|Dom> ...
03[20:34] * Topic is 'One-shots, cakewalks, murderwalks, and non-WD games. Try not to break anything, would you?'
03[20:34] * Set by tubes|GM!tubes@net-bj4.rdt.21.185.IP on Fri Sep 22 20:56:02
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[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> What...what?
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> What the fuck!??!?!
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> Oh jesus, what the fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck -
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> He had - had he? No, that was the Hare, that was the kind of shit she loved to fucking -
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> But she was - she was dead. Probably. I mean, uh, you couldn't look like, that,  generally and still be - fuck! What the fuck!
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> What the fuck had even happened?!?! That douche Scott Mathis was just being a douche like usual, and she'd unleashed her swarm of little monsters, and, and-
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> He'd woken up in the middle of this mess. He could only remember bits and pieces, and, and- Fuck, he could figure it all out later. He, he needed to get away from here. The cops were coming, and, and.
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> He'd rocked the boat. Rocking the boat was bad for business, Dad liked to say. Things tend to fall overboard. Luckily, the trouble tends to fall overboard too. Mom liked to add that in. He was pretty sure they practiced it, to scary the shit out of small fry. Or maybe they'd just been doing it that long. He's not sure which he prefers.
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> Oh fuck. He needed to run. But where to? He, he needed a change of clothes. They'd spot him right away, since he was covered in, in, /everything/. It doesn't make him as sick as he feels like it should. Maybe he'd been expecting something like this to happen all along. That makes him feel pretty sick.
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> Gym. He'd run to the gym. Locker room. Find some clothes. Then he'd, he'd figure something out.
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> Dom runs for the gym. All six legs.
[20:52] <~tubes|Dom> Six? ||
[20:54] <@Teruzi|GM> ...
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[20:59] <@Teruzi|GM> He half hops, half runs with his other body. Four extra legs. Two eyes, with more being digested in his belly. Dom is sure he could just  ... will them out. What a strange feeling.
[21:02] <@Teruzi|GM> Like becoming aware of his breathing. Or how he walks. The way his tongue rests in his mouth. Just thinking about it causes an itch to  flare in his skin. His other body-
[21:02] <@Teruzi|GM> It feels no warmth. It has no hair and barely any skin. Exposed to the elements and consuming flesh to sustain itself.
[21:03] <@Teruzi|GM> Sirens in the distance. Dom can't help but imagine the face of Don Moretti, his father, staring at him with contempt. They had never gotten along. His father only showed his emotions in violent outbursts.
[21:03] <@Teruzi|GM> God. Was his father going to kill him?
[21:04] <@Teruzi|GM> He could picture it. Her mother would cry, but silently. She would look away. Everyone did.
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[21:06] <@Teruzi|GM> First, clothes. Did he have time for a shower? No, he did not. Did he grab his clothes?
[21:07] <@Teruzi|GM> Uncly Vinny flashes briefly in his mind. Not just his clothes. He had a backpack, his lock-pics and a few minutes.
[21:07] <@Teruzi|GM> He had to run away.||
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[21:27] <~tubes|Dom> The weird dog-thing next to him runs alongside him as he sprints to his locker. Or is he running alongside it? He can feel it, control it, can feel the new muscles move - and he knows they're new - the new eyes sting a little, lidless - He gets the feeling he can fix that, fix the uncomfortable sharpness ever sensation brings. But not now. Later.
[21:27] <~tubes|Dom> He had some stuff in there. He could get away. Had to get away. Hare was an important lieutenant. And she was very dead. Probably thanks to him. There wasn't a whole lot of "ask for forgiveness later' in the Moretti family. He digs in his locker, finds his bag, finds the lockpicks -
[21:27] <~tubes|Dom> Right, he forgot he had these. Well, he never really forgot, but they were really sort of a good luck charm -
[21:27] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 2h6 run the jewels baby
04[21:27] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "run the jewels baby" [6] (3)  = 6
[21:27] <~tubes|Dom> ((rushing the action))
[21:30] <@Teruzi|GM> ((You don't find jewels, but you sure find lots of pills. Rich kids, yo.))
[21:31] <@Teruzi|GM> ((Clothes for a solid week and food for a couple of days. Some cash, but not much.))
[21:43] <~tubes|Dom> Needed to stay cool. Teachers lot. Jack a car. There had to be one of them driving a beater old enough to just screwdriver, or something. ||
[21:43] <~tubes|Dom> ((whoops))
[21:45] <~tubes|Dom> He stuffs all of it in his bag. He needed to get the fuck out of here. Find a place to change, find a way to get away. Except there were hardly any fucking cars here because everyone had a fucking driver, fucking, fuck, shit -
[21:45] <~tubes|Dom> Needed to stay cool. Teachers lot. Jack a car. There had to be one of them driving a beater old enough to just screwdriver, or something. ||
[21:45] <~tubes|Dom> ((it keeps dropping lines, hold on))
[21:48] <@Teruzi|GM> ...
[21:53] <~tubes|Dom> A good luck charm Uncle Vinny had taught him how to use. "Dexterity exercise". Right. He just decides to go for the easiest target, and pops the lock of the kid next to him. His dad owned a bunch of dealerships, or something, he vaguely recalls. And probably also launders a fuckload of money, from what he also recalls, but those who live in glass houses and all that.
[21:53] <~tubes|Dom> He stuffs all of it in his bag. He needed to get the fuck out of here. Find a place to change, find a way to get away. Except there were hardly any fucking cars here because everyone had a fucking driver, fucking, fuck, shit -
[21:53] <~tubes|Dom> Needed to stay cool. Teachers lot. Jack a car. There had to be one of them driving a beater old enough to just screwdriver, or something. ||
[21:55] <@Teruzi|GM> ...
[21:56] <@Teruzi|GM> Were there even any cheap cars? Most of the teachers here made bank. Except for, like, the janitor.
[21:56] <@Teruzi|GM> Hrm. Well, it would have to do.
[21:56] <@Teruzi|GM> (Wits)
[21:59] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 1d6 wits
04[21:59] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "wits" [5]  = 5
[22:01] <@Teruzi|GM> Couldn't he take Hare's car? The driver had fled. But then again, it was covered in blood. Oh, there was always that bitch that taught math. She still drove that old car that was older than the fucking school. That should do.
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03[22:01] * Lex|Ravel is now known as Lexicon
[22:01] <@Teruzi|GM> The blood is slowly congealing on his skin. It's doesn't feel nice. The smell is weirdly attracting to his other body. Fuck.||
[22:13] <~tubes|Dom> Perfect. Low key, not covered in blood, and easy to jack. He was going to ignore the fact that he could smell his own blood, and it smelled good. Because if he didn't, he might puke.
[22:13] <~tubes|Dom> Jack the car. Get the fuck out of here. Had to stay focused. Break the window, pop the lock, pointy object in the ignition. Just like Uncle Vinny taught him. ||
[22:14] <@Teruzi|GM> (Thievery, again.)
[22:18] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 2h6 jack that shit
04[22:18] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "jack that shit" (1) [3]  = 3
[22:18] <~tubes|Dom> (rushing again)
[22:18] <@Teruzi|GM> (Guts)
[22:19] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 1d6 guts
04[22:19] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "guts" [2]  = 2
[22:19] <@Teruzi|GM> $lesser cut arm
[22:19] <+[ATM]> [Arm] [Any 1] Bleed: Applies BLEED.
[22:20] <@Teruzi|GM> Dom is rushing too much cleanly break the window. It shatters, cutting his arm some when he hurries to unlock the car-
[22:21] <@Teruzi|GM> Without thinking about it, his other mouth laps at the blood. The pain subsides some. It's overshadowed by joy.
[22:21] <@Teruzi|GM> The joy of eating.
[22:21] <@Teruzi|GM> Okay. Okay. Focus.
[22:21] <@Teruzi|GM> He had the car. Some cash. Clothes. Some pills. His ... other body.
[22:22] <@Teruzi|GM> Police probably would be here in no time, if they weren't already. Fuck. He had no time to rush.
[22:23] <@Teruzi|GM> With trembling and bloodied fingers Dom tries to start the car. It takes a couple of tries, but he is successful. His cellphone starts to vibrate. Fuck, fuck, fuck.||
[22:26] <@Teruzi|GM> -||
[22:26] <@Teruzi|GM> He had a car but-
[22:26] <@Teruzi|GM> What now? What the fuck could he do now?||
[22:42] <~tubes|Dom> The joy battles with raw disgust at enjoying the taste of, of, himself. Couldn't think about that. His desperate prayers for the shitty old car to turn over are answered. He climbs in. Twice.
[22:42] <~tubes|Dom> He's sure this was the kind of thing the police had been waiting for. They'd be after him. His family would be after him. Where the fuck was he going to go? He...he needed to get out of town. He could think about it then.
[22:42] <~tubes|Dom> Of course, his phone picks the moment he's having an existential crisis to ring. He throws it out the window without even looking at it. He's pretty sure they could track that shit, and it's not like he had any friends who'd be calling to check after his fucking health.
[22:42] <~tubes|Dom> Of course, he didn't even have a fucking license, and a fucked up skinless dog thing that was also him that liked to /fucking eat people/ was riding shotgun -
[22:42] <~tubes|Dom> Calm, calm, had to stay calm. That was the motto, right? You panicked, you lost control, you lost control, you lost the fight, and-
[22:42] <~tubes|Dom> He puts the car into gear and drives. Slowly. Don't attract attention. Oh jesus, they were just going to fucking light him up, and he was still covered in /fucking blood/, and his own /fucking blood smelled good/. He only barely manages to keep his breathing under control. ||
[22:44] <@Teruzi|GM> Control. It's all about control in the end. His other body sits down, slowly retracting into itself. Trying to make itself less conspicuous. But there's not enough knowledge in his head to do that. So it just retreats. Probably the weirdest beach ball ever. Fuck.
[22:45] <@Teruzi|GM> He stares at his cut, where he licked himself. Most of the blood was gone. Wiped clean.
[22:45] <@Teruzi|GM> No saliva or nothing of the sort.
[22:46] <@Teruzi|GM> His other body felt strangely nourished.  Could he take advantage of that?|
[22:46] <@Teruzi|GM> *||
[22:55] <~tubes|Dom> He glances over at...himself. That looked like a skinless, bug-eyed dog. Right, a dead giveaway. It feels full, in a purposeful way. He tries not think about why it feels full, and instead just focuses on the feeling.
[22:55] <~tubes|Dom> He tries to will it into growing some skin. And eyelids. ||
[22:57] <@Teruzi|GM> Skin is complicated. He doesn't know a lot of skin. Some from her throat. Yeah. He can replicate that.
[22:59] <@Teruzi|GM> Dom keeps his eyes closed, but tries to blink. He fails at first. Then barely blinks the second time. He's pretty sure he blinked the third one. Looking at his other body, he sees a weird flesh thing with pale skin and lots of eyes. Well.
[22:59] <@Teruzi|GM> Could be worse.
[22:59] <@Teruzi|GM> He feels full, but hungry.||
[23:13] <~tubes|Dom> It - He? - Now looks more suspicious than when it started. And has about half a dozen eyes. And was hungry again. The blood all over his shirt and pants smells good. At least most of it wasn't his this time.
[23:13] <~tubes|Dom> At least he could see...a lot. He watches behind himself for anything suspicious. He'll have his dog-thing duck to the floor if he spots something, but other than, he tries to focus on driving, becuase he's not entirely sure how to do it.
[23:13] <~tubes|Dom> Jesus, what the fuck was he doing, he should just go home and fucking beg on his knees -
[23:13] <~tubes|Dom> No, fuck, he knew what happened after that. If he was lucky, the place was crawling with heroes and police, who'd finally found an excuse. And somehow decided they no longer wanted all the bribes he was sure they took, or didn't care about the piles of blackmail and hostages he was sure his father had. Fuck.
[23:13] <~tubes|Dom> Just, just, focus on driving. Get out of town. He could have a mental breakdown out in the woods somewhere. ||
[23:17] <@Teruzi|GM> (Wits, please)
[23:18] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 1d6 wits
04[23:18] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "wits" [5]  = 5
[23:23] <@Teruzi|GM> (now sneak, please.)
[23:23] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 2h6 sneak
04[23:23] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "sneak" [6] (4)  = 6
[23:24] <@Teruzi|GM> Don't drive fast. Don't rush. You have several sets of eyes. Use them. Take your time. Don't look out of place. Don't stop moving.
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[23:24] <@Teruzi|GM> It's not confusing to see from two different perspectives. Indeed, it's vaguely reassuring to have the extra field of view. He's driving pretty well, all things considered.
[23:25] <@Teruzi|GM> Out of the corner of his eyes he sees an azure trail in the sky. Fuck. That meant the capes were already in the scene.
[23:27] <@Teruzi|GM> Ten tense minutes pass, but no one stops him. Fifteen minutes, but he keeps driving. It all feels hazy, like a dream. He hears distant sirens slowing down. He's dimly aware he needs to ditch the car soon, but he doesn't know what to do. Where should he go?
[23:27] <@Teruzi|GM> Right now, Dom feels like putting as much distance as he could between his father and himself.||
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Session Time: Sat Oct 14 00:00:00 2017
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> At 45 minutes, he pulls over at a truck stop. He needs another ride, and he can't exactly take Bug-eyes here for a walk. Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck.
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> He most definitely does not cry. A little bit. Or a lot.
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> Okay, okay, he, he needed to do something. Like get clean. They had showers and shit inside. They'd probably call the cops if he walked in covered in blood.  Not that they weren't already looking for him. He needed to park the car somewhere where fliers looking for it couldn't find it. His father wouldn't send his 'aunts' and 'uncles' after him. He'd hire professionals. Which meant he needed to
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> get a head start before those phone calls were made.
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> Fuck, what the hell was he doing? Running? Where the hell was he going to go?  He could turn state's witness. Right, that'd get him even deader than he already was, and a bunch of extra people killed in the process when his dad got desperate. Fuck!
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> He slams the steering wheel in frustration. Maybe he wouldn't get stabbed in prison. Maybe they wouldn't stick him with the murder of a gang-affiliated cape and some random asshole, and Legend and Alexandria would show up and tell him he could find the keys to a new Cadillac under his seat. Instead, he turns his shirt inside out, grabs the set to change into, and walks inside. He leaves bug-eye
[00:00] <~tubes|Dom> in the car. Hopefully the stuff on his pants had dried enough that they'd take it for mud or something. Or hopefully they wouldn't ask at all. ||
[00:04] <@Teruzi|GM> He stares at himself through Bug-eye.
[00:04] <@Teruzi|GM> (give me wits)
[00:07] <~tubes|Dom> $roll 1d6 wits
04[00:07] <+[ATM]> tubes|Dom "wits" [6]  = 6
[00:10] <@Teruzi|GM> He looks ... surprisingly passable? No one pays him much attention.
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[00:15] <@Teruzi|GM> The bored clerk barely pays Dom any mind, too busy checking out  a special report on the television.
[00:17] <@Teruzi|GM> 'Three dead and two missing.' Reads the captions as the camera pans over a bloody scene. Fuuuuck.
[00:17] <@Teruzi|GM> That was his school.
[00:19] <@Teruzi|GM> "The Roanoke PRT office has yet to release a statement. It's believed that this was a revenge act committed against the Moretti family."
[00:20] <@Teruzi|GM> "One parahuman has been confirmed dead on the scene." Dom is distracted when the clerk speaks up.
[00:20] <@Teruzi|GM> "That's not too far away." The man mutters, but doesn't really look at Dom.||
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[00:45] <~tubes|Dom> He just barely manages to avoid stumbling when he hears the number. Those...those aren't right. Are they guessing? Who else? Hare, Scott, were, uh, definitely dead... Were they counting him in the missing? Who the hell else was missing? Fucking shit. Or,  or, had they just not identified a body? Maybe? Jesus, the PRT was going to put a kill order on him, and he was going to get shot in the back
[00:45] <~tubes|Dom> of the head by some psychopath with a license to kill -
[00:45] <~tubes|Dom> One thing at a time. Right. He continues to walk (entirely normally!) to the area with the coin-operated showers.
[00:45] <~tubes|Dom> He's entirely sure he's going to catch some sort of disgusting skin rot showering here, but he'll take that over smelling delicious to himself. Ugh. ||
[00:46] <@Teruzi|GM> $roll 1d2 empty?
[00:46] <+[ATM]> Teruzi|GM "empty?" [2]  = 2
[00:49] <@Teruzi|GM> With the distance between himself and, uh, himself it was easy to feel disgusted at how he smelled. How he felt. It seemed his other body had different standards. Not surprising, given that it must have eaten at least two dozens of disgusting flesh eating rabbits. Fuck.
[00:50] <@Teruzi|GM> The nausea surprises him, as he closes the door.
[00:52] <@Teruzi|GM> He wants to puke, but he doesn't want to -see- what he pukes. How long did he have before the car was reported stolen? How long until they found his locker empty?||
[00:54] <@Teruzi|GM> ((Pause))
03[00:54] * Teruzi|GM