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Much as she hated the Cantos Legacy, she found her left hand clenching and unclenching. She needed her Cane. Then she could see Demons for what they were. Was this nurse a demon? Where was this hospital? What about the doctor. Or was she just paranoid? High on pain and painkillers, and disorientated. The Nurse was being perfectly reasonable, after all. "OK, OK....I get it...." she said, slumping back, resigned to her fate. "Lets see the Doctor then, get this show on the road..." she mumbled. A second opinion couldn't hurt after all. And busting her leg up permanently would not help anybody. It was in bad enough shape even at the best of times. After all, the Nurse was being kindly, and if she responded to that with fear, she was lost anyway.
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Advancing on you!
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Tagging this - if Bloody Mess still up? Let me know when to enter Stage Left!
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Perdition? It could only be him. Had to be him, unless the webs of trickery went down, down further than her sanity could follow. But even if it was no trick, what was Johnny doing saving her? She thought the singer had wanted to kill her. In some ways, he nearly had. She had busted leg, that was true. But right now Tazel was missing and so was her cane. And on top of all of that...the kid. If he had ever been a normal kid, he surely wasn't one now. Something had possessed him, maybe...or perhaps he was a demon on along. She should have noticed. "Nurse, my leg...its gonna have to wait. I mean, I can have surgery later, right? Right now I just need a wheelchair. I gotta go do something. I know you think I am crazy..." she sighed, knowing this was gonna be a fight. "...but I can come back tomorrow..." she said, knowing it was a futile task. It was crazy, she knew. But she had to find that kid again, in that hotel...
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Throw me an Init Roll 1d20+0=15 for Morsi
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1d20+5=16 drained 4 toughness, and ouch! acid burn? nasty horrible injury...
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1d20+10=16 so it breaks down too, spitting out last passenger. Post away
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"I find I am the only one that can, madam. I'm not in the oil business myself, of course. Not here, anyway. It all boils down to steam with me, you see?" Earth Victoriana didn't have quite the same problems with environmental disasters that the this dimension did. Although he concluded they would not be far off. As industrialisation spread and natural resources dried up...well, it would need some invention and politics to sort out. He had only paid half a mind to this dimensions geopolotics and energy problems. But half of his mind was enough to grasp the fundamentals. "The problem with the plebs is their innate short sightedness. Do what makes money now, not what makes money later" he ventured. "Solar panels might be better in the long term. But then, I am afraid I am not a businessman. An engineer, yes, a mechanic, most certainly, a diplomat, by necessity, and a detective by choice" he bowed, modestly. "I leave judging people to the judges, ma'am!" he said with a smile. "But I suspect they would be lenient, most lenient, in your case".
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"Enchanted!" lied Lucien, a bit taken aback by the frost. That wouldn't stop him making every effort to be charming, of course. Sometimes, disliking somebody was all the more reason. "Well, if there's one thing worse than being known, its not being known" he said, referring to both himself and Lorena. "There is nothing wrong with a bit of luxury madame. I find I can do without the essentials in life, as long as I have the luxuries!" he said, half turning to survey the "lavish display in wasteful expenditure". Of course his eyes did not exactly leave Lorena, but studied her obtusely. "And on the subject of luxuries, you mention coming here for an investment? I do hope it is some scandalous piece of business. I would rather a scandalous piece of business that a boring piece of recreation, don't you think?. Oh, don't worry, I won't judge. If you turn out to be a dreadful woman, and I shall be quite taken with you! But don't let that put you off, I am fascinated to know what you wished to procure...if procurement was your business?"
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Through Another's Eyes Do you have a minion? a sidekick? or even just a friend or relative? failing that, a bystander! Write a vignette about your heroes exploits from somebody else's vantage point. It may be a chance for a sidekick or minion to shine and be heroic themselves! Whoever your choose, and whatever they do, they should be involved in the story themselves, as should the hero in question. They could be heroic, they could be a victim, they could be a bystander. The thread could be written in third person, or in first person (such as the 'others' account of the event to his/her diary, a reporter, or just a verbal account). When/Where: Your choice. How Long: At least one page length in your word processor of choice.
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"Lorena Faundez! Enchanted, Madam!" he called from across the room boldly. Lucien wished he could speak Portuguese, but alas. He was fluent in several languages courtesy of a fine education and a brilliant memory, but Southern America was not an important land in Earth Victoriana. He gave her a bow and a smile, and appreciated her beauty with pleasure. He had no particular type of woman, other than beautiful and intelligent. Dark, Pale, or even Green, it was all part of a glorious tapestry. Whilst he was no stranger to affairs of lust based on naught but physical passion, he preferred tastier meals, if available. "Difficult is just Fascinating from a different perspective, Sir!" he whispered to Rupert Warrington. "I am sure there is a tale or two to tell, but I think I would like to get to know this creature. You have set the bait, have you not?" he asked quietly. "You look quite resplendent, madam! Tell me, what brings you to this little Soiree?"
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GM Marceau knew the Fens. On another day, he would have caught up with Carl in a moment. This was today, however, and he was bleeding out, with a broken rib and a lungful of pain. Pitwell street another shabby downtrodden street in the Fens, which might have lifted its shoulders above the real scum of the Fens, but could still smell it. The people here were o.k, a kind of trench spirit going on. But there were abandoned houses, tough guys on the street, and hustling and fighting from rival gangs - both professional and unprofessional. Carl had ended up slamming into a small appartment block, maybe ten or so shabby appartments in three stories. Half of them were boarded up, but Marceau could pretty easily see where Carl had snapped back and broken the boards, to crawl (literally crawl) and squeeze into one badly smelling and condemned flat.
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Temperance is up! For refence, the reactivated guests have initiative 10, and yes, there will be a doctor on board!
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GM The Golem was moving again, and seemed to "snap back" to normal time with a ping. It was almost as if it moved faster, for a moment. The Barnacle thing wasn't particularly fast by itself, it just seemed to contort and bend in ways which were most uncanny, unnatural even. It was a wonder to think how the poor guests inside was not snapped in two by the contortions - most probably, another effect of the black magic that had animated it. As Glamazon swung fist, she smelt the sea and salt of the creature. Captain Blood was shocked, to say the least, now he had also come back to normal time. "Mutiny! Yer claim my prize do ye? Took me some dark deeds and dark pacts to bring forth the blistering barnacles, it did. And now ye snatch away me prize! For yer own motley crew, maybe!" "Well, I may have lost that, but I'm not to be held in debt to the drowned man! I'll hold up my end of the bargain, sure I will! To Davy Jones Locker with the whole ship! Haha!" he laughed, before floating, incorporeal, down through the floor.
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GM Blonsky was in his early fifties, but was in excellent shape. An ex-KGB spy who now trained the Olympic Team for Russia? That needed some serious dedication, and Blonsky supplied it. Still, Erick was younger, and stronger, and Synapse could easily ply Blonsky into a lock hold for Synapse. "What did you do, Witch?" said Blonsky, furious at his position, pinned down by Foreshadow. "Some kind of mind controller? Like the sleeper?" he blurted. It was a slip of the tongue he regretted, going against all his training, but he was scared, furious, and humiliated. He clammed his mouth shut in response. Meanwhile, as Synapse brushed away the snow to the Mine, she took a good guess at how to disarm it. Carefully unpeeling the metal casing, and fiddling with the mechanism, the device was rendered inert. It took time though. And the two brainwashed Athletes would not be far behind. Even if they were clambering up a snowy slope, they were in good shape for it...
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Device Disabled!
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Post away!
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So was complaining about sore throat last few days. Then, I pass out this morning! Turns out 8 have strep throat. On antibiotics but will take a few days to kick in.ill be around a little I guess but heads up may be absent and soft headed
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Thats a hit, so opposed grapple roll: And Ill say he actually allows you to pin him. Post away. Not in combat yet, so lets play this out, although some initiative rolls might be nice for prosperity!
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Thats legit, although p121/122 says that Staggered effectively takes two rounds to do (HP allows a full round action to recovery, but Staggered means you can only take a Standard action / round). Still, preemptive action is fine...do you want to post? Thev, what is Dee doing?
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Ok so Foreshadow is awake, and we are still out of contact. Post away guys Synapse: 3 HP - Fatigued Foreshasow - 2 HP - Bruised, Staggered
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GM Another burst of gunfire was heard as Synapse flew through the crisp cold air, and landed. "<Obey. Stop Target>" said one athlete, turning on his skis. "<Obey. Stop Target>" agreed the other athlete, not even nodding his head. Unfortunately travelling down hill on skis was easy and fast. Travelling up hill, not so much. The skis were soon abandoned as the two men started clambering up the snow back towards Synapse, Blonsky, an unconscious Foreshadow, and the unexploded mine. Whilst the men where in uncanny shape, they would need some time to clamber back up. Blonsky grunted, still trying to break free. "There!" he spat out, pointing at a piece of the biathalon track. Now he pointed it out, a slight ruffling and shaking of the snow that covered it could be seen. A devil to spot otherwise. Edward would have to have been extremely lucky or extremely paranoid to have noticed it - particularly as his mind was set on the competition.
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OK I suggest we jump posts slightly - so two rounds of Synapse flying back to the Mine, and one round only of assault rifle attack (given the second round they would be out of range) 1d20+2=4 So lets move out of combat for now, but the Beefcakes are slowly making their way back to the mine site.
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GM Synapse could feel the mind of Blonsky strain against hers, and with all the plates she was spinning, keeping Blonsky under her control was an admirable feat. The Snowmobile span out through the air, and into the snow, sliding and tumbling, and in the process completely wrecking the vehicle. By that time, Blonsky and her where both in the air, passing the two skiing athletes. Credit to their single-mindedness. If they were shocked at a snowmobile cartwheeling out of a luge track behind a petrified luge competitor, if they were shocked at Blonsky and Dee flying through the air, they did not show it. Instead, they turned skis to stop, and the one with the functional assault rifle let a burst of bullets through the air, although he could not keep an accurate bead on the airborne hero and her captive.
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1d20+2=6, 1d20+2=6 Bullets go wide! Although on reflection one of the Athletes bust his rifle on Foreshadows head, so only one actually gets to fire! Synapse is up!