"It makes people smile. Just inhale, and whee! Away you go." The hobgoblin doesn't actually know how it's made.
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"It makes people smile. Just inhale, and whee! Away you go." The hobgoblin doesn't actually know how it's made.
"Yeah, I don't think I should be doing anything like that. Thanks though."
Mind affecting drugs are something she avoids as a rule. Well besides booze, which she is happy to drink.
"I also have skooma, moonsugar, sleeping tree sap and happy juice. Would any of those be acceptable?" The hobgoblin is hopeful. But I doubt Kayla will accept any.
"No thanks, I am never sure of the side effects of things like that."
She does her best to stay polite but make it clear that she isn't interested.
"Oh. OK then." The hobgoblin sidles off again.
Kayla watches him go. She wouldn't mind loosing herself with something like that for awhile, but she knew it would be a bad idea to let her hair down that much.
Chas turns in his chair, nodding to the hobgoblin and beckoning him to the seat next to him at the bar - should he turn in his direction. He seems like the sort of fellow that would be game for such a thing, with his un-clean hippie style, and vest with patches promoting peace.
Samantha glances up slightly from her plant-workings, shooting a slightly disgusted look at the hobgoblin. She eyes the doctor, with a slightly impressed smirk. She then ties her hair back in an elegantly messy bun with some chopsticks, puts on a pair of somewhat flashy glasses along with some heavy-duty work gloves, and continues working on/with the plant with expert care, figuring out what she can about it.
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Stu arrives!
He quickly hops into a seat and lecherously stares at any and all women in the bar. Admittedly, I don't know how anyone would know if he was staring lecherously or angrily or with total boredom given he's a flower, but you know. He manages it anyways.
A roboflower that seems to be checking her out. This is just a night full of things Kayla hadn't been expecting. She has been very disappointed so far. She orders herself another drink.
Samantha doesn't seem to take notice of the peeping flower, focused on her work mostly. Samuel does however, and he arches an eyebrow out of shear surprise and shock. This thing was definitely new.
"TAKE IT OFF!" Stu suggests. Out loud. Loudly.
It's super-effective!
Yay!
How did the Honn-Tyr know how to use a Light Gun against a Shadow Beast?
Sadly, it's not quite as effective against a Shadow Beast as it is against humans. Instead of turning it to ash, it just blasts a huge hole in its face, leaving it entirely without a face, or anything that resembles a face. (-12 HP) There are scorch marks on the wood flooring, however, so that's a good sign.
Beast's arms, which are not being crushed by a giant foot, reach upwards to grab the foot that's on it, trying to wrap its arms around it. Should it succeed, its fingers will then grow and grow like little inchworms, inching their way up the humanoid's leg, trying to weasel its way into any gaps in the chitin, like a Candiru trying to find a way into the bloodstream to scratch and claw and eat from the inside out. (-5 MP)
Nothing deadly, of course, but probably painful. You might want to cut off those wormlike tentacles, or maybe blast it again.
??? is completely blasted by the fire! He catches fire, as well. The fire burning on him is, obviously, blue, and looks like it won't burn for very long, but it will obviously do some damage before it burns its course. (10 damage; catches fire)
The sudden blast makes him smell like burnt stuff, mostly burnt hair. It also jimmies him, a little, which delays his next action. That, added to the hole in his stomach...but who complains about a little pain when it's just your host body that's hurt?
After ??? recovers his concentration, he goes for a leap forward at the wizard, with yet another punch/slash combo.
??? HP 93/137, MP 12/52. On Fire; hole in stomach
Beast HP 28/40, MP 10/15 Doesn't have a face; is trapped under a boot
Kayla isn't sure what to think of the shouting flower. Must be some kind of joke or something. She does her best to ignore Stu. Why didn't she just go straight home. Because then she would be drinking straight vodka, without anything at home to mix it with.
Rick spends this turn getting up and loading his gun.
It didn't; blazes are standard issue for Tyrran forces, and since crushing it wasn't working...
In any case, the Beast may not wish to wrap its arms around the foot on it, given the numerous spikes, hooks, and other stabbity bits growing out of said appendage, but if it does anyway, and somehow manages to avoid impaling itself, the little wormlike things will be able to get inside the chitin.
If that happens, then the Honn-Tyr twists its leg violently from side to side, hoping to dislodge or sever them, while holding the blaze's beam on the Beast; otherwise, it simply tries to shoot it again, on the principle that if it hurt it once, continuing to shoot it will most likely keep doing damage.
As both ??? and Beast are engaged at the moment, neither of them pay any attention to Rick, giving him free time to fire, aim, and look at the consequences.
Spikes and spines are generally not a problem when you can stretch your body like Mr. Fantastic...so, Beast gets his stretched-out tendrils into the chitin.
However, it's not designed to get at moving targets, so the shaking effect of the leg brings the spikes to sever the tendrils of darkness, like a saw cutting at guitar strings. (They snap!) (-1 HP)
Another blast of the gun takes out the whole shoulder, causing the disconnected arm to writhe and wriggle until it eventually dissipates. (-14 HP)
<??? waits for ThirdEmperor's post for the burning to take any effect.>
??? HP 93/137, MP 12/52. On Fire; hole in stomach
Beast HP 13/40, MP 11/15 missing a face and the right shoulder
Seizing a drinks tray from an increasingly annoyed passing waitress, the wizard tries to raise it against the shadow elemental as a shield.
Too slow.
The slash tears the tray from his hands before he can even get it into place, the punch hammering into his chin and taking him clear off his feet. He lands with a winded oof, gritting his bloodied teeth in pain.
Wizard is at 64/75 HP, 89/100 MP, Winded
((Sorry.))
??? is burned by the fire! (5 damage.)
??? looks like he wishes to follow up with a finishing move that would cost the rest of his MP, but something seems to be holding him back.
In fact, is his left eye blue? I mean, the iris is now blue, and not all everything black.
Or, maybe not. Maybe that's just because of the blue flame on him reflecting in the black eyes.
Anyway, ??? refrains from attacking for now, letting himself burn.
??? HP 88/137, MP 13/52. On Fire; hole in stomach
((No problem, can't really think of a new player who doesn't make that mistake:smallsmile:))
The wizard coughs and hacks, immediately regretting it as the shortness of breath in his lungs becomes painfully so. Plates and silverware go clattering to the floor as he grabs onto a nearby table to right himself, the poor customer's meal becoming yet another casualty to this battle, although not one lost in vain. As a sharpened steak-knife goes tumbling past the wizard catches it, brandishing the blade like a dagger as he turns to face the burning elemental.
The Honn-Tyr's leg is now bleeding, slowly, from the damage done by the tendrils, and there seem to have been some other injuries caused by the sudden release of tension on them, causing the alien to take some of the weight off the injured appendage. (10 damage)
However, before it can fire again, a similar, but larger, squatter, and even more heavily barbed, alien shoves it rudely aside, one of the hooks on its forearm tearing off one of the smaller one's chestplates (25 damage), and aims yet another odd device at the Beast, though this time it's simply a scanner/camera/computer.
Honn-Tyr - HP: 200/235 MP: 0/0 (Heavy Bleeding [-10 HP per turn], Crippled Leg, Damaged Armor)
Rayaat-Tyr - HP: 370/370 MP: 36/36
"Ah. Collaboration. Working together to aid each other in our projects and produce better results, faster." Interesting. Isabelle idly adjusts a feather in her hair as she considers this, "You know, I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that joining AMEN has been the best decision I've ever made. Not only has it proven to be an excellent source of inspiration already, but it's the first place where I've met people who show interest in my work. Megan has already requested that I move my work to her laboratory, and now here you are suggesting I take a look round your place of work and giving me more ideas."
The magic monster maker looks quite pleased. It's such a nice change to be around people who don't simply dismiss her ideas and accuse her of all sorts of nasty things. All she's doing is making the poor inadequate creatures that inhabit the world a bit better! Like they should be!
"And in return, I hope your knowledge will help me further my own goals with more worthwhile suggestions." Shayan agrees. Joining AMEN certainly wasn't the best thing to happen to her, that honor went to when she met Cin. She put it at perhaps a decent third or fourth place on its own.
"So, do you have some time free when I should expect you? If you're moving your experiments into a new space, I imagine you'll be quite busy for a little while yet."
"Free time? Oh, whenever best suits you! Now that I've completed the task AMEN set for me, I'm free to work at my own pace or take a break, so I'm quite capable of being shown around now, or any time." Her bear work is not so urgent that she must begin immediately!
"I don't really need to move anything. I know my next work is going to be on bears. So once I get started I'll just round up a few bears and take them in there, and then grab anything I need to work on them."
Shayan pauses, a thoughtful gleam in her eyes as she taps a finger to her chin, "Are there any methods in particular you use to round up the bears? It might be interesting to see which of our methods work the most efficiently. Some healthy competition between colleagues?" And, in fact, Shayan has had another idea besides that which may prove useful in the extreme. She keeps it to herself though, for the time being.
"Come on ladies. One lap dance is the only price of admission to Stu-filled night of awesome." Stu says to any woman who's listening. Probably none. Hopefully the trio that's supposed to meet him here will show up soon.
"Methods? Oh, I just go out there and find them."
Probably isn't quite that simple.
"I won't say no to a little competition, though I've never really bothered finding ways to catch them quicker. I've never been so pressured for time that I've needed to worry about it. Oh, but, would you excuse me a moment?" Seems like a certain flower needs to learn to shut up.
Isabelle gets up out of her seat and starts walking towards Stu, smiling as always. "A lapdance you say?"
And once she's got about halfway across, she makes a little gesture with her hands, a phrase or two, and is briefly surrounded by a blue glow.
...and then the glow is replaced by ferrets. Three of them, to be precise.
Another gesture and a word, and each ferret is briefly enveloped in a red glow.
"My little friends here would be happy to oblige." And then the ferrets charge at Stu, intending to hop straight onto the flower's lap...err, well, the flower's suit's lap.
And then they'll start biting.
"Take your time by all means." Shayan (thankfully) has not had a personal run in with Stu despite probability saying it should have happened long before now, but she finds his manners loathsome even after hearing him speak for a few moments.
She considers how she would draw bears... probably some form of fruit or small berry they would be familiar with. Isabelle may be right in that going out and finding them is just that simple, especially if she has animals like Cedric to help her track them.
"GAH!" Stu doesn't really wait until biting to react, having met the ferrets once before, activating and sweeping his flamethrower at them pretty much on sight. Granted, they'll probably still be able to jump up and bite away. Or maybe not.
FWOOOOOSH.
Care to take a guess what that red glow was?
No?
Well, I'll tell you anyway. A little spell of Isabelle's that protects the target from the effects of extreme heat. The flamethrower does absolutely nothing to the ferrets, the red glow flaring back into life and absorbing the fire.
"I gave my dears a little something to make that fire of yours rather less useful. Cedric told me how you tried to roast one of my little friends. He's such a helpful little squirrel."