[Soul Quest]
Irene goes to float through the blackened door!
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[Soul Quest]
Irene goes to float through the blackened door!
[Restless Hotel]
This hotel is giving off the wrong sort of vibe. The people in the streets are avoiding it as though it bore the plague. The multi-tiered structure looks as though it is clean, posh, and polished from the outside, but that is not purely the reality of the situation. While the first left side of the building is indisputably well-maintained, the right is would display the telltale markings of a recent conflagration if not for the illusion spell cast on it. Upon nearing it, Javert might feel as though it is just...just off. Like it shouldn't really exist or doesn't really exist.
Lintha is more than willing to overlook that deception as things stand. She's got to repair Javert somewhere, after all! Silly, bold/naive monster-imprisoning gal!
[Arkham Hospital]
The goop isn't acid, actually. It's Entropy given physical form. It'll eat through the Teflon eventually, though thankfully the highly stable compound will resist it for a while at the very least.
And now?
The monster stands up.
Mostly because a tentacle slicked with that orange goop oozing out of a bunch of grinning mouths just erupted out of the stump to serve as a leg.
And speaking of erupting tentacles!
Another bursts out of the monster's chest and attempts to bite down on Oliver! This thing seems like it might be a boss. Or a mini-boss at least. Maybe splitting up to fight it isn't such a swell idea?
MEANWHILE!
The sheet ghost will attempt to steal the sleeping demon summoner's pants.
[Soul Quest]
"I don't know. But I'm going to find out and make sure nobody gets hurt like that again," Mikani whispers, wrapping her arms tightly around Pearl and hugging her friend.
While going to lead her torwards Lilliane. And pulling, with one hand, a dress out of thin air...must be hammerspace...
Arkham Hospital
Liquid entropy? That's downright unpleasant.
As are erupting tentacles. In fact, those are propably worse, cause at least no-one's written extremely disturbing fanfiction about entropy I hope
Having thankfully kept his distance Oliver reacts in time and sidesteps the gnashing tentacles, taking a swipe at the offending pseudopod. Drawing a knife from amongst the many clipped to his belt, a grin growing on his face as he bounces on the balls of his feet, ready to keep dodging.
"Heh. Gonna need more'n that to get me, dumbface."
He watches the undead like a hawk, looking for any reaction to his words or indication that the creature might be sentient. He's also using his supernatural senses to search for any points of vulnerability, any spots where the animating spirit's power is focused or could be disrupted. Oliver knows he probably should call for help, and he certainly will if he ends up over his head, but first he wants to take a shot at fighting this big galoot on his own.
[Arkham Hospital]
Oliver slashes at the tentacle!
The tentacle bites down on the sword before yanking pretty darn hard, trying to pull it out of Oliver's hands! Well. That's terrible.
As those supernatural senses are focused on the monster all that orange gunk oozing out of the thing's face is sucked away, leaving only an endless black abyss in its place. A tunnel into the depths of insanity.
The thing turns its faceless visage on Oliver and attempts to strike him down with such crushing dread and despair that he'll lose all will to fight back.
Well.
That's even more terrible.
"Oh, I know I can, but do you want me to put you down?" Brimstone's grin didn't falter as he said this, but he was quietly wishing he could see into the girl's head; he wanted whatever she took from the vault, and the sooner he could convince her to hand it over, the easier he'd have it. He didn't want this to erupt into a fight, but he was having a hard time seeing other alternatives.
Well...OK, there's one other option, but I don't want to resort to that. And rightfully so.
Grey Zone Rooftop
"Of course I do. We've only just met. What kind of girl do yu think I am?" Salixtra says, in mock outrage. She tries at least to get her feet under her, even if his arms are still around her. Otherwise, what she was considering next would be too dangerous.
Arkham Hospital
Yeah, that's pretty terrible alright.
Oliver keeps hold of his sword, as the blade is rather smooth and hard to grab onto, heck, the tentacle might well even get damaged in the process as grabbing a sword being swung at you with your teeth tends to be pretty hazardous, but the terrible, staring visage part? That works something terrible.
His training covered this of course, horrible visages of doom being part and parcel of the ghost-hunting biz, but he's never actually run into anything like this before and all the books in the world couldn't have prepared him for the reality.
The moment the horrid void begins to open he slams his eyes shut, repressing his spectral sight as best he can just like he was taught. But not quite fast enough. He catches just the tiniest glimpse of the void and although Oliver's will is strong, as mentioned previously he's also more vulnerable to ghostly interference than any normal mortal.
The sight chills him to the bone, frightens him for the first time on this whole expedition and leaves him very much convinced this is a fight that he can't win alone, if it can even be won at all.
"GUYS! I NEED HELP!" Oliver screams, infusing the knife he holds with ghost-bashing magic and hurling it towards where the creature's head was last he looked in a blind attempt to force the abyss shut, even as he backpedals away as quick as he can.
[Grey Zone Rooftop]
"Well, maybe I'll be inclined to put you down if you were to grant me a certain honor. Perhaps that of a kiss." Brimstone's grin turned a bit more sly, like he knew something Salixtra didn't - which was always a possibility. Either way, Salixtra would find herself raising slightly higher into the air, still in his arms.
Internally, Brimstone was having a bit of a debate. Come on. Seriously? That's the best you've got? That's never going to work. Just gotta get her charmed-up enough to hand over what she stole. Do not think about going further. Stay focused.
Grey Zone Rooftops
Okay, not good. She really would have preferred to have some stability before trying something like using her poison ivy lipstick or one of her other specially designed attacks.
"False imprisonment. Use of implied threats to coerce desired behaviour. Which one of us is the criminal?" Salixtra asks. :smallamused:
[Grey Zone Rooftop]
Brimstone paused for a moment, before nodding. His smile pretty much disappeared immediately. "Well, then. When you put it that way..." The demon set Salixtra down gently, backing away slightly. "You know I can't just let you walk away with what you've stolen, right?" He nodded at the small pack she was carrying.
Hotel of Dooom
Javert has no great want to even think about anything. The throbbing persists. Javert can only grit his teeth and snuggle closer to Lintha as he's carried. Normally he would notice the strange aura and leave. But right now poor Javert can barely string two words together.Gah...hurts...so....Ah! Please....stop....ah!
[Arkham Street Hospital: Claw Path]
Grantz wakes to find that his demon companions fell asleep on him and that his shirt was wet with demon saliva.....darn it. As Grantz stands up he notices that his pants are gone....... seriously? He wakes up his demons and admonishes them for failing to keep watch. Now he only has cycling shorts, greaves and gauntlets for useable clothing. at least his magic is back.:smallannoyed:
He sees the ghost with his pants and orders Hua Po, Pyro jack and Kikure-Hime to get his pants back. Meanwhile he hears Oliver cry for help and heads there. He enters the room where oliver is and shouts:
Dude I'm here whats up?
Market Street
A little bit away from the center of the action a strange rift in space shimmers into being, revealing an eccentric looking artificer and her stoic badass companion. A few pedestrians flick their eyes toward the two, then resume their business. Certainly isn't the strangest thing they've seen in Inside.
[Red Zone Alleyway]
The ground here isn't actually concrete, but dirt. The creatures tunnel to here. If they are able to test where the tunneling can be through some sort of magic, they'll be able to see that the tunnel from up here goes down at a pretty steep angle.
[Market Street]
Cassidy steps through the door into the marketplace. She immediately slips her goggles on, though she doesn't activate any of their modes just yet. More of a precaution in case she's jumped than anything else. She looks around the marketplace, looking more for weapon stores than clothing shops.
Market Street
Kaalia strides through the door as it closes, the air behind them returning to normal. "Just another day on Market Street," she comments, glancing around at the various shops and stalls. "You mentioned something about weapons, or am I imagining things?" asks Kaalia, pointing toward a wooden store front that featured swords from various time periods in the window.
Theater Plot
For some creatures, it might be a risky enterprise to jump down a hole and fall thirty or forty feet into a hale of gunfire. Teq is not one of those creatures. He plummets into a crouch amidst the now-empty seating, splintering the concrete beneath him as though it were an icey lake. Rather than crash on through, he levels his weapon at the hitmen. Materializing in his hands, a cannon that's large even for Teq is brought to bear, and he opens fire with lethal precision.
By 'lethal precision' I mean he's likely to demolish half the stage. The rounds are magnetically accelerated, with enough numbers and ferocity to tear apart an armored vehicle in seconds. They should travel through the soldiers like spears of divine destruction, sundering their fleshy vessels in a stream of hot tungsten. Percilia asked for a ranged combat expert, and she shall not be disappointed.
Unless the actors are still running around like headless chickens, they shouldn't be harmed. The computer system in Teq's helmet does allow for some differentiating between hostiles and non-hostiles, so the rather dangerous projectiles will travel harmlessly past the innocent patrons of the theater.
The gunfire from the targets does just as little harm to Teq. Their primitive bullets never even make it past his energy shield, which sparks and flickers with each piece of lead that is sent careening away.
((For image reference, I've finally found the original picture that inspired Teq Vraal:
))
[Market Streets]
Cass looks over at the store front that features swords. Her goggles hide the fact that she's rolling her eyes yet again. "Yeah, but I really just need ammo. Maybe a Colt or some other pistol." And a bunch of other things necessary for runs, but Cass wasn't willing to explain her occupation to Kaalia.
Market Street
Kaalia simply nods, making her way down the street and keeping an eye out for an ammunition dealer of some kind, oblivious to whether Cass is keeping up or not. It had been a while since she had to worry about the stuff. At length she spots a small cart with a gun rack in front of it, a man wearing what looks like an advanced Bluetooth device standing standing behind it. "Something like that?" asks Kaalia, turning to where she last saw Cass.
[Market Street]
It's pretty easy for Cass to keep up with Kaalia, and she doesn't seem to mind the lack of attention being paid to her. She looks over the gun rack, with little change in her facial expression. "Yeah, that's the place." She reaches towards her back, and takes the clip from her gun, walking up to the apparent salesman.
[Theater Plot]
It's almost insipidly easy for Jane to get inside before the goon fires on her. As she sees the two gunmen aiming at her, she keeps her implants up and moves to her left, faster than any leading would've been anyway. Then she turns and rushes towards one of the men who'd fired at her, withdrawing a small spear from it's concealed place.
She tries to jump on the man's shoulders, while thrusting the spear straight into his eye. The spear is made of adamantine, and Jane's strength has been enhanced via her tech-implants, so she should have little trouble getting through his armor.
Market Street
The man looks up at Cass approaches, smiling at her. He's a tallish guy, wearing a brown trenchcoat and scarf that conceal most of his features in spite of the temperate weather. ""Good day miss," he greets, his voice scratchy and higher pitched than you would have expected. "Need a replacement?" he asks, noticing Cass's clip.
[Market Street]
"Hey," Cass says to the dealer. She waves her clip a little, in case he missed it. Though apparently not. "No," she replies, placing the clip on whatever might serve as a counter. "Need three more, filled. And a bandolier for them, if you got it."
Market Street
The man nods, ducking behind the cart to where you assume he keeps ammunition and whatnot. "So, been in the area long?" he asks, attempting to make conversation. "No offense, but you look too... down to Earth to be a local, you know?"
[Market Street]
Cass isn't really in the mood for conversation, but that's hardly surprising. "Not long," she says. She leaves the conversation open, but makes it clear that she just wants to get the ammo and leave. She also grabs her credstick from her pocket, checking how much she had via its imagelink system. Enough to sustain herself for a few more weeks.
Market Street
The gun saleman looks up, and, noticing Cass's method of payment, snickers slightly. "Heh, one of those shadowrunners, eh?" he asks, placing the ammo and bandolier on front of her. "First purchase is on the house. Always a pleasure to help out a sister at arms."
[Market Street]
Cass doesn't miss a beat in her reply. "The hell's a shadowrunner?" Credsticks are common enough back home that such an assumption would be a little silly, but she figures it's the Nexus. Nevertheless, she replaces the credstick, taking the ammo and bandolier. "Thanks."
Market Street
"Must have been mistaken, miss," replies the man, looking you in the eye for second. You notice an almost metallic gleam before he turns his attention to another customer: an anthropomorphic frog with a mini-gun.
"So, you get your stuff?" asks Kaalia, appearing almost from nowhere. Or perhaps Cass noticed her approaching from a sweets cart, candy apple in her hand.
[Market Street]
The dealer doesn't have much in the way of eyes to look at, though tinted goggle lenses aren't bad either. Cass does notice Kaalia coming from the sweets cart, even if she didn't appear to. She walks away from the weapons merchant, quickly putting on her bandolier under her coat and putting away her four clips. "Yeah, I got some extra ammo."
[Arkham Hospital]
"...you know you aren't wearing any pants, right?" Winifred comments as Grantz goes running past her. She'll be joining him as well to see what Oliver is shouting about!
It becomes obvious in a hurry.
He's shouting about a corpse laying in the middle of the radiology lab.
As soon as Oliver left the room that undead thing stopped glowing, lost its tentacles, and slumped over dead.
Eerr...
Or at least it looks dead.
Winifred looks a bit puzzled. "So... what's going on here?"