Masks: The Worst Generation (IC)

[Kirjath]

Nuisance
Conditions: None

Sarah had learned many things about Hive in the brief moments it took them to reach the top floor. Of note: apparently the girl could definitely get embarrassed, though that only mimicked Sarah's own reaction to their predicament. Also, she had a grip like iron. As the two of them came to a stop, Sarah had a brief, desperately awkward moment where she tried to find something, anything, that would turn this into more of a "Haha, that was fun!" experience and less of a "Let's never speak of this again." one.

Before she could, the building itself mercifully interrupted them with both timing more perfect than she could have ever hoped for and all the tenderness of a jackhammer. Tentacles (gross) shot out and nabbed them both, dragging them kicking and screaming up to the rooftop. Okay, maybe it was just Sarah screaming. She couldn't phase at that moment for two simple reasons: one, she'd been caught by surprise. Two: Sarah didn't want to think about what would happen if she phased through the tentacles and fell down the building at this height. She'd probably never stop falling. Thankfully, the ordeal was over just as it began; the tentacles ceased their impertinence and receded into the most disgusting looking cocoon Sarah had ever seen. The sac popped open like an overripe zit, and she just about gagged in her oxygen mask. Not for the first time was she glad her toolkit revolved around staying well at range.

"That is seriously gross," Sarah shuddered, getting up as quickly as she could to avoid the slowly pooling fluids on the rooftop. She could only watch as the new-born meat monster charged out and lunged at Alex, but the girl was ready for it. They clashed like a thunderclap, and Sarah fell back onto her rear. The force of Alex's blows was enough to rattle her teeth, and Sarah found the sound of her own heart pounding a little too loud for comfort. Maybe it was better if she didn't get close to that fight anyways.

That just left...

Sarah scanned the rooftop from her seated position, her eyes finally resting on the fleeing cultists and their...leader? Maybe that was something she could do to make herself useful.

Spoiler: Rollin' off the Roof

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