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The City of Argent. A rainy, foggy city most days, from the forested mountains to the east trapping the rain on this side. On a clear day (they happen more often than a local might joke), the air is crisp and cool, and the smell of the sea is near omni-present. A port city, it lends itself well to extremes of human nature: the wealth comes from the docks, but so do the roughest citizens, the criminal elements.
Of course, right now... The City of Argent, and perhaps the world, is in a state of mass panic. Nothing makes sense anymore -- monsters and wizards roam the streets -- sometimes, the monsters and wizards are you! It happened a few hours ago, interrupting an otherwise calm clear morning: the sudden transfiguration of the world. Power was disrupted for much, if not all, of the city. Resources are strained, trying to control the panicked mob, trying to move those who need assistance to sections of town with power, trying to fight fires and monsters and looters. the public services, the police department, firefighters, and hospital workers of the city are trying their hardest to fight back against a threat that is as inexplicable as it is omnipresent. Whether they will win and restore order, or lose and lose their city -- your city -- to madness...Has yet to be determined.
...And, on an otherwise forgettable street near the cherry-tree lined border of Sakuratown, a few strangers, given rise to or transformed by the circumstances of the day, are wandering. On the corner of the street is a burning 4-story apartment building, with a small crowd around it, and two firemen trying to manage the hose between them. Is it under control? It's hard to say.
Partially hidden by his transparency, on the other side of the street, a ghost stood and watched as the firemen tried to put out the roaring fires that threatened to burn down the apartment complex.
He hadn't woken up a ghost that day. Well...technically yes, he had woken up a ghost that day, but not at first. This morning, he had woken up as Specter Phenton, a normal human kid who went to school, did his homework, stole his english teacher's dentures to replace them with a rubber spider, and generally just an all-around average teenage kid.
He'd fallen asleep in study hall. He had stayed up late to study for an early morning test, and needed to catch up on his nap.
He woke up when the PA system announced that they were evacuating the school. He heard screams around him, but it had taken him a few seconds to get himself up from his nap. It also didn't help that when he tried to pull himself up against the table, his arms and the rest of his body all went through it at once. It was only by natural reflexes that he hadn't gone plummeting through the floor into the basement too.
Not that he was the center of attention for breaking the laws of physics. No, the whole school seemed to be in a panic, and he could tell right away by looking around why that was. Some of the kids who were still in the library had changed. One of them had green skin and pointed ears, and seemed to be huddling in a corner away from everyone else. Another had transformed into some kind of dog-man being, and was stalking around the reference section.
Specter hadn't stuck around for long. Even if he wasn't inclined to listen to the principal, he recognized a bad situation when he saw one.
The buses, what ones they had managed to gather, were all overfull, so many of the students were told to walk home under the escort of a teacher. Naturally, as a responsible young teenager, Specter had opted to walk home on his own. He had to figure out what was going on with himself, and he couldn't be bothering with teachers right now.
He'd had a lot of time to think, about what he was now. It seemed obvious to him. Some kind of ghost...did that mean he was dead? Or was he some other kind of spirit? How had this happened? What did it mean for him? Would his parents freak out?
He was freaking out himself. Everywhere he went things seemed to be going completely insane. He'd seen an overturned bus or two, some with drivers who had shrunk into the size of a gnome, others which had passengers the size of a house. Several streets had been blocked off, and from the sound beyond the barriers, he didn't want to risk heading in that direction.
So he'd taken the long way home, and ended up here.
He didn't know why, but something had compelled him to stay here. Of all the things he'd seen today, this was the first building he'd seen that was on fire, and while it was horrifying, it was at least a normal sort of horrifying.
He floated himself over to the firemen, hoping to find out more about what had been going on.
Nazura's clawed feet slapped the pavement a few times before she launched herself into the air by her wings. All the chaos had spiked her natural mental road to immeadiately worry and fix everything. Just a few hours ago she had been a protector of her family and the nation itself in a whole other world then this one. A world solely run by her people: dragons. Whatever had happened to this city had transported her from all the love and unity until she could find a way home or if she could find a place here she would continue her duty of protector.
Flying gracefully toward a tall skyscraper she landed on the top and wrapped her gigantic body around it. She had to get a look at from the sky at the horrors, at all the people screaming and running. If she was to help them she would have to go into a more human like form, the way she was now would only scare them more.
Now alone and a bit distant from the city below a strange feeling washed over her. Like she wasn't alone. Inside her heart she felt someone else, like she was just the mask for another being entirely who was the real person behind the mask. " It's frightening you isn't it?" She mumbled softly. " Don't worry you have me now and i'll do what I can to help you now that we're the same you and I...You are the reason I know all about this new world right..." She paused. " Jesse?"
A helicopter whirred overheard breaking up her discovery of just what this chaos had done to her. Whoever was up there immeadiately shined a spotlight on her, she hissed softly at them. " Leave me be. I am no threat to you" Whether they had just been scared away, called away to more important things or really had gotten the message the helicopter was just gone moments later. Looking down she caught sight of a burning building a bit of a ways away from her, in the back of her mind she felt Jesse flinch.
No time to shift into a more human form, Nazura dived off the skyscraper she flew straight toward the building below. These people needed help and although they may have wanted humans for their saviors they would just have to understand and get over any draconic prejudices they may carry inside their hearts.
The fireman nearer to the exit, the taller one (in any duo of servicemen, one will be tall and the other will be short. It's a fact of nature, unless they happen to also occupy some other opposite states), turned his head to see Nazura land behind him. You could see him trying, his brown eyes bugging out, to decide if this was going to make his day dramatically worse or not.
"Please stay back, sir or madam! We are trained proffessionals, and have the situation under control!"
His colleague, the short, stocky one, turned his head. He had a look that suggested he wasn't sure.
Specter immediately jumped away from the dragon as it landed. He was about to run...until he realized that it wasn't actually doing anything dangerous.
Then it started to click in his mind. The strange creatures in school, where there had once been students...maybe some people, like himself, were changing into...other things? It made a bit of sense to him, at least.
In the back of his head, he heard the firemen mention they had the situation under control...but judging by the amount of fire, Specter seriously doubted this.
And then something else occurred to him.
He floated over, next to the dragon, doing his absolute best not to piss himself in terror, and addressed the firemen.
"How many people are still inside?" He was a little surprised at his own voice, which carried a faint ghostly echo to it. It was almost enough for him to forget about the dragon.
...No, no it was not nearly enough for him to forget about the dragon.
Nazura tilted her head slightly at the firemen. When she spoke it was a smooth slightly deep voice but feminine nonetheless. " Do you really?" She asked softly. " It doesn't look like it to me."
A hulking metal robot comes jogging up, small crackles of blue psychic energy spiderwebbing across its chassis as it skids to a halt in front of the firemen.
The robot strikes a heroic pose, and points a bulky metallic arm up at the giant building. "ARE DER CHEELDREN IN DER?!" the robot's voice thunders in a heavy Russian accent. "ARE DER INNOCENT LIVES IN NEED OF SAVINGZ?!"
The firemen (and others nearby) may notice that there's a small glass window in the center of the robot's chest. And behind that small porthole, there's a McDonald's Big Mac sitting on a platter within the robot's upper torso.
That robot's not a robot. It's a burger in a suit of armor!
Wait... what?
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
"My lady...we lost Mister Isshiki's trail I'm afraid." Ren said catching his breath as they found themselves at the mouth of an alleyway in Sakuratown. "Are you sure you saw him become a demon before your eyes?"
"Oh, I am dead sure." Rang out the cold voice of a certain young woman. She stepped out towards the shadows dressed in a skirt and button down long sleeved blouse. In her left hand she carried a rather ornate naginata in its sheath, clutching it tightly.
"As sure as this is my family sword." She said standing next to him and pulled back a strand of her black hair from her face. The young woman looked like a normal human, but upon closer look and inspection one would sense something off about her.
Sometime earlier the young woman had arranged a breakfast meeting with a known snitch in the mafia world for some information about her father's killer, some breakfast joint called Uhop. Anyways, as the waitress was taking their order, the fidgety beady eyed rat of a man kept glancing at the door. That was then that odd Happening happened as before her very eyes that man was transformed into a monstrous rat humanoid. Screams everywhere while the young black haired woman looked on with her mouth slightly agaped with a brow wrinkled in wtfery.
The monster ratman quickly darted out of the breakfast joint taking advantage at the panic that was not only limited to his appearance, but some odd transformations to other folk and even the stove which suddenly grew a pair of eyes and sported an angry toothy oven maw.
Naturally the young woman broke into a pursuit finding herself with odd spring in her step she didn't make much of then. While indeed there things here to investigate, her focus was that ratman.
Anyways, Benson will post more of that stuff in their next series of post, alternating between the right now and a few hours ago.
Twas then off in the close distance Ren caught sight of the burning building with the crowd gathering around and firemen trying to do their job. Something stirred in him as the 'pajama' wearing trenchcoat clad hulk of a man took one glance at the young woman and then darted off down the street.
"Ren!" The young woman shouted angrily as she growled a little and ran after him.
There is a certain threshold in the human mind. A point at which amazement turns into silent, almost serene wonder. A point at which tragedy and comedy and all those other things just sort of stop, leaving in its place a sense that can only be described by a single word: "Huh."
Perhaps it's because there's only so much the mind can take before just shutting down. It's a well-known trope in movies and other forms of storytelling, if to a somewhat exaggerated degree. After a certain point, the conscious mind becomes a burden, and the subconscious just takes over, processing everything before spewing it back out again. If you don't believe me, just observe any extreme phenomena, such as the breathtaking beauty of the sun rising over the mountains, the morning mist giving the world that almost otherworldly glow. Or the tragedy of a man dying in a tragic barbeque pit accident.
So it should come as no surprise that, on that Tuesday morning, I found myself in just such a state of "huh". I looked down at my forepaw, which mere moments earlier had been a perfectly functioning human hand. Why? I had no idea. At some point my brain just decided to accept that I was suddenly a kitten, and a giant kitten at that. Had I been the only one so transformed, I might have even been embarrassed at the stares that would have likely followed.
Fortunately, or unfortunately as it were, I was not. In fact, as I stared out over the city from the roof of the college science building, it seemed as if half the city had been transformed in some form or another. The city hall had turned into a castle, the bus I took to school was now a catbus (which would later puzzle me, as I thought they were made up by Miyazaki), and several blocks away a building was on fire with no sign of rescuers. Or the rescuers were inside and I just couldn't see them.
I didn't want to get in the way, but I had to know if there really weren't any rescuers nearby. Hopping off the roof (a move I would have considered suicidal mere moments ago), I darted over to the site of the burning building, sticking to the bushes. As I approached, I saw the dragon land and heard the fireman tell it to stay back, earning several awesome points in my book. But he was right, and the transformed beings already gathering would likely just get in the way. I stepped forward, trying to catch their attention.
"Hey, guys! Back off, we're just getting in the way!" I said ... or at least, that's what I wanted to say. What actually came out was something along the lines of, "Mrow! Mrooooow!"
....Well, crap.
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Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
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Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
Well, at least all these oddballs were concerned, and not, like, murderous. The firemen both did a double-take at the armored sandwhich...thing. But you know what? It was a weird day for everyone, and they didn't have time to really ponder the "wait, what the hell?" of this.
"We have a man in there to rescue people; he's in there right now, while we keep the fire from spreading to the rest of town."
This was when a man, with a kid in his arms and some largely unidentifiable stick-type thing with a tip coated in melted metal, comes raggedly running out of the window. Something's removed his helmet, revealing dark, tousled hair drenched in sweat with a pair of small horns poking out the top. His face is singed and scratched. The child in his arms is concious, and eagerly jumps down and into the arms of his be-tailed mother, who weeps with relief.
The man's fireman's coat is torn, revealing a long bite-mark across his midsection. The wound looks freshly cauterized all over, turning it into half bite, half burn.
His stare is the stare of a man trying desperately not collapse.
"Mike!"
"Chief!"
The two firemen rush over. The man -- Mike -- tries to pass the object to them. They stare at it. The tall one eventually makes an effort
"...Is that..."
"It's...What's left...of...the axe..."
His voice is strained with the effort of remaining upright at this point. He drops it and it sizzles on the ground.
"...Need another...People in there... Need...Somethin....To fight...The Lizards...with." "Lizards?"
Mike nods, woozily.
"F...Fire-Breathing...Lizard-things. Pro'lly started it. Wandering...building...Big...Not nice."
The two take a moment to digest this. "Mike, you are *not* going back in there." The short one insists, though it looks like he's not happy with the decision that leaves them with. "One of us could --" "But then we probably couldn't control --"
The tall and the short firemen argue, while Mike tries to stagger over to the firetruck to look for replacement supplies.
Okay, that was several of the coolest things Specter had ever seen, in a row. And this day had already seen a dragon AND a fireman standing up to a dragon.
A little light sparked in Specter's eyes. A strange spark, that he wasn't quite sure what it was. He felt energized, alarmed, and strangely enough, given his situation...
He felt alive.
"I'dbettergointoo." Specter says, and flies right through the three arguing firemen and the wall of the building, giving them no time to argue against it.
The first floor of the building is burning, but probably not as much as the stuff on the floors above. The sofas in the lounge that they're are a bit torn up, black and smoking -- the exposed stuffing is pretty much melted plastic pseudo-cotton goo at this point. The fire is much more isolated, and there's little smoke, so it's still easy to see...Not that either of the characters involved need to worry much about smoke inhalation, I suppose.
There looks to be a hallway to the left, and a staircase to the right, as well as a door going straight ahead of them. It probably will occur to them they know nothing about the location of anyone or anything.
Specter surveys the situation. Initially, he's not sure about where to begin, looking around the first floor, trying to figure out the best way to find anyone in danger as fast as possible.
It was then that the words of wisdom from Doctor Emmet Brown rang true in his ears.
"Marty!" They said to him. "You're just not thinking fourth-dimensionally!"
Which was true! Well...in this case it was third-dimensionally, but he'd thank the doc nonetheless.
"Hey, uh...heavy metal." Specter says to the robot. "You sweep the bottom floor, and I'll go up top and meet you on the way down. Got it?"
He wasn't exactly sure, but judging by how little his feet seemed to actually touch the ground, he felt like he could probably...well, he hoped so anyway...
The hulking suit of armor gives a nod. "GOOD IDEA. STAIRCASE MAY NOT BE SUPPORTINGIVE OF MY HEAVY-NESS. GO GHOSTY MAN GO!! GO HELP DA UPSTAIRS PERSONS!!"
And with that, Viktor goes trundling off to the left, towards the hallway. "HELLOOOO!! PERSONS IN DANGER!! CAN YOU HERE ME?! SCREAM AND I SAVE YOU!!" he bellows aloud. His voice is so loud and thunderous that it probably rattles the surrounding rooms. One must wonder how the small burger can make so much noise.
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
So apparently I couldn't talk. Unfortunate as this was, there were bigger problems right now. I let out a hiss of frustration as the other two dashed in recklessly. I dashed up to the ice dragon, prodding it with a paw to get its attention.
I pantomimed to the dragon that it should use its icy powers to extinguish the fire and make the building safe to enter. I then leaped up all the way to the second floor window (hot damn, I could get used to this body), smashing through and looking around for the people I heard inside.
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Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
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Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
Nazura smiled to herself at the kitten's efforts of pantomiming. The little creature was right though she could use her ice breath to freeze the entire building.
But what if she froze everyone inside as well?
That was just gonna have to be a risk she had to take. Hoping for the best, she took the sky, flying over the heads of the firemen and over to the building. Hovering the air above the firey heap, she opened her mouth and let her ice filled breath do it's work.
Moving silently around the building she worked her way to get the fire completely under control.
Those oddballs may not have looked murderous, though one particular fellow with an eyepatch did. The hulk of the man who stood taller over most, with the face of a criminal dashed over, missing the sight of a phantom, humanoid cat, and a robo suit wearing hamburger. He barely caught the sight of a dragon and took a glance upward for a second and simply cocked a brow.
He turned to one of the firemen. "How many are still in there?" His tone left no room to protest him going in as well.
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Ran waited outside the UHOP with a rigid posture, standing so still, some had thought he was some sort of mannequin. In his right hand he held unto to his lady's naginata, the restaurant had some silly rule of no weapons allowed, oh pish posh, prudes.
When the world changing event happened. When he witnessed the naginata in his hand beginning to glow so brightly he had to close his eye as something else tingly ran through him, like a prickly numb sort of feeling, and then it was gone. However, the weapon in his hand had transformed into an almost anime-ish designed weapon, it did not look practical as a weapon. His mind had began to try to figure out what had happened when suddenly he saw a ratman run out the restaurant and down the street. He then saw a moment later his mistress sprinting out of the restaurant and pursuing the ratman. His questions about the weapon were pushed to the side as he instinctively ran after her.
"...Well, at the very least he'll scare everyone out of the building." Specter snarked to himself as the heavy metal man ran off.
Flexing his fingers all at once, and having a few mis-starts trying to get the hang of it, at least once getting his foot caught in the ground, he eventually manages to bring his spectral body upwards at a decent pace, climbing through the floors like an automatic elevator, until he was just below the roof.
Upon arriving, he began floating through the halls and rooms, looking for any survivors. "Hello? Anyone around? Hey, I don't know if you realized it but your building's kind of on fire!" Ah yes, so subtle...
Nazura, make a check. Your Ice Breath is applicable, of course.
The tall fireman (unless you were talking to Mike) turns to them. "If you're going to join that bundle... Well, that'd be useful right now. There are 6 people inside; 3 adults, and 3 children. The children are the children of a single mother, so they'd probably be together. Probably, anyway. There are 4 floors, with access to the roof. The fire's started from inside."
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1st Floor
Make a check to see if you're heard, Giant Metal Man.
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2nd Floor (Kat)
The cat who leapt into the second floor finds the blaze there much more intense. Parts of the hallway are cut off by the fire, though they might be crossable...
It's also home to a pair of monsters. For the record, they are not Lizards. They are Salamanders, in the classical sense...But that's what you get for trusting your mythological beast identification to a fireman. They're probably a bit smaller than Kat -- thank god -- but they look at her with an air of menace. They're ready to fight.
(1d6)[1] (1d6)[3]
Time for an Initiative (d6, + relevant modifiers) roll.
Floor Layout:
Spoiler
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4th Floor, Specter
There's some burning rubble at the far end of the hallway, blocking the route to 4C, and a hole in the floor between 4 B and 4 C. The blaze is also stronger here: even in a spectral form, if he's not careful about his phasing, it may be difficult to cross. There's also a Salamander there, and it's none too pleased.
Specter probably has surprise here, at least for a moment; what animal expects a ghost-boy to phase through the floor?
I hissed as I saw the salamanders looking at me menacingly, as the heat roiled off my fur. I didn't have time for this. If anyone was in danger, I needed to get them out, and now.
Init: (1d6+2)[8]
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Adopted li'l sis of Trobby.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
Specter prepares to fly towards the little lizard thingy, but before he does, a slight pain hits his head, and a flash of fire sears across his vision.
He gets a feeling...that it wouldn't be a good idea.
So instead, he drifts along the hallway, and lets his spectral form fade in with the smoke, subconsciously fading himself out without even realizing it, making himself blend in with the wall as he tries to circle around the lizard to scan the top floor for survivors.
Spoiler
Precognition and Illusion, +2 on each if they are appropriate.
No sooner had the words left the firefighter's mouth that Ran ran into the building, to the first floor bringing his sleeve over his nose and mouth.
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A moment or so later with a slight pant to her and annoyed expression, the young oriental woman stopped in front of the firemen, let's say Mike. "Did a ...ah..big tall man..with an eye patch run inside?"
He then stomps his way down to the end of the hall, finds the door for the last apartment, and rips it off its hinges. "ANYONE HOME? VIKTOR IS HERE TO BE SAVING YOU!!"
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Originally Posted by SilverClawShift
Wizard: Ug. God. Allright. What do you want us to do?
Me: Burn for me.
Wizard: ...what?
Me: I activate the fire ability. "BURN FOR ME!!!!!!"
There's no one there, Viktor...
But there is a hole in the floor of the room that looks like it could go up.
Ran would see Viktor doing this, of course.
----- Outside
Nazura's efforts work...For a minute. The problem with extinguishing the fire from the outside is that the fire's source hasn't stopped on the inside.
But you gave the other two firemen a moment to bandage up poor Mike and force him to actually sit down, as opposed to try and go back in.
From here, Nazura can also see that it's possible to enter via the roof.
Mike gives the woman a nod.
"...Yeah...Just...A second ago. Wish he hadn't....The rest of them looked like they....Could at least take a lizard."
"I'm not even sure the metal guy needed to breathe." "I think he was a sandwich." "Wow, he may win the award for worst day."
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Second Floor
Kat goes first.
--- Fourth Floor
The salamander blinks. It is not, as such, a smart creature, and so it takes it a moment to get its intellectual bearings. (2d6-2)[5]
So it appears that he doesn't really have time to notice Specter before Specter vanishes. This is confusing to it, so it takes 4 Failure Ranks, and 2 damage ranks for striking his weak point.
There's not much I can do like this. Time to go in. Nazura flew as close to the roof as possible and shifted into something that looked like a very long haired, but with scales, claw and very draconic looking eyes. the transformation lasted mere seconds, if you had blinked you would've missed it. There was no real space between her and the roof so it wasn't like a true fall and instead was just like stepping down.
Wasting no time, she went in the building and yelled. "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
Specter certainly hears the dragon as it lands on the roof. Great, that dragon's going to...
...going to give him a perfect distraction to sneak past the lizard, is what it's going to do.
Taking advantage of distractions is, after all, an important ability for an expert prankster, as he uses the moment of distraction to slip away from the lizard, and into room 4A.
I hissed at the lizards and sprinted towards them, hoping to get the situation under control quickly so I could find anyone who was still in here and get them out.
Attack: (2d6-2)[6][5](9)
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Adopted li'l sis of Trobby.
Quote:
Originally Posted by Thanqol
"You can't tell me you've never wondered what it would be like to -"
"I swear to Celestia, Caramel, I will stick a cupcake in your eye."
Quote:
Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Crew morale fares poorly under the effects of fiery death.
There's a coughing noise from 4A. When Specter phazes through it, he finds...
That the cough is coming for a woman who's on the ground of the apartment's living room. All around her is a blaze, and she's got one of those cauterized bite wounds on her leg.
The apartment is furnished about how'd you expect for a decent apartment, for the record.
Since Specter's still disguised to look like the building, she doesn't see him, but does manage to cry out,
"There's someone there? Help!"
Of course...This comes with a problem. Let's see if Specter realizes it?
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2nd Floor
Specifically, she charges at the Darker Red Salamander, as I will call him. He clenches his claws into the ground, leaving burning cracks in the floor, and throws his weight towards her to keep from being pushed aside.
(2d6+2)[8]
However, it's not enough, and he's sent flying up against a wall. He hisses... And opens up with a load of fire-breath onto the kitty.
His comerade, Lighter Red, charges through the flames and savagely claws at her.
((Their rolls will be in OOC, You'll need a seperate reaction and associated rolls to each.))
...And shouting. Someone is alive and shouting when there are bright red lizards, obviously some kind of dragon babies or something, crawling around in this building.
Brilliant. Top marks, lady. Though I guess you were trapped in here, so you wouldn't know, so you can be forgiven for now.
Hey! Leave the snarky comments to the superheroes, narrator!
Oh right, sorry Specter.
Anyway, Specter realizes this problem right away.
"Hey, lady, calm down! There's monsters out in the hall and if you make such a ruckus, they'll hear ya!"
Of course, HE just said that out loud himself...
"Crap...okay screw it, we're airlifting you out."
Specter phases half his body through the wall where he suspects the dragon (Naz) will be, interrupting whatever she was about to set out to do.
"Hey, dragon lady. You...are a lot more human looking right now." An unseen voice says to her, though she probably recognizes it as that ghost kid from outside. "Er, anyway listen, there's a lady in this room who needs help, could'ja lend a ghost a hand?"
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