Gniewomir successfully throws the Chrysalid off. It lays on the ground, trying to crawl away. This shell was too strong for it.
The other Chrysalids that haven't already escaped are corralled into the park, and can't really do much. They're very fast, but the bikers are ultimately faster.
Gniewomir doesn't chase the Chrysalid, instead joining the other bikers in trying to corral them. Meanwhile, backup has arrived.
The first to arrive are five heavy bikes with riders clad in much heavier armor than Anatolij and his men. The bikes' backs are painted in a motif of white wings on red background. The bikers are holding something that looks like powered lances. Then there's an armored truck with a HMG nest on the roof.
Upon arriving, the new bikers will attempt to charge the Chrysalids, each aiming for one monster. If they hit, the lances will impale the aliens with tremendous energy, multiplied by the technology they're equipped with.
Meanwhile, the truck pulls over and the machine gun begins firing on the Chrysalids not attacked by the Hussar bikers.
My FFRP characters. Avatar by Kid Kris. Sigatars by Gulaghar, Kid Kris, Zefir and billtodamax, respectively.
Shrike grins impishly at Tina - then jumps with a squeak as she's tickled, going to scramble out of the syrup and onto the edge of the pool rather stickily!
If this were Tobias, there would likely be some sort of tentacle joke in response to that description. BR, however, just raises an eyebrow and looks intrigued with a nod. "Sure, that sounds different."
Angie takes a seat behind her desk picking up her phone and hitting a series of numbers before hanging up. A few seconds later a small doorway of light appears above the empty chair. It swings open and crawling out comes a large Octopus. He settles onto the chair, with three tentacles below him holding him up so he is closer to the level of a person sitting in a chair.
"Ah, hello there Angie and friend, how are we all doing today?"
Another two tentacles close and fold away the door into nothingness, some sort of ancient looking script flowing across its skin on those two tentacles.
"Doing very well Fabian, this is my old friend John."
"Yeah I think my life is going to get a lot more complicated till this all gets sorted out. By complicated of course I mean dangerous."
He says as a way of warning her that hanging around him could get her hurt, or in trouble. He doesn't want her to leave him alone or anything, he just would feel guilty if he didn't say anything, then something happened.
"Hey, I wouldn't make a good medic if I was scared of a little danger," Charity says. She's lying. She is a confirmed coward and hates danger. But she's faced down her own fears enough times since arriving in the Nexus to know she can do it, even if she'd rather turn and run.
"Fabian Littoral. A pleasure to meet you. So how can I be of assistance?"
"Well we were hoping you might be able to get in touch with the group that recommended you to me. I was hoping to find out more about my grandfathers adventures. Specifically where he had been. I'm trying to plan a trip."
"I see. I doubt I will get to many specifics, but finding locations even just general shouldn't be to hard. There should be some record of it. Celestial bureaucracy has a long memory."
[On the way Home]
"Hey if you think these guys are after you, or watching you, will you let me know. I know you have other friends that can probably take care of it, but these guys came after me."
He frowns and then gives a shrug. They are now standing in front of a very large looking mansion in a nice neighborhood, Calvin doesn't seem to be going any further, must be home.
Latalla looks from her companions to James and back.
I don't know what's going on-
AS I WAS SAYING. I don't know what's going on, but if gold needs to change hands for this to get going, I can cover that. One moment.
She holds out her hand and a sword appears in it. It vanished and is replaced by a brick. That, in turn, vanishes and a chainsaw takes its place. A rocket launcher, a hammer, a knife, a whip, a banana peel, a high tech blaster riffle of somekind.
Hold on, I have it here somewhere.
A mason jar plugged with a massive cork, a scythe, and finally, a bunch of gold coins appears in her hands.
Yay! I knew I had those on my weapons roll table somewhere.
She proceeds to attempt to dump the coins in James' hands. There is a lot there. Probably three times as much as he was asking for. This, incidentally, was how she was planning on paying for dinner.
Not really here. Just an illusion.
The man looks uneasily from the Chrysalid and the child.
And deemed the Chrysalid a bigger threat at the moment.
And so, he throws the blade at the Chrysalid with the skill of a expert knifethrower!
The blade itself is a knife so...anyways.
The blade should be flying towards the Chrysalid and should end up with the blade buried deep in it.
"Whop flur bur." she answered.
She holds up the cat towards Cacida.
"Isn't this little dude adorable?"
The cat bats playfully at Cacida's nose. "Meow."
Did I mention the cat's black, has 4 eyes, 2 tails, and is adorable as heck?
She scoots closer to keep the scritching going.
In the room with the recupracoon, dear.
There's basically three rooms: a sort of bedroom with their 'cupracoon and clothes and stuff, a room for cooking and stuff, and a bathroom.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were on parole. But I am really not your parole officer. Ask Emily how she got her bruises- I doubt your parole officer would be willing to put on a disguise, and vandalise some elf houses just to convict you of something else. After all, now I've committed a crime, even if it's just throwing stones at windows to provoke a fight with some ears." If that's not enough, then perhaps the money from Latella will help.
Semper in faecibus suvum, sole profundum variant.
Terrowin Avatar by HappyTurtle. Much thanks!
I have a point!
Natalie's Birthday: Thirtieth of November. This is here to remind people, myself included.
I don't use the Registry; ask for a description if you don't know what my character looks like.
Calvin nods. "Yeah, this is my Uncle's house. Do you want to come in?"
He doesn't sound to sure on if he wants her to come in. Introducing people to his Uncle is something he always sorts of dreads.
Fabian notices the look and chuckles. An odd clicking noise for an octopus out of water.
"I understand your look, but for us accountants bureaucracy is a beautiful thing. Filling out 50 forms may seem like a pain at the time. But 300 years down the road maybe 1 will survive and someone can track it down. And as a skilled accountant I can out bureaucracy the best of them."
Ayakan tries to pat pat Cacida.
"It's okay, Sis...just don't touch my horns. I like you like a sister...and touching someone's horns is step one of 20...20 being filling buckets. You know what I mean?"
She opened her arms for a hug.