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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 13, 2018 1:07:26 GMT -8
Gerald--
Mills dodges around the table the other way, and you get into that whole
ring-around-the-rosie routine, with him jittering around like a scared ferret.
His wild eyes glitter in the dark. He seems to be gripping something in one of his hands.
Harriet--
You hear some motion from the other room, shoes squeaking on cement.
The thing coming out of the vents slips halfway out, like a creepy black snake
hatching from an egg. It's taking on a more solid form now, more like a black jelly
than smoke. Its head hangs low, flopping around as it tries to free itself from the
narrow opening. The head is too small for the body, especially for the long, skeletal neck and broad shoulders that it tries to shimmy into existence.
The whole thing is charred black, like a burned, distorted human corpse.
It doesn't seem to pay you any mind. At least, not yet.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 13, 2018 1:19:15 GMT -8
I stop chasing soon as we start going in circles. I really didn't wanna use the pepper spray.Gerald - "What do you have, Mills?"
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 13, 2018 1:23:38 GMT -8
Timothy- "You don't get it... Something's coming for me. I need to get out of here. They'll trick you into killing me and then take you too. Just watch..." He's in constant, subtle motion, trying to catch you off guard.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 13, 2018 1:31:20 GMT -8
Gerald - "In God we find redemption. His work is not done, and I don't think all this..." I gesture around us. Gerald - "This is not where the light touches. That's why we all need to escape together."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 13, 2018 12:05:58 GMT -8
Harriet- I wonder vaguely, if this is a hallucination of one of the burned bodies. Or maybe it was that mother that Mills was talking about all that time. Or maybe it was nothing at all. I stared at it, frozen a moment, before hurrying back to the door I abandoned. I took the paint can out of my pocket and held it ready. "Hey, Gerald, Mills, someone's coming. We need to go. Mills, cooperate with us and you won't be stuck in here." I glance behind me, as if wondering where the strange being had gone.
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 14:53:48 GMT -8
Harriet-- you can only speak through a crack in the door, as your
stools block the way, though you can see inside far enough to see
Gerald and Mills circling around a table after each other. Mills is
clenching something in his fist. Behind you are countless shadows that could conceal any
number of creeping dark things. Timothy- " 'Someone?' See? Fuck this--" He darted toward the door. ((Gerald --- You could try to trip him or grab him before he went past.
If you do, roll 2d10+Violence or 2d10+Reflexes to just get in
front of him.
Harriet-- make any action move you prefer, though he won't quite get up to you by your next turn.))
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 14, 2018 15:10:13 GMT -8
I went in for the double arm lock.NAPFGqVD +1 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 15:15:15 GMT -8
You grabbed him by the arm and kept your grip, but he was able to
swing at you with whatever he was holding in his hand... cenEW7y3+2 He swings wildly at you and slashes you across the arm with a jagged
piece of metal -- a broken-in-half bread knife. In doing so, he makes it
easier for you to grab his other arm. ((Two choices -- roll 2d10+Fortitude to endure the injury, and then
roll 2d10+Violence to finish grappling him...
OR, automatically grapple him but take the full brunt of the injury.))·
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 14, 2018 15:19:36 GMT -8
Ignoring the pain, I secured the other arm.OhR0SVZk +1 ·
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 15:34:50 GMT -8
((np))You caught a hold of him on both forearms, and were able to shake the
weapon from his hand. You have a long gash along your left forearm
which starts bleeding badly.
((You take a serious wound, you'll be at -1 to your rolls until you can
get it stabilized.))
Mills is thrashing around and being incredibly noisy.
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 14, 2018 15:49:14 GMT -8
Those cuffs are going back on long as Mills poses this much of a threat. Now that I have leverage I bring him to the ground to stop that fussing.Gerald - "Look, now. Long as I have to keep an eye on you, having your arms restrained is going to make avoiding all those exploding floors harder for both of us. You could have made this easier for yourself."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 14, 2018 19:40:23 GMT -8
Harriet- "Ugh. Come on, let's go. Hurry." I tear off a piece of my shirt to tie up Gerald's wound to stop the bleeding. We did not have a lot of time, judging from the weird skeleton ghost I was going to hope was something substantial. I stood on the other side of freshly cuffed Mills and prepared to help follow the way. "Mills, where did you put the child? And what really happened here?" I reflected. What was actually happening here? And what was this place? He spoke of his mother and grandmother but what did that even mean?
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Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 14, 2018 21:00:40 GMT -8
The room fills with a sour smell, like old meat. A low, rumbling sound comes
from the far side of the room, a motion in the darkness. The vague shape of
something about seven and a half feet tall glides forward slowly. The head too
small, the body too stretched to be human. Being-
" ˙҉̢̀͏͝ǝ̕n̷̢̛ƃ̴̨ᴉ̵̡̀̀p̧͢͠͏͢o̧̕͡ɹ̨͟d͏̴͜͞ ̴̴͟͠ʇ̶̛u̶͏̴́͜ɐ̶̧͘͜ɟ̸̢̀̕͢u̷̶̧͡ǝ͘͡ ̀͡'̸̸͜҉é̢͢ᴉ̷̢͠ĺ ̷͞҉͠s̕͝҉̢͞ᴉ̸̛́͟o̢s̡̀͡͝҉ ̷̨͟͠'̡̛͝ĺ̶̵͡͡ǝ̶͢ᴉ̶͘͡ɹ̶̧͘͝ɐ̶̶͢ɥ҉̴ʇ̢̡ɐ͢͞S̴̡ ͠À̵̛ "
The voice is like grinding glass in your ears. Hard black eyes glitter under a
dark veil, skeletal hands reach out, beckoning, sparkling rings on every
many-jointed finger. ((Everyone, roll 2d10+Will to Keep it Together in the face of madness!))
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Post by Dr. Jar on Nov 14, 2018 21:08:06 GMT -8
Harriet- "What the hell are you?" I squint at the darkness and aim to push Mills and the others in the opposite way, towards the exit I just came from. Time to get the hell out of here.
Whether hallucination or not, it smelled like rotting flesh and looked like death and it seemed to mean business. I fought my desire to sprint off into the void and dragged whoever I was closet to with me! CnWdOWBY+2 ·
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Post by Kristi is prescribed skeletons on Nov 14, 2018 21:08:16 GMT -8
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