Inside the museum's foyer, Marigold found several of the people she just saw running from the destruction of Westbergs and into the museum. They all appeared to be unconscious, fallen midstride as they sought refuge inside the City's archives. Ahead of her, the security guards were slumped over the conveyor belt of the x-ray machine used to scan backpacks and purses of those entering the building. There was a bit of a haze in the air and a slight odor... floral perhaps? At the end of a long hallway, Marigold caught the quick movement of something... somethings, maybe... flit by like a shadow caught out of the corner of her eye. Her vision began to swim as, whatever was in the air, began to effect her.
Tears left clean streaks down her dusty cheeks and a bubble of snot popped as Evan's spouse attempted to get control of herself. Someone was telling her to do something provided a distraction to the feeling of complete helplessness. She clung to that and squeezed her eyes shut tight. A deep breath shook her entire body as she forced herself to keep from crying once again. Miracle could sense the faint light of love behind all of the loss and pain, but it wasn't enough to grab onto yet. The woman squeezed Miracle's hand.
"He dips his green beans in ketchup," she whispered. That's it! Violet love flared for a fleeting moment, to quick to snatch.
"He loves his ridiculous afro," she sniffled.
"I didn't know anything could make him look any more white," she said as a faintest of smiles cracked her mask of despair. There's what Miracle was looking for. Violet love flowed into her as the woman's thoughts of her husband push back enough of the hurt for her to be powered by the emotion.
CRUMBLE! The crunching sound of slabs of concrete and cinder block grinding together mingled with
SKREACH! the high pitched whine of twisting steel beams and tearing sheets of metal. Dust, smoke, and dripping water was the vast majority of what Star Phoenix found in the rubble of Westbergs. He found the splattered remains of an employee that sought refuge in the bathroom. A mother that huddled in the toy isle with her child, now a hardly recognizable pile of pulp. Despite being comprised entirely of light, Star Phoenix was hit with waves of nausea with each body he discovered.
Alloy ran over to the shattered transit rail support column and studied it. Reaching out, he turned parts of the column into metal in an attempt to strengthen what is left of it.
Recluse looked up at Event Horizon and then turned his gaze to the support column. He took a couple steps towards the area where Alloy stood, but then stopped suddenly. He placed a hand on his forehead and squeezed his eyes shut. The four spider legs that jutted from his sides began to frantically twitch.
"ARRRRRGH! You're going to die Troll!" he challenged as he staggered into a run towards the Troll.
A shower of electrical arcs slammed into The Troll.
ZZITT! Nearly the entire burst hit the twelve foot monster, with what appeared to be no effect.
"Pretty," The Troll mocked.
"You must be new around here. Let me be the first to welcome you to Stark City."
When the distance was closed, a stream of acidic venom shot from between Recluse's chelicerae. The Troll brought his gaze away from Event Horizon and looked down where the fizzing venom slid down his stomach.
"Now that's just gross," The Troll rumbled.
Quickly twisting, The Troll's tail lashed out and hit Recluse,
THWACK! who was able to absorb the majority of the blow with his arms and spider legs.
"Insect," The Troll said dismissively as he locked his gaze upon Event Horizon. The Troll just barely squatted in his stance, yet the muscles in his legs twisted and bulged beneath the behemoth's dark green scales. It appeared that without effort, The Troll sprung from the ground.
SHA-BOOM! The sonic boom created from the horror's leap, sent the debris from Westbergs and refuse that littered the alley flying away from where he took off. Like a green streak with a devil's grin, The Troll reached where Event Horizon hovered in a blink, leading with his anvil sized fist.
Gallium made his way to where Alloy huddled next to the support column, who was trying to hide from the flying debris kicked up by The Troll. Metallic wings sprouted from Gallium's back and he flew up the leeward side of the column and situated himself next to the sagging rail. His eyes gazed down the track towards the quickly approaching express train.
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- Marigold, please make a difficulty 8 Strength test (to not be affected by the gas present) or Awareness test (to escape the area before the gas affects her). If you see another solution to avoiding the gas, feel free to write about that.
- 06:59, Today: Narrator, on behalf of Gallium, rolled 5 using 1d6+3. Initiative.
- 06:58, Today: Narrator, on behalf of Alloy, rolled 9 using 1d6+4. Initiative.
- 06:56, Today: Narrator, for the NPC Recluse, rolled 8 using 1d6+7. Initiative.
- 06:55, Today: Narrator, for the NPC The Troll, rolled 6 using 1d6+3+1. Initiative.
- 07:16, Today: Narrator, for the NPC The Troll, rolled 4 using 1d6+3. vs Event Horizon's Blast of Electricity.
- 07:09, Today: Narrator, for the NPC Recluse, rolled 4 using 1d6+7-1d6-3. Recluse spits venom at The Troll.
- 19:00, Today: Narrator, for the NPC The Troll, rolled 0 using 1d6+7-1d6-6. The Troll's attack vs Recluse with his tail.
- 19:17, Today: Narrator, for the NPC The Troll, rolled 8 using 1d6+7. The Troll's flying attack vs Event Horizon.
Character | Stamina | Quality (Activations) | Status |
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Miracle | 10 | | |
Event Horizon | 12 | | |
Alloy | 8 | | |
Recluse | 6 | | |
The Troll | 12 | | |
Gallium | 10 | | |
Star Phoenix | 9 | | |
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