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Freila on Melee Tongue, re-inflicting Sun Arcana and activating Beat of My Blood. Freila: Utilising Oppenheimer, Gabriel blasts an opponent with the power of nuclear radiation, unleashing a miniature nuclear blast onto them. Gabriel does 5d6+SYN (12) damage to a single target. Sun Arcana: Gabriel's Persona is of the Sun Arcana, the searing light that burns all who are revealed to it. Nuclear and fire attacks used by Gabriel inflict a burn on the opponent, dealing SYN/2 (6) piercing damage for three turns, each subsequent nuclear or fire attack adding an extra stack of burn. En
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Empi scratches her head. She didn't quite envision adding 'dispensary' to the increasing amount of odd, non-matchmaking related roles she was already taking up. "Sure, I guess I'll do that. I'm not convinced we'll find one if your buddy didn't even know what the things were around this place, but if we pass by Eientei, wherever that is, when we're sorting out how to prevent your, uh, country, I assume, from taking more alien wing-wong than it wants to, then I'll look that Yagokoro lady up."
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"For all I know, the circus clown who brought us all here's a Big Brother fan who just wants to see us all dance like a bunch of damn puppets so he and his friends can have fun, given some of the people you haven't even met yet. And no, I didn't mean back home, I meant here. Besides, getting you approved for employment would be a nightmare. You don't even have a minimum of thirty years interning in a proper department, and getting a robot work insurance would be a nightmare."
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"Would be nice to have someone else who'll help out from time to time. Not that there aren't. There's Isobel- the botanist chick with the huge knockers-, for one. Those knockers are huge. Like, what the hell do I have to do to get myself a pair like that, huh?"
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"You know, the usual. A little bit of healing, a little bit of morale boosting, stuff like that."
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"Hey, I got SOME magic. Some. I'm a fairy, I got some tricks up my sleeve."
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"I...uuh...well, I took mandatory self-defense classes once! And then, uh, flunked out. Karate's hard, you know?"
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"Well, it's not like she deliberately sent me here. I was supposed to hook some shy dork of a shopkeeper with his supermodel total girl-next-door type neighbor and instead ended up seeing more alien wing-wong lookalikes than I'd really like. As for issues....hoo boy. Freud would have a damn field day here. A shrink would make millions writing about the issues these people have. You got a dash of PTSD, two cups full of grief, a pound of homesickness, three teaspoonfuls of being completely lost, and just taking a nice dollop of depression and heap it ALL over the whole psych ward sandwich. Like
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P17, smack Shaman A with a Silencer
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"I kinda less joined and more had nowhere else to go. See, my boss decided to branch out into multiversal matchmaking but neglected to tell me that our company phone plan doesn't exactly cover other universes. So I can't exactly call my boss to tell her she sent me the wrong directions AND that she REALLY needs to outsource this stuff. As for matchmaking, do you really think I could hook these people up with anyone? What do you think I am, a miracle worker? Man, some of these people don't need a matchmaker, they need a shrink, and I ain't no shrink."
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Empi shakes her head. "No, not THAT kind of doctor. My doctorate is in Interpersonal Relationships and Matchmaking. I'm....not exactly suited for fighting, as you might say. As for suspicion? Like I said, everyone else around here either shot at us, got possessed by those artifacts and then shot at us, or gives me weird vibes. I assumed you were part of the circus."
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Empi looks up from checking her phone for reception idly and instinctively. There wasn't any, again. It was something comforting to do, but a little futile. "Inhalers are...uhh, these tiny things that spray medicine for asthma. Of course, thinking about it, I'm pretty sure this pllace doesn't have the concept of asthma. Also....fish-headed people? Okay, I know Trespassers are supposed to be Lovecraft's wet dream, but I didn't know we needed to find guys with the Innsmouth look." Then Instructor. "Sure, why not, since we got ourselves off on the wrong foot. Doctor Empi Powderbe
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N18, knife a fighter
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"....we didn't need to do it like this." Lenore had figured, a while back, that Scarlet's heart would get her into trouble. The first time they'd worked together (wasn't that long ago), Lenore had figured Scarlet's heart was in the right place but she was going to do something stupid and she was hoping Phoenix or someone else would stop her. Her getting louder and more vocal about her opposition to the royalty wasn't helping; Lenore fully sympathised, but she knew better than to risk everything because of her own personal misgivings. The job was the job was the job; you did the job, you got
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Lenore sighs, a hint of disappointment in her voice. She whips out her knives, staying away from the frontlines, her eyes darting around her, looking for places to hide, vantage spots, enemies hidden around here. "Well, it was worth a shot. You never know what you might get away with, Scarlet, I was there too and saw almost everything you did. Still, would have been nice to get through without some bloodshed for once. For what it's worth, Famine and Pestilence, this isn't personal."
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So there was an army and he wasn't that stupid. Arrogant, rash, temperamental, but capable of keeping his eye on the prize. He had a limit, but they weren't in a tactically good situation where Lenore could push him to find out what that limit was. A change of strategy, then. If it wasn't enough to get him to reveal his hand, it would be at least enough to buy time for Kane to plan something. He was grandiose, theatrical. Lenore could play that game too. She'd been playing this game since she was a tender young lass, after all. "Let's all put our weapons down a minute. No reason we
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Lenore crosses her arms, gesturing to the trees. All the while, she's running mental calculations. Famine, Pestilence, she sensed some fragility, some disloyalty. If she had more time, and preferably a lot more preparations, maybe she could get them to flip on Death. Pestilence was someone for Mim or Fey to flip; she didn't seem the type, but you never knew with the quiet ones. Pestilence was definitely someone to both watch out for but also to potentially flip if they could. Lenore wasn't the mothering type, but maybe Mim could pull it off. Famine, he seemed clever enough to k
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"My guess, Scarlet? The green-haired one has a bone to pick with our dear leader and an inferiority complex about it, his bandanna-clad friend -who seems like he's the one with the brains between him and his leader- and the shy-looking girl got dragged along for the ride and the prideful-looking woman with them has her own reasons for coming after us and will probably play her great leader for a fool."
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Lenore puts two and two together. She'd taken a walk earlier to clear her head, and had spotted Fey and Mim making some conversation with people; Lenore had thought nothing of it, figuring Kane would've whipped their backsides into line if they were enemies. Another thing to be more than a little annoyed with Kane about, in hindsight. But, at least they knew where their enemy stood. "These were the people you were talking to this morning? Well, I suppose we can't really call you a prowler after all. That would require us not seeing you."
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Without missing a beat, Lenore (masked in her plain white mask, of course) steps out behind Kane, raising an eyebrow behind her mask. The man's anger told her there was something personal about his outrage with the party; why would he care to call them insignificant rats, unless Virtuous had already hurt him in some shape or form? Lenore didn't know all the specifics of their history; she hadn't been the first one to join Virtuous, and maybe Kane had attracted someone's ire before she'd met him. He definitely had a complex about being called a thief or talked down to; Lenore could
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Now that. That was bad. Gabriel swallows a little nervously as he heads after.......whatever the hell Trick WAS, following the crowd on the rollercoaster. Shadows didn't tend to do this sort of thing; this was the kind of thing a villain in a TV show would do. Or the boss in a video game. Then again.... ...a larger target meant more things to hurt. Move to the rollercoaster, Mafreila against all available targets, re-inflicting Sun Arcana on targets already afflicted, inflicting it on targets not damaged and activating Beat of
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Descendant of Tepes. As in Vlad Tepes. As in Vlad the Impaler. As in Vlad "Casually create forests of impaled Turks as a warning to infidels and invaders" Tepes. That wasn't comforting. The more Empi went around in this grotesque freakshow, the less she liked it. She was used to crazy people, but at least the most dangerous people back in her office were the repo gremlins or the particularly rowdy succubi. Not a vampire who would probably play Operation with her organs. Then again, back home, it wouldn't be her who dealt with this kind of thing. It'd be people like that robot chick who show
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Freila on Trick again, re-inflicting Sun Arcana and activating Beat of My Blood. Freila: Utilising Oppenheimer, Gabriel blasts an opponent with the power of nuclear radiation, unleashing a miniature nuclear blast onto them. Gabriel does 5d6+SYN (12) damage to a single target. Sun Arcana: Gabriel's Persona is of the Sun Arcana, the searing light that burns all who are revealed to it. Nuclear and fire attacks used by Gabriel inflict a burn on the opponent, dealing SYN/2 (6) piercing damage for three turns, each subsequent nuclear or fire attac
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"U-ugh! That's....eugh...what the hell even...." He figured something like this would happen some day, from some Shadow they fought, but.... ....well, Gabriel now knew what a dog toy felt like. A very well-used dog toy, the kind you chucked into the washing machine a few times, gave up on after you realised you couldn't get the damned stench out and then threw out to get a new toy from PetSmart. If there was a place to buy clothes here, Gabriel was going to get some new ones and burn these. Luckily, he hadn't worn his favourites today (still safe in this cabinet ba