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Sorina pulls the MiniShark back out and unloads two clips into the Gashadokuro's Core, dealing 5d4+[Str]12+[Int/2] 6 +20% damage when using firearms, twice. She takes another bite of the regenerated Mom's toenail and deals another 1d4 + 12 damage with the giant foot to the Core. -
Sorina sets the Minishark down for a moment, leaning it against her leg, and reaches into her bag again to pull out an even larger gun, a grenade launcher that initially looks wrong when compared to its surroundings. Taking aim, Sorina fires the MIRV MIRV with the intent to clean up the remaining green imps. A small hourglass at Sorina's waist glows slightly and grains of sand begin to fall upwards in anticipation. Sharp shards of ice chaotically swirl around her as more foes fall. A few melt away into harmless drops, but more take their place The disturbing toenail begin
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Sorina accidentally zones out for a round, astounded by the extreme impact and power of those who she has found company with. And also the immense power of the giant skeletal creature knocking the entire battlefield down a peg. Coming back to her senses, she adjusts the aim of the MiniShark at the Gashadokuro's center. After letting loose a flurry of bullets, she wordlessly and reluctantly realizes that this is a fight that will not end quickly. The toenail reemerges from her pocket and with one last regretful look at it, she takes a large bite out of the rotting and m
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"Well, I'll be damned. It's a bunch of monkey's uncles! Though I reckon they ain't exactly the sociable types." Sorina reaches a hand back and grabs the butt of a large gun. Sorina hold a long barrel of fleshy blue steel that ends in a maw of teeth. The head of a shark seamlessly blends with the barrel of a minigun whose sole purpose in this moment is to spray a ray of death towards one of the green imps. A quick expression of disgust flashes across her face as she pulls out a golf ball sized, only slightly rotted toenail. After a brief deliberation with herself, she re-pockets it
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Sorina takes a moment and examines the group for a moment. Despite the exotic group of individuals surrounding her, it looks like almost all of them are female. "Well, not to assume anything, but it does appear to me that the lot of us pass those qualifications. We might could organize an undercover operation if he lets certain women inside. You..." she looks at the one male in the group, "well you could stand outside and keep watch. Or, if we can find some nice dresses and makeup... Have you ever heard of Drag?" Or he could be our pimp, but I don't recon anyone here would be comfortable with
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Sorina's eyes widen as she realizes her mistake. First impressions are the most important thing on new worlds. "Oh dearie me, how could I forget my manners. The name's Sorina. Sorina Dari. Pleasure to meet ya. Might I ask, where exactly are we? We ain't exactly locals." She looks back towards the group, unsure of how much information they are willing to reveal to a native. Although they seemed pretty forthright with her, so announcing their alien nature to everyone they meet might be customary. Either way, she takes a metaphorical step away from the conversation.
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Sorina immediately takes in the man's humble appearance and labels him as one of the natives. "Yes-sir-e, we're a bit lost in the cornfield. It'd be dandy if ya could give us some directions, or maybe something for trade. I'm a bit of a trader of goods, myself." She reaches back to her bag and starts to shuffle through her items. "If you like sweets, I've got some everlasting gobstoppers. Where I'm from, they were only a story-book sweet, but when I went wandering, I found a place that used a reality warping magic to create infinite sugar. It's a bit broken though, so it only last
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Sorina examines Lexiel and gives a nod of approval. "I'm surprised you've ever heard of it. I'll be guessin' that y'all're a bit more well-traveled than the average void-farer. Well, Kaladesh certainly ain't a place for extended stays, but it ain't bad for a visit to scrounge up some scraps. And if I can manage to get my hands on an artifact of any decent power while I'm there, I consider the trip a success." The others are likely just as experienced and might even help Sorina with her void travels. Sorina reaches a hand towards one of the side pockets of her pack and pulls out a
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"Oh, Goodness, No! I'm sorry, I've gotten quite comfy talkin' to people who either know where I've been or talkin' to those who are best off not knowing about other, far stranger worlds. I'm speakin' of the angels of Kaladesh. They're mechanical beings. Made to perfection, or at least that's what their creators think. They are actually right loonies. I deal in matters of mechanics and magical items, not necromancy or fleshy bits. Undead things with no sense of self or emotion? They give me the heebie-jeebies. You see, I've traveled around for some time now and I sometimes forget how things sou
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"Well, ain't those some helpful tricks right there. Being able to float around like that takes a little more effort on my part. It's been quite a bit since I've seen an angel. They weren't very friendly though. And I couldn't break them down for parts without being eviscerated. Almost got me killed just for lookin'. " This newcomer does remind Sorina a bit too much of the mechanical angels, but Lexiel looks alive and doesn't act anything like the so-called 'perfect' angels created by mad scientists. Besides, on new worlds Sorina would rather not judge anything or anyone based on past experienc
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Sorina carefully scoots out from underneath everyone else, trying not to disturb the pile too much. She stands and brushes the dust off her void-worn clothes and adjusts the large sack on her back, jingling with every motion. "Oh, dearies. I'm as shameful as a chameleon on a rosebud. I didn't mean to be in the way, here. Lemme help y'all up and maybe you lovely fellas could help me out. I must admit I'm a bit lost." She reaches out a hand to the pile of strangers with a smile. Her eyes dart quickly between the strange people and the strange surroundings. It only takes a moment for her to
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Alyssa spent most of the time trying to ignore the squabbling strangers. Wishing for a window to stare out of, she instead starts looking around at the interior of the bus. Ragged, a bit anacronistic, and certainly odd. An abstract piece of art if she ever saw one. Alyssa goes to the inventory in search of a suitable canvas. Not noticing the label on the box, she finds a few fairly nice looking cursed items. Upon seeing the cloak in it, she remembers that she needs to give Jun back her cloak at some point, and takes the cloak and tries it on. The cloak feels nice, but will need a n
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"Even if you can see doesn't mean you can see well, Doc. If we hurry we mght be able to help Soma." Alyssa speaks over the noise, still hoping to get everyone out alive. She, along with everyone else, clears out of the control room towards the bus.
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A ragged cough escapes from Alyssa as she stands up and looks at Jun. "Yes, I'm alive for now, even if I'd rather not be." Alyssa looks at the situation and for a brief moment, and considers being shocked. Instead, having been startled by almost everything that has happened today, she finally decides to grow a pair and get to work fixing the situation. Her agent always said that the only thing keeping her from ruling the world was a bit of gumption. She walks over to where the intercom was, hoping that it still worked, and tries to get a message to the other room. "Frigus, if you