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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 begins to reform, somehow looking even more disgusting than it did before. MIRV MIRV deals [12]+[12] + 10% acid damage to each of the green Imps. (Cooldown 2). The first two enemies who hit Sorina this round take [12] damage.

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 molding toenail from who-knows-where. A shiver runs down her spine as a large disembodied foot stomps down from the sky to hammer the imp closest to her with fungus-infested toes. Sorina re-aims the MiniShark at the Gashadokuro dealing 5d4+[Str]12+[Int/2] 6 +20% damage when using firearms Mom's Toenail deals 1d4 +[Str] 12 to the closest Imp (Cooldown 2)

"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. Maybe whatever these creatures are happen to be particularly proficient at dying. Sorina pulls out the MiniShark, preloaded with Silver Bullets and deals 5d4+[Str]12+[Int/2]6+10% gun damage increase towards a Green Imp.

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 such phrasing. He looks like he could manage it though. She looks up at the intimidating females in the group. This lot would make a terrifying harem. And not in the fun way. "Hmm. And some of you look a bit too... murderous and independent. We'd want to tone that down a smidge if we tried to sneak in." It would certainly be an experience, but Sorina ain't been in a situation like that in many years, so she's ultimately unsure about the idea.

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.

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 lasts for half of infinity. Got it at a discount." She gives a hearty laugh for a moment, reminded of the man who believed her faulty assessment of the batch of candy. At the time, she was excited that her ruse had worked, but after leaving the world, she began to think that no one was truly fooled in that factory but herself. She shakes herself out of the memory. "I've got a few other things lying about, but I haven't checked inventory since my last pit-stop. I do, however, take requests. What do you have for sale or trade?" She takes a few eager steps closer to Tanabe and barely restrains herself from rummaging through his pack herself. Her hungry eyes seek out the treasures and trinkets of this world to add to her collection.

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 small glass case, containing a gelatinous blue star with green accents. This particular mode of transportation has gotten her into more than a few kerfuffles. A shiver runs down her spine as she puts it back and looks at the group. "Mot, Goddess uh... Meet-sue-guy-row, everyone else. It's lovely to meet ya, and while Miss Hotcakes over there gave a very nice description of how y'all're here, might I ask how it is that you usually make your way about the 'verse?"

"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 sound to the unexperienced, so I do rightly apologize." Sorina looks a little worried about being annihilated on the spot, but her voice is calm. She's been in situations like this before and learned how to properly deal with it. "Rest assured, I have no intention of harmin' anyone who don't deserve it."

"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 experiences or other worlds, even world-hoppers like herself. Except zombies. Zombies on one world are just as unpleasant as zombies on another. The thought sends a chill down her spine. At least no one in sight looks like a zombie. "Oh, muffins! Where are my manners? It's a fine pleasure to meet ya, Lexiel. I'm Sorina, traveler of worlds and finder of knick-knacks." She takes a quick bow and some of her auburn hair falls out of her bun. Hastily redoing it, she looks around again to assess the area. It reminds her a bit of old Hyrule, but is also entirely its own. The large bell draws her attention the most, and her empty hands itch to rummage around in her bag for some rubbing paper or a sketchpad. But that would be rude. Besides, there are more important matters for the moment. "It's nice to know that people randomly falling from the sky is likely not a common occurrence then. I'm afraid I know about as much about this place as I can see from here. It seems we're at a sort of crossroads. Though, I'd bet my left spoon that ol' bell up there is somethin' important."

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 recognize that they are very different kinds of strange. Sorina peers at the newcomers, curious as to whether they are natives or also interlopers on this world.

Alyssa perks up at Satomi's plan. She pulls out a bottle of swirling white and blue. "I might be able to make your job one hell of a lot easier. Today I have made multiple attempts at mass producing a particular paint that will fireproof the buildings. This would certainly be easier than rebuilding the entire town if fire gets within the walls. I can also lend my brush to trap-making if need be."

Alyssa goes from excited to annoyed. Alyssa goes from annoyed to 'fuck you, world'. After many, many wasted hours at the Dye Trader's house, Alyssa was getting frustrated at the lack of progress. One vat of literal ice and numerous vats of inert white and blue dye and one small bottle of something that might work was all that was achieved. The only positive result of the failed experiments was when Alyssa decided that the giant bowl of ice would be put to some kind of use. This is why she was near the village center when the meeting was called, just finishing up an ice sculpture of a giant middle finger. Putting down her makeshift hammer and chisel, Alyssa stomps her way over to the rest of the group, paintbrush at the ready. Standing in front of the new member, sarcasm laces her voice as she puts on a mocking tone. "Hi, I'm new here and I'm absolutely filthy and hardly wearing any clothes at all! I would be drop-dead gorgeous if I ever knew what soap and water looked like, but instead I get to look like something that went all the way through a Human Centipede!" Alyssa looks at the new addition to the group from multiple angles and stomps to the nearest wall with her paintbrush as she continues to mock the poorly dressed newbie. "The universe that I'm from is absolutely covered in dirt and we have annual competitions of who has collected the most grime and goop over their lifetime. I never won because I'm just too young and pretty, but that didn't stop me from trying!" Having forgotten to change colors, the new dress that Alyssa just crafted is a swirling white and light blue with no determinable pattern. The long dress is pleated in such a way that the bottom will flare out when twirling, but the top of the dress still clings to the wearer's frame, leaving little to the imagination. Small symbols line the bottom of the dress in red, but then blur to become a stream of red that falls upwards, towards the neckline and stops. As Alyssa reaches into the wall to grab the finished product, a practiced observer would notice that the lines are shaky and brash while the red is not a uniform color as the shade is slightly off. (The dress has no magical properties) Having vented a little, Alyssa walks back over to the group and places the garment in the new kid's arms. Alyssa speaks in her normal voice once again. "I am Alyssa. Do not put this dress on until you get all of that dirt off of you and if you need something else to wear, I would be glad to help you out. Now, I am going to go cool off." Alyssa takes a seat on the ground next to the ice sculpture to 'cool off' and listens to the conversation.

Alyssa looks at Hiram with a concerned expression. Nervously tapping her paintbrush against her chin for a moment, she begins to flip through colors as she speaks. "I will certainly give it a try but magical items tend to be a bit more finicky when it comes to my abilities. The magics either tend to clash with bizarre results or dance in harmony to music without sound. It is up to the roll of the dice as to which outcome I receive." Quickly finding the right color for the glass bottle, the lid, and the paint itself, the world around Alyssa seems to fade as she focuses on her projects. She spends many detailed minutes painting upon the table, careful to capture the essence of magic and the shifting, glimmering colors of Twilight. With a final flourish, the painter sheathes her paintbrush behind her ear and reaches into the table to grab the finished dye bottles. "Well, it seems to have gone swimmingly. If they do not quite work as intended, I apologize in advance, but I look into taking another stroke at it." Alyssa takes a step forward and straightens her form in an official manner. "Now, I must admit, I did not come here just to make a new friend. I have a favor to ask and you just might be the person to help me. I am looking into creating a paint that would be resistant to fire and some damage in order to literally paint the town. Does that seem like a challenge worth partaking in?" The sparkle in her eyes makes it seem like there are more ideas lurking if this one does not have the ideal outcome.

Alyssa follows him into the back room and looks curiously at the bottles he presents. "Quite an impressive collection you have, Hiram. Though, I must ask. What makes this particular dye so special?" She examines the coloration of the dye as she avoids the question for now.

Alyssa gives an appraising look to the Dye Trader and a smile splashes across her face. "Ah, thank you! Finally someone else with an eye for beauty." She takes a slight bow to the man and looks to him with a diabolical gleam in her eyes. With a slight flourish, she dances over to the vat of paint and looks in as she brandishes her brush. "Quite a lovely color you have here. Despite being given a method that most would consider cheating, I have never lost my love for the underappreciated art form." She taps her brush a few times, adjusting the color so that it matches that in the pot. Walking towards a wall, she paints a small square of cloth into existence, handing it to the man and grabbing his hand in the process. "I do believe that we are going to be able to help one another out. Alyssa. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

Alyssa's face goes blank for a second at the Barkeep's question. Asked me to do. He asked me to... something. Alyssa starts slowly backing towards the door as she talks, no longer wanting to be in this conversation. "Uh, of course I did! What do you take me for? A person who cannot follow one simple task while doing plenty extra to refurbish your lovely place? You know, I think it looked lovely before, but now it has more... je ne sais quoi. I am quite sure you will learn to love it and your customers certainly will, it might attract all of the business in the town. Well, it probably did that anyway since this is the only place to get a drink and a meal, but now it might even attract outsiders. Like us. Nice chat, I will see you later and we can-" Reaching the doorway, she quickly walks away and heads towards the Arms Dealer with a plan. She saunters towards him, hoping to analyze the weapons that he has. "Hello there! I noticed that fine piece of weaponry that you kindly lent us during that fight yesterday. Do you think I could maybe take a look at it? It is quite an elegant contraption." Her voice exudes charm as she delicately tries to acquire what she wants. "Unless you're buying, it's "look, but don't touch.'" The arms dealer seems gruff and unwelcoming as he dissuades Alyssa from getting much closer. Her smile melts into a slightly disappointed frown that almost looks like a pout. "What a shame. I suppose I can admire your handiwork from here then." She bends over with her hands clasped behind her back and tries to pick apart the functions and mechanisms of the gun with little luck. Maybe buying it would not be such a bad option. But she will leave it alone for now. "Thank you very much, sir. I just might have to come back and inquire about purchasing one another time." With a wink and a spin, she leaves to find the supposed 'Dye Trader' that the Guide mentioned.

Alyssa looks at the barkeep with a scorned expression. "Do you not appreciate the upgrade? I admit, I may have gotten a little carried away, but your dingy hovel that you called a bar is now an elegant, high class drinking establishment. Plus you can charge more from anyone but my friends and I." She shoots him a wink and leans down to give him a sarcastic bow. "You're welcome."

Alyssa looks at the Barkeep with barely concealed disdain. "I can help you out with that. And I'll throw in a little extra just to let you stare and gape in awe." She spins away from him with a flourish, almost whipping his face with her newly painted hair. She calls back as she walks upstairs to the rooms. "You can go and do other things for the day. I will take care of the place if you would like a break." Whether he leaves or not, she gets to work. It might take all morning, but by the gods this place is going to look amazing. A woodland fantasy theme for the sample room. Once the Barkeep sees this one room, he is going to practically beg her to remodel the whole building. The room has royal blues, purples, and golds with intricate designs on the wooden bed frame, dresser, and table. A window brings in the morning light at the perfect angle to land on the soft and newly lined bed. The room almost seems to glow and gives a refreshing feeling to anyone who even walks in. Standing in the doorway, Alyssa gazes upon her masterpiece and sighs. "Perfect. Now that barkeep might even pay me to-" She turns around to head downstairs only to stare at the hallway that connects the rooms. Her eyes squint as she flings angry thoughts at the poor design choices. "I suppose one more room will just be a better sample for him. Then I will go speak to him." The hallway is done in a similar fashion with browns and golds and a beautiful, yet soft runner that covers most of the floor. Done once more, she prepares to go downstairs. "Now, I-" A door creaks open as a wooden squirrel darts between a few rooms and looks awfully similar to a recently carved decoration. Oh, well. It will be someone else's problem. She peeks in the door and sees an excessively drab bedroom. ... Two floors, Ten bedrooms, Three paintings, Twelve rugs, One paint job on the exterior, Six hours, and plenty of inspired creativity later, Alyssa has remodeled the entire tavern and still has not fixed the daubing in the corner. She walks up to the Barkeep with a polite smirk on her face. "Ta-da."

Alyssa walks out in the morning a little later than everyone else. And she looks like she remodeled. Her once blue-purple hair has now changed to a striking yellow that fades into muted orange tips that all fall to one side of her head. Her light blue cardigan has been changed out for a light yellow blouse that trails black specks downwards until the edge of the shirt is all black. She struts down the stairs with a pep in her step as she looks at the crowd. "Goodness, me. This place is much less pleasant looking in the daytime. I'll help out with that." Before deciding what to eat and where to sit, she chimes in to the conversations as they head out of the door. "If you need to create any weapons or armors, just give me a ring. I'll be bustling around town for the most part" After delivering her messages, Alyssa goes and sits near the barkeep to strike up a conversation. "Hello, I'm Alyssa and I will be redecorating your 'full of character and potential' inn. That is, if you will allow it. I could see a couple of paintings and maybe some banners around. Some kind of special paint job on the walls."

"I- uh- th-" Alyssa quietly stutters to form a sentence only to quickly decide against it. She wraps one arm around herself and looks at the remnants of the battle. Useless. She was basically useless in that fight. These people that she's not known for more than even a day efficiently took down a giant floating eyeball and its minions without breaking a sweat. They all seem so special, with fire and ice and something that just might be both. The most she could do was an exaggerated parlor trick over and over again. She only had a fancy paintbrush. She's not any better than anyone else on Calypsia. And she must be next to nothing compared to the group that is saving the universe. She looks down at her paintbrush in one hand and grips it tightly. No use for feeling useless. She can feel useless later. She looks up and tucks the brush behind one ear. "Yes. I- uh. Right now the only thing I want to know is what the beds are like here. I guess I'll see you at dawn." She walks off towards the tavern to find a room for the night.

Alyssa lashes out again with paint and unpleasant imagery against the EoC.

Alyssa paints an abstract art piece in the mind's eye of the big Eye of Cthulhu, full of clashing colors, stripes with plaid, socks and sandals and every unappealing combination that you never wished to imagine. Alyssa uses her paintbrush on the Eye Of Cthulhu or the biggest living target.

"Oh, dear Gods!" Alyssa looked at the giant creature in horror, but also, oddly enough, with a slight look of pity. Even though its appearance was hideous, what she was really afraid of was what she saw when she glimpsed into its deepest fears. With no remorse, her fingers went to work creating a masterpiece inside of the creature's mind. Anyone watching on could only wonder what it is that a giant eyeball has to fear, but forming within its thoughts was an even more terrifying monster. The eye was scared. It looked at its master, Cthulhu with both eyes intact, and heard the four words that it feared the most. "YOU ARE NOT NEEDED." With a wave of its hand, Cthulhu dismisses the old eye and sends it to a cruel and torturous death. Alyssa tries to deal 2d6+11 psychic depression damage to the Eye of Cthulhu.