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It was fun for a long time but towards the end it just started to drag

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[Mrhappyface]

(I guess your magic offsets ETN's extreme sensitivity. You would need a few loose screws or balls of steel to consider creating ETN based bombs irl. Unless it is mixed, which seems more likely.)

[wierd]

[Its easier to manufacture than the considerably less touchy PETN, which requires formaldehyde and a bunch of other things.  You are right however, it's a nasty contact explosive. For the sake of narrative though, it's suspended in congealed lard to make it less shock sensitive.]

[Eric: the intention was for your character to be "I don't care about anything anymore" coupled with "you are annoying the fuck out of me, and I don't care about the consequences of saying so. Just go away", with a healthy dose of "jeezuz.. he found me, goddamnit. There goes an otherwise decent day."  Weird came to the realization that he was being needlessly antagonistic about the situation, and backed down. The idea was that eric would say just about anything to make him just go away.]

[WillowLuman]

Vemini ran over to X's side. "Sir, this one was causing a disturbance. If he does not speak quickly, I recommend we kill him."


HugoLuman banished all pretense of getting to sleep. It just wasn't going to happen. What with thoughts about the door burning in his mind, the starlight going right through these infernal eyelids. and now the loud pounding coming from the tank direction, sleep was not possible.

[Mrhappyface]

"I am immortal! I have gone above and beyond the pale! It's boring. " screamed Mrhappyface as he rolled back and forth, frothing and gibbering.

[WillowLuman]

"Answers. Now. Or die."

[Mrhappyface]

The shakes ceased and he frowned. "Oh. I just wanted to drop in and say hi. 10 years is quite a while."

[wierd]

some time later, a very unhappy looking necromancer and a plaintive looking ceramicist popped the hatch on the cargo compartment and crawled out. Illuminated in the pale moonlight, a filthy carmine pool with footprints and the smeared outline of a dwarven body could be seen on the floor of the compartment, and smeared all over wierd's left side.  Seeing the sudden blood everywhere, Rikod became animatedly apologetic.  It took several minutes to calm him down, and show him that the blood was coming from the cup, and not his bunkmate.

Raspy breathed, and very unhappy, weird stumbled up to where X was holding up the psychotic killer of who knows how many people, and as he got closer, the cup reacted more viggorously, eventually culminating in outright gushing of the disgusting congealed blood.

"C..c.aa.re to exhhhplain?" He rasped, still struggling with having the wind knocked out of him, holding the cup up and upside down, letting the torrent simply splash all over the ground.

[WillowLuman]

"Oh, don't mind him," said the Android. "He's just Bad Cop, if I remember the saying correctly." Weird and Rikod trudged up behind him.

[Mrhappyface]

"Oh. I guess receiving the blessing of the Dark Gods causes a resonance effect with their artifacts...Uh, it's not even 'real' blood. I'm sure it will wash out." he gasped. "Uh...It's true I don't need oxygen, but it's hard to speak...yeah.". Mrhappyface squirmed in vain against the iron grip.

[wierd]

"Tehhn yearrss? T..ry twoo daayz, assholle..." weird croaked. "Whee hhaven..t ehven hhaad a...f..fuun..erahl yhet..."

He inhaled roughly, and burst out coughing, and grabbing his side tenderly.

[Mrhappyface]

"Yeah...10 years." Mrhappyface eyed the puddle of gore seeping across the ground. 
If he could just roll into it, he could use it as a gate back to the other world. If only they weren't so focused on revenge.

[WillowLuman]

Suddenly, a small shape with three tails and wings of stretched skin came sailing through the air, hit the ground skidded, and dissolved into smoke as it rolled into their midst. Roead came running in after it, his face livid. "Anyone got a pitchfork?" He looked around, and saw HappyFace hanging by his collar from a fist. "Oh, is it time to punish the little meddler with the dark arts? Honestly, I thought that Eric wanker was bad. This bugger's got him beat." Before anyone could say anything, he stomped over and punched HappyFace in the jaw. A bloody tooth sailed off in an arc. "Anyone got a pitchfork?"

Vemini grabbed his arm. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but the prisoner is still awaiting trial."

[wierd]

Weird eyed happyface intently, tracing his eyes to the cup and spreading puddle. Vexation crossed his face, and with irritation, froze the cup solid, halting the flow, then set about burning the "fake" blood.  He was tired, but if there was one piece of magic he was painfully proficient with now, it was setting things on fire.

He closed his left eye and leered at happyface with the right, kicking the now smouldering grass underfoot.

"I don't care if its raspberry syrup--" he growled, the raspiness of his voice now mostly subsided, "you want this thing way too much, and that's unacceptable."

He had just put out the scorched patch on the ground when the imp hit the ground..

[WillowLuman]

[If Roead gets too violent, you can always calm him down with your music.]

[Mrhappyface]

"Dammit." he thought as he lost consciousness again from a punch and dropped. "I would have thought mortals would have more respect for higher beings..."
He fell through, as if the patch was a hole in the ground.