In the den of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Niklas has an idea. Perhaps he could be a different chair! A brave new chair in the same old world, clearly the path to success! He concentrates for a moment.
He concentrates upon his consciousness to the other chair, but it doesn't work! In fact, it doesn't work to such a degree that he feels rather... loose right now. Like something in the fundamental fabric of the universe decided to find out exactly how can a soul be kept in a chair, and didn't like the answer it received!
[Will roll: 1]
It feels rather awful, to be honest.
[Will roll: 1-1]
"Completely terrible" might also be a way to describe it, as a matter of fact. Niklas feels a rising panic as his soul neatly begins to unjam from its perplexing prison, hanging by a thread to this material world!
[Will roll: 6-2]
However, Niklas suddenly realizes something! He can't die! There's so many people he hates that aren't dead and/or crippled yet! And he still hasn't obtained those reality warping powers yet! Most of all, he hasn't become the best chef and taken revenge on that ninja and his dastardly ilk! How can he die if his life hasn't stopped sucking, honestly?
Enough of this nonsense, says he! He'll stay alive, and that's final! He has to accomplish at least something here, else his death will be totally meaningless and anti-climactic, just like that of any old smelly peasant or culinary layman.
He probably shouldn't try that consciousness transference thing again, though. That'd be a tad unreasonable, he supposes.
"Are you alright, Niklas? You looked very distant there for a moment."On the deck of the shrieking ship of Shriekpot...Kevin decides to take the initiative, much to the endless delight of
Sigmund, who doesn't even need to make an effort to escape responsibility this time! He walks up to the Artiste and gives him the information he's got.
"Hey, boss. The treehead guy tried to steal some books and now he's in jail. They said that we can go pick him up tomorrow.""Excellent! Wait, no. That's terrible, actually. And I still don't have any of the books I require. You should probably fix that problem, friends. And by probably I mean you definitely should. I'd be grateful, you know. And we might not die horribly if you do that, so there's also that."Satisfied with the exchange, Kevin turns to Tailor Craig.
"I guess you want a description of what happened to me after I was dropped in that portal?""Sure, if you feel like it."With that done, the Niklas problem once again moves to the forefront, the Artiste turning back to the other bunch of supplicants, now with
Scott among their number.
"Then I shall go restrain him for whatever you have planned," Scott says, going for the stairs.
"Sir Scott, I don't believe such would be necessary, after all Chef Niklas is currently a chair. What trouble could be caused?" Morton says, acting futilely as the voice of reason.
"Um, sure. Go ahead and do whatever you want to do, as long as you don't go overboard. Heh. Now, I suppose we're alright here?""Indeed, splendid! A million 'thank you's, Master Artiste!" the desk says to his master, then gestures at Erin.
"Good mage Erin, shall we move expediently to enact this action? If we do give him speech, I do believe it would be best to give him hearing as well so that a proper conversation may flow, yes?""Yeah, let's go for it. Follow me," she says, heading to the stairs along with Scott. Soon enough, they have reached the den, which is slightly disorderly now. In particular, Niklas appears to have fallen over. Scott shuffles over to the chair, wrestles it for a bit, tells it to stop resisting already, then sets it down on all four legs, giving it a stern look and wagging his finger at it. The others stare at Scott awkwardly for a moment.
In a jail cell...Mark tries to throw away the rather terrible dismantler right on top of him!
[Grapple: Mark vs. Dismantler 3: 2+1-
1 vs. 2+1]
He can't manage to get free of the hold on his arm, though!
[Grapple: Dismantler 3 vs. Mark: 1+1 vs. 5]
However, the guard gives him a perfect opportunity in a moment, slightly loosening his grip on Mark's arm as he tries to adjust his hold!
[Counter: Mark vs. Dismantler 3: 1 vs. 3+1]
The dismantler's too quick, though, and nothing comes of this minor mistake on his part!
[Grapple: Dismantler 4 vs. Mark: 4+1 vs. 6]
And the next dismantler manages to also accomplish exactly nothing this time around. However, before they can reflect on their ineptitude too much, the other two dismantlers come along and try to do their thing as well!
[Dismantler 1 vs. Mark: 6+
1+
1 vs. 2+2-
1]
[Dismantler 2 vs. Mark: 2+
1 vs. 4+1]
As the other one watches curiously, the recently-freed dismantler places his foot securely on Mark's pelvis, driving his chisel-thing into the skeleton's right hip joint and, with a few mighty blows with his mallet, splitting the right leg from the rest of his body. When that's done, he throws the leg into a corner and steps away, considering his next move.
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