In the streets of Shriekpot...Kevin knows he can't let this fellow escape righteous retribution, choosing to run after him! Slightly further away,
Niklas has a similar thought, albeit his reasoning is more grounded in the idea that he should probably go after the slower, shorter people who should be easier to catch.
[Shamus' escape roll: 1]
[Kevin's pursuit roll: 6+1]
[Niklas' pursuit roll: 6]
Luckily, both of them are quick enough that they catch up easily with the man, who seems to have made the critical error of running into a dead-end alley. Now his two pursuers will presumably make him regret it.
[Tackle: Kevin vs. Shamus: 3 vs. 5]
The short man just steps aside as Kevin runs right at him, watching the jester nearly run into a wall. He breathes a sigh of relief before noticing a chair also running at him, at which point he returns to a state of high alert.
[Niklas vs. Shamus: 2-
2 vs. 5]
[Counterattack: Throw: Shamus vs. Kevin: 2 vs. 5+1]
As the chair makes a brave leap toward the man's face, he notices the fellow's mustache quiver in a bastardly fashion - he is ready for him! He grabs the chair-creature by the legs, does a mighty spin and hurls him at Kevin. Or, rather, the place where Kevin was a moment ago. The jester has already moved on, and the chair merely bounces off a nearby wall with a clang.
Glad at not being dead yet, the short guy tries to book it from the alley as rapidly as humanly possible.
Mark, meanwhile, continues the chase, waving his halberd plus corpse around like a grisly banner as he tries to run the wonderful bundle of body parts down.
[Ziggy's escape roll: 4]
[Mark's pursuit roll: 5+1]
He gains distance very quickly, making great leaps toward the fellow running away - they are so close now that Mark can practically see his blood ready to burst out of the new stumps the man is about to gain.
[Ziggy's escape roll: 6]
[Mark's pursuit roll: 6+1]
As the man tries to desperately sprint off, Mark goes in for the kill, leaping halberd-first at the man.
[Mark vs. Ziggy: 4+1 vs. 4]
Once more, though, the erratic pattern of the man's frenzied run makes it difficult to hit him - Mark manages to make a sizable gash in the man's size, but no proper stabs are achieved.
[Opposed quickness: Mark vs. Ziggy: 1+1 vs. 1]
As the man grabs his side in pain, though, Mark sees yet another opportunity.
[Mark vs. Ziggy: 2+1 vs. 6]
But it is not to be - when Mark tries to handily decapitate the increasingly annoying man, he reacts quicker than one would give him credit, ducking and trying a particular maneuver.
[Counterattack: Trip: Ziggy vs. Mark: 4 vs. 4+
1+
1+1]
His attempt at a competent leg sweep only hurts his foot a bit, however, causing him to wince.
On the deck of the Second Shank...Scott, ever the epitome of good etiquette he is known to be, remarks on the Artiste's unfortunate staring.
"You are staring m'lord... Evelyn may get the wrong impression.""I'm sure she understands. Besides, she's the most interesting thing on deck right now. You can hardly blame me for being unable to look away. I mean, look at her, really."Morton, quite disturbed by the sight of skinless abominations flapping around on deck, inquires about the anomaly.
"I-ah... Might I ask as to the presence of the, er...""Horrible mockery of avian anatomy stitched together from human body parts obtained from hapless, innocent victims?""That's kinda unkind to Evelyn. I mean, she can hardly help bein' the way she is right now. Ya should see what else Mark's done to people. Ain't pretty.""Regrettably, I have seen the flesh tree arms. So I wish I could say this was something unique, but sadly that is not the case."As the people speak, Evelyn stops flapping around for a moment, turning her rib-beak toward her assembled friends.
"Khtsss," she hisses out, though it doesn't seem like a particularly unfriendly hiss. Morton decides that he shall not mind this right now.
"Good master Artiste, it is good to see you awake, I trust you slept well? If you would like, I could perhaps brew you some tea.""I would certainly appreciate that, Morton. Great to have you back. Where're the rest? We should get moving soon."While that happens,
Sigmund tries to work that old black magic again. Sadly, though, he can't seem to figure out the problem with the paper - it just doesn't accept new words for some reason. And the paper doesn't seem to take new spells, either. He could write it on another piece of paper, but that would mean redoing the focus creation process again.
In a dangerous artifact pet store...Darren did not quite expect this sort of treasure when he went inside, really.
"Ah! These are... unique. Where do they come from?"The woman is taken aback by the question. It seems that the idea is somehow unfamiliar to her.
"Er... I would think that when one pet loves another very much, and they live together, they make new baby pets, yes? But these new pets have nowhere to go when they grow up, so they come here, and then they live here until a kind, gentle owner comes and buys them, and takes them home, and loves them like their own children, for they are wonderful and always loyal, yes?" she says, shrugging.
"Pet one, and take them to a new home, good sir, yes?"