In the lair of a murderous rat...Niklas tries to stab the rat in the vitals with all the strength in his body, which is admittedly limited.
[Niklas vs. Rat: 5-
2 vs. 6]
He manages to severely misjudge the stab and nearly stab his own poor, abused little body! The rat, having been reminded of the need to kill its current chew toy, tries to finish the job with increasing ferocity.
[Counterattack: Rat vs. Niklas: 4 vs. 1]
[Rat vs. Niklas: 6 vs. 3]
Resuming its assault, it nibbles Niklas' left arm right off, and makes good progress on doing the same with his right arm as well! Niklas' knife slips out of his hand as the arm becomes a limply hanging bit of flesh. This rat is starting to feel a little dire to him, honestly.
At the site of a jolly bit of teamwork experimentation...Sigmund is fairly sure he doesn't want to be rid of his absolutely wonderful new body, and does his very best to try and avoid getting ripped right out while simultaneously trying to convince the gub that there are probably better ideas for them to try rather than simply moving people willy-nilly.
~You need more data? Just wait and see how do Kevin and Mark fare in only one body, and how can they coordinate themselves, there is no need to move more people around.~~we can't extrapolate from such a limited sample! that's not how rational inquiry works! time for some more testing!~[the gub's magic roll: 4]
[Sigmund's will roll: 5]
Sigmund feels the gub's magic as it grabs its soul and pulls, but he manages to resist in a manner surprisingly similar to his attempts to survive inside the soul orb. It's all in the fear, Sigmund finds. It's the fear that keeps you alive.
~hm! will you keep resisting, sigmund, or must we knock you out to do this?~Meanwhile, Art is perplexedly watching the way
Mark and
Kevin address him and the jelly, one another, the skies and the gods only know what else.
"You know, I'm thinking I should run, but it probably won't help, will it?"A moment passes and he nods.
"Yeah, thought so."[Art's magic roll: 6]
He begins to glow very pronouncedly, and the others present hear the gub mumble something unintelligible.
"Okay, so, you two want to be split away from each other? I think I have a spell that'd work," he then says, looking fairly concerned for the health of his two known friends.
At a nice terrace...Scott continues his attempts to relay the information of the current situation to the tailor.
"They seem to be nigh omniscient beings trying to become omnipotent. NOW MOVE!""I'd rather not," Tailor Craig says. Scott guesses he'll have to keep playing hardball, then. Time to go in, full power!
[Scott's telekinesis roll: 5-1]
He presses Tailor Craig, but finds that he's really mostly moving the robe - Tailor Craig, probably out of modesty, seems to be trying to move with it, but he appears to have slightly overestimated his abilities on the matter in any case.
"I would really prefer it if you stopped doing that," the tailor says.
[the gub's magic roll: 1]
The pull on Scott's soul resumes, and somewhat mimics his inept handling of Tailor Craig - except the results feel decidedly more lethal in this case!
[Scott's will roll: 2]
"Hurk!" Scott says eloquently as his very soul starts to leak out of his ectoplasm, which would be best described as 'mildly unpleasant'.
~these ghost souls certainly are slippery!~Morton, meanwhile, tries to straighten out his own business with the gub.
~I thank you for the offer, good group Gub, but I trust in good tailor Craig's abilities, and I fear it would be unkind of me to promptly leave him as swiftly as I've arrived as well, especially if unannounced. I'm always happy to cooperate however, although might I ask who is on which team? I'd wish to be on the team I would be most helpful.~~one team currently includes kevin and mark, and possibly sigmund if all works well! the other we are less certain about! it will probably have scott on it, provided he does not suddenly and inexplicably expire before your very eyes! but joining a team requires body switching!~Morton, slightly unaware of Scott's impending doom, turns to him with a disapproving look on his dirty rat face.
"Sir Scott, there's no need to be rude. I'm sure if you discussed it with good tailor Craig, he may agree to go along, instead of, please pardon my language, incessant badgering," he says. Scott sure looks sorry, or at least he seems to from what Morton can tell, so that's good. Continuing his business, he turns to Tailor Craig again.
"I apologize for my companion, and for my haste, it seems it would be wise to move on to the matter of tailoring, my presence seems like it will be soon needed elsewhere before long. Gub wishes to ferry us to work in teams soon.""Yes, we probably should get you outfitted as quickly as possible. Follow me," Tailor Craig says, taking Morton into the building the terrace seems to belong to - inside, Morton can spot what seems like an improvised tailor's workshop - clothes delicately and tastefully arranged everywhere, even though this place otherwise looks more like an oversized, lavish living room. Tailor Craig quickly moves to a certain section of his supplies and provides a... is that a tiny dress? It seems rather immodest in its cut to Morton, strangely enough, and Tailor Craig doesn't look too confident in it being too appropriate for him either.
"I have had this for quite a while," he says, regarding the dress critically.
"The noblewoman I originally made this for thought it was a little inappropriate for her wedding. Looking back, I slightly agree. Nevertheless, it's the only thing I have that might fit you. I normally don't work on people quite as small as you. Although I certainly could make you a new outfit, though that would take some time."
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