In the lair of a thieving rat...Niklas attempts to teach this rat a lesson it is unlikely to remember via a knee to its squishy rodent skull.
[Niklas vs. Rat: 2-
2 vs. 1]
He nearly trips over himself as he fails to realize that a roundhouse knee is hardly an actual fighting move - the rat seems equally surprised to find this out, to be honest.
[Rat vs. Niklas: 6 vs. 1]
Not one to leave a perfectly good advantage unexploited, it pounces at Niklas, biting out a sizable portion of his trachea! Blood starts rapidly flowing into the respiratory tract of the chef, and he begins to choke! As this happens, the rat just keeps on going to town on his face and upper torso, removing chunks of flesh with each bite. Niklas hadn't suspected that rats could be this savage, really. Must be all the magical insulation it's probably eaten. Makes creatures huge and loopy, or so Niklas would suspect if he wasn't currently in the middle of yet another steamy makeout session with death itself.
[Niklas' will roll: 5]
Fortunately, death is feeling a bit tired today, and doesn't seem willing to skip to next base just yet. Maybe it needs some extra motivation. Anyway, Niklas picks up right where he left off - stabbing rodents!
[Niklas vs. Rat: 3-
2 vs. 2]
He finds out that it's a little difficult to stab something in the throat while it's eating yours. Particularly when the rat starts chewing on Niklas' esophagus. Most displeasing feeling, Niklas must say.
[Rat vs. Niklas: 6 vs. 3]
The rat chews onward bravely, but has to unfortunately stop when it reaches Niklas' spine - damn thing's a little too hard and thick to bite in half just like that. So it instead removes its bloodied maw from Niklas' throat and starts violently and messily nibbling on his shoulder instead, getting to the shoulder joint in no time at all! Before Niklas can even offer some choice words on the matter (or at least try - it's a little hard for him to vocalize in any manner aside from gurgling, actually), his non-knife arm starts to feel terribly loose.
In the middle of a wacky, friendly version of a standoff...The relatively quiet section of the street is treated to a wonderful show as the people present try to explain their respective identities -
Sigmund starts off by shaping his body into a rather large, sadly not upright 'S'. This explains shockingly little, though it might prove as a sufficient indication of sentience. Then again, 'S' could stand for either sapience or stupidity - it probably does not matter, as both either are or immediately will be present in the area.
Kevin, not discouraged by the malleability-assisted performance of the jelly, tries to introduce himself through cetacean interpretive breakdancing. Sadly, possessing no limbs, facial articulation or favorable gravity in the area, he only happens to flop about in place mysteriously, confounding his unknowing friends.
Mark, having gotten most of the good cards in this whole body switching business, decides to get to the bottom of this through the power of articulate speech. He tries to explain himself to Art.
"Hi, I'm Mark and I thought you were my friend, but I just relised that everyone has had bodies switched around, one sec..." he says, turning to the dolphin.
"I'm Mark, who are you?" he asks, but the dolphin only keeps perplexingly sloshing around on the cobbled ground. It might be having a seizure, Mark suspects. If only he had a surgical kit of some kind to perform the necessary surgery to check for this kind of thing.
~Okay, this is odd. Why did you change their bodies? It's not like it was necessary for them?~~every action we perform is perfectly justifiable! the important detail to remember is that this only holds true for a certain period of time! and, now that you mention it, we have a solution!~[the gub's magic roll: 2]
[the gub's magic roll: 4]
Sigmund is surprised when absolutely fuck-all happens to him. Usually ominous remarks like that are followed by something amazingly terrible happening. The universe must be feeling kind today.
Kevin, on the other hand, is not so lucky. His soul, only freshly adapted to a dolphin body, is once again removed from its housing, zipping across the distance to his good buddy Mark and nestling in the female entertainer's body right next to the disturbingly misshapen soul of the "doctor". This is slightly closer than Kevin has ever wanted to get to the guy, he has to say. Rather interestingly, though, he seems to be able to hear Mark's thoughts, and vice versa.
~it is time for ultimate teamwork!~ the gub say widely enough for all four of the present parties to hear.
"Why don't I like the sound of that?" Art says, then glances at the suddenly prone and lifeless form of what was the short-term body of Kevin.
"Wait, what happened to the dolphin? It looks dead!"~it is! for now, anyway!~On a rather nice terrace...Scott keeps trying to persuade Tailor Craig to see things his way.
"Now, now! Unless you seek enslavement to strange and magical beings?!" he shouts, but Tailor Craig doesn't seem convinced.
"Wait, is this some sort of task again? I thought people had stopped offering those a while ago," he says, tapping his claw against what may or may not be a chin. Scott, lacking patience, decides to try and push him away.
[Scott's telekinesis roll: 3]
The tailor is lightly prodded, but doesn't seem very movable. He looks a little confused.
"What beings do you mean, anyway? These 'gub'?"Morton is more surprised than he probably should be at finding Scott this way.
"Sir Scott? Sir Scott, it's me, Morton. Why the rush, and good heavens what happened to you? Are you quite alright, do you need aid? Why push good tailor Craig so?" he asks of the ghost.
"If I could at least have a word with good tailor Craig first? I don't believe he hears good group Gub as the rest of us do, and doesn't quite know all of what's going on as a result."He then turns to the tailor while Scott feebly tries to push him off in a direction.
"I do apologize for the confusion over the past few days, although I've - much less the rest of us who can hear good group Gub - had little choice in the matter I'm afraid. The reason many seem so peculiar in this town is because they hear the voice of an entity that names itself Gub, a being who speaks to and I assume can control if wished those within their influence. I convened with them not but a short while ago, to explain my silence. I had assumed you could hear good group Gub, but it seems my presumption was quite off the mark. I do hope that explains the rather odd behavior around you, as I said earlier I've not regained my faculties until just earlier today. I don't doubt similar experiences with the others of the group. I don't quite know why you cannot hear good group Gub, but such seems the case. Either way, a belated thank you for staying around, good tailor Craig, and for helping me once more with my wardrobe issues.""Huh. That's certainly interesting, I suppose," Tailor Craig says.
"I am not entirely sure about what to do with that information, though. I suppose we should get to the whole tailoring business, then. It seems that whatever he wants," he points at Scott,
"might be somewhat important."[the gub's magic roll: 1]
At exactly that moment, Scott suddenly feels his soul get yanked in a very unpleasant way, causing a slight eccentricity between it and his current ectoplasmic body.
[Scott's will roll: 6]
Though nauseating, the experience proves harmless as Scott's soul rights itself immediately.
~hm! ultimate teamwork is more difficult to realize than expected!~Both of the others glance at Scott, who involuntarily seems to have emitted a very unnatural sound. It happens when your soul gets partially ripped out of your body, you know?
~morton! we can simplify the issue of your wardrobe by granting you a new body! it is dressed impeccably, impressions indicate! are you ready for ultimate teamwork? we are considering splitting you all into two teams for the next task! it is likely to simplify getting things done immensely! if you wish, you may choose between the first and the second team!~ Morton hears the gub say to him. The gub just seem to be brimming with opportunities lately.
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