Send several minions to gather resources for a powersuit, and in the meanwhile begin construction and planning on it.
[5] Check! You've started work.
...Care to describe general specifications?
Watch the in flight movie.
You better hurry up, I'm tempted to illusion a terrorist attack so I can stop it.
The flight lands. Happy?
Damien walk over to the other thugs. He kneels down and picks up one of the pistols, then searches their pockets for any and all ammo, as well as any cash they might've taken from those unable to adaquately defend themselves. "It's been a pleasure doing business, gentlemen." He gets up and walks away, heading in no particular direction. He gets out of the alley before the adrenalin fades and the pain begins to pulse in waves from his shoulder. He grits his teeth in pain, turns around, and begins heading for the nearest hospital. As he walks, he turns down the radiation and glow as much as he can.
[3] You take their wallets, two pistols, and a few extra clips of ammo.
"Now look, I'll loosen up the metal and you stop stabbing me in the gut, okay?"
Do so, assuming the violent guy agrees.
"....Sure. But if you try anything, the next tendril goes for your heart."
Retract tendrils, return body to normal form.
A ceasefire occurs.
"Ooh, double serendipity!"
Head on out, find this place that Shining Paladin lives in.
[6+2] You manage to avoid getting lost and get there within a few minutes. You are now at a young woman's doorstep bright and early in the morning! You ring the doorbell, but somehow she doesn't respond. Huh.
Force us both through the window and lock my legs around his waist trapping him in my burning embrace, fly upwards.
Bite him if he continues to assault me.
He didn't post a turn. Again. Nice.
Hold on tight so he doesn't drop me. Punch him in the throat to disorient him.
[1] Winston smacks himself in his
other eye as Anakel [4] traps Winston in a four-limbed embrace and flies up. Bright side: He didn't treat that as an assault.
Irving can barely maintain his horror, nothing he's tried worked, he looked at all the Drones in a mixture of horror and surprise as he yanked the helmet off of his head and looked it over as carefully as he could, to try and see if perhaps that was the problem, please let that be the problem! He couldn't be too late, there has to be something else going on, some kind of horrible prank by the universe on him. "This isn't right!" The distraught man yelled to himself.
[1] You see it:
They've tampered with the helmet! Oh no!
(Wow. You keep getting crappy rolls. It's hilarious, but kinda sad.)
It is morning.
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