At the church,
Halesey feels like he has sufficiently regrouped to focus his attention outward.
"Thanks, men, excellent work. Now. Let's get to work. Or back to work, even," he says, noting that the hairy mafiosi do look fairly appreciative of this bit of group bonding.
Larry, however, looks significantly less happy, what with his attempts to try and keep descending into his manhole.
"Er. Larry? Sorry about that. Dunno why I thought it could help. Pigeons, I guess. Do you want some mafiosi to come help?""I think you've helped enough! I might have to go... down here to get away!" Larry replies, swatting away some errant pigeons. Halesey guesses that this must mean it's time for more vortexes! They're doing the lord's work, after all. Can't afford to slouch!
[Halesey's affinity roll: 3]
And a tiny potato vortex does appear next to the much larger one! Rather strangely, it begins to orbit it. Huh.
Larry, meanwhile, tries to finish up the job as well, despite his grip on the manhole ladder growing increasingly weak.
[Larry's affinity roll: 6-->1+1]
And the fact that he has added yet another huge vortex to the church, the facade of which already has become a rather messed-up situation in the dimensional sense, does not seem to help the situation at all!
[Larry's body roll: 3-1]
So it comes as no surprise when he is pulled right out of the manhole and, despite the way he has dug his nails into the ground, dragged right to the vortex - he got lucky the previous time, but Larry's pretty sure that he's not gonna get out of this one without some really quick thinking or rather obscene luck!
* * * * *
Dave, quite distracted with matters of his own while Mr. Pilton and
Eta chat away, reassures himself of the rightness of his current course.
"I'm studying it to figure out how it works," he says, and tries to call the prophetic vinegar again! It shall reveal its secrets to him!
[Dave's affinity roll: 4-1]
The air above his hand glows a little, and a tiny little blob of vinegar appears above it! Dave is fairly certain that he can discern some kind of mystical air about it, and that's not just because it seemed to be freely floating for a second before falling to the ground and making a small puddle. It seems to be still be
looking at him, oddly enough.
Eta, meanwhile, concludes her current business with Kermit in as polite a manner as she can manage.
"You're an interesting man, Mr. Pilton," she says, smiling at him.
"We shall see...""That we shall, I suppose," he says with a bit of excitement as Eta walks away from the alley. As she disappears around a corner, he looks back at the restaurant for a moment.
"Hm... I guess I'll... nah," he thinks out loud for a moment, then walks out of the alley as well, getting into his car and driving off, leaving Dave all by his lonesome. Needless to say, Dave feels a little exposed. Plus his legs are getting a little cold, and his feet are already starting to freeze.
Eta, meanwhile, decides to check where she could find matches - it does not take long for it to occur to her that she could probably get some at one of the neighborhood's stores - upscale stores though they may be, she rightly guesses they should be open at this hour, and within twenty minutes a whole lot of matches are in her possession - fresh, clean, smokeless matches straight from the chemical factory, the label informs her. They're still warm, even! Gladdened by the conveniences of modern society, she then proceeds outside of the store, making sure to thank the rather stiff-looking lady manning the register (otherwise poor relations may be fostered - these store people tended to hold grudges for a long time, like a cross between a vain dragon and the most malicious of elephants). Getting well clear of any other civilization out at the present time, she strolls into one of the better-lit, tree-lined alleys of the neighborhood and decides to test her knowledge.
[Eta's affinity roll: 2+1]
Raising her palm to the air in a manner reminiscent of a Roman salute with fingers spread, she concentrates upon the very idea of a wave of lawyers. Or is that a wave that's a lawyer? Just as she begins to doubt if she really knows what's going on, the air in front of her palm begins to shimmer, and with nothing more than a barely audible pop a single full-grown woman in cheap-looking businesswear shoots forth and rolls down the alley for a bit before coming to a stop - it looks
and sounds like that might have hurt, Eta thinks. But she has established some important information, she supposes.
* * * * *
John, desperate for some sort of relief in this fairly messed up situation, decides to capitalize on his methhead resources and shouts to them.
"Say, gentlemen, did you know? The spleens of these yetis are made out of the highest grade meth known to man! But be careful, it's starts losing its quality fast once the yeti dies, so it's best to get it from a fresh kill!" he yells, and the dazed methheads up top, currently eleven in number, respond with a collective roar born of their mutual, insatiable hunger for sweet meth, immediately rushing out to dive down three whole floors at the presumably meth-ridden yetis below!
[Methhead body rolls: 1-->2, 6-->6, 3, 4, 3, 3, 1-->3, 2, 1-->2, 1-->1, 2]
The results are... not pretty, to say the least. One of the first methheads to land basically rams headfirst into a piece of exposed rebar at high speed. Two more simply flop into the concrete messily, while a fourth gets punched out of the air by an enraged yeti. Most of the others land on furniture or in the gore already present, causing themselves varying degrees of injury, and only two manage to hit roughly what they were aiming for. One of them falls on a yeti and rolls off mostly unharmed, while another... well, another plunges fists-first into the abdomen of the yeti and proceeds to in equal amounts rip, chew and snort the internal components of his target while bellowing fearsomely. When said yeti flesh proves to be the tastiest thing he's ever had, he takes out his lighter and sets fire to the creature in an effort to improve the experience, which seems to work admirably as well!
Meanwhile, the other yetis look on in horror. But this only lasts a moment before they decide to help their friend, no matter how far gone from the madman's assault he may look! The creatures look very successfully distracted, John thinks, and turns back to his buddies.
"Hey, you guys alright? The watchman ran off, so maybe we should fall back and lick our wounds, eh?"Luz responds with a groan, while Trey seems to still be buried in a pile of canned goods. Crap. Luz proves simple to retrieve, but with Trey it looks like it'll be a bit more difficult.
[Trey's body roll: 1-->5-1]
Luckily, he's not dead or anything, at least judging by the screaming, and after a bit of effort he manages to dig the fellow out. He looks to be lacerated all over, and definitely looks to be in no shape to fight or anything.
"Oh god, I never knew anything could hurt this much," he says, coughing.
"Fuck it, retreat!" Luz says, getting to her feet with a very pained sound, then stumbling straight out of the room.
[Tasty Yetis vs. Crazed Methhead: 6+
2 vs. 1]
And the yetis down on the ground seem to make short work of the methhead, impressive though his landing may have been, as well as his friend. And now they seem to be regarding the three injured magi still present. They do
not seem happy. And then, to top it all off, the night watchman appears in the classroom immediately to the left of the one he was originally in. Sadly for him, the yetis that had crawled up there previously still seem to remain, and still appear to be quite ticked off.
[Finesse: Night Watchman vs. Angry Yetis: 3-1 vs. 5]
"Oh shi-" the night watchman begins to say and raise his arms as three yetis quickly descend upon him.
[Angry Yetis vs. Night Watchman: 4+
1 vs. 3]
He is even less pleased when the yetis pretty much punt him screamingly back into the hallway and then try to press the attack!
[Night Watchman's affinity roll: 5+1]
However, the clackety-clacking sound of the terrible salty denture vortex seems to interrupt them - John can't rightly say, as he can't properly see what happens next. He assumes it's awful, however. And he is somewhat fearful that a similar situation may develop down where he is as well!
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