Samuel, not very happy at getting dragged off to his doom by something from a movie he saw once, tries to get out of this horrible situation in what may not be the most efficient, but what is definitely the most intriguing way - by conjuring a wave of poisonous tea!
[Samuel's affinity roll: 4]
[Security Guard's body roll: 6-->4]
Suddenly, a great mass of a brownish-green liquid appears in the air, flying at the bird creature from his right side. The unsubtlety of the wave, however, negatively impacts its effectiveness - the Skeksis drops to the ground after spotting it, and the wave goes right over him, crashing into a wall and splashing poisonous tea everywhere, but seemingly hurting nobody. Not yet, anyway. Samuel does notice that the tea, which seems to be staring at him oddly, is drawing awfully close to his prone form.
"Ghraah! What sorcery is this?" the Skeksis seems to ask.
Not very far from this scene of battle,
Clair and
John quickly get their cabbage and leave the store, heading out into an alley, Clair occasionally glancing at her quiet companion with a slight measure of distrust. The alley, fortunately, is unoccupied, so Clair pulls out the head of cabbage and tries to ensorcel it.
[Clair's affinity roll: 2]
The cabbage remains entirely detectable, though. Disturbingly so. John just looks at the thing uncomprehendingly, not sure what deeper meaning Clair is trying to attain from it.
* * * * *
In the factory,
Halesey and
Larry try to bring the matter of the zombies to a close.
"Yo Larry, let's just go, right? Leave 'em to the vortices... vortexes... something. Weren't we gonna go make cash or something?"Halfway through the sentence, though, he decides that, really, what's one more musical garbage blast? Have to make sure these things are gone, right? Who knows what they could get up to otherwise.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 3]
[Halesey's finesse roll: 5]
He unerringly points his hand at one of the zombies' faces, and a group of tin cans shoots out of it, slamming into it and flying off in separate directions, playing an uncanny rendition of 'Shave and a Haircut' as they hit the ground. The zombie slightly loosens its grip on its two comrades, and thus slides slowly toward the vortexes, another of its comrades rolling past it and disappearing into the potato realm in short order. The others probably won't be long for this world, either. Guess it's time to leave.
"Uh, yeah, suck that!" Larry adds as they both head out. Soon enough they are outside, walking off to locate some manner of pawn shop - there isn't one in this neighborhood, but a broader search eventually leads them to a rather nasty-looking place closer to the center of town. It says 'Pawn Shop' on it, at least. In big, black letters on a yellow background, no less. Walking in, they notice that this appears to be as regular as a pawn shop in this area gets - lots of crap, lots of electronics, some interesting-looking stuff (some sort of musket, for instance, and a very old lawn mower) that the owner probably doesn't expect to sell. As the two stroll in, the man at the counter looks at the two expectantly.
"Hello?"
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