Halesey, ever the cautious one, tries to raise a stupid desk shield to protect his person effectively.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 6-->5-1]
And a shield thus materializes, desks swirling rapidly around Halesey, their surfaces painted by people who must have been deaf, blind and with no notion of what a desk even was, let alone with any idea how to paint it. Halesey's quite glad he can barely see anything outside of it, because it would mean that people could identify him as the shield's occupant.
Larry, meanwhile, starts evoking mucus, ready for violence to erupt.
[Larry's affinity roll: 5+1]
He raises his hands, and something begins to bubble within his nose. It's a very ticklish feeling as well as outlandish, and Larry huffs a few times, then lets loose a mighty sneeze, a huge torrent of snot erupting from his nostrils and hitting the floor with a loud noise. The mucus splashes and spreads along the room, filling it to about ankle height with the filthiest damn mucus that any of the people present have ever seen. It lasts for a good half a minute before Larry stops, taking a deep breath and looking around for a handkerchief.
Elizabeth isn't quite sure, but she thinks she sees Tim brighten up for a moment as he realizes that he has been spared most of the stuff - she also realizes that this is because he is on top of her, and her hair is currently full of the disgusting sludge that just erupted from Larry's nostrils.
That would be about an 8 or a 9 on the general 10 point 'ew' scale, she'd say. This increases the urgency that she needs to get up, she believes.
"Tim, I'm going to need you to get off my chest.""Why, miss?""I'm currently lying in a pool of my colleague's snot, and it is most distressing. I'd like to get up.""Perhaps you can view it as a learning experience. Learn to let go of your apprehensions, miss. It is liberating, or so I hear. Wouldn't know myself, though."[Larry's finesse roll: 5-
1]
Elizabeth then notices Larry, as if by instinct, leap aside as a man flies past him, attired similarly to Tim. The man flies into a mop golem, resting comfortably within the soft bulk of the creature, who does not move at all.
"Mmph gmph hmphlgmph," the man says, clutching onto the golem, who evidently cares not for any dialogue.
* * * * *
Kat, going in for a pound now that she's in for the penny already, tries her next spell.
[Kat's affinity roll: 5]
[Kat's finesse roll: 1-->3]
She intuitively grasps the moves of the spell, twisting in the air as she unleashes the destructive potential of magic!
This twisting, jerking movement carries with it the unfortunate side effect that she does not know quite where she's aiming. It just so happens to be roughly in Perfidy's direction, unfortunately enough.
Somewhat more fortunately, the bolt that appears is made of a strange, pinkish, powdery material.
[Perfidy's finesse roll: 4]
Perfidy ducks as the bolt passes her, and is totally unharmed. The bolt hits a wall, at which point it erupts into a small, pink cloud that subsides quickly enough, forming a patch of pink mud at ground level.
"Don't aim at me, goddamn it! Makes me twitchy!" Perfidy says with what seems like frustration. She turns to the dudes still standing, who look quite unsure of what to do, then to Kat again.
"So, got anything else aside from dinosaurs, or was that it?"
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