THE DUNKER, knowing that it's do or die right here, tries to roll off in a last-ditch attempt to not be victimized by a feisty Nordic hotel receptionist.
[THE DUNKER's finesse roll: 4-1-
1]
[Bart's finesse roll: 3]
With a flop and a slide, he begins to move, but, as the nearby
Eta observes, a rolling fat man is no match in speed for one trained in the ways of the service industry, and Bart quickly seizes the man by the collar and tries to lift him up, only to find that he seems to be a bit too heavy for that. Bart raises an eyebrow, then shrugs and pulls out a small firearm from the back of his pants and presses its barrel into the back of the wizard's head.
"Get up," he tells the corpulent wizard, who has currently regained enough presence of mind to understand the request.
"Cooperate, and there will be no problem."Eta, meanwhile, seems to have paused in her approach, unsure of what exactly to say about all this. Rough knowledge of firearm safety prevents her from interfering physically, and yelling for him to stop seems... inappropriate somehow, given how he doesn't seem to be intending to hurt the fat guy. And before she can even settle on a clear position, Bart turns to address her.
"Go and get other people," he says calmly.
"I will need some help. Look around. Someone should still be here."* * * * *
John, after bidding the inspectocow farewell, closes the door and, after it, like the other door with a cow behind it, disappears into the wall, goes over to another, trying to ignore Luz's rather furious mumbling as he opens it up, noticing what looks like a circular reading room within, except with small, intricate boxes rather than books lining the many bookshelves. In the center there is a very plain desk of minimalistic, yet sturdy design, with two chairs to match. The room is completely and utterly silent.
"With my luck, this is some kind of bizarre torture room again," Luz grumbles.
* * * * *
Dave, curious about why the ground could possibly hate him so, looks down and inspects it for hostile intent. Seeing nothing of interest aside from slightly featureless and earthy blackness, he shrugs and resumes his spellcasting.
[Ground vs. Dave: 4 vs. 4-1-1]
But alas, he is interrupted, as his legs abruptly sink, burying him up to his navel in the pseudosoil. Finding this alarming, Dave wonders what he could possibly do. Storm of distracting underwear doesn't seem to be helping and, to be frank, his other spells aren't very useful for much of anything.
[Finesse: Dave vs. Ground: 1-1-1 vs. 1]
And though the ground is undeniably slow in consuming the rest of him, Dave's never been one to thrive when rushed, and manages to think of exactly zero things before the ground exerts its next pull.
[Ground vs. Dave: 5 vs. 6-1-1]
And before he can do much of anything, Dave is already entombed in the black stuff up to about his chest.
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