Dave lives to serve, and immediately begins working on a thylacine river to send under the walls of the citadel.
[Dave's affinity roll: 5-1]
Immediately a brook begins to form, meandering through the area until reaching the outer wall - sadly, it doesn't quite seem to penetrate deeply enough, and merely moves along its side for a while, bubbling and irritably roaring as its occupants snake off into the distance.
* * * * *
Halesey knows that it's all or nothing now - he will be given potatoes, or he will be given death!
"Oh feck. Homies, shoot again!" he shouts.
[Finesse: Halesey, Angel, Squad, Regiment: 4+1, 3+1, 6-->5, 6-->6]
All of his homies obey immediately, the regiment reorienting itself most quickly while the squad runs closer to get a better shot at this giant beast!
[Mafioso Regiment's finesse roll: 5+2]
[Cassowary Angel's body roll: 3]
This time, the mafiosi are far more on target than before, and Halesey feels a few bullets glance off his shield as the angel is quickly riddled with a massive number of high velocity rounds of significant caliber, creating a small rain of silver blood that Halesey is more than partly glad he has been shielded from.
[Mafioso Firing Squad's finesse roll: 1-->4]
As the angel begins to sway unsteadily on its taloned feet, a few more rounds from the lesser mafiosi fly past it - the creature doesn't seem to notice all that much, honestly. It tries to rumble, but it doesn't appear able to inflate itself anymore. Halesey guesses he's making some pretty good progress, and thanks the potato powers for being gifted with such glorious homies.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 2+1]
And as he thanks the powers, he quickly conjures a small vortex on the body of the angel - it promptly begins sucking in the blood pouring from its wounds, evidently causing the angel some discomfort as its awareness of its surroundings decreases.
[Cassowary Angel's body roll: 4-1]
It slowly begins to move toward Halesey and swipe at his shield weakly, still a bit of fight left in it even as the supervortex nearby makes it increasingly unsteady on its feet.
[Cassowary Angel vs. Halesey: 1-1 vs. 4+1]
It's a little pitiable, actually, how it still tries to fight despite the way most of its internal anatomy has become external.
[Mafioso Regiment's finesse roll: 3+2]
[Cassowary Angel's body roll: 6-->1-1]
As another volley of bullets from the mafioso regiment hits it square in the vitals, the creature still refuses to die - Halesey actually wonders if it can, to be honest - merely swiveling around in confusion and crawling toward the mafioso regiment, hissing weakly.
[Mafioso Firing Squad's finesse roll: 5]
[Cassowary Angel's body roll: 5-2]
After being pelted with more small arms fire, the angel slows down further, the only sounds it makes being a set of mixed gurgles and sloshes.
[Halesey's affinity roll: 5+1]
This sound is immediately cut off by a sort of wild, desperate roar mixed in with the sound of less than gentle tuber streams as Halesey decides to widen the potato vortex on its body, increasing it vastly in size and power!
[Cassowary Angel's body roll: 1-->1-2]
It appears that sudden, massive gravitational alterations are not good for a creature that's only really barely holding together due to the low gravity of its environment - the creature's heads, unable to resist, are immediately pulled into the vortex and also ripped off their body, and the flesh of the angel begins to flow over the edge of the vortex, its body collapsing in on the dimensional anomaly forming on its surface - pieces of loose, torn skin peel off, followed by chunks of gray meat, and soon its very bones begin to separate from one another, ligaments tearing apart as the back end of the creature violently opens in a flower-like manner, the silver blood of the creature flying out and arcing in response to the pull of the vortex - the angel is reduced to a mess of parts, all of which disappear into the vortex, and then, when only a patch of flesh that the vortex was localized on remains, that begins to bend inwards as well, the vortex undergoing a process that Halesey can only begin to wrap his head around, but that looks a lot like the thing's very much unknown structure beginning to turbulently whirl, the vortex promptly folding in on itself, leaving nothing behind except sticky clumps of silver-stained moon dust all over the place.
"Fatality!" one of the chunkier mafiosi in the regiment says, and a few others nod along with this assessment, smiling with approval at Halesey.
"Sweet work!" Reuben the Clown shouts at Halesey from afar, evidently having gotten back from completely ruining a nearby temple and currently jogging victory laps around the potato acolyte and his retinue.
* * * * *
With the help of Joanie,
THE DUNKER is on his feet in no time at all. He is about to consider his situation, but Joanie, evidently not a big fan of standing in a room full of electric watermelons flying around, pulls him out of the hotel, and they move along for quite some distance before stopping.
"Right, so... urk... I'm bleeding kind of a bit, and I don't know about you, but I think we can make it to my leyline from here. It's not far - a couple of miles of walking, I'd say. A draw on them ought to fix us up. Feel up for a walk and a bit of power, or do you wanna go to a hospital?"* * * * *
John, though not a big fan of stairs in the state he's in, feels he might be able to scale these - with James' help, obviously. He hasn't tried moving against gravity much, but it can't be all that hard, can it?
"Aha! The reception desk is upstairs, it seems. Must be some of that postmodern architecture at work here. James, support me! We are going up!"And James does so - but sadly, the stairs are quite slippery, and oddly wet for some reason, and in an inopportune moment both James and John tumble down the staircase, John feeling a tad bruised while James seems to have remained unharmed by virtue of landing on the limp, relaxed form of John.
* * * * *
After enjoying a wonderful meal,
Eta and Lois clean up the remains of breakfast, preserving untouched leftovers, washing the dishes and getting the kitchen in a presentable state once more. And when that's done, it's obviously time for magic. Setting up a firing range of mattresses and pillows in order to prevent any undue property damage, Eta prepares to cast a spell.
"Well, I'm going to try some magic. Erm, don't stand too close. I'm not entirely certain about what will happen," she says, and Lois, quite aware of the dangers magic can pose, if only from her recent cheese-eating experience, takes several steps back and hides in a doorframe.
[Eta's affinity roll: 2+1]
As she points her finger at the mattress, a single pair of golden stiletto heels shoots out - as it lands softly into the mattress, then falls down on the pillows, the entire room becomes that much tackier suddenly, and Eta gets a strange urge to remove the shoes from the premises as quickly as possible.
"Huh... so those are golden high heels? I wonder if they fit either of us."* * * * *
Larry, still loitering about in the lot of what used to be Klein's pawn shop, snaps out of a daze he's been in.
"And this ascension... how's it work?" he asks, and his palm responds readily.
"Oh, you still there? Okay, ascension works kind of like this - you become holier and holier until you don't really belong on the earth. And then you ascend, and become one of the angels. Kind of like a heavenly VIP in a way - gets you into all the heavens, not just the one you belong in. It kicks a lot of ass being able to travel freely in the stars, let me tell you," the voice of his guardian angel, interrupted in some task or another, replies. The angel pauses for a few moments, and Larry can hear it speaking to someone else. Laughter is audible.
"Listen, I'm currently on Saturn, there's an afterparty in progress here. Wanna come over? I can drop in and pick you up."
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