Survival
Morph to a large hawk, screaming a cry of rage at the oncoming creature, hoping to startle it. Then, flick around, and start flying around towards the way out.
Now I'm glad I had that training session with that weird entity that was the hawk. I'm used to flying through narrow bits!
((It was a crow. And it wanted to teach you how to use your head. Although I guess head-butting things does count as using your head.))
You turn tail and run away as fast as you can, trying to transform at the same time. The thing tries to bit you but you're too fast for that. Its teeth snap at empty air. The transformation works OK, for the most part. You think you might have left a small piece of you behind, but it wasn't anything important.
A minute later, you're flying out of the hole in the ground in front of the Gallery.
The area looks much the same, except that now most of the Gallery is on fire and there are a few more wrecked cars around.
As for ways to get off the island:
You've got the North, with the centre of the island and a bridge and a tunnel beyond that.
You've got the West with the docks and another bridge.
You've got the East, with yet another bridge.
Or you could choose to not follow a terrestrial escape route.
Bryan, survival
"Sorry man, I didn't mean anything by that."
To the dudes from around the corner.
"Hello there"
"Uuuuhhh..."
He takes a step backwards.
"Hi?"
He takes a few hasty steps backwards and disappears back where he came from.
Survival
Yeah, better finish it up. Makes us safer and less conspicuous.
"Just a second longer... Bryan, you better drive..."
Almost done. Just the roof and the windows left.
Now that I think about it, you might want to skip the roof, make it a convertible. It would certainly make fitting Saevus in there easier, unless you're planning on throwing him in the trunk or dragging him behind you. Or you could just leave him behind, that would work too.
Anyway, consider yourself free to drive away next turn. As in, give me your destination. Just drive out of the alley and towards the nearest bridge (which is the western one)?
Survival
Blast any hostile\projectile that comes into the range of my bling-arm.
You keep your arm pointed at the corner behind which the man disappeared. About half a minute later, a pineapple flies out from the corner and towards you, bouncing on the floor. Well, littering like that is not going to be left unpunished. Especially when the perpetrators are using such evil fruits.
Strange. You never felt pineapples were dangerous or evil before. In fact, you don't think you've ever seen a pineapple before, yet you know its name. It's like this one triggers a memory you didn't knew you had.
Well, no matter, you'll deal with those foreign memories later. Right now the evil fruit plotting against you takes precedence.
A swift application of bling-arm pushes the pineapple away. The pinapple rolls and bounces a couple of times before it disappears behind a trashcan. The trashcan disappears with a bang and a flash of light.
Hah! You knew that pineapple was plotting against you. Now its plans are ruined and you are victorious.
Bryan, survival
to everyone again: <I don't think these men are a threat yet, I only sense fear and confusion>
Head next to the almost finished car and be ready to leave at a moments notice.
You take cover behind the car, making sure to keep your distance from all the things materialising around it.
You feel a transformation in feelings coming from the group. The fear of the man that left spreads to the others. All except one. That one also feels fear, true but he also feels more of anxiety, anticipation and relief at the same time. A moment later, this changes to something more like determination, courage or something similar. A few seconds later, similar emotions spread to the other two groups.
Now that you think focus on it, it feels like the other groups have stopped somewhere nearby. One somewhere towards the south and one somewhere towards the north. That leaves only the west clear.
Before you can contemplate more, there's the sound of air moving at high speed, followed by a trashcan some distance away exploding.
Survival
Well, keep out of site of those guys, don't want to mess with them, until I head to a hospital and get my shoulder hole fixed
You make sure not to visit those guys' website. They're probably full of boring status updates like "I just did the laundry." anyway.
It looks like they have finished preparing whatever they were meant to be preparing. The man talking in the radio says something and nods before removing his headset. He reaches for the handbag of the other and retrieves a revolver, the man with the handbag doing the same. The guy with the big hollow stick thing stands ready.
About ten seconds later, there's an explosion. The men get ready, kneeling and aiming somewhere down the road.
Staging Area
<Character>
You open your eyes.
You find yourself in a larger open area made of stone and wooden supports. One of the walls features a few of those gigantic wooden barrels that usually hold alcohol. It is lit by a large fireplace, complemented by a few torches hanging from the stone walls. The room is filled with tables and chairs, although they are all unoccupied. In a corner of the room, there are is a music band made up from humanoids that look like bioluminescent fungi.
Finally there's a counter, with a few smaller barrels, a small fire and some cooking implements behind it. Behind the counter is a a burly man with medium length platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and the facial characteristics of a stereotypical Viking, sans the braided beard. He simply has some short facial hair.
He's wearing a light cloth shirt with short sleeves that show off his muscles. A large wooden mug rests on the counter in front of him. He appears to be reading something, deep in thought.
He turns to face you once he notices that you're conscious.
"Hey." he says, acknowledging your presence.
He uses one hand to close the book and the other to make a motion towards you.
"Nice eyes. I bet they're really good for night reading.""Don't think I have anything else to say, though if I recall correctly you wanted to see this."
Take the red apple and set it on the desk in front of me, then pull out my clipboard and use it to create a laser to cut the red apple into slices
You retrieve the red apple and the notepad and prepare to show off your skills.
"I am watching." the voice states through the speaker. To punctuate that statement, the screen behind the speaker splits into a grid, each square showing an image of you from a different angle.
With that, you start working. You get distracted a few seconds into the calculations and draw a doodle of yourself in a giant death robot instead. As you start drawing a man get crushed under one of your robot's legs, you suddenly realise where you are and what you were supposed to be doing.
"That was just a warmup."You quickly flip your notepad into a new page.
"For a future design." you add. The lack of facial characteristics of the speaker does nothing to aid any feelings of awkwardness you may be having.
"Never mind that, now pay attention, here it comes."You start working on your equation, trying your best to remember how everything was supposed to be written, how all the variables are supposed to interact. Then comes the setting of the variables, judging the location of your target and the intensity necessary to hit it, making sure there are enough components to account for the needed focusing and amplification. Finally, you work on solving the equation, trading variables around, rewriting things until it reaches the necessary form. And immediately, the moment your work is complete a line of distorted air appears near the apple. That surface of the apple is instantly obscured by vaporizing liquid, while more liquid drips from the newly forming hole, creating a small puddle around it. The generated pressure causes the apple to wobble a bit, melting uneven gashes across its surface. Smoke starts coming out of it as it gets hotter and hotter. Finally, the beam penetrates the other side of the apple and starts to melt the plastic of the wall. A moment later, it stops.
You are left with a smoking apple with many gashes molten across its surface and a funnel-like hole going through its middle, surrounded by a puddle of its own juices and a cloud of vaporised water.
"Good. A bit messy, but good." the voice says.
The robo-secretery comes through the door and approaches the desk with rubber gloves and a wiper in hand.
"Just give me a sec to consult my assistants. Opinions?"<This being fits the minimum specifications provided in your search query.> you hear a voice in your head, cold, monotonous, deep.
<Give him a challenge. Let him show who he really is. If he does well, keep him. If he does not, kill him.> another deep voice in your head, accompanied with a small growl. It sounds slightly angry. It reminds you of thunder and giant rocks falling.
"Helpful, as always." the speaker replies sarcastically.
"Well, I'm a bit pressed for time at the moment." he adds after a small delay.
"And I enjoyed this little conversation. You show promise, although it remains to be seen how you act in a more complex situation. But I think I can work through any issues. So... the job is yours. Congratulations."The image behind the speaker shows confetti falling.
"Just go through the door you came in through when you're ready. I'll clean up in here in the meantime. Rebuild a bit. Make the place better. Any preference?"
Edit: Oh, people in the campaign mission are all at the same time and should be ablr to see each other, in case it matters.