[I'm still not sure if Tal smacking Frazz upside the head hard with a metal pipe is joking or not, because I might really roll a blunt impact weapon skill usage for him against Frazz and see how it turns out.
He's got the skills over from his Quarter Staff, after all. So I'm assuming that unless confirmed specifically that you really want to bat a team member with a metal pipe, It's probably jesting and it's probably a rolled up news paper or something.]
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A short amount of time passed, the staging ground needed plenty of bleach and unhappy interns to scrub up the vomit and smell off of everything, but it works.
Vigil seems to be the one who is taking the rest, perhaps even with Aria. Maybe with others too.
Whoever's taking a rest suffers a horrible nightmare. Screams, confusion, familiar shapes and faces exploding into twisted abominations literally of nightmares.. the staging camp, ran down and old, with moss and black stuff coming out of the edges like pulsing veins..
You're not welcomed here, and they're making you damned aware of it.
You want to
wake up, but you can't. The
veins are approaching like shadows on the floor now, reaching for you. You can't move, you can't run, it's got your legs now and is crawling up your spine. It hurts.
It burns. It's crawling into your ears now, forcing it's way into your brain. It ache,
you screamed with them. You feel pulsing pain exploding out of your arms as your limbs exploded out into twisted agonizing parody of it's former self. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
It hurts. They scream. You scream. It hurts so bad.
Then you wake up to your own screaming, most likely being held down by several medics and interns as they inject sedatives into you to help calm you down. The pain is still there, though it's rapidly fading. Your whole body's sweating bullets, and ironically, you feel even more tired than you did before you went to rest..