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[TheBiggerFish]

Alanis pines for their eldritch snugglemachine, to not be left out.

[kj1225]

"R-really? Darn, I hate when that happens..."
"Let's jack a car."

Kyle nods. Then he pauses.
"Wait, What if we can't find the keys?"

[TCM]

"Do you know how to hotwire?"

[SOLDIER First]

"A-are you sure you didn't want to.. ask anything?"

[TCM]

"N-not really..."

[SOLDIER First]

"All right."
He just. Stares. At his second self.

[Sanure]

Then Jet was the cause of three deaths, as Morana cackles madly, "This is far to easy. Do you really think Taking my weapon will prevent more deaths?" Morana Dismounts from Jet's Shoulders, the Filigree Buzzard changing it's form, snapping the chain in multiple peices. Grabbing the axe, Morana brings the axe down onto Jet, although it doesn't connect, instead Morana disappearing into the ground. Several Feather like blades erupt from the ground, spearing several more people although not outright killing them.

Orchid finally manages to scream to Jet, "JET! Get away from there!" The ground beneath Jet begins to tremble and upheave.

[kj1225]

Jet jumps to the side as whatever was in the ground presumably bursts through in a cloud of displaced dirt and rocks.

[Powder Miner]

Watching the blades spear civilians, Chartre grimaced further before shifting the pose of his sword to a more aggressive one.
"That HAS to be her Semblance... This I CAN do something about! Chryssa, Anna, keep me alive please, I'm going to use my Semblance on hers!"

Chartre approached the battle between Jet and Morana very carefully, taking deep breaths to keep himself calm. And that calm... he was an island of stability in this chaos, he told himself, a rock upon which the insanity broke and turned. The flarings of Dust and Semblance, they would break too. He would wave them into nothing, his calm overriding and neutralizing the forces of death and destruction... that was the key to Null, the key to saving those who her blades from the ground would harm. He focused his Semblance to the blade of his sabre, and continued to approach, confident that his natural poise would have him rolling with the situation, acting before she could take him down, and confident that he could hit her with a Disabling Strike once she popped up.

[Sanure]

Jet indeed dodges the large corpse like Fist that punches out at her. The Grimm it's attached to emerges, Morana perched on it's back, "La Muerta Griselle. It's so hard to keep him down. He wants to play, So I had to give in. Go Griselle. Mangle some humans!" Morana jumps down, Landing without a sound next to Jet, "Isn't he just handsom?"

Chartre's Semblance doesn't seem to do anything. The blades are real enough and they seem to have retracted back into the ground.

[TheBiggerFish]

((*handsome, not another word for a taxi.))

[kj1225]

Jet indeed dodges the large corpse like Fist that punches out at her. The Grimm it's attached to emerges, Morana perched on it's back, "La Muerta Griselle. It's so hard to keep him down. He wants to play, So I had to give in. Go Griselle. Mangle some humans!" Morana jumps down, Landing without a sound next to Jet, "Isn't he just handsom?"

Chartre's Semblance doesn't seem to do anything. The blades are real enough and they seem to have retracted back into the ground.

Morana is interrupted by Jet letting off a series of punches that continue to arrive at their mark at a faster pace as two more arms are added to the equation. If Alanis were here she might note that the scene feels similar to some kind of Indian mythology based game. Or maybe some other Eastern Mythology.

[Sanure]

Morana takes each hit, still smiling the insane smile that just won't leave her face.

Griselle has already began it's march towards the people fleeing. It's sheer presence sending fear into the minds of those not being attacked.

Up above the Forevermore circles lazily, watching the mass panic and negative emotions growing.

[Powder Miner]

Chartre sprung back from the spot once it became apparent Null was doing absolutely nothing, swearing to himself and clearing the potential danger area. "That isn't going to wo..." And that's when the gigantic Grimm popped out of the ground... GIGANTIC. The size was pretty intimidating, even for Chartre, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that if he tried to fight it it would end poorly. But then it started heading for the civilians...
"Chr-Chryssa, Anna, we need to get them out of here!"
And he took off running, not to engage the Muerte Griselle but instead towards the people it was lumbering towards, making an attempt to corral them safely away from it and its potential path of rampage.

[Shadestyle]

Spoiler: From massa Sanure (click to show/hide)

Name of Bauble: 10 Level 1 Healing Geopills
Effects: Consume Item to Cure Biological Status Effect (Con+5vPoison's Stat) and Gain Health Regen (1d6) for 5 Turns.
Description: A stone pill made through magic, it contains powerful healing materials.

Gozer and Dackly Walk around the ship, having lost Tourmaline's Robonoids.'

They ask if anyone feels like they are lacking in the health department when it comes to battle, and offer up the solution of some magic pills they made using two powerful healing agents.

"Now we only have 10, so not everyone can have one, and anything given in return would be appreciated but absolutely not necessary, just pop one of these when you are in pain or under some kind of inhibiting effect and it should clear it right up."


The Donchaka, having explored their new abode long enough, start to clean up the place, getting into the nooks and crannies and basically stealing anything most would consider garbage for their own use.

Some of them may discover a Granant Tunnel, informing the others, or they may not, either way, they clean as long as it takes to get some nice big piles of garbage to jettison or recycle.