Jhonic pokes Demnonom in the ribs.
"I've got no clue what's wrong with you. Sucks?"
Try to figure out some way to help Deamamoninm, but don't do it yet.
[int 5] Clearlly he's been infected with something, you don't how he got infected but it seems to probably be lethal eventually and somehow related to daemonism. Hmm, if it's related to daemonism, would that mean that a frequency would work?
Walk forwards, sniper at ready , shoot the things if they prove hostile
You take a step forward [dex 4] A long tendril of metal shoots out from the darkness and clips you, though the force sends you spinning to the side of the doorway. [luck 4] You fire blindly into the darkness the flash illuminating a bloodstained figure sitting in the chair, his daemon arm shifting spasmodically.
"Shiny guy, nooo!"
Hold Rufferto in front of Demniant's face to comfort him.
Back away like Darnian said to do, while hugging Rufferto for comfort. If he gets back up, chop off his daemon limbs with the daemon katana.
Groo backs up clutching a worried Rufferto for comfort, as Damian conctrates moves a lot of dials on his equipment and stabs a metal rod into his arm.
"I have a *cough* favor to ask of you all. Stand back a bit while *hack* I try something. And if I don't survive it, please take *cough* care of any of my brothers that show up. Their names should be some variation of *hack* Damian. Our parents weren't very original. If I do die, and my body gets back *cough* up, cut off the daemon limbs. Should stop any possession. And, uh, thanks for giving a shit."
Modify the 5453678 frequency with my 420 frequency and use it on myself.
[daemonism 6+4=10] You take a deep breath, which is somewhat spoiled by the bloody coughing fit that this causes, and taking a notepad begin to write down some complicated equations using the best writing material at hand, occasionally coughing to replenish your supply, you quickly work out a way to do it, at least you think you do, it's kinda hard to tell what with the bouts of ever increasing pain that slams into you. Hurridelly you twist the knobs into the right positions and with shaking fingers stab a metal rod into your arm before taking out a a blunt from your special stash. Lighting it, you inhale and let the frequency out.
IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE.The frequency resonates through the entire base Damian goes completely unconscious, and the daemon Adrian was fighting seems to be quietly jamming out to some nice music. The entire base is completely silent for a second, as though a noise that you hadn't even noticed was there in the first place was gone. Then you suddenly hear an incredibly deep voice seeming to resonate from within the rocks on the base themselves.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THING the inhuman voice, warbles out perfectly in time to some unheard beat. The base begins to shudder, as though the force keeping it up has suddenly become distracted.
''CAUSE EVERY LITTLE THING GONNA BE ALRIGHTThe floor shifts slightly sending everyone to the floor.
SINGING DON'T WORRY ABOUT A THINGThe base begins to descend picking up speed slightly,
you have five turns to find parachutes or brace for impact.
Damian wakes up in a classy Victorian style parlor room, there are two chairs facing each other a roaring fire to his side, and a table with two glasses on it off to the right side.
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