gather up stuff, get wound fixed, Wander off and go try to find more music tapes or someone selling them.
Concider publishing beast story under title of Beauty And The Beast: Homecoming.
You gather your stuff that wall tosses to you and then crawl to the nearest field tent to see about getting your tendons reattached to muscles. The medics look up from the forms they're filling out, and after inquiring what the hell happened to you give you to which you respond with a simple shrug, they shake their heads and give you a form, stating that you give the hospital the right to preform experimental treatments with the grafting of beast flesh to damaged tissue to promote faster healing, you sign mostly because they don't really give you a choice and they give you a shot of morphine. You wake up a while later with a set of stitches on your heel the skin around the stitches curiously discolored to a bright blue and your beast arm seems to have had some beast tissue stitched onto it. Shaking off the aftereffects of the anesthesia you get up and hobble out of the hospital, it seems whatever weird substance they injected into your heel seems to have worked, you've already got pretty good funcotnallity, your sure that by the time the next mission occurs you'll be right as rain, for now at least as long as you don't go spiriting anywhere or run a couple of marathons you'll be fine.
You see a music store, and they seem to sell a few music tapes, thought they seem to be kinda rare. What genera do you want?
[charisma 5] You write several impassioned letters to publishing companies about publishing the masterpiece you call
Beauty and The Beast: Homecoming, after several encoregements to try each companies competitors you finally are reffered to a company that claims to specialize in such mansupricts. Beat incorporated. They write back on somewhat stained and rumpled paper saying that they would love to publish the book, but they feel that perhaps such a book would be better published after the War when paper will be in greater supply and the public will have more spending money.
Wait for the fragments to go up for bidding. Start bidding at 2 coins, or 1 if nobody else has bid. Go up to 7. Check again with me if it goes higher than 7. They'require useless fragments for most people, so I'm not sure if they'd even go for that much, but I want them.
You go to make a bid of 1 no one else seems to bid on it and the auctioneer is about to say sold when the officer you insulted and then followed you in calls out
two. in response you raise your bid to 3, and the police man reciprocates raising it to 4. you call out 6. The police man clearly satisfied decides to let you have it at 6, and walks away smugly.
"Silly officer, that's beast blood! Groo is fine, Groo take lots of trips to surface! Oh, Groo have to go, before he loses damdem. C'mon Rufferto!"
Groo tells the officer the above, then runs off after Demdam. He'll watch the auction for fun stuff, like guns!
((MJ, you may wish to reread your post. Remember what I said about midnight writing being non-ideal?))
I see, uh well have a good day, uh sir. the rookie glances over to an older member of the force. He gestures at the lack of blood on the floor before just shrugging and making a go ahead signal. the rookie turns back to the oblivious Groo
Uh, enjoy the auction sir. he lowers his voice and says in a whisper
and tell your friend to not insult the whole station next time.Groo watches the auction noticing how livid Damian turns when he buys the knife a six coins. Groo watches the auctions proceedings he sees a small 2 shot derringer come up for sale. It's starting bid is 2 coins.
Give Pingas back his knife and shotgun.
The wall hands over the knife and shotgun and then watches Phineaus crawl away.
Inventory:
Bloodsoaked aviator's clothing
An excessive amount of Shrooms in pockets. currently growing on the blood on his flight jacket.
Cowboy hat
Badass longboat…covered in gore and paint.
Quick-access chest rig
Gas mask (Not worn)
M1911 [5/7], 3 spare 7rnd mags
Shotgun [3/5]
Nazi shotgun [4/5]
10 shotgun shells
Hilt of the daemon knife
Two Lugers [8/8][0/8]
Combat knife
5 katana just as good as the store bought version for a fraction of the cost.
10 coins
unknown key found
Shredded ID card, came from leg daemon zombie.
Rufferto his loyal dog. Black German shepherd like mutt.
Gas mask for Rufferto. Comically small. Not on him right now.
parachute strapped to Ruferto
Status:
Rufferto is not strapped to Groo right now.
Description:
Nobody is quite sure what this is. Top scientists have suggested that it's some sort of humanoid, possibly a crossbreed of some kind, but it has a face that look like it's been dragged along ten miles of bad road and an ever-present smile.
Name: Daemian McWehrnecigul
Description: His eyes are gold. His face seems slightly off, even though no disfigurement is apparent. He has a lean build.
Unlike his brothers, he has devoted his life to his single focus of Daemons, to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. His greatest interest lies in daemonic phenomena, and he dreams of one day creating a breakthrough application of daemonism that allows a human to control a body filled with the might of daemons. He lost an arm and a leg in a daemonism experiment gone wrong (Damiin got the frequency wrong), and had them replaced with inert daemon metal limbs
Stats
Strength: 0
Intelligence: 0
Dexterity: +1
Resilience: +2
Perception: -2
Charisma: +1
Skills
Piloting: -2
Marksmanship: -2
Daemonism: +4
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery: -2
Engineering: +1
Inventory: what you have on you.
knife
aviators clothing
Daemon metal left arm
Daemon metal right leg
got a ten collectively mild shape shifting increased strength.
[9 book knife] Looks like someone took about every possible type of knife and blade and made it into a single knife. Words throw it and see on the back of the book. Disturbing smily face right underneath it.
severed daemon left arm
severed daemon right leg
1 Luger [7/8]
7 coins
Daemon knife fragments.
Infection: The Weapon((Investigative daemonism mission: 2)).
Status: Hybridized.
Current powers:
Can talk to the weapon in his head.
Can communicate with daemons by touching daemon imbued things.
Hates policemen.
Name: Phineas
Description: ex pilot and a bit skilled at fixing his plane. Tought by his ol' pap from the great war when young and wished only to be a pilot just llike him.
About twenty years old
Stats
Strength:+1
Intelligence:+1
Dexterity: 0
Resilience:+1
Perception:+0
Charisma:-2
Skills
Piloting:+2
Marksmanship:+1
Daemonism: +0
Doctor: -2
Beast mastery:-2
Engineering: +1
Inventory: what you have on you.
knife bounced away not near him right now.
aviators clothing-Flack jacket and helmet.
Shot gun 10 shells 2/6 shells. 10 loose shells i.e. not in
Light enginering kit (10)
blanket rope, expertly tied.
0 coins.
Mostly put toghether radio
Beast arm on right arm. Claw variant. (Status: tendon in upper arm severed.))
Achilles in right leg severed.
survival poncho can be made into a tent in a pinch.
Extremely explicit manuscript detailing an amorous adventure between you and a beast.
dexterity daemon hand and lower arm, good for stitchinging sewing clock repair and things that require a lot of fine coordination. Not so great with the brute force. tendered store bought power [5]
Name: THE WALL
Description: Creepy bald guy with a facial tattoo. He actually looks pretty skinny with now a fair bit of padding on him, but the huge piece of metal he's hauling around shows that he's deceptively strong. Doesn't speak except to yell about THE WALL.
Stats
Strength: +3 (2 points invested)
Intelligence: -2
Dexterity: -2
Resilience: +1
Perception: -1
Charisma: -2
Skills
Piloting: +0
Marksmanship: +0
Daemonism: +1
Doctor: +1
Beast mastery: 0
Engineering: +0
Status: flesh wound in side. Stings like hell but probably nonlethal.
Inventory:
3 GP
knife
aviators clothing not being worn.
Hugeass tower shield (-15) not on him right now.
insulation beast mod (-3)
Beast arm (-7) Perfect condition (Claw variant) bio luminescent arm.
Music tape zwingend notwendig nacho Reienfolge von Führer Wagners- Die Walkure