Everyone check out the situation at the bottom of the turn after your actions.*annoyed blurble*
Climb my way out of the trough. Use my knives for climbing if I need to. Recapture my prey.
(6)You leap out of the trough and chase down your little friend. You tackle him just as he is getting out of the stable, and he falls against the wall - and a heavy hammer, which he brings around automatically onto your head. (6) You grin and shake your head, chuckling. that'll buff right out, you're sure.
Realease the horse and try to get it to run torwards the enemy, vicously stab any that are attacking friends, are knocked over by the horse, or trampled by it.
(2) you attempt to release the horse by stabbing it in the face. this goes poorly. (6) v (2) you got kicked in the head by a horse, yo. (3) you stagger around and fall into a corner, dizzy and stunned. and with an angry horse.
So... the people that the team is fighting are supposed to be our clients, right? What is the tiny leader man up to in all this?
You do not see tiny leader man. He's certainly not fighting the others, and he is certainly not yelling at the wackos on your team. You do remember that these guys were supposed to be clients, not hostiles.
Watch the fighters as they go away. If they don't come back or don't attack, go find something to drink.
There's a big trough nearby, so you shuffle over there and drink. it's wet. The others are mostly dodging random junk from the sharkguy.
((That too.))
(why do I have the feeling that the murder addicts are going to get us all in alot of trouble.)
Keep Flinging random objects at the enermy's
they dodge and get mostly out of range.
The fellow I splashed fell back along with the others and is no longer in front of me, correct? Then I shall fall back to the shelter of the barn with my oil, mumbling embarrassed apologies as I go in a weak attempt at keeping up my uninvolved bystander act.
If he is still within striking distance, belt him over the head with either the rolling pin or the small pan, whichever I'm currently holding.
Then retreat hastily to the barn, preferably with the oil but I will abandon it for the sake of speed if any foes give chase.
Once I'm in the barn, look around and (assuming I still have the oil) see if I can get the attention of someone up in the loft without making too much noise.
"Psst! You! Help me get this stuff up there, quick-like!"
Thrips would indicate the container of oil after placing it at his feet, one pupil still careening wildly as he stands there impatiently.
"Get behind us, little guy. Those nutjobs in there are dangerous." your innocent bystander routine works on at least one of the opponents, who grabs you and pulls you away from the barn. (1) you drop what's left of your oil in surprise as you are hauled away.
"Oh, err-" Pas'qet stops and composes himself, puffing out his chest and straightening his robes in an attempt to look authoritative, but not overly threatening.
"Citizens. Might'n't I asking what is you're done out past curfew at this unmothering hour?"
Try to play this off like I'm an officer of some sort, and not just a random murderous birdman.
These weird beings begin some kind of ritual of respect, gathering various items and utensils to present to you. they start forward, said useful items in front of them. A low murmer arises in the crowd - a chant of obedience?
After a moment of shocked silence, Caroline makes her best drill sergeant impression.
"What?! Why the fuck are you fighting the client?! Fuck! Stop that!"
Yell at everyone. This may trigger a little angry psychic action.
(6) hah. hah hah. oh shit, hah hahahahahahah. damn. Well, yes, this triggers some angry psychic action.
okay so, everyone look down here, eh?A psychic whiplash snaps into the minds of everyone in the barn. Pas'qet and Thrips are, therefore, excused. the rest of you, I now have to roll for effect.
Oh, and one of you is a dragon, so this could be trouble. Oh and hte hhorses and the kid that Xan's guy is torturing.
(6)Xan, your character freezes in place, dolllike. (5) lucky for you, the guy you were torturing stops as well.
(1)spaz, your guy becomes irrationally angry. Like, full on "stab everything until I die" angry. Right now, that means the horse. (3) which starts to settle down. of course, it'll probably panic again next round, considering its stallmate.
(1)Caroline everts. Evelyn hungers.
(3)the drake continues drinking.
(4)Giglam puts down the object he is throwing and stands, openmouthed, staring at the spider lady.
(5)Loki's guy immediately hovers over to Evelyn and floats at ceiling height above her.
(1) the rest of the horses go batshit insane and are banging against the gates of their stalls and just fucking making an awful racket. (5) and several of them get loose into the aisle, where the rest of you are. so next round is going to be exciting, what with insane horses to fight. Dev, you see the horses as quite hostile. After all, they are going nuts and all. it's fight or flight time.
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