customer, cus-to-mer, this strange foreign word bounces through Rakiit's hyperactive brain before eventually landing on a decision that it must be some foreign insult in this strange land and insults must be met with a suitable reaction. Her tail twitches angrilly as she starts trying to open the door.
Rackit will pop open the hatch and demand to know what kind of slur a customer is and how dare they call her that.
You give the hatch a good whack with your gun.
[Rakiit makes a Melee Skill check. 11.]
The hatch flies open with a bit of force and you scramble through it into the room beyond.
[Rakiit makes an Agility skill check. 17.]
You quite impressively burst through the hatch, twist in midair as the passage on this side is elevated a bit above the ground, and land on your feet holding your LMG.
You are now standing in a neatly rectangular room, standing behind a counter. Standing next to you is a tall man in somewhat victorian dress, complete with a top hat. His face appears to be that of a young man, and he has an enormous mustache. He's holding an mp5 submachine gun, politely keeping it ready. Behind him is another man, in similar dress but much shorter and stouter.
You gesticulate with your gun while swinging your tail annoyedly.
"Okay, what's that supposed to mean!?"The taller man carefully takes his hand off the handle of his smg, holding it by the stock.
"...We mean no offense, we merely would like to know if the lady is willing to exchange currency for goods. You know, buying things.""The water leads somewhere, and there doesn't seem to be anything dangerous in that direction. We should head that way once the maiden returns, unless she finds something of note back there."
Go check the eastern passageway next. Same distance as the north one; don't leave Cultist McCultyguy and kittyface behind.
The eastern passageway spits into two paths. One leads to the south, seemingly some ways, while the other leads to a wooden door, sealed tight. Both paths seem fairly artificial.
"Yes, it seems she is in an argument with something down there!" the Scribe shouts. "Your name is Alexander, yes? Please, since we seem to be stuck together, call me The Scribe, or just Scribe. I know not the cat-girl's name, but I shall likely call her Thona if she does not reveal it soon. She reminds me of that beast I saw while I was alive, in that plane of twisted flesh..."
Glance into the tunnel, keep an eye on the cat-girl, expecting gunfire.
You do that. You can hear distorted voices from down the passage. The cat girl sounds a bit miffed.
Name: Alexander Prekar
Description: A tall and strong man, wearing simple cloth garments. Has a golden cross hanging around his neck on a chain.
Method of death: He was assassinated while asleep, during the crusades.
Demon: He always believes he is absolutely in the right, and has trouble understanding other people, especially those who disagree with him. His is the only way, and all others will lead to fire.
Never-Die: 3
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 4
Keep-Hold: 6
Accuracy: -2
Melee: +3
Agility: -2
Poise: +0
Resistance: +3
Medical: -2
Extraction: -2
Determination: 3/3
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 2/2
Speed: 4/4
Corruption: 0/6
Status: Fine!
Weapon: None!
Armor: Plate armor
Weight: 1
Inventory:
Plate Armor: Steel armor of a crusader. The helmet has a flat top rather than a dome, unlike many armors.
[armor4]
[weight1]
[noise+2]
Cross Pendant: A little golden cross on a chain, symbolizing one's faith, and providing protection from unholy forces.
[unknown]
Name: Rakiit Amph
Description: A 6 foot tall cat girl covered in surgical scars and injection ports. short brown cat ears and similarly brown tail. Wearing a ragged guard uniform with a gaping hole in the abdomen. She's holding an LMG protectively to her chest
Method of death: Cardiac arrest from massive stimulant overdose sustained while escaping the lab
Demon: trouble trusting people, hyper active, somewhat unstable. Unsure of purpose.
Never-Die:6
Pay-Attention: 3
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick:8
Keep-Hold:3
Accuracy: +1
Melee: -2
Agility: +5
Poise: -2
Resistance: -2
Medical: +0
Extraction: -2
Cat Ears and Whiskers (+2 Perception)
Claws (lethal/AP2 pain4)
Fluffy Tail (cute)
Determination: 6/6
Focus: 3/3
Stamina: 0/0
Speed: 8/8
Corruption:0/3
Status: Fine
Weapon: LMG
Armor: none
Weight: 3
Inventory:
LMG: Rakiit's very favorite gun. It's got some scratches and mud on it.
[melee: pain3]
[Ranged: lethal/AP3 pain2 min4 short12 long150 snap20 focus1/2]
[ammo ~100/200]
[weight3]
Name: "I... I've forgotten. Many call me 'The Scribe,' though I know that is incomplete. In whispers, I am 'The Mad Scribe.'"
Description: A withered old man in a tattered robe
Method of death: Starvation, locked in his tower while he worked on his latest tale of another corrupted realm, which he still clutches.
Demon: Isolation, as well as the madness that follows when you have visions of other, twisted planes.
Never-Die: 5
Pay-Attention: 7
Go-Through: 3
Move-Quick: 5
Keep-Hold: 3
Accuracy: -2
Melee: -2
Agility: 0
Poise: 0
Resistance: +2
Medical: -2
Extraction: +2
Determination: 5/5
Focus: 7/7
Stamina: 3/3
Speed: 5/5
Corruption: 0/3
Status: Fine
Weapon: Book?
Armor: None
Weight: 0/3
Inventory:
Mad Scribe's Last Novel: A leather tome with a simple image of a cat on the cover. Nobody's quite sure what the pages hold.
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