Run away, grab my arm, and run away, toward the other homunculi. preferably faster than the misguided (but cleverly named) grassassin.
"Hey! HEY! Can one of you put my arm back on? maybe one of you functionaries can take the [separated] out of it or something. Kinda hurry, I'm losing real people blood here. Oh, also, there's a doll trying to kill me. Oh, nice work knocking the thing down. Also, this place really hates fun."
Name: Creation
Description: Tall, stocky, covered in dark hair. Emerald green eyes.
Nature: Punster Anagramist
Status: disarmed. marked for death.
HP: 1
Inventory: Robe, gloves, walking needle.
Fate Points: 2
first of all, see if an All-tongue wants to try and reason with the grassassin. Meanwhile, I’ll leap into action.
Toss a saber to Lad and take one up myself. Ask Lad to help me defend Creation. Then jump into action, needle in one hand saber in the other. Fend off its attack for nows, if it doesn’t relent, or nobody tries to talk with it, try to jab it with the needle.
Name: Luta
Description: A short pale hairless woman
Nature: Anagramist
Status: Fit as a Fiddle
HP: 10
Inventory:
Robe
Needle
Gloves
Grass Lad (friend?)
Grass sabers (3)
Fate Points: 0
Creation turns tail, grabbing his severed arm as he does. The Grassassin gives chase in its strange boneless way, but Luta and her own grass puppet step in to intervene. The grassassin attempts to slip past them and continue its pursuit. [5] Seeing it has no intention to stop and that no one has come in to talk some sense to it, Luta decides violence is the only solution. She lets it dodge past her and then, as it goes, she whips her needle around and plunges it into the creature's featureless back. The point pierces out through its chest and there is a flash of green light. Once the flash has passed all that remains is a cloud of grass, immediately blown and scattered by the wind. Luta's needle glows green with the same sort of solar corona appearance that Speaker saw.
"Hark, could thou teleport this one into the ears of the giant?"
Ask it nicely to do just that
Name: Emi of Nem
Description: A short male with a rainbow coloured cow's tongue and spaghetti like hair.
Nature: All-Tongue
Status: Gucci
HP: 10
Inventory: Nada
Fate Points: 0
[1] [-4 HP, +1 Fate Point]
Emi asks the teleport gate if it could teleport her into one of the wolf titan's ears. How she knows there's a wolf titan out there when she hasn't gone through the gate yet, we'll never know. The gate resonds with a lovely etheral "Fug off" and yanks her through.
Unlike the others, who came out of the teleport on their feet and ready to go, Emi comes out of the teleport like a mortar shell. She arcs up high into the air and then back down, landing with a bone rattling thud. Her only saving grace is the thick snow, which turned a potentially fatal fall into a merely exteremely painful and injurious one.
"Where are all the weapons?"
Rush towards where the guns are and try to find an abandoned one while also avoiding where the wolf thing is falling towards.
Name: Debby
Description: Looks like a regular human woman but with the head of a deer.
Nature: All-Tounges
Status: No longer flopping around a freaking out.
HP: 10
Inventory:
purple robe
white gloves
big ass needle
Fate Points: 0
[3]
Debby runs in towards the gunfire, or at least where the gunfire used to be coming from. She has to dash past several heavily bundled up men on her way, resulting in cries of "Homunculi!" as she does. The gun she finds appears in good condition and loaded. It also appears to be, now that she looks, directly beneath the falling titan.
"Crap."
Grey quickly Maintains the tallest building that is located within where the beast will land, preferably a church, hopefully taking away the brunt of its impact, supporting its mass, and leaving the rest of the buildings, if not intact, at least still upright.
After it hits the ground, he starts stabbing it in the ribs, or whatever body part is in reach that is closest to its center of mass.
Name: Grey
Description: A hairless pink colored man with lacking facial features, little more than a pair of eyes, two holes for a nose, and a line for a mouth.
Nature: Verbomancer (Maintain)
Status: Nominal
HP: 10
Inventory: Purple robe, white gloves, giant needle
Fate Points: 0
[6]
Gray points both hands at the town and shouts "Maintain!" A steely glow appears around over a dozen of the largest buildings in the wolf titan's path. The glow appears around his hands as well and he grits his teeth when he realizes his hands are frozen in mid air, unable to move so long as he maintains the spell.
Bob considered his progress, now knowing that there were belts in the town. Belt snakes, but better that no belts. Seeing the falling giant, Bob knew what needed to be done.
Since he never went to the town and is presumably not in the fall radius, Bob tries something big. He attempts to manipulate all the belt snakes into a giant braided belt made up of belts which will wrap around the falling wolf's neck and throat and pull in the other direction, hopefully arresting or adjusting the path of its fall and maybe strangling it.
Name: Bob
Description: An average-sized human-looking male homunculus with a beard of belts.
Nature: Elemental (Belts)
Status: Healthy
HP: 10
Inventory:
Robe
Gloves
Needle
Fate Points: 1
[4]
Bob commands all the belts in the down to converge and drag the falling titan off its trajectory. He lacks the sheer number of belts required to form a combined belt of sufficient mass to catch and drag the titan, so he focuses on deflecting it as best he can. He gathers a great ball of writhing belts and hurls it at the falling titan's chest, striking at an angle and shoving it to the side as the ball bursts apart. The titan goes from a belly flop into a side fall, looking to land on its left shoulder instead.
Yes, I have returned from my forum hiatus! Hope you've been doing well, as well.
Name: Drip
Description: Drip has memories of being water. Surely that's not a thing, but he insists it is. Water.
Nature: Anagramist
Status: Fine, all considered. Wet and cold.
HP: 10
Inventory: Purple Eye Robe, White Eye Gloves, Needle Spear
Fate Points: 1
[also hurr hurr "timber" wolf]
[As well as can be expected!]
[2]
Drip manages to make it up to the small and injured group of Luta, Bob, and Creation. However his attempts to turn the falling titan into a snob fail for multiple reasons. The first being bad rolls, the second being the fact that he would have created a Snow Snob if his spell was successful. Since his magic transmutes objects, he can't transmute one object and apply the effect to a different object.
A snow snob would be pretty good regardless. Like frosty but a pompous asshole.
[1,6,4,1] [+1 fate point for Creation and Drip]
The Wolf Titan finallly lands, slamming into the far side of the villiage shoulder first. Gray's magically Maintained buidings groan under the impact but remain standing. The beast rebounds slightly and rolls off the buildings onto its back. Its right arm falls widely, out towards the small group of Homunculi outside the town. Luta and Bob, seeing the arm coming, scramble away. Creation, still trying to stick his arm back on, and Drip, bent over and gasping from the run, don't see it coming. [1,13] Creation gets caught under one of the beast's knuckles and is reduced to red paste [-13HP] while Drip [-1 HP] just happens to be in the slight divot created by the creature's wrist. He's slammed face first to the ground and has the wind knocked out of him. He is effectively trapped between fur and flesh above and snow and soil below, but is alive at least. He is freed a few moments later as the titan lifts its arm and begins to sit up.
“Oh my! I wasn’t expecting that. Or that. I thought the snow would speak to me and ask me for something that I’d have to provide. I didn’t expect it to just take what it wanted! I’ll have to be more careful in the future. On the other hand, it appears our needles are more powerful than we thought.”
The Speaker retrieves his needle before jumping out of the way of the falling beast. If possible, he tries to stab the beast in the back of the neck just below the skull aiming for the brain stem. Otherwise, he just stabs whatever part of it looks important.
Name: The Speaker.
Description: a small man with black hair that is speckled with gray and a small gray goatee.
Nature: All-Tounge
Status: My! Oh my! At least I’m in much better shape than that guy that can’t spell correctly…
HP: 9
Inventory: A purple robe with a large red eye embroidered on the back, a pair of white gloves with a similar eye on the palm, and what appears to be a 4 foot long sewing needle made of black iron. The needle’s sides are blunt but its tip is deadly sharp, and the “eye” has knurling around it so that it can be used as a handle.
Fate Points: 1
Edit: didn’t know I got a Fate Point…
[3]
Speaker, who was running towards the town the entire time the beast was falling, runs through the outlying buildings and up to the creature's neck. He can't reach the back of its head with it laying like this, so he goes for the jugular instead. He rushes forward with the point of the needle out in front of him like a lance and drives it straight into the titan's flesh. Or at least he tries to. The creature is starting to move, to sit up as he reaches it and the point of the needle only clips the rapidly shifting skin.
The energy in the needle seems to vanish in an instant as it makes contact. A howl, identical to the one the Wolf Titan made earlier, rises out of the wind. There is a ripping and cleaving noise and as three huge gashes are opened across the titan's face and left shoulder, as though swiped with claws as colossal as its own. Half up into a sitting position the Titan rocks to the side and raises its left arm against the unseen attacker, trying to shield itself as it rolls onto its knees.
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