James EvanJames was worried. Perhaps this meant he was... AHA! The acolyte had trapped Cal in a series of dreams, so that's obviously what's happening here. James continued to will away the dreams over and over and over again.
You continue trying to wake up, [Will roll 2] the dream seems to shimmer but nothing happens. The door to the holding cell opens, letting the same pair of armed technocrat thugs from before into the room. Seeing you unbound and standing both of them reach for their weapons.
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Dominique WakemanDom raised an eyebrow. "I'm not really sure it's a good idea, but you're right. If I end up mentally scarred, though, I'm pushing you over the railing." A hollow threat but one she felt she had to make. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and tried again.
[Kinetics 3+1-1] (-10) You focus, meditation isn't something you doing often but you manage a passable attempt. Your senses feel along the walls, over the rest of the group and begin to creep up the stairs. You can't sense through objects so you have no idea whether the stairs ahead have the fake grenade filled risers, and nothing tiny is very clear... [Intuition 3] Either there aren't anymore tripwire emitters for the next two rotations or you just can't sense them. One of the two. You feel the pair of technocrats briefly, or rather you can feel the residual vibration from where they were running. You're fairly sure they aren't on the stairs anymore.
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Tarran Smith"Urgh, well, we shouldn't let Taric get too far ahead." Get up and follow Taric a rotation behind.
You and the rest of the group follow Taric carefully, maybe he'll have more luck on point than you did. After a bit he stops and calls the rest of you up to his level.
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Taric SizierAdvance carefully up, checking for those snipers and traps as I go. "Dom, any luck?"
You move up the stairs with care, [Intuition 5] keeping a careful eye for anything out of ordinary. You find nothing though. You advance to one rotation from the top of the tower and spot a different door, heavier than the others and meant to be opened both ways, curious. Set low in the center of the door is a hole for a mag-key.
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Trol Grane"Don't worry Bartholomew, you are safe inside my spleen..." Follow the group.
You consider changing your name to another figure from old earth history, but the voices tell you that a higher power will strike you down if you do so. You follow the group, giggling slightly and singing in a low voice that your remember hearing from a tranvestite stripper you once killed called Frank.
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