Now we've got James, who, as luck would have it, has been abandoned by Tarran without so much as an attempt at contact.
I assumed that Tarran and James would get together again and talk to another and so and so outside of roleplaying, considering both these immortals are here to do the same job and we aren't all that far from another.
((I see.
Well actually I don't. Your action talked about following the immortal and not a lot else. "Follow the Immortal" is not usually, by implication or exactitude, taken to mean "Go back to James, tell him everything is all right, and then follow the immortal."))
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James Evan"What about the others? Are they coming? Tarran? Dominique? Taric?" James wasn't about to follow an immortal. He'd had problems with following immortals before. He wasn't about to repeat that mistake. Why would he trust an immortal anyway? James basically waited to see if the immortal was distracted by making another sentence, and then if it was, he obstinately attempted to punch it again while it was.
The immortal cocks its head to one side.
"The Dominique is safe. The Tarran has another guide. The Taric...." The hissing voice stops, sliding into one its pondering silences. You don't waste the opportunity. [Melee 5+1 Vs Dodge 2] [Brawl 5+1] (Confirm Critical 4 Vs 3, Critical confirmed) The punch strikes the immortal in the center of the forehead, interrupting its already poor thought processes with the destructive power of supersonic lead. (Damage 64x4=256 Immortal Armor -40, HP -216x1.1=237, and kill) The armor itself doesn't seem too badly damaged by the hole, but you just drilled the host a new pineal eye. For some strange reason, you feel a slight twinge of guilt at killing an unarmed creature that had offered you no hostility.
The guilt doesn't last long. The immortal said Tarran had a guide, which probably means another immortal or three are already with him. You sprint out of the scanner offices at top speed, skidding along the corridors at a run, but you needn't have bothered.
You find Tarran outside the clerks office, chatting with another immortal, and another human. Tarran doesn't even seem particularly on guard, ready as ever to shoot something, but not particularly ready to shoot the immortal in front of him. You stare at the situation blankly.
Tarran nods to you.
"Good timing, James. James, this is a survivor. Survivor, this is James. He's one of my crew." He sees you staring at the immortal and elaborates.
"This... immortal, has graciously agreed to return as to our ship, and this guy and his team," Tarran jerks his head at the direction of the new human,
"need a ride." "Ah," you say, not quite conveying the depth of your surprise.
"So... we aren't shooting the uglies right now?" "No." "Oh." Tarran looks at you for a long moment, then casually walks over to you, massaging his temples all the way.
"You shot one of them didn't you?" Tarran asks, his voice pitched just above a whisper.
You wince.
"A little." "You shot it 'a little'," Tarran repeats dubiously.
"Is it all right?" You wince again.
"It might need a new, uh, brain." Tarran buries his forehead in his hand.
"Oookay. Plan, follow ugly quickly. Grab Hoke and everyone else we can round up, then get out of here and get a couple miles between us before they start counting bodies. Can you follow that?" Health: 41/75
Stamina: 67/75
Carried weight: 111/240
Attire: Exarch Dress uniform [8lbs] James' Light Body armor 35/50 (40/50) [25lbs]
Inv:
Renfield SMG (10, 10lbs)
Riot shield (10lbs 1/30, in hand)
Piru Gauss Rifle (E5/5 A5/5 16lbs)
.45 Gauss slug clip (5)
Simone's Song (6lbs 2/7 -Frangible Rounds-)
.50 caliber Frangible pistol clips (7) x1
Irin Combat Shotgun 3/6 (15lbs)
Dybbuk Flechette Canister Rifle (1/2 35 lbs)
20 mm flechette canisters (x2, 1 lb)
Status: Floor 9. Incredibly Smelly.