[21:14] <Aldante_Fax> Alright.
[21:14] <Aldante_Fax> Time to get started.
[21:14] <Carson> (And you took my advice way too quickly...)
[21:14] <Seran> It's just the way I am.
[21:15] <Carson> (Ah.)
[21:15] <Janna> Cut the chatter, Red 1
[21:15] <Janna> ((Random question, are players allowed in the judges channel?))
[21:15] <Aldante_Fax> Yeah, feel free.
[21:15] <Nachttier> You can use the ILL channel for your chattering and nattering needs.
[21:16] <Alastor> Cool. Let's start.
[21:17] <Seran> Indedd
[21:17] <Seran> *indeed
[21:17] <Carson> (Aye.)
[21:17] <Mayard> (Good to go.)
[21:17] <Janna> ((Let's DO IT!!))
[21:18] <Aldante_Fax> One not. Despite what your character may or may not do, the scenarios will force you into specific situations, so regardless of your character's personality or influence, you'll end up in that situation anyway. I've tried to allow as much free rein as possible, so please bear with me if that's "something your character wouldn't do".
[21:18] <Aldante_Fax> Er, note.
[21:18] <Carson> (Not-ed.)
[21:18] * Janna nods.
[21:19] <Aldante_Fax> And, while this is a last-minute change, I'll allow multiple posts within the time limit. Plus, if I'm doing something and you see a cut, one of you /query me where it cut.
[21:19] <Mayard> (Yay!)
[21:20] <Seran> Wait a sec. Have to go, will be back in a sec.
[21:20] <Janna> ((Yeah, that'll make IC conversation easier))
[21:20] <Carson> (w00t.)
[21:20] <Aldante_Fax> Just crank out as much as you would like within the time limit.
[21:20] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 1---
[21:20] <Aldante_Fax> You travelers have journeyed from islands abroad to this town wedged on the lip of an infertile and dying island called the Isle of Crystal. Everyone has their personal reasons for being in this town, Cocoon, and they are best kept to themselves. As is with every great story, everybody finds themselves at the singular bar in Cocoon, titled 'The Town Hall'. Living up to its name, the Town Hall is also the only administrative build
[21:21] <Janna> ((We should decide on one person to query cuts, so Fax doesn't get flooded with messages))
[21:21] <Aldante_Fax> ...building in town.
[21:21] <Aldante_Fax> In this quiet bar, the sight, smell, and sounds of men and women carousing for the night assail your senses. As circumstances would have it, the bar is packed full. The only table availiable is a large one pushed into a corner of the large room. Forced into sitting with near-total strangers, there is one seat left open.
[21:21] <Aldante_Fax> As you take your respective seats, the smell of incense and perfume wafts into your periphery.
[21:22] <Aldante_Fax> An old woman sits down in the remaining chair, clothed in dark velvety robes.
[21:22] <Aldante_Fax> She looks around the table and the din of the surroundings fade away as the shadows grow long and the background fades away, leaving you with the other strangers and the old woman. The woman takes a deep rattling breath, and she speaks in a slow, rasping voice...
[21:23] <Aldante_Fax> "Well, now, strangers with the latest caravan. Would you be so kind as to lend an old lady some of your time, and perhaps your names?"
[21:23] <Aldante_Fax> [Time Limit: 10 minutes.]
[21:23] * Aldante_Fax sets mode: +m
[21:24] * Carson looks around, and seeing nothing better to do, figures "What the hell."
[21:24] <Seran> "Well, I have nothing better to do. I am off duty. I am Seran Dynai."
[21:24] * Janna straightens her dress. A realtively tall young woman with long blonde hair, she looks unassuming and mostly harmless. Favoring the old woman with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, she says, "I'm Janna Solnesius... and I don't know what I could do for you, but I'll listen."
[21:25] <Carson> Carson's the name, and I might have the time. Depends on what you need it for.
[21:25] * Nachttier eyes the other people at the table... his one good eye looking from face to face...
[21:25] * Mayard , a 13-year old kid, responds. "Of course, maam. I am Lord Mayard Albertus, scion of the Albertus family and alchemist extroaordinaire. May I ask yours?"
[21:25] * Mayard gives a cute smile.
[21:25] * Alastor looks at the woman, seeing how she's the only one in focus. 'If this has something to do with finding my brother, I'll help, but otherwise, I have no business with you.'
[21:25] * Janna smiles slightly at Mayard. Cute kid, too young to be here, but what the hell.
[21:25] <Nachttier> "I have no name, but am sometimes called Nachttier. I presently have a surplus of time, so you may take some."
[21:26] * Carson glances over at the kid. Hell, cuteness. Hopefully it won't need to get come sense clocked into its head.
[21:26] * Mayard is a bit confused by the dimness about. He wanted a drink, and now there aren't any waitresses.
[21:26] <Carson> (*common)
[21:26] * Nachttier goes back and looks Mayard over... Too young by four years, not him...
[21:26] * Janna peers around the table at the assembled figures. Strange assortment of people... but useful perhaps.
[21:27] * Alastor glances around at the other strangers who seem to be the only ones in focus, then looks back at the woman.
[21:27] <Alastor> 'What have you done to us? How come I can't see anybody else?'
[21:27] * Nachttier makes sure his hood is still covering the mess of scars that criss-cross his face.
[21:27] * Mayard . o O ( Well, this is getting interesting. Old lady, mysterious dimness, a bunch of possible lunatics... this could be fun. )
[21:28] <Janna> "I'm always glad to help out, if I can, though!" Janna finishes with a huge smile, seemingly oblvious to the dimmed surroundings.
[21:28] <Carson> (Mayard: Damn right!)
[21:28] <Alastor> (Yay!)
[21:28] <Aldante_Fax> The old woman smiles crookedly. "I, unfortunately, have no name. It does bring back memories to see people traveling out into the world once more, making their fortune." She calls for some drinks. "Have whatever you would like, I'll pay for you."
[21:28] <Mayard> "As am I. It would be an honor to help out."
[21:29] <Seran> Hell, whatever. Start to talk old lady or I leave right now. Drinks, I will have tea please.
[21:29] * Carson looks up towards the bar. "Beer, off the tap!"
[21:29] * Janna 's smile, if it's possible, grows even wider. "I'll have the most expensive liquor in the house! I mean, um, if that's all right..."
[21:29] * Janna blushes.
[21:29] <Nachttier> "Water."
[21:29] * Mayard orders a beer. Or tries to. Nobody will give him anything but water.
[21:30] * Alastor raises his eyebrow.
[21:30] * Janna slips Mayard a little bit of booze, but not much.
[21:30] <Mayard> "...what's wrong with beer?"
[21:30] * Carson looks at the kid as it tries to order a beer. A good sign if there ever was one.
[21:30] <Seran> Hmmm. Beer makes me a little to loose for my own good.
[21:30] * Mayard accepts Janna's gift readily.
[21:30] <Alastor> 'What the hell?! I'll have a nice hot cup of spiced ale.'
[21:30] <Aldante_Fax> From out of the shadows a waitress appears with your respective orders, a small glass of juice for Mayard.
[21:31] <Seran> If the kid wants to get drunk, let him.
[21:31] <Carson> Heh... Yeah. Good times.
[21:31] <Janna> "I remember sneaking stuff when I was his age." Janna says with a grin.
[21:31] <Janna> "It doesn't hurt anything."
[21:32] <Mayard> "...oh, well. I'll take what I can get. Thanks for the bit of extra stuff, maam." Mayard says to Janna.
[21:32] * Alastor takes a sip of ale from the mug. 'Ok lady. If you're going to help me find my brother then I'll be glad to stay where I am, but otherwise, I'd like to know how to get out this 'space' that you've put us in.'
[21:32] <Aldante_Fax> "Oh, you bunch are as reckless as the last to come in," she chuckled dryly. "Unfortunately, I have a little, shall we say, problem with monsters...Ah, would you mind helping me? If you were to get rid of them, I would pay handsomely for each of you."
[21:32] <Janna> "Just don't tell anyone else where it came from."
[21:32] * Mayard nods to Janna.
[21:32] <Carson> Done and done!
[21:32] <Janna> "Monsters? What makes you think *I* could do anything with *monsters*! I'm just a girl!"
[21:33] <Mayard> "I can help with that."
[21:33] * Alastor looks back at this mug.
[21:33] <Seran> Monster slaying is always good. What kind of monster are we talking about?
[21:33] <Janna> "Wait.... monsters *where*?"
[21:33] * Carson smiles a bit, thinking about how *easy* things are tonight. It's like an opportunity from God has jumped into his lap!
[21:33] <Alastor> 'Monsters huh? ... What kind of monsters?'
[21:34] <Nachttier> "I could use the money, but as the others have asked, what kind and where?"
[21:34] * Alastor takes a small glance back at the old woman.
[21:34] <Seran> Not everything is a monster. So if they are 'monsters' I will be glad to oblige you.
[21:34] <Aldante_Fax> The old lady smiles crookedly, and says, "Well, the monsters you shall have to see for yourself. Each of you will be rewarded with what they deserve," she says, rising to her feet. The chair disappears from underneath her, and the scene fades...
[21:34] * Janna glances out of habit at the back of the bar, where the wanted posters seemed to find thier place. 'Please say far away...' Jana thinks to herself.
[21:35] * Aldante_Fax sets mode: -m
[21:35] * Carson looks around as everything fades... "Aw, hell no..."
[21:35] * Nachttier falls on his rear as the bar disintegrates... including the chair.
[21:35] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 2---
[21:35] <Alastor> 'Strange.'
[21:36] * Carson balls his hands into fists, eyes darting about.
[21:37] * Mayard makes sure his rifle is ready to go, just in case.
[21:38] <Aldante_Fax> As a followup to the last scene, you all find yourselves face to face with these...monsters, that the old woman spoke of. Immediately, you find yourselves locked in combat, without any further pretense.
[21:38] <Seran> Damn monsters popping out of nowhere.
[21:38] <Carson> (I assume I don't have to worry about Traumatization for these monsters, hunh?)
[21:38] <Aldante_Fax> You find yourselves locked in combat with a horde of monsters. Monsters indeed, they are nameless figures who bear the stench of evil. Gaping mouths, and dark crimson eyes.
[21:38] <Aldante_Fax> The smell of blood lingers heavy on the breaths of these creatures, and their ever-shifting forms shows fragments of bone - human skulls, large teeth, more of those demonic eyes...The stuff of nightmares.
[21:38] <Aldante_Fax> ---Describe your reactions to these monsters, and any actions you have. Roll attacks and damage where necessary, assuming anything except for a fumble is a hit, described appropriately.
[21:39] <Aldante_Fax> Time limit: 3 mins.
[21:39] * Aldante_Fax sets mode: +m
[21:39] <Mayard> "...I'll never get used to these things."
[21:39] * Alastor takes one glance at the monsters that suddenly appear before his eyes, then takes his sword from it's sheath.
[21:39] * Janna is surprised and alarmed! She falls back on her butt and gawks at the creatures in fear.
[21:39] <Janna> "Is that.. are those... umm did I just.... what the hell is going on!?"
[21:39] * Nachttier thinks he remembers seeing things like this... so long ago...
[21:40] * Carson growls and smiles at the same time, drawing himself into a basic defensive position. "The fun just ain't stopping tonight!"
[21:40] * Mayard takes out his rifle and aims. Wobbles a bit from the gun's weight. Aims again. Fires from a decent distance.
[21:40] <Janna> ((Fax: Should Steal be rolled as normal combat?))
[21:40] * Nachttier draws his blade and assumes a combat stance, "Come and meet your end."
[21:40] <Mayard> !roll 1d100
[21:40] <Aldante_Fax> [Nothing to steal! But try anyway.]
[21:40] <Highwind> Mayard - 1d100: 87 ( Total: 87 )
[21:40] <Janna> ((Heheh, fair enough))
[21:40] * Carson immediately runs up to one of the beasts, winks at it, and clocks it upside the chin with his boot. "Boot to the head, bitch!"
[21:40] <Carson> !roll 1d100
[21:40] <Seran> *Grasps his spear* Damn things I'll kill you all! *Pierces one of the nameless shapes* It isn't having any effect. *Spear gets stuck in the gelatinous mass*
[21:40] <Highwind> Carson - 1d100: 22 ( Total: 22 )
[21:40] * Alastor sighs, taking in the sites. 'Another group of stupid, evil, demonic monsters... Wonder how much that old hag will pay me for these?'
[21:41] <Carson> !roll 16+1d6,125%
[21:41] <Highwind> Error: Use a spellchecker and try again. - '16+1d6,125%'
[21:41] * Janna leaps to her feet with surprising agility and, from a sheath on her leg, under her dress, pulls a pair of throwing knives.
[21:41] <Carson> !roll 1d6+16,125%
[21:41] <Highwind> Carson - 1d6+16,125%: 4 ( Total: 25.0 )
[21:41] <Mayard> !roll 1d12+18
[21:41] <Highwind> Mayard - 1d12+18: 10 ( Total: 28 )
[21:41] <Seran> Damn it. Make a form or something. I hate blobs. You give monsters a bad name!
[21:41] * Alastor takes a swing at the closest monster to him.
[21:41] <Alastor> !roll 1d100
[21:41] <Highwind> Alastor - 1d100: 13 ( Total: 13 )
[21:41] * Nachttier waits for a moment, then strikes at the same one Carson attacked.
[21:41] <Nachttier> !roll 1d100
[21:42] <Highwind> Nachttier - 1d100: 90 ( Total: 90 )
[21:42] <Alastor> !roll 18+d8
[21:42] <Highwind> Error: Use a spellchecker and try again. - '18+d8'
[21:42] * Janna backflips back away from an attack by one of the beasts, then throws a knife in its direction.
[21:42] <Janna> !roll 1d100
[21:42] <Highwind> Janna - 1d100: 62 ( Total: 62 )
[21:42] <Mayard> "...what I wouldn't give for a really good pair of gloves right now."
[21:42] * Nachttier somehow manages to give it a nice cut...
[21:42] <Seran> *Gelatinous mass begins to envelope spear* Give it back.
[21:42] * Carson follows up the ever-so-satisfying BttH attack with a classic one-two combo.
[21:42] <Alastor> !roll 1d8+18
[21:42] <Highwind> Error: Use a spellchecker and try again. - ''
[21:42] <Carson> !roll 2d100
[21:42] <Highwind> Carson - 2d100: 85, 67 ( Total: 152 )
[21:42] * Mayard takes aim again, then fires.
[21:42] <Mayard> !roll 1d100
[21:42] <Highwind> Mayard - 1d100: 83 ( Total: 83 )
[21:42] <Janna> !roll 1d6+20
[21:42] <Carson> !roll 2#1d6+16
[21:42] <Highwind> Janna - 1d6+20: 3 ( Total: 23 )
[21:42] <Highwind> Carson - 2#1d6+16(1): 1 ( Total: 17 )
[21:42] <Highwind> Carson - 2#1d6+16(2): 4 ( Total: 20 )
[21:42] <Highwind> Carson - Total: 37
[21:42] <Mayard> !roll 1d12+18
[21:42] <Aldante_Fax> ---Actions stop here---
[21:42] <Highwind> Mayard - 1d12+18: 6 ( Total: 24 )
[21:43] * Aldante_Fax sets mode: -m
[21:43] <Alastor> (Cripes!)
[21:43] <Carson> (Three minutes makes things really fast-paced. Nifty.)
[21:43] <Aldante_Fax> You all have come to your senses after that strange, yet realistic, dream. The familiar sights and sounds of the tavern are long gone, replaced with a town that has long been ruined. Weathered piles of rubble are scattered all over the place, and signs of habitation are few.
[21:43] <Aldante_Fax> Slowly, as you regain your bearings, a small head pops out into view, then several small heads follow behind it.
[21:44] <Aldante_Fax> The faces of malnourished children of varying ages, most under puberty, all orphans, bears down upon the party. One, a small elf boy with dirty blonde hair and a soot-covered face and ragged clothing, departs from the group and comes forward to meet the party.
[21:44] <Aldante_Fax> Many of the children are very thin and they are on their last legs. Checking your personal reserves, each of you only has enough to feed one meal for themselves as well as a day's ration of water.
[21:44] <Aldante_Fax> The elf boy eyes your possessions and prostrates himself on his knees, bowing deeply. He asks in a shaky, dry voice: "Please, spare us some food, adventurers..."
[21:44] * Janna looks at the kids....
[21:44] * Janna looks at her food.
[21:44] <Aldante_Fax> Time limit: 5 minutes.
[21:44] * Aldante_Fax sets mode: +m
[21:44] <Mayard> "...oh, no. Not this again..."
[21:44] <Seran> Hmmm. Here have it all. You need to survive kid.
[21:44] * Carson is extremely confused by the recent events, but whatever... ...Kids?
[21:45] * Janna sits down, no longer questioning the things going on. "Just a second, let me see what I can spare..."
[21:45] <Seran> Damn nightmares. I hate gelatinous creatures.
[21:45] * Mayard starts to split up his food.
[21:45] * Janna begins dividing up the food she has into two equally sized piles.
[21:45] <Nachttier> "Food is for the weak."
[21:45] * Alastor looks about the children. He see's a particular child with sandy brown hair and deep, intense, green eyes. He walks over to the child and bends down to his level. 'What's your name kid?'
[21:46] <Mayard> "Here. I know how that feels. Don't worry: you'll make it through this."
[21:46] <Seran> I can get more if you want kid. Just give me some time. Is there any creatures worth eating around here.
[21:46] <Seran> *?
[21:46] * Carson shakes his head and fetches his last supplies out. "What the hell. It's not like I can't find more," he says, handing the foodstuffs off to one of the starving kids.
[21:46] * Mayard hands out half of his food and some of his water.
[21:46] * Nachttier takes his ration out and tosses it the crowd.
[21:46] <Janna> "This should help a little..." she says, extending the food. A particularly observant person might note that as she hands it over, her other hand moves around into the kid's pocket...
[21:46] <Seran> Here have the water to.
[21:46] <Janna> ((Roll pickpocket? *shifty*))
[21:46] <Carson> (What the heck are they gonna have they you'd want?)
[21:47] <Mayard> "The last thing we need is a loss of hope."
[21:47] <Janna> ((A few gil?))
[21:47] * Nachttier carefully checks the crowd of faces for a certain one...
[21:47] <Seran> How long have you survived here?
[21:47] * Alastor sees that the kid doesn't seem like he wants to talk and notices that he is eyeing Alastor's rations hungrily. He gives the boy a grin.
[21:47] <Aldante_Fax> He stares blankly at Alastor. "Name? I...Ah, I was born without a name...I've only been here for eight years..." He cuts off his conversation, taking the supplies that are offered.
[21:47] * Carson checks around for any obvious sources of food. Since he's given his away, finding more would be a 'really good idea'.
[21:48] <Seran> We can get you to a village, maybe. But it would be pretty dangerous for such a large group.
[21:48] <Nachttier> . . o O (He's not among them. And there don't seem to be any parents to question...)
[21:48] <Janna> "Well, enjoy the food, kid. You look like you need it.... I wish I could give you more, but we have to live too."
[21:48] <Alastor> 'Here you can have half.' Alastor splits his rations half and half and then gets a spare cup from his traveling pack and pours all his water into the cup. 'You'll need the water more.'
[21:48] <Mayard> "You really ought to have a name, kid. It makes things easier. I could give you one, if you'd like."
[21:48] <Seran> I guess I could try to decoy monsters. But that isn't my style.
[21:49] * Carson realizes that there aren't any obvous sources of food in the area, and mentally kicks himself. "I'm gonna hate myself in the morning for that..."
[21:49] <Alastor> 'What happened here?' Alastor asks the boy.
[21:49] <Mayard> "Unfortunately, I don't have much else besides that and a few rations."
[21:49] * Nachttier turns in a circle, taking in the devastation, "We should leave."
[21:49] <Aldante_Fax> Having gathered the food, he turns and backs away from the group to ration out the food to the children, taking more as it comes. "I...Ah..." A dry cough escapes from his mouth, and he falls over in the next moment, leaving the children to have the food for themselves, the elf now a corpse lost to hunger.
[21:50] <Aldante_Fax> [Scene fades...]
[21:50] * Aldante_Fax sets mode: -m
[21:50] <Mayard> "...that's a shame."
[21:50] * Alastor takes a seat down on the ground and offers the child to sit with him. Alastor stares into the kids face as he eats the meager rations. 'He kinda reminds me of Baine when he was young.'
[21:50] * Janna looks away from the dead child as the scene fades out, sniffling.
[21:50] <Seran> Damn it. I'm going to find more food now. I don't like to see wasted life.
[21:50] <Aldante_Fax> [Scene fades!!!]
[21:50] * Carson shakes his head again as the darkness surrounds him. "This is getting annoying."
[21:51] * Nachttier notes that he wouldn't likely be carrying much of a ration anyways...
[21:51] <Alastor> (Sad :( )
[21:51] <Mayard> (What? We're chatty bastards. :p )
[21:51] * Alastor notices that all around the darkness is fading again. 'I wonder what kind of spell that old witch put on us?'
[21:52] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 4---
[21:52] <Aldante_Fax> Completely unrelated to the last few scenes, the party is celebrating a overwhelming victory and each of you has some free time and some money to burn in a city. Describe the character's method of 'celebrating' to the best of your abilities.
[21:52] <Aldante_Fax> Time Limit: 4 mins.
[21:53] * Janna goes shopping!
[21:53] * Carson wanders off into the back alleys, checking around for a good place to buy a new glove or claw... After that, he'll bet what's left on himself against some hot-shit from the Boonies who thinks he has a chance against Carson. Heh... suckers.
[21:53] * Nachttier gets his equipment and clothing mended by professionals and then does what he always does while in a city... waiting for night to fall followed by the hunt.
[21:53] * Mayard first tries to get a touch more beer. Again. He follows that up with a good meal, then some asking around of the locals. Of course, he acts all nice and cute.
[21:53] <Carson> (BRB)
[21:54] * Janna purchases a new dress, and new shoes, and new knives and a super-swank place to stay, and for just that week, she lives the sweet life.
[21:54] <Seran> *Goes to his favorite pub and begins to drink tea heavily under a rickety fan. He hunches over so that his red, black hair falls over his face.* Damn gelatinous monsters.
[21:54] * Alastor walks into the nearest shop and buys some tobacco to put into a pipe he's been carrying around with him throughout his adventures. While in the shop, he notices a nice set of armor that he could use in helping him get his brother back from the band of spiders. He tries it on and then buys it, selling his old set of armor. He then goes to the outskirts of the village, looking at the fading sunset, taking in all that had occured that day.
[21:54] * Nachttier feels an inner glow as he spies a young boy of the right age and follows him home. The next morning another mother has died, and another drifter has been executed for the crime by a lynch mob.
[21:55] * Mayard then goes to a nearby table, and tries to puzzle out a few things in one of his books. He also tries to look around, seeing anything important.
[21:55] * Mayard . o O ( Well, nothing familiar here... I think. )
[21:55] * Janna also disappears from the group every night, and seems to curiously never run out of money. In an unrelated note, the local law enforcement officials seem to note a puzzling number of burglaries going unsolved...
[21:55] <Carson> (Back.)
[21:55] <Seran> *After drinking a little to much* Man my head hurts. I didn't know tea could mess you up like beer. Man, now I have to find something else to drink.
[21:56] * Mayard then begins trying to tell the rousing tale of a crippled knight against an army. He is roundly ignored.
[21:56] * Alastor takes a long drag from his pipe and then looks at the pipe approvingly. 'Good tobacco.' He looks back at out towards the sun, thinking about some things.
[21:56] * Aldante_Fax blows a whistle. All stop!
[21:57] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 5---
[21:57] <Aldante_Fax> You're backed into a corner, and as the realization comes crashing down, you have come to terms with your own imminent death. A behemoth breathes down and inspects the party, ready to savor its latest prey, though, it lingers, waiting for the party to perform their last rites.
[21:57] <Aldante_Fax> The actions you take are futile, small, and there is no chance of survival. What do you do?
[21:57] <Aldante_Fax> Time limit: 5 mins.
[21:57] <Janna> "Looks like this is it... only one thing to do...."
[21:57] * Janna looks around.
[21:58] <Mayard> "Well, it had to end sometime. I just wish it could have been in a better place."
[21:58] * Janna looks very, very shifty.
[21:58] * Nachttier draws his sword and gets ready for the finale... "It can't end here, I haven't even found him yet."
[21:58] * Mayard tries to see if his Black Choker will loosen.
[21:58] * Janna points at Nachttier. "Eat him! He looks tastier than me!"
[21:58] <Seran> *Says a prayer* Hello. Are you okay this fine evening? I mean it is a nice trippy dream and all but you must feel as bad I do.
[21:58] <Aldante_Fax> Tug, tug - nope.
[21:58] <Janna> "Or the little one, they say the young ones are nice and tender!"
[21:58] <Nachttier> "..."
[21:59] <Mayard> "Maybe someone else will find this on my corpse. Maybe they'll use it better, too."
[21:59] <Seran> Behemoths aren't monsters. You're just misunderstood. Right. I mean you don't really want to kill.
[21:59] * Carson closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and exhales. The Rune on his shoulder glows brightly... "Not much left to do now... But, hey, what the hell. Here we go!" And with that, he dashes towards the Behemoth, Rune's light covering his entire right arm and he attacks the Behemoth with full force.
[21:59] <Seran> Come on. I just want to talk.
[22:00] <Janna> "But me, I'd be all stringy!" Janna indicates her arms. "Barely any meat. Not worth it! So... I'll just, uh.... be going now..."
[22:00] <Seran> What is that light in my eye?
[22:00] * Mayard sits down, and tries to keep calm.
[22:00] * Alastor pulls out his sword and readies the unknown power he seems to be capable of harnessing. He then readies for battle. 'Really no reason to fight...might as well fight it out towards the end. Hell there might even be the slimmest possibilty of a chance that I can make it past this. I mean that's what all those plays with the travelling show taught me.' As he's about to take a swing at the behemoth, a small grin comes to his face.
[22:00] <Mayard> "I really hope I wasn't supposed to do something important."
[22:01] <Alastor> 'Anybody else wanna help me out here?'
[22:01] * Carson keeps up the attack, though his hands are starting to hurt... "C'mon, c'mon! Feel the pain, you bastard!"
[22:01] <Seran> *Tries to use Freud on it* So isn't that why your really trying to kill us. It is all frustration from your mother . Right.
[22:01] * Janna tries to use her natural speed and grace and agility to RUN LIKE HELL and let the others get eaten. THey're less important anyway.
[22:01] <Mayard> "I couldn't bear to see this world get any worse. Not like it matters, now."
[22:01] * Alastor looks around to the strangers that seem to have been following him through this whole escapade.
[22:02] * Carson looks over at everyone else. "If you're gonna do anything, now would be a REALLY NICE TIME TO DO IT!"
[22:02] <Nachttier> "Old habits die hard."
[22:02] <Mayard> "...what the hell."
[22:02] <Seran> Please. I am talking to your true self. Not the self others put on you.
[22:02] * Janna also tries to pick the monster's pocket while doing so.
[22:02] * Alastor looks straight at the party. 'You can never give up. There is always hope!'
[22:02] * Mayard takes a swig from a flask, and tries to get off one last shot.
[22:02] <Aldante_Fax> The behemoth raises one massive claw and backhands Carson into a conveniently placed mountainside, driving his rapidly-going lifeless corpse six feet horizontally into the bedrock. Alastor is taken out in the backswing, the claws bearing down and rending through his armor like a steaming hot knife through butter. The rest are taken down as the behemoth bears it's full weight on you all. The End.
[22:02] <Aldante_Fax> [Scene Fades...]
[22:03] <Aldante_Fax> [Title screen?]
[22:03] <Alastor> (LOL)
[22:03] * Nachttier charges the Behemoth as well, forgotten memories animating his movements. Death and terror stalk the night, and... Oh, the world is fading. Good, I still have time."
[22:03] <Seran> Guess he isn't the people type.
[22:03] <Mayard> (Continue?)
[22:03] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 6---
[22:03] <Janna> ((Load saved game.))
[22:03] <Carson> (*Reloads from a save game BEFORE he entered the Land Of Behemoths)
[22:03] <Aldante_Fax> As part of a irregular mercenary unit, the party has the choice of dropping out of a mission at any time. Recruited as a unit to participate in a massive and quite possibly unjustified and pointless battle, there are already deserters from both sides.
[22:03] <Aldante_Fax> They offer each of you the chance to escape with them. Your employers as well as your mercenary guild will overlook this dereliction of duty in light of the circumstances. Describe your actions.
[22:04] <Alastor> (BRB. Grabbing some foodage.)
[22:05] <Seran> Personally, I don't see any reason to let all these people die. *Tries to talk everyone out of it* I don't think pointless death is productive for the whole.
[22:05] * Janna deserts. Getting killed is bad business, let the others fight if they want. She doesn't need this.
[22:05] <Aldante_Fax> Time Limit: 7 minutes.
[22:05] <Seran> Come on. Your deaths don
[22:05] <Mayard> "Exactly. There's no point in dying here and now. If we get out, we will have time to fix things later."
[22:05] * Alastor looks at everybody else, searching for a response.
[22:05] <Seran> *n't have to be for nothing.
[22:05] <Janna> "We can't do anything if we're laying on a battlefield."
[22:06] * Carson looks at the amassing army, and then at the deserters. He sighs, and looks the deserters straight in the eye. "There's better pay and a better reason somewhere else - I hope... Screw it; I'm going."
[22:06] <Janna> "So.... screw this. I am *out* of here."
[22:06] <Alastor> 'I'm with Mayard. There is always a chance that we can fix things.'
[22:06] <Seran> I think there are better things to do with a mass of people then let them get killed off.
[22:06] <Nachttier> "Leave? Now? Do not be stupid. We won't die out there. The other army is a bunch of weaklings. If we stay we will undoubtedly get paid a loyalty bonus, and earn ourselves a much better reputation."
[22:06] <Mayard> "Later, of course. Now, we get out and take as many people with us as we can."
[22:07] * Janna tries not to snicker at Mayard and Alastor. Fix things, heh, the only thing that needed fixing right now was her light purse and this freaky tiume shifting thing going on.
[22:07] <Seran> I hate to go down in respect, but death is not a thing I like to see used lightly.
[22:07] <Janna> "Have fun thinking that, big guy."
[22:07] <Carson> Sounds good. I'll go bash the commanders over the head and get them to quit. It'll be fun!
[22:07] * Mayard gives a look to Nachttier. "Are you drunk, or insane? Dead men don't give bonuses."
[22:08] <Seran> I'll go for that. We have to keep strength up for higher purposes.
[22:08] <Janna> "Besides, I'm a pacifist because.... umm... war is bad!"
[22:08] <Nachttier> "Death isn't an ending."
[22:08] * Janna smiles vacantly.
[22:08] <Alastor> 'Besides there is really no other reason why we shouldn't. Just think of all the fame and gil we'll recieve if we get this done.'
[22:08] <Carson> Maybe not - but it really sucks.
[22:08] * Alastor aimed his last sentance at Janna.'
[22:08] * Mayard gives Janna a skeptical look. "Okay, sure."
[22:08] * Janna looks shifty.
[22:08] * Carson was talkig to Nach. Stupid overlapping conversations.
[22:09] <Carson> (*talking)
[22:09] <Seran> Do you think by allowing more then half are forces to die, that it will be better then deserting then fine. Go for it. But I think everyone should stop the insanity.
[22:09] <Janna> "Well, I don't care if stupid men die for their stupid male pride reasons."
[22:09] <Janna> "I don't want a part of it."
[22:10] <Janna> "It's all a big contest of who's genitals are bigger anyway."
[22:10] <Carson> Hey!
[22:10] <Mayard> "If there were a good reason, and a better chance, them maybe. But not here, and not now."
[22:10] <Nachttier> "I suppose I'll have to do this alone then. It's been quite an experience knowing you."
[22:10] <Seran> So you think that by allowing them to die it doesn't effect us?
[22:10] * Alastor looks down at his battle-worn hands. 'The only way we'll be able to accomplish all this is if we work together...Jenna, we need you.'
[22:10] * Nachttier stalks out of the room, or whatever we're in.
[22:11] <Aldante_Fax> Tent.
[22:11] <Carson> It's about who's giving me cash to beat the shit out of someone. I don't doubt that some of the guys I beat up have bigger balls than me, but that doesn't actually *matter*... I think.
[22:11] <Janna> "Have fun dying in the mud, you stupid idiot!"
[22:11] <Seran> I say that we beat people to keep them alive. I mean we will be over run if we allow our forces to get mangled.
[22:11] * Janna stomps irritatedly out the other way
[22:11] <Aldante_Fax> [Scene fades...]
[22:11] <Seran> Monsters don't wait for forces to recover.
[22:11] <Alastor> 'Ok, I'll have fun dying in the mud!'
[22:12] * Mayard sighs. "And this seemed like such a good chance..."
[22:12] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 7---
[22:12] * Nachttier wins tons of glory on the battlefield and loots a whole big pile of bodies for their cash. He retires a rich man after this single fight.
[22:12] * Mayard starts to walk away, taking as many deserters as he can with him.
[22:12] <Aldante_Fax> Your character has come face to face with their worst fear, be it dying, a repressed memory, some sort of overpowering phobia, or otherwise.
[22:13] <Aldante_Fax> Describe your character's reaction to this unnamed fear - for background purposes, you may omit what it is the character is afraid of, but you are expected to describe the emotion of fear as your character sees it.
[22:13] <Aldante_Fax> Time Limit: 5 minutes, no character interaction.
[22:13] * Mayard looks, and he is seeing it again. The one thing he will never forget as long as he lives.
[22:14] <Mayard> "No! Not now! Why is it happening again?"
[22:14] * Janna looks around. "This is how it ends, huh? Someone finally figured out what was going on... Took you long enough. So what's it going to be, then? The guillotine? The firing squad? Isolation until I starve?"
[22:14] <Nachttier> "Gah. I knew... I knew it. What have I...?"
[22:15] * Nachttier staggers and drops to his knees, the past surging through his senses.
[22:15] * Carson stares into the depths of the shadow - 'ohgodmommynomommy' - and sees the reflection of the past - 'monsters,monstersinthevillage,everyonehide' - his father fighting and losing his legs - 'back,bastards,back,leavemyhouseandmywifealone' - his mother, losing her self bit by bit... And loses it.
[22:15] * Janna sighs dejectedly. "Why did it have to end like this....." she looks away from her captors, biting back a tear. "I thoght that how I hid was perfect.... guess I was wrong."
[22:16] <Janna> "Well... nothing I can do about it I guess... except HEY! LOOK OVER THERE! WHAT'S THAT!?"
[22:16] * Mayard is breathing shallowly, and goes to his knees. "What the hell is doing this? So many people... and lust like that... this place is messed up enough as is: why does this have to ahppen? What the hell is doing this? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SUPOSED TO ACCOMPLISH!?"
[22:16] * Carson growls, Rune dim as a waning moon, and attacks anything that moves - friends, family, enemy alike.
[22:16] <Janna> "...No dice? Well I had to try, anyway."
[22:16] <Mayard> (*happen)
[22:17] * Nachttier beats his head against the ground, "STOP STOP I DIDN'T NEED TO KNOW!" Then he suddenly stops, "I can never... make amends for this..."
[22:17] * Alastor suddendly gets surrounded by thousands upon thousands of dog-shaped spiders. Cold, dark, fear starts seeping in through his body, starting where the spider had bit him in the shoulder. He begins to cower down in fear. In his mind his see's Baine being dragged away in a mess of web, and there's nothing he can do about it. He's brought back to the reality of the spiders closing in on him. Sheer terror begins to consume Alastor. He tries to draw
[22:17] <Seran> *begins to have some writhing pain throughout his body* Damn it. Why didn’t I? It isn’t my fault. Stop it. Begins to cry I don’t want that. Stop. It wasn’t my fault. They aren’t my fault. They are her fault, not mine. God, what have I done. *emotional breakdown* It was my fault. It all was. All those… How… Noooo…*Falls to knees and starts to breakdown completely.*
[22:17] <Janna> "Let's go, boys. It's time for me to pay the price..."
[22:18] <Aldante_Fax>
[Scene fades...]
[22:18] * Nachttier just stays there, immobilized, held in sway by the power of his own mind.
[22:18] * Mayard raises his rifle to the sky. "What is your problem!? How long do I have to live before this stops? Who are you, and how the hell can I make you pay for this?"
[22:18] <Alastor> *On the brink of conciousness, he's able to mutter a few words, 'I'm sorry Baine.'
[22:18] <Aldante_Fax> [Roses are red, violets are blue, all my base, are belong to you.]
[22:19] <Carson> (Aw. Aren't you sweet?)
[22:19] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 8---
[22:19] <Aldante_Fax> As part of an elaborate plot to goad a target out into the open, the party has found themselves jobs with a travelling circus. Tonight is the big night where you, the new star(s) of the show are going to make their big debut.
[22:19] <Aldante_Fax> Work together to describe your act, or if your character does not wish to be a part of said act, describe what other function your character has in the circus that night.
[22:19] <Aldante_Fax> Time Limit: 15 mins.
[22:20] <Janna> "Come on everyone! Here Mayard, you cvan be my target, I'm good at throwing knives.... kind of."
[22:20] <Nachttier> "... I thought we were doing a flying trapeze act?"
[22:20] <Seran> I don't do publioc appearances. *Looks at large objects that need to be moved* Hmmmm. I think I can be the backstage crew. Or part of it.
[22:20] <Janna> "I could try the trapeze I guess, but I'm better with there."
[22:20] <Seran> *public
[22:21] * Carson stands outside the VIP access, black sunglasses over his eyes and a clipboard in one hand. As one well-dressed couple walks up, he halts them with one hand and askes their names. He then studies the clipboard, and looks back up. "Nope, sorry. Can't see you on the list."
[22:21] <Mayard> "...um, couldn't we do something else? You know, like reenact some famous duel? I know a few good ones."
[22:21] * Janna twirls a knife in her hand.
[22:21] * Alastor begins to walk out into the middle of the area. 'I can do some pretty cool special effects'.
[22:21] <Janna> "No. Put this apple on your head."
[22:21] <Seran> I guess I could jump high. But that doesn't seem very amazing to me.
[22:21] * Alastor fires off a harmless Lighting spell.
[22:21] <Mayard> "But, don't you think they'll get nervous with knives thrown at a kid?"
[22:22] * Nachttier plants and apple on Mayard's head, and then straps him onto the wall with the bull's eye. "No arguing."
[22:22] <Nachttier> *an
[22:22] <Seran> *Lifts heavy box* Damn this things not light. Could I have help here? Nevermind.
[22:22] <Mayard> "...dammit. At least let me get out an emergency tonic first."
[22:22] * Janna smiles. "Don't worry, I'm a professional.... (I think...)"
[22:22] * Nachttier is clearly playing the scary and and deformed assistant to the knife thrower.
[22:22] * Alastor glances towards Mayard and Janna. 'Uh oh.'
[22:22] * Janna doesn't break stride as she offhandedly tosses a knife at the apple.
[22:22] * Carson stops a young man in full clown get-up, and examines the list yet again. "Can't say you're on here. Do you have an ID I could see?"
[22:23] <Janna> !roll 1d100
[22:23] <Highwind> Janna - 1d100: 63 ( Total: 63 )
[22:23] <Seran> *Puts box in place* I think I can do the menial labor.
[22:23] * Mayard is DAMN unsatisfied to be used in this manner.
[22:23] * Alastor readies a Cure spell.
[22:23] * Janna makes Mayard do it anyway, because she's bossy.
[22:24] * Nachttier looks frightening in the background, to add to the 'seriousness' of the moment.
[22:24] <Janna> ((I think I missed, but eh, it's all flavor text right now I think.))
[22:24] * Mayard sticks his tongue out at Janna. Not much else he can do at the moment.
[22:24] <Seran> I'm glad I'm not that person.
[22:24] <Janna> "Ever considered a tongue peircing?"
[22:24] <Mayard> "NO!"
[22:24] <Janna> "Because you're close to getting one."
[22:25] <Seran> *Picks up another box* Too... heavy. *Box drops on him*
[22:25] * Mayard sticks his tongue back in.
[22:25] * Nachttier checks Mayard's straps and gets out of the way for the next knife.
[22:25] * Janna throws a knife at the target on each side of Mayard's head.
[22:25] <Janna> "Don't twitch!"
[22:25] * Alastor notices that he's still in the middle of the arena just standing there acting stupid, see he goes back behind the curtain. 'If they want me to do special effects, I can still do them back here.' He still keeps an eye on Janna and Mayard.
[22:25] <Janna> !roll 2d100
[22:25] <Highwind> Janna - 2d100: 46, 92 ( Total: 138 )
[22:25] <Janna> ((One missed. :P))
[22:25] <Mayard> "That's not twitching, that's shaking in fear!"
[22:25] <Seran> *Gurgled sounds can be heard from underneath the box* Hel.. Me....
[22:25] <Mayard> "There is a difference!"
[22:26] <Nachttier> "... I don't think you were supposed to take his ear out..."
[22:26] * Carson scuffles with some idiot who tried to sneak in, backhanding him straight in the face. He adjusts his sunglasses, and kicks the unconcious man. "I told ya, you can't go in unless you're on the list. Ass."
[22:26] <Janna> "Well, could you try to not do it? It throws off my aim."
[22:26] <Seran> *Hand raising from underneath the box drops* Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
[22:26] * Mayard looks at the nick on his ear.
[22:26] * Alastor casts another Lightning spell to add the effect to the knife throwing going on.
[22:26] * Mayard whimpers again, and tries to stop.
[22:26] <Alastor> !roll 1d100
[22:26] <Mayard> (+shaking)
[22:26] <Highwind> Alastor - 1d100: 87 ( Total: 87 )
[22:27] * Nachttier motions for Alastar to blow something up and distract the audie- Too late. :p
[22:27] <Janna> "And now, I will put on a blindfold for the rest of my performance...."
[22:27] <Mayard> "Oh, HELL no!"
[22:27] * Janna twirls in her sexy show-dress and puts on a blindfold...
[22:28] <Mayard> "...I just wish I was old enough to appreciate that bit."
[22:28] * Alastor makes a little chuckle at the chaos going on out in the arena.
[22:28] * Nachttier checks Mayard's straps real quick, makes sure the ear injury isn't too bad, and get the *hell* away.
[22:28] <Mayard> "Just so you know, if I lose an ear, I will kill you all."
[22:29] * Janna blushes at the comment. "Randy little guy, aren't you?" she says, turning back to the target and tossing another knife, this one aimed right between Mayard's spreak legs.
[22:29] <Seran> *After a minute of laying limp I finally manage to throw the box off* Man my head hurts. Stupid box. *Scratches head*. I don't think I'll pick up another box.
[22:29] <Janna> !roll 1d100
[22:29] <Highwind> Janna - 1d100: 86 ( Total: 86 )
[22:29] <Janna> ((Miss, I think....))
[22:29] <Janna> ((Considering the blindfold modifier...))
[22:29] <Nachttier> (While blinded, yes, a miss.)
[22:30] <Mayard> (PLEASE MISS DOWN!)
[22:30] * Nachttier winces at that throw.
[22:30] * Janna really hopes she doesn't hear screaming after she throws the knife and lets someone else describe the effects...
[22:30] <Nachttier> "I suppose he won't be fathering any children later on..."
[22:30] * Alastor runs out into the arena and fires off another lightning spell, this time more spectacular.
[22:30] * Janna peeks. "It was just his leg."
[22:30] <Alastor> !roll 1d100
[22:30] <Highwind> Alastor - 1d100: 20 ( Total: 20 )
[22:30] <Janna> "...I think,"
[22:30] * Mayard is yelling out every single profanity he can remember.
[22:30] <Seran> *Looks at the other objects, then at the show* Man that's got to hurt.
[22:31] * Janna turns to the crowd and gets shifty. "Alright, Act is over, nothing else to see here!"
[22:31] <Mayard> Seran: "Yes, it does hurt. WOULD YOU MIND GETTING IT OUT!?"
[22:31] * Nachttier obscures Mayard from the audience's view, yoinks him free, and makes a break for it while hopefully Alastor covers the escape.
[22:32] * Janna runs like hell, tripping a few times over the dress and falling out of it a bit more than she'd like...
[22:32] * Mayard is limping rather badly, and having trouble finding a tonic.
[22:32] <Janna> ((Go go fanservice!))
[22:32] <Aldante_Fax> [I see a nipple!]
[22:32] <Seran> *Sees the crowd and so decided to enter the show* NOW THE AMAZING JUMPING MAN. *Man this has got to work, jumps through the top of the circus tent.*
[22:32] <Mayard> "Great. I hope this isn't a permanent limp."
[22:32] <Alastor> (There can't be any Janet Jackson characters in this RPG!)
[22:32] <Carson> (Aye.)
[22:32] <Janna> ((No, you only see butt, no boobie!))
[22:33] <Carson> (That's like an AntiMatter Janet Jackson!)
[22:33] <Nachttier> "Tonic later, away from crowd now!"
[22:33] * Alastor looks behind him so see whats going on. 'Oh good lord!' He fires off another lightning spell to distract the audience.
[22:33] <Alastor> !roll 1d100
[22:33] <Highwind> Alastor - 1d100: 29 ( Total: 29 )
[22:33] * Janna ducks back into the sidelines. "I think our cover is blown.
[22:34] <Mayard> "Tonic now! Tonic helps wound!"
[22:34] <Mayard> "No wound means I go faster!"
[22:34] <Seran> *Falls back through the the circus tent and hits the floor rather hard and gets knocked unconscious*
[22:34] * Carson wonders at all the ruckus inside, but decides that it's probably just normal circus... uh, stuff. Meanwhile, the guy who tried to sneak in is still unconcious.
[22:34] <Nachttier> "If you'd let me carry you we'd be gone now."
[22:34] * Janna ducks under the tent and runs.... directly into Carson.
[22:35] <Aldante_Fax> [Scene wobbles, turns on it's side, and shakes up and down vigorously. Then fades.]
[22:35] <Mayard> "I don't know you that well, mister."
[22:35] * Alastor runs back to the back curtain to where the rest of the group is. He looks at Mayard and assess the situation. 'Want me to cast a Cure spell?'
[22:35] <Nachttier> ((AFK now))
[22:35] <Alastor> (Cripes!)
[22:36] <Aldante_Fax> [*golf applause.*]
[22:36] <Seran> *claps rather lazily*
[22:36] <Aldante_Fax> [When Elisha gets back, we'll start the last situation.]
[22:36] <Alastor> (Its hard to concentrate when your little sister is watching 'Freaky Friday' at the same time. God its annoying!)
[22:36] <Carson> (*claps, kicks the unconcious idiot*)
[22:36] <Mayard> *yells out "Golf Sucks!*
[22:37] <Nachttier> ((Back now))
[22:37] <Aldante_Fax> ---Situation 9 (Final)---
[22:37] <Carson> (DRAMATIC MUSIC GOES HERE!)
[22:37] <Aldante_Fax> Your characters are thrust into a wholly different world than one that they could be considered native to. People speak the same tounge as you, yet their mannerisms, dress, and locales are wholly unfamiliar. Tall stone reflecting buildings rise high into the air with needles piercing the sky, and lights burn without the assistance of magic or visible fuel.
[22:37] <Alastor> (Duh duh DUH!)
[22:37] <Aldante_Fax> Welcome to present day San Fransisco! The concrete jungle sprawls out before you. Immediately, from the sky, there is a loud whistling, and then a massive explosion. Society degrades into pure pandemonium, and everywhere you turn, there is a glut of people trying to get away from the falling debris and choking smoke.
[22:37] * Sephorus has joined #aria
[22:38] <Aldante_Fax> Describe your immediate actions in this situation.
[22:38] * Sephorus has left #aria
[22:38] <Carson> (Oh dear god, we'ere in FallOut!)
[22:38] <Aldante_Fax> Time Limit: 3 minutes.
[22:38] * Janna doesn't say a word... she just sets about looting the rubble for anything interesting looking.
[22:39] * Nachttier grabs the nearest two party members and ducks into the relative safety of an alleyway.
[22:39] * Carson looks up, utters an "Aw, shit..." and follows the crowd, taking an unclogged route if possible.
[22:39] <Janna> "There's gotta be something here worth taking home..."
[22:39] <Mayard> "...and I thought I saw everything." Mayard immediately ducks out of the way of nearby debris, then looks about for a safe place and drags a couple other kids with him to it. "Stay here, okay?"
[22:39] * Janna is completely oblivious to the disaster going on around her.
[22:39] * Alastor 's life flashes before his eyes. He sees his parents being hung...he sees his brother being dragged off by the spiders. Nothing past that. Just an empty space. He begins to run away from the falling debris. '
[22:39] * Mayard does so a couple other times, then takes out his rifle to make sure nobody tries anything crazy.
[22:39] <Seran> Wholly crap. What the hell is going on? Is it armageddon or something? What is attacking and why are these people knocking me down? *looks at buildings* Did humans really build these things? What is happening? Nothing left to do but jump. *Jumps on to one of the skyscrapers.*
[22:40] * Janna pulls out a dollar bill. "What the hell are these things, they're all over... probably worthless."
[22:40] <Janna> ((GO GO SOCIAL COMMENTARY!))
[22:41] * Nachttier notices that he didn't grab party members, but random civilians.
[22:41] <Mayard> "Okay, first rule: stay here, where it's safe. We'll move out of here when all this stuff stops falling."
[22:41] <Aldante_Fax> [*ba-dum, ching.*]
[22:41] * Carson finds himself near the freeway, looks back, looks at the blocked-up traffic, shrugs, and starts running on top of the vehicles.
[22:41] <Alastor> 'Gotta stay alive...Baine could still be alive', Alastor thinks to himself. He sees a little kid with sandy brown hair and deep green eyes, crying in the middle of all the pandimonium. He quickly picks hims up and hoists him over his shoulder, continuing to run away from the debris. Alastor doesn't look back.
[22:41] * Janna dodges some falling debris and keeps looting bodies.
[22:41] <Seran> Stupid sheep, don't let your society crumble. God I hate people that can't take care of their own stuff. Oh well, time to do something to save these pathetic people.
[22:41] * Mayard looks to anybody else nearby and says "Well? What the hell are you waiting for?"
[22:41] <Janna> "Oooh, a gold watch. Yoink!"
[22:41] * Carson notes that he's the ONLY one doing this. Everyone else sits in their damn metal boxes and yells at him. Sucks to be them.
[22:42] <Aldante_Fax> Trapped in the real world, our unlikely heroes have a long road ahead of them! Tune in for our next episode: Smashing Skyscrapers, or Who's Coming to Dinner?
[22:42] <Aldante_Fax> [Scene fades.]
[22:42] <Nachttier> About time. :p