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Current Harambant, who once went by Harambe, now only recalled in light of what followed.
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RAIN OF SPIDERS (SPIDERS spiders)
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It seems today, that all you see,
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Holy Spirit Activate
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Remember the indigenous people of the Americas today.
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Hello, I am me from the internet. I migrated here from Kongregate's Forum Games Forum, so feel free to look for me there if you wish to follow a career in internet stalking people. (ಠ_ಠ) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

A link to some of my past characters, which I need because static tabs do not take up internet.

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I'll be interested in being a monstery fella when this goes live.
I reckon it's a good post overall, Mort. Gujah.
In due course, all parties had made progress on achieving their goals. Leonard's rapid-fire teachings were a success, and whilst at first it was impossible for Mieke to coherently organise the facts she'd developed or pull out anything at will, not to mention her additional awareness of some other very strange things that seemed pretty irrelevant, it had all stuck in place by the time ten minutes rolled around, gifting her with an increasingly-cohesive idea of how Stands worked. Such a surge of knowledge might normally have been overwhelming for her, but for how Leonard's power functioned, she found herself more than able to cope with it all.

Meanwhile, Arthur's research bore fruits. By the time he walked out of the library, he possessed a very cohesive list of all the clubs in DC, especially the most popular ones that any comedian might seek to make an appearance at. And as for Hogan, he got some alone time to have a nice nap - or do anything else he might be interested in.

In any case, the two parties seeking out the rogue funnyguy made their presences known in two very different locations: Laurie Blue ultimately made her way to the Smithsonian Gardens, whilst Skinner and Choux found themselves coming to a halt just outside the US National Arboretum. If there were any immediate signs that their target was in either of these locations, they were very well-hidden indeed, and both locations would want to be investigated further.
@The Fated Fallen Thank you very much. I don't know that a lack of ability to update for my RPs has helped much, but yeah, hopefully I can resolve any future issues more adroitly. I also hope you manage to find more time to sleep.

In the meantime, I think it's just @Mortarion who needs to post, if Fetzen's round skip is going through?
@The Fated Fallen Decent. I had a bit of a moment last night, but I think I'm over it now.
So how're you guys doing? Alright, pretty good?
So how're you guys doing, then? All doing alright?
The groups seemingly decided for this mission, every individual headed their respective ways: Arthur and Hogan headed for a van, Mieke joined Leonard on his motorcycle, and Laurie went at it alone, receiving a reply text from her boss after a few minutes: Armstrong's a smart guy. He won't steer you wrong - even if it looks like he might be.

And back in his office, Armstrong hoped everybody would know what they were doing.









ACT 1

No Turning Back

The groups moved toward their respective locations. Each had some time to consider their next options in finer detail,

Leonard and Mieke had some time to chat, driving toward their first park as intended. If Leonard wished to explain Stands to Mieke, as he'd suggested he'd like to, now was the time.

Laurie made her way through D.C. alone, using her Stand to propel herself at incredible speeds, ideally unnoticed by the general populace. Her conversation with her boss might be on her mind, as might the locations she intended to search for this first Stand user.

And Arthur drove one of the Speedwagon vans toward whichever library he had eyes upon, with Hogan along for the ride in the back. The famous Library of Congress was both present and open to the public, making it a prime choice, though how he'd get Hogan in any such library was a question he'd want to consider in great depth.
In truth, Alexa couldn't fault the basic fact that Gruk was willing to assist the group so heartily. Her heart found itself pitying the man's grotesqueness, for if he were more adherent to the baseline of human standards, he'd perhaps be a worthy servant of the Emperor. As it was, he was merely good for leading them to a villain far less likely to submit quietly.

Mere minutes later, Sister Caroline died, stumbling and collapsing mere moments after something struck her from the shadows. Sister Victorine sprinted forwards instantly, and Alexa was hot on her heels, already firing up her chirurgeon's tools in preparation to save her... but to no avail. From the foam round her mouth, the toxic darkness of her surface veins, and the spark of life absent from her eyes, it was clear that the woman was no more. A mere second of analysis, both by eye and by helm, proved what Alexa already suspected - neurotoxin, and a highly potent one at that, targeted at her unshielded face.

A mere second was too long to hesitate in a firefight. The hissing of deadly Needler fire was replaced with that of a bolt pistol's report; though both she and Sister Victorine made their way back to cover, Sister Vitruvia failed to do so, felled by a bolt that split her flesh with ruthless ease, that Alexa herself could have attempted to block with her frame. Her instant reaction was to exit cover again, only to drag the hapless victim back with her - though this time, she was not dead, but simply wounded. Thank goodness. She could fix a wound, even from a bolt pistol.

She worked to open the damaged power armour, apply anaesthetic, and mend the flesh inside as her superior talked. When the suggestion of grenades was made, Alexa simply uttered 'Five of us are left, with two hands each. The traitor's armour might survive one grenade blast; it cannot withstand ten at once.' This time, the cold bark of her helmet vox was appreciated, for only now did it accurately convey her anger at the death of a stalwart ally.

It wasn't until she looked up and saw who was missing, processed the sound of additional bolts being fired, that she realised the flaw in her reasoning - if power armour could not withstand ten grenade blasts, the barely-protected Confessor certainly couldn't either. Emperor take that ruddy fool, what was he doing?! Martyring oneself over an ally's death was one of the most needless ways to waste one's service to the Emperor! And she couldn't hope to protect him, either, in the middle of a surgical operation... damn it. Sadly, then, it'd be up to the others to save Horacio from his own bullishness.
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