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Huh, Ciri thought, as she landed atop the train some distance from the two Freelancers, that was easier than I th—
Too soon.
From out of nowhere, there was an explosion. Because of course there was a fucking explosion. Ciri could see flames somewhere further ahead, cooking the side of the meat train and filling the air with a pungent stench. She gagged, losing her balance — then gagged again, as she felt her hands pressing into the warmth of the organic vehicle underneath. Ew, ew, EW, ew! This was the worst mission ever.
She stood up so fast she nearly lost her balance all over again, searching for the assailants. At least that wasn't very difficult; the crazy-ass laugh was a clear enough cue, as was the goddamn hot air balloon ramming into the train. Then, suddenly, there were nuns. And they apparently knew Blue. And Goldie seemed to know them — though she apparently didn't intend to stick around to hear their helloes.
No camaraderie amongst Freelancers, huh?
Ugh, fine, guess she had to do something then, or their trio would be a duo soon. Not that she intended to make that too obvious. The nuns weren't focused on her, and she was more than happy being the wallflower for a bit, retreating further backwards and away from the inevitable action. Summoning anything here seemed like a tall order, but she had to at least try. Something that would help her stay atop the train if — when — a fight broke out.
Spiders were pretty cool.
Alright, set two it is! I'll edit accordingly in a bit, writing another post rn.
@Vertigo Very nice. I'll add it in for the next screen shot.
As for Ele's actions, it looks like with 25ft move speed he could either get on top of the desk where the ichor is, or he could get next to (adjacent to) Flash2, just North of Jenk's square. If Ele moves North of Jenk, he won't be able to reach the ichor :(. If he strides on top of the desk, then he would be able to reach the ichor (careful of glass :D) AND present it to Flash2.
What are your thoughts on that?
Action set 1:
1. Move to the desk (not on top of)
2. Get the Ichor
3. Move to North of Jenk's square
Action set 2:
1. Move on top of the desk
2. Get the ichor
3. Present the ichor to Flash2
Or something else!
Right! Hmm, so would set 1 mean he wouldn't be able to present the ichor yet? As in, is offering it up an action? I can't see him climbing atop the desk in all honesty, so then perhaps--
1) Move to the desk (not on top of)
2) Get the ichor (scoop some up into a makeshift paper cup?)
3) Carefully toss the papercup closer to the beetle so it can help itself
or
1) Move to the desk (not on top of)
2) Get the ichor (scoop some up with the paper)
3) Shove the paper into Jenk's hands (since he's in the next square over) so they can help themselves to it from there
He'd be very pleased with either option because it keeps him away from the insect. Would either work?
Posted, and found an ok-ish token:
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Well, now, he had suspected something peculiar was going on with Teacher Ot, considering he had failed to answer when called upon, so finding his office in disarray wasn't entirely a surprise.
The insects, however, were.
Wrinkling his nose, Elaeshor stepped further into the room, but had time for little else before the smallest of their menagerie already took action. And my, what an action it was; instead of attacking the wretched bugs, the kobold offered them ichor — as did Jenk and Fleur, successfully pacifying three of the four little menaces.
Only one left, then. Elaeshor turned expectantly to Starfinger, not wanting to touch the ichor or approach the bugs if not strictly necessary, but the tripkee seemed to have a plan of his own. Instead of a truce, he offered violence. At the sound of the vial shattering, had Elaeshor been in his true form, his ears would've perked in surprise.
Suddenly, he found himself conflicted. He would rather not reveal his weapon to a bunch of strangers over something like this, but the thought of trying to pacify an insect already riled further by injury didn't sound very enticing either. Now what was a kitsune to do?
With a sigh, he strode forward, snatching a paper from the desk to be rolled up and used to scoop the ichor. Now all that needed to be done was hold it up and offer it to the beetle — which, as far as he was concerned, did not need to be his job.
Holding the paper with two fingers as if holding particularly pungent piece of trash, Elaeshor offered the inchor filled, makeshift papercup to Jenk, alongside a quick smile.
"All yours." The cup, the glory, and the incoming attack if the beetle wasn't sufficiently pacified by the offering.
Should I wait for this situation to resolve before posting? What Ele does depends on what Starfinger decides to do in the end (aka whether attacking the pacified beetles was intentional on clanjos's part)
"... What?" Ciri quirked a brow at the blonde's blabbering, unsure what the hell she was on about. Rejected by who? She was the one who wasn't good enough for a flying lizard! Was this what they called projecting? Cause the weird-ass Freelancer was doing an entire cinema's worth right about now.
Ciri was about to argue as much out loud, when an ear-piercing wail cut her off and sent shivers down her spine. Frantic, she looked around, finding the source pretty much immediately. It wasn't exactly difficult to spot an entire-ass train.
Huh. So they really were up against a train, albeit one with a face. Ciri watched with equal parts fascination and disgust as the fleshy vehicle wailed below them. This had better not be one of those 'remove a thorn from a lion's paw' sort of situations, because Ciri was so not going to dig around in all that sinewy shit to help the damn thing. Sovereign probably would, though. With glee.
Speaking of, with no warning at all, Trixy went and earned some points in Ciri's book by practically yeeting the handsy blonde off the dragon straight at the train below. She whistled, peeking over the edge after the other Esper, then grinning at her colleague. "Thanks, I owe you one."
Ciri assumed Boteg would take the rest of them closer for an easier time getting on the train, but the way Trixy turned to look at the two remaining Espers — and the way the blue girl just took off — gave her pause. No way. Was she insinuating...?
"... Seriously, Trix? Forget owing you shit then, damn."
With that, Ciri peeked over the dragon's back to watch the train's erratic swerving for a moment, wanting to make sure she timed her jump right. Physical stuff wasn't her forte, and she only got one shot. Damnit, this was exactly what she had her summons for, what she had It for. Ugh. It better catch her now.
Waiting any longer would've likely earned her a yeeting from Trixy — or worse, made her lose face, so Ciri braced herself, cursed under her breath, and took a leap without the fate part.
@Vertigo Roll initiati- I'm kidding. Melvin's not going to resort to violence...
... not straight away, anyway.
... Yeah. If Ciri hadn't felt like socializing before, actually meeting the Freelancers made her seriously consider just up and going the fuck home. Like was this some kind of a joke? She couldn't imagine how desperate the Big Boss had to be to employ an actual goddamn madwoman like this blonde. Had she even introduced herself? Ciri had tuned out most of her rambling, so she couldn't say for sure. Something about royalty? She sure was a Royal Pain in the A—
Boteg gave her a pleading look, but the only answer he got was a telepathic, You're on your own, pal.
The other girl was... there, Ciri figured. Which, honestly, was still miles better than whatever the fuck was going on with Goldilocks. She seemed like the shy, nerdy type; inoffensive, but not exactly memorable.
And then there was Trixy, spewing something about train sex.
So, yeah, Ciri didn't see much reason to raise her gaze from the phone.
In the end, the blue haired chick seemed to find her voice by playing 100 questions with Trixy. At least she seemed interested in the mission, and not rubbing her ass all over the dragon, like So-eww-reign up there. So, again, one point to the nerd.
Ciri pocketed her phone, sighed, and followed the other girls onto the dragon and into what seemed to be a long damn day. Hopefully, the wind up in the sky would steal everyone's voices, and she could get at least some peace and quiet before the inevitable conflict.
—
Right. No such fucking luck.
"You," Ciri finally snapped, jabbing a finger in Sovereign's direction. "Stop flirting with our ride. If we plummet, your horny ass'll be toast too." She turned to Trixy, exasperated — and a little bit insulted, in all honesty. "No, I can't translate that, do I look like someone who'd have any idea what he's—"
The cacophony of horns from somewhere below cut Ciri off and gave her at least a vague sense of solidarity — and a reality check. It wasn't just the four of them on this mission. This was a big, important damn job, and she would see it done, even if she had to put up with an entire damn asylum while at it.
Close, Boteg had said.
Ciri stood a little straighter, eyes peeled, hands itching. There were no shadows up here, not even her own. She felt worse than naked; as if a part of her very skin had been peeled off and left behind on the ground. She had to find a place to land and prepare.
But to do fucking anything at all, she first needed everyone to just — "Shut up and focus."
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