[META] The Chittentown Space Tower

[Taki-di]

Nictor is going left!

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If you rolled a 2, you pass by a droid that grabs you by the ankle. It releases a terrible high pitched shriek, and suddenly the rest of the group is up in the air, buzzing near your head with deadly razor blades bared. Take 3 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you.

Beehemoth and Nictor weren't making a whole lot of progress, but Bee did ave a rather extensive fight with the trollbots that kept streaming from the doorway. Nictor was hiding against the other wall, crouched behind some metal debris.

Nictor winced as he felt the vibrations of another trollbot hit the wall, metal against metal screeching and making sparks that lit up the dim hall. This had been going on for way too long. He breathed deep, pressing himself flat against the floor, then peeked out from his cover.

Bee was knocking trollbots this way and that, buzzing angrily. The trollbots didn't seem to care how much they got tossed around, they just kept coming back. Builder droids that had been discarded onto the floor were now rising too, whipping out small blades. The hall further to the right seemed to be blocked off too with all the bots and droids crowding around.

This was bad. There were too many, there were way too many of them. It didn't matter how big and sturdy Beehemoth was, if his foes never stopped coming, he'd get tired and overrun. They needed an out. A droid stabbed Bee in the side and three bots were perched on top of him trying to tear out fluff, making the buzzbeast emit a sharp hum of pain. Nictor's arm spasmed a little.

The only thing Nictor could do was run away from this hall. Bee would give up the fight and follow. As is now, Nictor was in danger so Bee would defend, but if they could get somewhere else, they'd be fine.

Shifting himself up to a crouch, Nictor took one last look Bee fighting, steeled himself, and tore blindly out of his cover. Nictor dashed wildly down the hall, stumbling over discarded bots as tried to get out of the danger zone.

Things were going well until Nictor's leg was caught in an iron grip and his face went crashing straight into the ground. He crashed to the floor, barely catching himself so his head didn't crack off the ground, but with his sweaty palms, he slipped and hit anyway. That was unexpected, he thought dully. He tried to pull his leg away from where he tripped except then he realized he hadn't tripped himself, something else had.

Frantically, Nictor whipped his head around to see a bot with a sparking hole in its shoulder and flashing eyes holding on tight to his ankle. Nictor tugged again and the grip tightened, another hand shooting out and grabbing farther up his other leg. Nictor yelped at the cold steel crushing his knee uncomfotably, hands scrambling for purchase to try and pull away.

"B-Bee!" Nictor called, voice unsteady as he started to panic. The trollbot wasn't letting Nictor go anywhere and kept dragging itself up his body. Kicking and pushing was doing nothing to deter the trollbot and it just kept coming. The worst part wasn't the ache from its grip or the trapping metal body. It was the face looming over him, placid and smooth, observing his struggles carelessly. There was nothing inside this thing but the drive to kill. These bots were going to kill Nictor and then Bee and then every other volunteer in the building. Fingers dug in tight enough to bruise as it went up, up his legs, up his torso to his shoulders, its body collapsed on top of Nictor's.

"BEE!" Nictor screamed just before hands gripped his neck. Nictor's eyes widened, hands scrabbling uselessly at the harsh and unforgiving steel. Slowly, slightly, the hands tightened, then tightened some more. He was being choked.

It was only a few seconds through before a great tear of metal rent the air, an insectoid leg rammed sideways through the trollbot's head. It pierced right through the central processor and the bot went limp, eye's dead and lightless. The bot was quickly tossed off of Nictor and the troll was scooped up gently. Panicked chitters filled Nictor's head and he clutched at Bee's fluff like he'd never let go again, coughing and sputtering as he tried to regain himself and the little air lost.

Bee understood what Nictor had been going for though and went barreling down the hall, charge in tow, plowing through trollbots and the builder droids alike, suffering cuts and scrapes everywhere on the way.


HP: 34 - 3 - 1 = 30
Damage: 2
Status: Take 1 damage each roll until support power is used  

[Micillia]

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Caiden is attacking Half-constructed Tower and Going Up
If you rolled a 2, you pass by a droid that grabs you by the ankle. It releases a terrible high pitched shriek, and suddenly the rest of the group is up in the air, buzzing near your head with deadly razor blades bared. Take 3 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you.
Hp:12/20
Damage Dealt: 1
Power Novice Agility A 0/1
Second Wind 1/1 you roll 1d4, if you get a 1 or a 4, you get half health back

Caiden was walking along with Autumn, just enjoying her presence. Well actually he was babbling to her about everything. All the space stuff, all the research and learning he had gotten, even about the weird acid that made everything smell funny. As Caiden and Autumn entered the next room an electric shock took the brownblood by surprise! Suddenly his vision went blurry for just a second, and then Autumn disappeared. Caiden stood, his mouth open in surprise. "AUTUMN?!" The boy shouted, looking all around the room, tears in his eyes. He looked longer than was necessary for a room with no furniture and no hiding places, and fought back the tears that threatened to flow.  

[penemueIntuition]

Mahmud HADILL SESHAT is fighting the HALF CONSTRUCTED TOWER, and is going UP

Great. More robots. Just what the doctor called for, more gog damned tiny metallic creatures that could ******** him up in an instant. Under normal circumstances there was no way in hell Mahmud would d**k with more of these things. Yet in the background, slumped against the corner, he could see him...

Rastin.

"RASTIN!" Without second thought, the boy dashed straight though the repair droids, setting them all off. "Rastin are you okay?!" By the time he was a few feet away, he could feel the annoying robots pestering him with their slices and their nipping. Shoot. He couldn't run to his friend with these assholes following him, not when he was in this condition! "Rastin I'm going to check out ahead! I'll be back later!"

"Coo coo, coo!"

That last pause almost sliced his head off for sure, but they managed to escape down the right hallway.



bouquet of diamonds
Quick acknowledgement of Rastin! Goodbye friend goodbyeeeee


HP: 23 - 3 - 2 = 18
Damage dealt: 1 Dmg + 0 = 1

 

[quite uneventful]

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If you rolled a 3, a welding droid zaps you right in the rump! It pursues you relentlessly! Take 2 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you.

Forera dealt 7 damage.
Forera travels UP!

As they walked through the halls, the tealblood felt a presence near her-- Oh, Etsali. She offered her a small smile before hearing her words, leaving a rather-- Surprised Forera, for lack of better word. Forera scoffed, shaking her head assuredly. "Pal? That guy's nothin' to me." Forera commented dryly before rubbing her neck and rolling her eyes, sucking on the inside of her cheek. "He'ssss... ehhh..." Forera clicked her tongue before sort of wrinkling her nose and leaning in. "Kindofa threat. He knows who I am. He was that kid I kept ********' with in last sweeps Bloodfest." Forera paused, before whispering the last bit-- "I kindaaaaa... Sortaaa... Might've... brokenhisnose when I saw him for the first time in a while." Forera coughed, then cleared her throat. "Maybe. But uh. It was an accident." Or as much of an accident as that could've been, she guessed. "And I think he's a military rat. But yeah. I don't think there's much for 'Dais to care about, really. He's quite the looker, though. Y'gotta admit that, at least."

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After the previous encounter with the lasers, Forera decided to be a little more careful. Unfortunately, the word careful was the most inaccurate word to describe Forera in any form of it, due to her loud and boisterous... Everything, really! So when the bots came, the tealblood didn't hesitate, slamming a kick into the face of one before punching another straight in the face. As they began to come toward her, the tealblood knew she'd have to do some sort of kickass move to be able to knock 'em all down. It wasn't easy, of course, but it wasn't as hard as she thought it'd be. Wasn't that bad, considering they'd built this...?

HP: 12 - 2 =10 HP
Military Level Gauntlets
Adept Agility Style B Artifact (1)
Novice Offensive Style B Trinket (1) (cannot use)

KitsuneAura

 

[Unaru]

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Ri is attacking and going UP

The little greenblood thought she was being quite the sneak. Hopping, skipping, and jumping over the sleeping bots while Crowma cruised along above her. Unfortunately the girl's ego got the best of her and she landed on a cleverly hidden one. With a sharp 'eep' she started to stomp on it viciously as it screeched. Crowma diving down to deal with the bulk coming after her.

HP: 11/40 (-1 till support)
Support Artifact A 0/1
Damage: 4+4+1+3+3+5+6  

[quite uneventful]

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If you rolled a 3, a welding droid zaps you right in the rump! It pursues you relentlessly! Take 2 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you.

Kolako dealt 1 damage.
Kolako is moving UP.

Soon after, Kolako was lifted from her spot with the lasers, brown tears dripping down her cheeks. Hot, searing pain made the brownblood clench her teeth in pain, and a less than stellar drop from the blueblood was all it took to make several tears fall down her face from pain. Papion had managed to join them, but even the large lion was beginning to look frazzled. When Lee grabbed her wrist, the brownblood rubbed at her eye with her free hand, smudging the hot pink all over her eyelids. Kolako sniffed and nodded at him, feeling extremely grateful for saving her and composed herself. She was acting like a whiny kid, she needed to show Papi she could take care of herself now...!

Though honestly, Papion was just glad she was safe. He licked her back, covering her in sticky saliva with a shudder. She puffed her cheeks at him and huffed, but curled into his leg, rubbing her cheek on it. He began to purr softly.

At Mera's question, the brownblood looked up. She nodded firmly, thankful for her help-- "Si. I can." I hope. She chanced a wary glance at Papi, and he seemed almost done, tempted to leave in that moment. A tug reminded him he was there for reasons he definitely couldn't fathom. "I can walk! I just, need-- Ahhh, gracias. Thank you...!" She moved her leg to give Hemera easier access, looking up and getting worried. Both of them looked worse for wear, and she'd run out of heals on her artifact. This was serious...

A voice rung out, shocking the brownblood to attention. It was Dr. Casini, and right now, she guessed that the "something very bad" was most likely the bomb. A ticking time bomb, or well, a ticking black box. The brownblood instantly looked at Hemera, linking one and the other. "Hemera..." The only thought coursing through her head was the disaster Panili spoke over. She clenched her teeth. "I'm gonna keep going...!" Koko exclaimed, rushing ahead, ignoring the robots shooting at her. Papion took the hits for her, not wanting her to get hurt more than she already was.

HP: 11 - 1 - 2 = 8 HP
Novice Support Style A Artifact (0)

Gl!tch~

Kimbley Kitty

 

[seekingCylem]

HP: 2/20
Telekinesis: 1/1 Offensive Style B: Attack does double damage, and detracts 1 health from opponent every remaining turn.

quite uneventful

Sascha chuckled at Forera's snark. She had him there. "Can't improve perfection," he quipped back, grinning. His own brows raised at Forera's offer of a handshake. He hadn't expected her to agree so easily, even if it was the best course of action. Apparently Forera wasn't as bull-headed as he'd come to believe. Barely. As soon as he got over his surprise, Sascha took Forera's hand and gave it a firm shake. One, two.

Right out of the gate, Sascha felt the urge to roll his eyes at Forera's pseudonym. He held fast in the name of their truce. He was nothing if not a professional. "Looking forward to it, Perore."

Sascha skidded to a halt as Dr. Casini's voice crackled over the tinny speakers. This was giving him some serious flashbacks. He'd seen enough action movies to know what that mysterious countdown probably meant. Troll-kind always did have a flair for the dramatic. Sascha swore loudly.

A number of red glass eyes lit up the dim hallway. Sascha swore again--quieter.

It was too late. The construction droids had been activated. Even without proper eyes, Sascha could tell they were looking at him. He spared a glance back at the trolls he'd come in with. No? Okay. Sascha turned back to the droids with a resolved huff.

The construction droids were sturdy and decked out with various dangerous tools, but they were ultimately not meant for combat. With some effort, Sascha was able to strafe around the bots, which didn't have the agility to follow with any sort of grace. They were also built to withstand construction hazards--not someone forcefully reaching under their plating and ripping cords out of their metal bodies. Sascha whooped victoriously with each droid he sent crashing to the ground. They were already activated--even more noise could hardly make the situation worse.

Speaking of...

"YO, DOES ANYONE HERE KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT BOMBS?!" Sascha paused to rip a particularly sprightly droid off his back. "CASINI!? HEY, CASINI! IF YOU CAN HEAR THIS CAN YOU AT LEAST TELL US WHERE THE DAMN THING IS!?"

Sascha does 6 damage!
He's going UP.

 

[Buzzwulf]

Engrav's Lusus Morimom is Attacking!
Hp: 15/40 -1 dmg per turn until healed-
Damage: 4
Direction: up
Support Artifact A
Second Wind you roll 1d4, if you get a 1 or a 4, you get half health back

If you rolled a 2, you pass by a droid that grabs you by the ankle. It releases a terrible high pitched shriek, and suddenly the rest of the group is up in the air, buzzing near your head with deadly razor blades bared. Take 3 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you.

Engrav kept running down the hallway, pausing only for a moment to check where his "friends" where. They were waaaay ahead of him. While he was looking, however, a robot grabbed his ankle and bared its... teeth? He guessed robots didn't really eat. For that matter, why would anyone even design a robot to have a mouth, or even the shape of a mouth. Maybe it was so they could falsely represent weak points? That would be how he would do it at least. Make the bits that look real important useless and the important bits boring looking.

Engrav was so caught up by robot teeth he barely noticed when Morrimom ripped the thing apart, though it got it's own blows in as well.  

[zeflamigo]

VOID  

[zeflamigo]

HP: 9/20
Adept Defense B Artifact 0/2

"Yeah, you're lucky my lusus wouldn't let me leave home without a huge bundle of 'em," He explained to the girls. Really, he had hardly used any of his first aid materials on himself. It wasn't his style. Cool scars were. He honestly kept them on himself in case his gerbils got injured (Knife was usually involved).

He followed Hemera's instructions closely enough, pleased that the two trolls on his team had calmed from their pain. But just as he was starting to feel antsy again, Dr. Casini's voice rang through the path. She sounded extremely panicked... something about a box with a timer? A bomb.

Leeroi turned to Hemera with wide eyes. "We've got to go," He announced, scrambling to ready himself. "You can turn back if you need to, but I'm going to stop that thing," He looked between the two, and then turned to run, barreling right into the swarm of droids.

Leeroi Dealt 8 DMG
Leeroi is moving UP

 

[leon_a_darkangel]

Xavier Leinte
Anu's HP: 29/40

"If you rolled a 2, you pass by a droid that grabs you by the ankle. It releases a terrible high pitched shriek, and suddenly the rest of the group is up in the air, buzzing near your head with deadly razor blades bared. Take 3 damage, and 1 damage each roll until a support power is used on you."

Mum deals 1 DMG.
Xaveir is going Up!

 

[Blasphemoose]

Akkira + tekemom are attacking and moving up.

Tekemom: 22


22 -3 -1 = 18


Akkira was more than just a little bit exhausted by this point, but her lusus insisted that she continue to see this entire thing through. The young troll was starting to feel the wear and tear that she and her lusus had been through so far and her companion, the wrecking ball, was really no help at all. He was a stick in the mud and she wanted nothing to do with that really. As she was catching her breath a bit she heard a familiar voice and perked up, it was one of the two trolls she'd gone on that raid with.

For sure that had to be more interesting than wrecking ball, actually... did he have a name? she couldn't remember off the top of her head. Not like he mattered.She followed what she thought was Rianon's voice until she found the troll . " Is that one of my little buster buddies I've found?"

Meanwhile Tekkemom seemed to have run into some trouble with droids and was making a peircing whistle noise as she swatted the drones away.

Unaru

BUDDY biggrin

 

[Hobo Pixi]

Eilidh is attacking.
Papa Bear HP: 31/40

"If you rolled a 1, the pile rustles, then scatters. Small blue LEDs in their beady eyes turn red as they lock onto you, and begin to pursue you with villainous intent. One may be easy to fend off, but these roach-like bots with their tiny grippers and saws can do heavy damage quickly in numbers! Take 3 dmg, and 2 damage each roll until a support power is used on you."

Papa Bear deals 4 DMG. Eilidh is going up.

 

[Gl!tch~]

Hemera is going up!

HP: 7/20
DMG: 1

Defense B power 0/1
Support A trinket 0/1

Bandages and trinkets; she'd have to keep that in mind for the future. Everyone was still moving. That was a start. If only her nerves were just a little worse of to numb entirely. Hemera could use that right now. But, like when one runs and tries to ignore their burning legs, she would have to do that with her back. Hemera broke into a run, best as she could anyway.

She was not surprised to realize that the defenses were to keep trolls from getting in the way of a bomb going off. If she had any reservations before, now definitely not. The right location, the right amount of complexity, the right kind of threat. If only she could contact Civisect and confirm!

Meanwhile, Leeroi was still annoyingly headstrong, but at least he was clearing a path. Or something. Mera wasn't sure that he had thought it through that deeply, though. But he was distracted, and as soon as he was done she caught his arm. "I will get to the end even if I have to drag myself there. Furore, listen. This will sound ridiculous but you have to believe me. This bomb, here of all places, is what I've been fearing. Kolako and I and others have been following our friend's prophetic dreams. We have been working under the possible threat that Chittentown and Civisect would be attacked, and since then we've been finding coded manifestos. This attack is very likely the culprit, and there is no way in hell I'm going to let them destroy civilian lives and our progress. You could cut me and half. This is my responsibility."

She swallowed. "Now that I have plenty of reason to think the attack is happening, I'm trusting you with this knowledge."

During the time she was focusing on the blueblood, a robot had the time to come up behind her and give her a zap. Injured back or no, she turned around in frustrated fury. "Honestly." Hemera whacked on it with her boomerang, but one person's weapon might not be enough.