Chiara is attacking the packing bot! If you rolled a 3, you listen to the engineer and desperately jam slime-coated batteries and whatever else you can fit into your pockets and hands. Hauling your small pile of retrieved goods off somewhere safe, you realise your soaked clothes are now starting to sting a bit. Not good. Take 3 dmg. Take 3 dmg. Dealt 2 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 14/20
As Chiara walked back towards the robot, yet not near enough to really be in it's line of fire, another scientist started babbling at her. Something about acid and how it stings. Chiara rolled her eyes, she had encountered acid before, she knew of the sting. Instead of actually helping tho, the blueblood watched from afar, giggling at the trolls who tripped and slid in the acid that coated the floor. Suddenly a troll ran Chiara's way and slipped, throwing the entire contents of the box onto the blueblood. Chiara gave the other troll a death glare and it scurried off.
Chiara is attacking the packing bot! If you rolled a 2, the bot grabs you by one leg and slams you onto the conveyor belt. It continues to delicately place a bow on your head, then burps out a pile of hot goo down your shirt. Take 4 dmg. Take 4 dmg. Dealt 4 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 10/20
Chiara was so busy giving the troll that ran into her a death glare that she did not even notice when the robot came up behind her. Before long she was dangling in the air, confused and even more angry. "Put me down!" The blueblood yelled, not that the robot could understand, hear or really was even capable of responding. Suddenly Chiara was let go, and she found herself dazed on the conveyor belt. The blueblood was seeing stars when another troll helped her off the revolving machine before she ended up getting to the gluing stage of the manufacturing process.
Chiara is attacking the packing bot! If you rolled a 5, you get a decent pace going, plucking materials that were clean-enough from the belt and tossing them off to the side. You seem to catch the attention of the bot somehow, as it targets you specifically and begins to pelt you with cardboard boxes it had somehow folded into crude missiles. Take 2 dmg. Take 2 dmg. Dealt 4 damage (+1 for military weapon) HP: 8/20
Chiara had to back up, away from the chaos, to get her barrings again. She looked on as the trolls were in chaos. It was all a bustle of who knows what, and Chiara wanted to enjoy it. All the stars started to slowly fade, and she was able to stand up again, still positioned near the conveyor belt. The attacking robot threw another few trolls around the science dome and Chiara ducked behind a pile of boxes for good measure. Before she could fully conceal herself tho, the robot sent more boxes her way. The blueblood yelled as she was pelted with cardboard that felt a lot more painful than just regular cardboard.
Psykgi Mentha 9/20 hp Damage Dealt: 2 to Packing Bot Damage Taken: 0 - her lusus is taking the hit Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (2/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
The fight was not going as well as Psykgi could have hoped. She'd been running, trying to get a better angle to interfere with the bot while still avoiding it's attacks, when i did, indeed, attack her. A glob of suspicioulsy bright goop splashed down right in front of her, and she knew she couldn't avoid it. She tried to stop herself, skidding and slipping on the slick ground... when suddenly she was forced back on her feet by a familiar, squishy, chitteny feeling. "Ma!" she exclaimed happily as the mass of the cockroach swarm spilled out around her to block the splash of the goop - acid, it appeard, from the sound of it against their carapaces. Fuming acid, from the way the swarm rapidly disorganized, dissolving into it's component roaches and... well... literally dissolving for some of them.
Psykgi wasn't worried even though the swarm was dissolved. There were always more of Ma'am, and the swarm would reform later and probably lavish her with attention when it found her... But for now, Psykgi knew she was on her own.
Psykgi Mentha 7/20 hp Damage Dealt: 6 to Packing Bot Damage Taken: 2 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (2/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
Psykgi continued hitting things and salvaging things, but this activity was starting to grate on her. Unlike with the Paparazzi, there wasn't anything fun about this, aside from the expenditure of physical energy. There was no social interaction, no game playing, just brutal, sweaty, bloody work. And, though she was stronger than she appeared, it was starting to get tiring.
Speaking of more interesting things, wasn't that...? "Chiara, is that you?!" she called out, "Gosh, isn't this an annoying predicament?" she hit one of the projectile boxes with her axe, splitting it partway in two. "It's really annoying." she reiterated, making a face. "How are you doing over there?"
Zariah is attacking the Packing Bot! HP: 6/20 Damage: 1 dmg
Zariah started as the redblood came to a rather messy halt in front of him. He eyed her a solid moment before nodding. It certainly was a trying task to take down the machine. Dealing with the paparazzi had been a sore enough ordeal alone. "Um...s-sure," he demurred. "I'm Chlieo Homeer....um....it's nice to meet you," he decided. She DID seem like a pleasant enough troll....a bit weird and....assertive for a lowblood, but pleasant enough. Thus far.
Psykgi Mentha 7/20 hp Uses artifact on Zariah Damage Dealt:0 to Packing Bot Damage Taken: 0 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (1/2 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
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10 hp to Zariah!!! I mean, Chileo
"Nice to meet you!" she memorized the name - it was an interesting name! She ducked behind some boxes to take a breather from the fray. "Say! I've seen you around, right? On the computer doing research?" she grinned broadly, catching her breath. This was her strength - talking. But you couldn't talk to a robot. You could barely talk at it. "Great job with that by the way. Civisect really appreciates your work, I bet!" she peeked out of her shelter, and then ducked behind it to dodge a thrown... well, it had been a cardboard box. Now, however, it was... a glued up mess more or less like a colorful, slimy cannonball with a bow.
"You look like you could use a bit of a pick me up..." she said, looking Chlieo over. "Here." she held out her medical device, "This will do the trick - you just stick the needle bit in a good bit of flesh and push the glowing button - it really helps!" she said. "It's a really high-quality medkit." she added, reassuringly, as she avoided another missile, "And I do need your help, so you don't have to worry about me doing something stupid like poisoning you or anything. It really helps." Obviously, he would be suspicious - they barely knew each other, after all, and... well... it was a needle.
The little lady was able to stand on her feet, so Reemus was in a good position to do something in the meantime. They were safe-ish, and he could continue trying to save stuff as per orders. Reemus wasn't really sure why they needed this stuff, but he figured there was a reason for it. He just shrugged and started making a pile of junk. Nice, simple, the kind of work he liked.
Stockpile and stockpile. Maybe someone would want to move it somewhere, but that wasn't his problem at the moment. He was doing great for himself, and stepped back to look at his collection proudly.
Then, of course, some rando had to fall right into it.
HP: 10/20 Military Grade Emei Daggers +1 Novice Support artifact, style B: 1/1
1d4. On a 1, 2 or 3, heal another troll by a quarter of their max hp, on a 4 heal them by their max hp 1x per battle
Once she somewhat regain consciousness, Eridia limped away the vicious machine, not minding the burning sensation on her palms and knees. There had to be a way to be useful and impressive at the same time without destroying that hunk of junk. So far away as she got, Eridia began to salvage the materials it poured out. Unfortunately the machine, as annoying it was, decided to throw someone at her. Eridia fell to the ground with a stranger on her, and the worst thing was, they were unappealing for her. She pushed them off her and glared at the machine.
"Can't we just dismantle it and buy another?" She groaned.
Eostre was let down gently by the large troll. How weird it was to be in someone else's arms, but especially a large troll like that! It was an unusual experience... She sniffed gently."Yeah, I'm fine," she said, touching her head. It didn't seem to be swelling, although it hurt quite a bit. Might leave a bit of a bruise, which would be annoying, but survivable."It doesn't pack a stronger punch than me though! Thanks again, big guy," she said with a sly smile.
With a quick wave, she jumped back into the fray, ready to take down this packing bot and save the materials before they were destroyed.
Just when they thought they were free from the grip of chaos, Vulpin was thrusted right back into the heart of danger when they happened upon the malfunctioning packing bot. "Nope," they said, turning on their heels, away from the danger. Perhaps later, when the others had done more damage. Not right now.
One misstep sent Vulpin careening into the path of danger anyways, and the disguised orangeblood let out a gasp as they slipped dangerously through the room. Covering themself in mysterious liquids of different origins, the horrified troll screamed through their teeth in embarrassment, rapidly trying to recover without getting into more danger. Then when they thought they had enough, the bot slipped a label on their forehead. Vulpin screamed, moving to rip the horrible thing off their head.
"Ah, yeh?" Reemus asked, admittedly getting pumped up from the blueblood's spunk. "Good luck out there, mate!" he called after Eostre. And then she was gone. Guess they weren't all bad, the ones on the Royalist side. But they didn't know his blood color. Hmmm. Reemus's inner wheels could start turning, but someone started yelling. A good distraction. Thinking was hard and usually left him feeling bad.
He looked over at an engineer. Something about grabbing more stuff, stowed on his person. Probably cuz of how his pile worked out. "I'm goin', I'm goin'," Reemus huffed. Once again, he grabbed up whatever he could, not caring about if it was clean or not. Most of the time he worked, he was pretty grimy himself. Who cares?
Reemus got ready for transport, but his skin started to tingle. Kind of painfully. Kind of like how he felt when Nictor was around, but everywhere.
He needed a safe spot to roll around on the ground, stat.
She grabbed her lusus as soon as she could when she heard about the packing bot malfunctioning. Natash wanted to help! Angel was huge so she could probably protect her from the acids and flailing arms while she picked up as much material as her shiny robot arms could hold. Angel huffed at all the other trolls there, slamming her feet down with wet slaps while Gnash went to grab batteries and whatever small things she could. She slipped them into the pocket of her jumpsuit and rushed back behind the safety of Angel. The slimy objects she took were burning through her pockets a little, she noticed, and groaned. "Icky..."
Still trying to weasel away from the madness, Vulpin tried to right themself on the slippery floor. Utterly covered in slushy goo, the orangeblood tried to shake off the material to no avail. Disgusting, they thought, positively disgusting. They would need a few long showers to get over this. With slow strides, Vulpin tried to sneak their way out of the room.
The bot seemed to have different ideas, scooping up Vulpin rather easily into it's flailing tube arms. Laying them down on the conveyor belt, the bot covered them in a beautiful array of bows. Vulpin nearly laughed out loud, they felt kind of adorable. Only moments later, they felt hot goo being poured down their jumpsuit. Immediately, they reeled back in disgust, trying to empty the sticky material from their suit.
Angel got close to the machine, and it grabbed at her legs and spewed hot goo at her. She hissed and shook her head, and Gnash ran off to grab more material from the conveyor belts. The bot placed a tiny bow on her lusus' lure, and Gnash giggled at that. Angel looked so silly with that on her head! Angel hissed. This is no laughing matter, Natash. Hurry with your nonsense here. Gnash looked away quickly, stifling her laughter. She managed to grab a few small things, and retreated back to her lusus' side. "Sorry..." she muttered, crossing her arms.
