Stryke is being a lusus... attacking the Packing Bot!
HP: 10/20 DMG: 7 DMG
From what he could gather the mess everywhere was only adding to the problem. Grabbing a rag he tried his best to mop the goop and gunk that had clogged up the conveyor belts. It reminded him of the time they’d first entered Salmaire. The place had been a literal ghost town, and messy as hell with all kind of plant life growing all over the place. Stryke had mastered the art of deep cleaning. Hell, he even put away both daggers for this as he began scrubbing. The unfortunate part of course was it seemed like a fruitless task despite his best efforts. It was simply getting everywhere faster than he could really clean it up. His hands were dirty from cleaning, but at least he'd tried assisting in some fashion...right?
Eostre wanted to fight the bot! But, according to the scientists who operated the bot and the curators of the space elevator construction, they needed this machine in one piece. So the next best thing would be cleaning up the disgusting goo that was being spewed everywhere, destroying the material they needed and causing some... painful burns, to the volunteers. Especially herself. She held a mop delicately in her gloved hands, and tried to clean it off of the conveyor belt, only to find that was not working all that well... But, if it removed even a bit, less material would be destroyed. Still, she sneered in disgust.
Psykgi Mentha 5/20 hp Using Adept Support Artifact on Reemus! Damage Dealt: 0 to Packing Bot Damage Taken: 0 Military Standard Medical Kit (Adept Artifact Support A) (02 Uses, heal one troll 1/2 hp)
Gl!tch~
Reemus is healed for +10 biggrin
Psykgi was pulling off some very nice moves as she dodged the packing bot, and she did hope some people were watching, just to see. It wouldn't be a bad thing to show off to some of the very interesting trolls gathered there. Then again, she wasn't in the right clothes for it - the jumpsuit, which was very nice, was becoming utterly covered and stained with fluids (smelly stuff, if not outright caustic), and that wasn't very good for flirting at all.
Speaking of the state of clothes, there was a ragged hemoanon out and about who looked like they were in need of some assistance. "Stand still a moment, and I'll make you feel a little better!" she said, "Just a slight bit of pain..." she calibrated the medical device and stuck it into the hefty solid... mass... of the hemoanon's shoulder. "But you should feel like getting back in the fight in no time!" She patted where she'd stuck the needle before dodging back to avoid a cardboard box hurled at her. "Good luck!"
"Thanks, mate! 'M feelin' better already." He wasn't going to question whatever juiced him up- Reemus was just glad to not have to deal with any sorts of burning sensations anymore. With a stretch, he got back in the game.
Reemus took a break from cleaning; his efforts had created a pause in grime, so the items coming down the way were safe enough for his hands and pockets. Or, really, he guessed, and when nothing burned, he felt like a winner.
He continued grabbing and grabbing up until something bonked him in the side of the head. "Wuh...?" 'Toothy' looked around. No Voscil, or Fellah, or the other redblood or anyone else who might do that. Then, another bonk. More and more! When he finally caught sight of the culprit, his brows furrowed in angry confusion. How was a machine sending cardboard missiles at him?!
"Again?!" Reemus had just gotten through the machine's last assault, and looking down, the new items coming out of processing were covered in gross stuff again. His vision was borked, but he could recognize something that had left a bit of an impact.
He groaned. There wasn't any time to fetch cleaning stuff! The engineers kept insisting they save what they could at any cost. After clenching and unclenching his fists, Reemus made a decision. He grabbed what he could, with as little contact as possible, getting everything into his pockets before running off and unloading so he could save himself from another break-out.
Stryke is being a lusus... attacking the Packing Bot!
HP: 3/20 DMG: 4+1= 5 DMG
Trinket: Stryke Uses his Offense Style A Adept Artifact!
Stryke glared as he was told he needed to switch from trying to clean the mess to grabbing the nasty slime-coated batteries and other various equipment off the line as quickly as he dared. Groaning in dismay, he reached for several objects giving them a yank as he stuffed his pockets and pulled down what he could. After hauling his loud however, he realized the goop actually was causing the spots it had touched on his clothes to sting of all things. This wasn't something he'd prepared for or expected, he patted at the spot wincing in discomfort as he sulked almost melancholy like wondering what else could go wrong on this little adventure both he and Cynril were part of.
Twisting and turning the dial on the artifact Stryke wound up his small antique he kept on him nearly at all times. The magic inside swirled and turned with life, making little clicking sounds before beams of light much like before shot out from it headed straight for the packing bot. For what it was worth, Stryke had to spend a fair amount of time learning how to use the device once he'd acquired it. Every clock had its own mechanism and manner of working, let alone it's wind up sequence.
Even if it was complicated, Stryke was grateful the thing worked regardless. It also was good at keeping time and could alternatively kick a**. What more could he ask for?
Gnash used her lusus' large body as a shield to gather up more batteries and other random junk from the conveyor belts. She looked at the smaller objects fondly in her hands, and wondered if it would hurt to just try a little nibble on them. Before she could entertain the thought more, Angel groaned, as the machine attempted to put another bow on her head and threw more goo and slime onto her body with a nasty sound. Gnash tried to wipe some of it off with her arms, and flung it down to the floor in disgust, dropping some of the objects she'd gathered.
Lorata is attacking the packing bot! HP: 18/20 Damage: 7 Using Novice Support A Trinket to heal Eostre for 10 HP!
Of course the main hub had found a way to get even more chaotic while she was away. Lorata could barely believe her eyes as she watched the packing bot going berserk. Maybe it would've been better to stay in the facilities. There was still time to get word to Scorpa and Flydra not to follow her, time to head back and oversee things, except- Except there wasn't anymore work to be done there either. She'd been so startled she'd nearly forgotten why she'd come back to begin with.
And heroes didn't leave chaos unanswered. The seadweller let out a huff, reaching for her partisan, then paused as a scientist yelled a warning. Right. They still needed the awful machine. She'd have to help another way then. Darting in, she tried to pluck as many materials off the belt and away from the machine as she could. It was going well for a moment, but then the machine zeroed in on her and began to pelt her with...cardboard boxes?
Frowning, she ducked the next one, then swiped the next out of the air with her weapon. As she dodged around, she found herself next to a pretty and somehow familiar blueblood who looked worse for wear. As the packing bot took a moment to gather more boxes to fold into missiles, Lorata crouched beside Eostre and beamed. A chance to show a blueblood the way!
"Don't worry," she tugged her military-issued support trinket from a pocket, pressed the activation key without even needing to glance at it. "I'll have you back on your feet in no time." She nodded approvingly as it did its work, then flashed another bright smile. And- Oh, wasn't this that one troll that Kursha had been...? What a small world Alternia could be sometimes! Well, that just made it even better that she'd heroically saved her.
"Be careful out here!" The machine had started throwing boxes at her again, so best to leave before the pretty troll got hit again and wasted her heals. She gave a little wave and then hurried away, partisan knocking boxes away whenever possible.
For all her heroic efforts and deeds Voscil felt herself take a wrong step, her sneakers slamming into sticky, steaming strange liquid. Whatever the mystery substance was burned like hell. She screamed, batting at the steam before she was knocked down in an all too ridiculous sense sent sprawling across the factory floor into the clutches of the bot. Wailing in dismay as one slapped a label across her face, she saw her vision explode with a multitude of colors and dots as she wavered in and out of consciousness before falling limp for a moment to the ground dazed by the sudden impact to her thinkpan.
Eostre was pleased to receive a bit of kindness from a seadweller girl. She looked a bit familiar, maybe someone she'd seen in the past, but now grown? Regardless, she was newly energized and ready to keep on fighting this damned packing bot! She grabbed some goop-covered objects off the conveyor belt and tried to clean them off as best she could, before they succumbed to the acid and melted into nothingness. It seemed to help a little, and what was salvageable was placed neatly in a pile with the other rescued junk some of the other trolls had done.
Eostre dealt 4 damage to the packing bot.
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Lorata keeps fighting the packing bot HP: 16/20 Damage: 6
Was it still targeting her? Lorata dodged another cardboard missile, stumbled to avoid falling into a puddle of the toxic sludge, and then kept moving to avoid the next incoming missile. Now that she'd saved someone, it stood to reason that there might be an audience now, and heroes didn't go down by bits of folded cardboard. She had to swipe at the next with her partisan again to keep it from hitting, reminded herself she didn't have time to worry about whether pretty trolls were watching if she was gonna do this. The next reprieve she spent throwing things off the belt again, but it didn't last long.
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