Lime’s whole body rocketed forward with a lurch as his eyes saw just what was the force behind the strange winds as much as it was a part of it. The beings he’d been told about, to be wary of, held nothing in his heart but fear and contempt. They were shades, fake things made in reflection of their betters. Betters such as the youma, (even the ones that were rather disgusting and an affront to nature aside).
One of them managed to grab his arm and hew cursed loudly as he fought to escape their clutches. He couldn’t drain them, rather, they drained him. A few fell under his struggles, but for the most part, they left him weaker, and in a place like this, it wasn’t something he wanted to be.
Vladamirite: 6+2+8+4=20 WC: 355
As the dark negaverse agent with a terrible name now that it dawned on him what season it was and how he should expect a few jokes at his expense, Vladamirite charged forward against the wind as best as he was able. Or, what he thought was just wind at any rate. It was less wind and more tangible. It was what he’d been told to avoid, wrathes, shades, whatever you wished to call them, they were the pawns of the dark mirror, and they would feed upon him as well as any other they might encounter. They managed to chase him down a fair deal, and he howled in annoyance.
Scabbard drawn, he did his best to fight them off but it was not for much. They’d slowed him, and he grunted knowing his future fights with them would have him feeling a bit… lesser to say the least.
Pyrite: 1+8+10+4=23 WC: 384 Oh how she howled, oh how she screamed. Her rage at the ordeal that was this mirror hell was not going to abate any time soon, and she had a rather pointed gaze to any that she could see. Senshi, knight, her own allied negaverse agents. They all were at fault for her being here, clearly. They should just fall over and die so this place could be sated and she be allowed to leave as was her right. A beauty like her did nothing to deserve this. As her heels clicked, she found her pace slowing as an unfamiliar touch graced her arm. It was not painful but- Screeching, Pyrite swung at the wraith, seeking to kill it. Yet it held fast, draining her, stealing which she’d stolen for herself. The woman was even more incensed, grabbing it and smashing it to the floor with a hate filled curse before launching herself at the ones that stood in her path. By the end they certainly had taken their toll on her, but, she was not one to simple allow herself to be used in such a deplorable manner.
Castor: 2+3+8+12=25 WC: 500+ Castor could put up with a lot of things when dragged to places he hadn’t planned on going. But random attacks and no host? Now that was just a party foul on Leto and Remarque’s part. “HEY, CAMO.” He welled out as he beat back a few wraiths. “CAN YOU AT LEAST GIVE A GUY SOME WARNING BEFORE YOU TRY SUCKING HIM DRY?”
She’d scowl or slap him if she was nearby. He hoped she was, because at least then he might get an answer.
Pollux: 10+8+11+12=41 WC: 348
Pollux was the champ at getting himself lost at attacked. This was nothing new. However, in this scenario it would seem he did have one advantage, and that was perhaps his own tenacity. He refused to simply allow himself to ¬¬¬become a meal for wraiths as they came upon the senshi of frost. Growling out several colorful phrases in Italian, the man punched through far too many, knowing that to show any hesitation would likely result in him being more than held up. It could spell trouble to a rather dangerous degree. He’d not have overly long to tarry here in what he assumed was perhaps the realm of mirror senshi, (if what Castor had told him was anything to go by). This was a place of chaos and danger, and the more time he spent here, the more likely he was to be killed for his transgressions.
Alphard: 4+3+3+6=16 WC: 467
With a bad punch, (not just one), Alphard figured he was in for a bad time. The fact that he was most assuredly lost was the least of the senshi of night’s problems as he fought to make his way forward to well. Where ever it was that he was headed. He hoped it was the exit because man, if he was headed for the entry he was not going to be happy with himself. Or with his fate too, (given everything he’d encountered so far in this weird smoke place with no hookahs or good vendors). As the senshi of night rounded a corner in his route, he found himself confronting what at first he assumed was a youma. But as he punched it, it shattered and he realized- nope. Not a youma, worse, he had a vague idea that maybe he’d just punched somebody’s mirror self and whoops they might be dead. “uh.” He looked around him noticing more of the strange beings closing in on him. “So, you guys come here often or is this just a sort of party I crashed because wow sorry mates, did not mean it I am more than happy to leave if you’d all just show me the door ya know?” They did not show him the door, rather they showed him that he would probably have to keep fighting is way out. Or he could die. Technically that was an option too.
Spacewatch: 4+8+3+2=17 WC: 499 Space watch nailed it. (not really). Actually she was pretty sure nearly falling off an edge was not in the game plan and she really ought to avoid that fate if at all possible. By pretty sure, she did in fact mean very, really, absolutely sure, because oh man she was NOT up to death to take her just yet. She had a family now, broken and strange as it was but it was her’s. Even if family meant now a crazy cat that insisted it was old when it was not and the potted cactus you named James Hendrik the 3rd, (because the first two had met their untimely fate by being jostled off their little stand and onto the floor).
Spacewatch was determined to live and see herself back home, ready to scoop up Arthur in her arms, coo at him, pet and brush his fur and tell him how much she wanted to go get ‘at least’ fifty McNuggets for all this terrible emotional yoputh trauma she was going through. Because clearly, all this deep emotional trauma could be cured with fast food chicken tendies. (In her mind, very little could not be cured emotionally with chicken nuggets but whatever). Struggling against the sudden onslaught of the wraiths made her cry out, feeling them take her energy from her in a rush, and she wanted to scream. So, as she fought, she screamed loudy.
Polydeuces: 1+6+5+4=16 WC: 444 He still had no idea what was going on. In fact, Poly was pretty sure that if you took him and even bothered to explain just exactly what was going on, you’d find he was so far gone he just had given up trying to understand it all. The guy hardly understood the whole deal with being a senshi, let alone saving people and having a world and all that weird jazz about having once been a part of something but also not. It was all very complex, all very greek tragic, and all very boring in hindsight. But as he thought while running away from the currently chasing weird beings of smoke and shadows and reflections, he really should probably pay attention to what was going on in front of him rather than what he was thinking like he had some kind of leisure to do so, (he did not).
The wraithes caught up to him far too quickly, and with a startled cry, he fell and they swarmed him. His energy was depleted by the time he managed to fight a fair number of them off but the damage had been done. He was weaker now, more tired. He struggled to get up for a moment before he realized if he did not, it was possible he could be killed here. That he very well could die here unintentionally. And death? Death was a pretty strong motivator for getting the senshi of glaciers moving once more.
Alum: 1+1+4+2=10 WC: 484 Alum wondered why everyone liked to pick on him. Was it because he was cute? Was it because he was not a normal senshi, (okay maybe, that was usually a reason people wanted to fight him in general but really, they shouldn’t. He was just doing Metallia’s will at the end of the day, couldn’t they understand that? He was just doing what he was told! Gosh people got made over the wrong things sometimes. It wasn’t like he was going out on a random killing spree except when he… you know. Was told to do. Once). The senshi of Abyss was a fairly rational person when he was not thinking about his service towards the greatness that was his esteemed and wonderful leader called Metallia. He liked to think he could be a fairly good person. The problem now however was not that he was a good or bad person so much as it was he was fighting things that were winning against him, and, most assuredly not people. They were something else, and in his mind, he knew they were picking on him for whatever reason. That had to be why they kept choosing to swarm him and only him after all.
Scowling as he fought back only to be overwhelmed and wanting to just lay down and die, Alum huffed. None of this was fair. None of it at all.
Paris: 8+6+10+9=33 WC: 500+ Paris was tempted to cry, (just a bit). First, he is dealing with the fact he was going to probably have to face the whole fact that he was mildly behind on his studies already in school. Then he had plans he had to call people about. Plans with people meant socialization which he was bad at and gosh why did he have to make plans and everything this was terrible. But then? THEN? Then he got sucked into the weirdness that was this place and he’d started running to find and exist, gotten knocked around like a sad rag doll, and after that little diddy, he was being chased down now by what he could only describe as very very angry floaty space dust evil reflective shade wraith mirror people from another dimension.
And unlike the mirror dimension in comic books, there was no Doctor here to help, (nor a dormamu or whatever that villian’s name was but Paris was glad that was all fiction…. He hoped at any rate. Becoming a magical knight of the planet who was named after a death god was pretty wild when he thought about it too hard).
Point being. Paris was having the jitters something bad, and as he ran trying to flee the ever closer growing swarm of likely death and pain, he prayed to whatever god would listen to just once let him have a week in peace. Not this week obviously, but, maybe next week? That would be pretty darn swell you know?
No answer from and divinity, Paris yelped as a hand caught his shoulder, spinning and fist slamming into what he thought might be considered a face for the creature that had chased him. It crumpled and shattered fairly promptly, but he did feel like it had done something to him. Not wishing to find out what else it might do, Paris looked around him frantically trying to think of a way to escape the oncoming horde.
The solution was a fairly simple one. Keep running.
His eyes scanned the best they could to see what was ahead, pinning faces to names as Oberon gave updates on the rest of their little groups where abouts. Skadi was up ahead? Hopefully she was doing ok... it felt like they'd been lucky enough to find even a few from the group in the sea of people that were forced to struggle onward at such a quickened pace. Vi was eager to make sure that everyone who he'd met so far, who had been nothing but kind to him, were reunited safely together! So what if he didn't have the help of his senshi powers.
A goal in mind, it helped with focusing. And this sense of comradery that was so foreign and new to him... It ignited a sense of purpose in the boy. Oberon's concern was met with Vi's signature bright smile, freckles bunching gently from the expression, "Nothing a little ice can't help with later." he assured in a lighthearted manner. This was a heavy, and serious situation... but his best course of action was always to try and bring some air to the thick tension they were dropped into.
However, with the powerful wind gushing madly with little restraint, the lithe Vi struggled to keep himself grounded. What with how sinewy he was as is. But bless the stars, he was grateful to feel the sturdy hold granted by Oberon, that kept him grounded. His hair whipped past him, eyes clamping tight as the strong gust shoved along him, feeling his shoes work hard to keep him from slipping too much. Managing to peek an eye open, he could see that luckily Oort too had been given a hand by the determined Oberon. A 'thanks!' was chirped over the powerful breeze, as his eyes squinted around to try and spot out Chara. He made an attempt to reach, and bend towards the other member of their gang, even splaying his fingers as far as the tendons would allow, in attempts to get a hold of anything of him.
He was just out of reach. Just BARELY. If only he'd been a little longer in stature... Prepared to call out for Chara, hoping the other would be able to hear him and inch a biiiiiit closer, there was a darkness that swept into his vision, distracting and startling him. It made Vi stumble back a little closer to Oberon and Oort, eyes widening as he witnessed the strange figures now circling them. What... were those??? He'd backed up so much that he'd bumped into the two senshi he was attached to, shivering as one of the dark forms slipped right through him effortlessly. All too quickly he began to feel weakness, his knees wanting to buckle, and eyelids drooping with those long lashes feeling heavy. "What.... is happening...?" he murmured, as his energy was being sapped from him at an alarming pace. The hand that Oberon had taken hold of turned to grip onto the senshi's shirt for added stability, as Vi could feel himself losing strength.
These things... these weird, ominous creatures were hungry, feasting like gluttons. Free hand swatted and shooed at the wispy beasts, fending them as best he could from his two companions, feeling some of his energy returning to him as the engorged ones were done away with. While he'd unintentionally leaned a little too much on Oberon when he had been enduring the draining, he shifted his weight as soon as he noticed, giving the poor guy some space as he kept up his smacking away the shadows. Pesky things!
Quickly, he looked to Oberon and Oort, "We have to fend these guys off, I know there's a lot. But we gotta keep pushing forward!" he tried to shout over the clamoring and chaos that only increased. They had to make sure Chara and Skadi were alright!
Eternal Scylla - Bottom Path, Minor Wind, Kung-fu-fighting
As the larger senshi's hand was torn from Scylla's grasp, the senshi of the Kraken spun to try and grab her again. But Kalli was struggling forward, still on her trail; Scylla turned her attention back to the front, then paused, as something brushed against her. Through her, making her head spin and the bile rise in her throat. Ghosts? No.
Wraiths.
They swooped after her again and again, and it wasn't just Scylla. All of them were under assault. Everyone was in danger. She could try and use her power, but the path was too rickety and narrow. There was nothing for her magic to latch onto that wouldn't cause more harm to the people fleeing for their lives than good. (She could try, but then she wouldn't have any backup if and when she made her way to the end of this path and tried to do a curb stomp to whoever was causing this ruckus.)
Her fist smashed into wraith after wraith, and she continued to smash her way towards the end of the path, furious.
More than a piece of her mind would be given, she decided. So, so, sooooo much more.
Lucifer Force
KALLIIIIIICHOOOOOOOOOOOOOORE
+2
8 or higher: The wraiths attack but you have the advantage; you manage to hit enough wraiths that the majority of your lost energy is restored. Despite them charging through you, you still progress at a fast pace!
Captain Titanite - Top, Moderate Wind, Getting nommed by dementors
She had thought she was doing okay. Not great, but she wasn't dead yet, falling through some crack in the ground or off the side or getting shoved off by someone who was able to move faster against the wind and was unwilling to die because some tall bluenette blocked too much wind. She had thought, perhaps, there might be an end in sight (figuratively) for them.
Instead of an end that came in sight, though, it was a cloud of mirror wraiths. As many of them as there were youma in the rift, an overwhelming force that pelted the people running for their lives, rushing around them, through them.
Titanite had never felt so drained, so cold. Was this how her victims felt? Exhausted, like they had lost half their day in moments it was suddenly hours past bedtime, with dawn in sight. She flailed at them desperately, made contact with one or two. It wasn't much, but each one was a small sip of coffee, warming her freezing body enough to drag herself another inch forward.
She at least bought the people she drained small comforts- blankets, drinks, dinner. The fact that some were violated like... this? It bothered her more than she could put into words.
+1 1-3: The wraiths overwhelm you and drain you significantly; you are feeling lightheaded and stumble a few times. You manage to break a few wraiths, which returns some energy to you; while you are able to keep moving forward, a nap sounds really good right now.
Chibi Charybdis - Straight and Narrow, Strong Wind, Having a yucky day
Ahhh! More little wraith things like Mewdile had! But these were not shaped like bunnies and were not trying to lead her out of a hole. These wraiths were not nice. These rushed through her small, narrow body, wrapping around her with the wind and making the wind even chillier. They wrapped around her and pulled, and it was like... it was like bedtime. Really scary bedtime. She didn't like it at all!
"Bedtime isn't supposed to be scary!" she shrieked it at a wraith, kicking out with one ballet-slippered foot; the wraith almost seemed surprised as it broke. Giulia felt better. Was it because she had kicked a wraith? That seemed so.... violent.
But it made the mean things go away, as exhausting as it was; Giulia stuck close to the body in front of her, smacking out at the fwooshy-ghosts as she could.
4-7: Swarmed by wraiths, your energy depletes rapidly. You are able to take out a decent number of the wraiths, restoring a decent amount of your energy to you. You manage to keep moving at a moderate pace.
Imbrium of Castor - Top path, moderate wind, Kung-fu-fighting
Step by Step. Day by Day. Don't know what this magical s**t is, but in the future shriek NAY. It was a stupid mental poem that reinforced Pythia's desire to NOPE the f-ck OUT. Whatever this bullshit was- she had not been prepared. Was not prepared. Would probably remain unprepared for a goodly long time.
Her frisbee was in her hand, and as the swoopy whatever-the-frack-they-were creatures came in, she smashed out with it, beaning one on the head, then another. The exhaustion flowed in and out likes the tide- out, as they swooped through her body, and in, as she smashed them to smithereens.
It was making everything considerably more difficult, and she didn't approve.
Mirror wraiths are surrounding you, slowing progress and draining as much as they can! You need to keep moving forward, but you need to get them out of your way! Roll one ten-sided dice to determine how your character progresses!
8 or higher: The wraiths attack but you have the advantage; you manage to hit enough wraiths that the majority of your lost energy is restored. Despite them charging through you, you still progress at a fast pace!
Isolda allowed herself to be gently pushed down the path, if the other Senshi hadn't shown up she probably would have been stuck in place until the path crumbled under her. Which wasn't fair considering she was currently holding Hania and trying her best to protect him. She took a deep breath and tried to believe what the fellow pink Senshi had to say. They would definitely see them again. Kaye was going to watch out for Alex. Isolda had to make sure they made it through this to be reunited with them.
"I'm Isolda, by the way." It dawned on her that she had no idea who the other Senshi was. And instead of introducing herself she had just cried like a baby. This whole magical girl thing was a lot harder than she had really thought it was going to be in the beginning. It wasn't supposed to be a cake walk, but you had to admit this was a lot for someone new to process.
The net thing she knew they were being attacked by this incorporeal monsters. The Senshi in front of them tried to fend them off, but somehow Isolda was still drained quite significantly. She managed to break a few of them, they were like glass after they drained enough energy from her. Afterwards though, she was definitely wore off and had made so little progress. She just wanted to be done with all of this already. How much more could she take? She was already quite emotionally drained. Now it took some serious effort to just move one foot in front of the other.
Total: 10 + 1 + 4 + 2 = 17 The wraiths overwhelm you and drain you significantly; you are feeling lightheaded and stumble a few times. You manage to break a few wraiths, which returns some energy to you; while you are able to keep moving forward, a nap sounds really good right now.
Hvergelmir was caught off-guard when the winds buffeting her turned into something else -- a sudden onslaught of living shadows, pushing not against her but through her. She considered the potential danger and struck out, trying to keep the shadows at bay. They broke beneath her hasty swipes, thankfully fragile: and, hoping to get past them before they could potentially re-form, she raced onward.
Captain Quartz
If there was one thing Quartz had experience at, it was shadowboxing. Normally it was less literal than this -- but, faced with living shadows swooping through him, he fought on instinct. The wraiths, no match for a resisting victim, shattered without doing him any notable delay.
8 or higher: The wraiths attack but you have the advantage; you manage to hit enough wraiths that the majority of your lost energy is restored. Despite them charging through you, you still progress at a fast pace!
Ida felt the chill the first time a Wraith rushed through her, and gasping, she stumbled to a halt, a hand pressed to her chest. She blinked, watching the shadowy figure rush away and suddenly the coldness came again, along with the sickening feeling of being drained. She knew the feeling too well... it drew feelings of panic, of helplessness... and anger. It swirled in her chest, firming the set of her mouth and flashing in her eyes.
Drawing back, Ida threw up a hand and glowing petals fell in it's wake.
"Heavenly Orchid Arrows!" She cried out as she grabbed the glowing bow that formed from the petals. Drawing it back, she let it go at a cluster of the Wraiths as they fled from her and it rushed forward with a roar, exploding in light and pressure force to shatter the monsters.
Energy rushed back, and newly determined, Ida pushed forward, forcing her away despite the wind pushing back.
As the wraiths passed through the young woman with the pink and purple dyed hair she lost her footing and stumbled, dropping to her knees. The last time she had felt this worn, this tired was when-- was when........
Katrina Halloran couldn't think. She wasn't even sure that she could make herself stand again. Maybe she didn't care. Maybe she would just slip... off... the.............
She jerked slightly, shaking her head while making as close to a low growling noise as she could. Somewhere up ahead she thought she heard someone calling her name. Danny. Danny. He was still in here somewhere. He'd gotten stuck here, just like she had, trying to figure out where she had gone. It was going to be her fault if something happened to him.
With a low groan she pushed herself back up to her feet, sluggishly lurching forward.
Hopeite couldn't react, not due to lack of the means to due so, but simply because she couldn't understand what she was seeing. What were those things? By the time she realized what was happening to her, too much of her energy was already gone and it was too late to fight back. One or two wraith broke before her wildly flailing limbs, but in the end it wasn't enough. She gasped for air and fell to her knees, weak and aching from her long fight.
Until movement caught her eye.
Harmonia was teetering on the precipice of toppling over the edge, frozen in time for what seemed like forever. Hopeite watched her, poised to fall but stationary all the same, the look of horror on Harmonia's face mirrored on her own.
And then she fell.
Hopeite's body was pushed forward by a sudden surge of energy as she launched towards Harmonia, trying to catch her but failing. She was gone and Hopeite was left with this sensation of failure. Well that... simply wouldn't do. This place... whatever it was... had taken her prize from her. Rage boiled within Hopeite's gut as she watched all of her hard work topple down the drain. Whatever was at the end of this path.
Of course there were monsters or something in this place... Taking a deep breath she put all her weight onto her toes and broke out into a sprint. "Haa!" Letting out a cry Ananke punched and kicked, her hair wiping around her as she hit most of the wraiths that managed to get to her.
She let out a breath as she kept going by the time she made it out she felt alright and kept on going on her path. But with still no exit in sight she was beginning to wonder how they were all going to get out of this place....
Total points- 5 + 6 + 3 = 14 + (8+1) = 23 The wraiths attack but you have the advantage; you manage to hit enough wraiths that the majority of your lost energy is restored. Despite them charging through you, you still progress at a fast pace!
Out of breath, the young man paused for a minute to regroup both his thoughts and his energy... just in time, y'know, to see the ghost looking things suddenly attacking the people out in front of him. What in the world were those things?
They were silent, unlike the people shrieking and yelling and trying to fight back against the body-less monsters. Some of the cooler, more superhero-like individuals were using magic... which Danny would have found to be beyond cool, if it wasn't for the fact that one or two of the monsters had turned to focus on him instead.
Hands dove into apron pockets for anything - pen, paper, his wallet.... a boxcutter! He'd been doing inventory earlier and managed to forget that he'd left the device in his pockets!
The small blade didn't seem to do much good, but it kept one or two of the creatures at bay. A few managed to pass through him, taking the wind from his lungs in the process. Twisting around to follow the latest spirit, eyes fell on a familiar face behind him.
Kat!
"Hang in there, Halloran!" He yelled, making his way past half a dozen others to get to her location. Another ghost managed to seize the opportunity and pass through, Danny suddenly feeling weak in the knees and... well, not very good at all. Still, he pushed through. "Kat - Kat, christ, are you okay?"
Skye Starrfyre
He's coming! Not that it's much help!
First Roll: 10(-1) = 9 Second Roll: 5(-1) = 4 Third Roll: 10(-1) = 9 Fourth Roll: 6 (-1) (-2 to stay with Kat) = 3 = 25
"Don't fret, Snacks. I'm not going to let anything get you."
As if cosmic forces decided to test that statement, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the catman heard a series of screams up ahead. Sure enough, their journey was far from over - and it looked like something had joined them as company for part of the trip back.
Wraiths, dozens - maybe even hundreds of them - were swooping and diving through people left and right. Judging by how people were reacting to the wraiths passing through their corporeal forms, they had an energy-related purpose to their visit.
Crap.
Claws extended out as the fur on his ears and tail began to stand up. He hissed and clawed at the wispy things that dared to near, but a handful still managed to pass through the Mauvian and his self-appointed charge. Each pass had him feeling weaker and weaker, but his determination to fight back against the ghost-like creatures at least had them still moving - for all of a few seconds.
Despite his bared fangs and drawn claws, the wraiths were relentless and he noticed Charlie slump down in the corner of his eye. Turning tail, he crouched over the small girl and grabbed on to her protectively - sans claws, of course.
"C'mon Snacks... keep that chin up. Aren't you the one wearin' the rose colored glasses around here?"
He needed those glasses, right about now... especially with him feeling oh so tired....
Guine
Bob is a walking jinx, sorry Charlie sad
He's also decided to nickname her Snacks, I don't know where it came from, sorry again Charlie.
let me know if she rolls lower and I'll adjust my post to keep up with her! Adjusted count/post!!
First Roll: 3(+1) = 4 Second Roll: 2(+1) = 3 Third Roll: 5 (+1) = 6 Fourth Roll: 5 (+1) (-3 to stay with Charlie) = 3 =16
One arm moved down to help yank the angry Russian up, resuming their awkward, hobbling stance shortly thereafter. Rob could count probably twenty, maybe fifty other things off the top of his head that he'd rather be doing at that exact moment than assisting some young a*****e who liked to take pot shots at him at every turn as they both worked to get their asses out alive from wherever it was they'd ended up.
"Talking keeps me distracted." He finally offered in response, wincing slightly at the sheer weight of the fully grown man next to him, "We could use a distraction right now, before we end up ---"
Okay, what the hell was up ahead?
The lawyer thought it was a trick of the eye at first, a shadow passing through one of the stragglers ahead of them. Then another swept through them, the person stumbling and falling to their knees, looking even more pale and fragile than before.
It was like some stupid CGI from a horror movie, only it looked less stupid CGI and more horrifyingly real as one of the creatures flew towards them. Wispy, haunting ghost-like monsters were whooshing nearby and Rob felt his grip tighten on the teenager he clutched to.
One passed directly through him and Rob felt himself suddenly growing more tired, or was K suddenly growing more heavy?
Glancing over to his companion, he found himself fairly shaken at the prospect that ghosts were suddenly real things - real and apparently vicious.
"G-Got any suggestions on what to do, macho man?"
Even if K had ideas, there wasn't enough time to implement them. Spirit after spirit passed through him and Rob felt himself growing exhausted. Like, stay-up-all-night-reading-depositions level of exhausted. And scared. s**t, he was actually stupidly scared of whatever the hell was going on.
Fingers dug into the waist of the younger man as his knees weakened. It was a wonder how he hadn't ended up dropping the poor kid by now. Eyes closed, he took a deep breath as his chest heaved.
They could still do this... they could still get through this....
Right?
Nuxaz
poor K. Rob is staying with your butt. Guess you're really the unluckiest guy, huh?
First Roll: 10(-1) = 9 Second Roll: 4(-1) = 3 Third Roll: 10(-1)(-2 points to stay with K) = 7 Fourth Roll: 6 (-1)(-2 points to stay with K) = 3 = 22
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