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 Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:28 pm
No powers, no flame. Just gravity, a falling sword with little guidance. It sliced in fairly well, all things considered, weight and sharpness driving it in, leaving a long, bloody wound on the Blob from the top down.
EDITED IN:
The fires seemed quite effective on the Blob. The wound quickly turned black, it was smoking, very thick, as the flesh like substance smoldered and burned away. It was shaking about uncontrollably, flailing its arms in the air wildly, with no real direction as it tried to retreat out the door, to the outside, away from the sword, and the fires.
((All good now.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:31 pm
Quote: Vahn's 'power' does not make the sword aflame. The sword does it on its own. I received a pm that said my marble would affect my strength. Not my gear.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:33 pm
"Owle? Marbles are where?" Rage sent telepathically. It seemed it'd be easier this way than having to yell across the cathedral. He was still feeling drained, and wouldn't be able to do much at all until he got hold of another marble.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:37 pm
So since Owle succeeded in her run like hell, she made it away from the Blob and snatched up the bag she had dropped when she had first shifted.
From it, she pulled out two things.
A dark purple marble, and a bottle of rubbing alcohol.
"Vahn! Catch!"
She wasn't getting any marble sense from him, and remembering what had happened to her a moment ago, she had a feeling he'd need a new one.
She hurled the Attack Deficit through the air at him, praying her aim was true.
Then a book of matches materialized in her palm.
"Inside! Get past the blob thing! Or by a window!" Owle shouted back at Rage.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:43 pm
"********..." The words slurred out, as Vahn seemed to have lost the strength to even keep his jaw together, talking like some retard.
He landed awkwardly, partly cushioned by the inky s**t-thing that was this blob. However, as it was struggling all over the place, Vahn couldn't help but give a few more swipes, like some angry drunk at the retreating thing.
"Whossaa dun it nooow, George!"
Then Owle beaned him right in the head with a marble, the initial contact of which seemed akin to trying to jumpstart a car up, giving Vahn back his motor functions for just half a second, enough for him straighten up and give the finger to the ceiling above.
To the powers that be.
However, it caused him to fall the rest of the way back down, as the marble fell too, and he was once more reduced to weakness.
Gotta....get... ******** only Owle could pull his pants down!
And with that, hands were already working on his jeans, fumbling with limp wrists and the like.
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:44 pm
The woman had left...and as tempting as it was to shoot at the new target, stealing other's fun wasn't really her game....So Annie left, heading back the way she came... arrow
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:57 pm
Vahn scored some more random hacks, mostly on the arms the creature was using, and several more small, smoldering fires started up as it left the doorway, and was just outside the Cathedral.
It reared up, going vertical so it was nearly standing 5 feet deep, 10 wide, and 20 tall. It's arms latched onto the building, just above the doorway, and the creature was convulsing as it continued to burn and smoke.
((Time til death by current injuries only: 3 Turns...))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 11:59 pm
It was at this moment that Rage focused deep within, finding his inner strength to do one of the most important things he could do in his lifetime.
Shield his eyes from having to see Vahn pull down his pants in middle of a cathedral. The golden statue of Jesus was probably crying by now. Even so, Rage's left eye twitched a little.
Managing to stumble to the bag of marbles, Rage flopped onto the ground and reached inside. Maybe he'd find something useful....
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:03 am
Rage would find a Dasher, and Owle would strike a match.
Vahn and Rage were both fireproof, so the only one she needed to worry about right now was herself. She wanted that thing to stop moving.
After twisting off the cap of the bottle of alcohol, Owle would hurl it at the base of the creature, running closer to make sure she avoided hitting Vahn this time.
The lit match would soon follow the bottle.
Boom?
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:09 am
Popping the Dasher into his shoulder, Rage felt a sudden and rather abrupt sense of rejuvenation. He felt like his wings could touch the sky, and he didn't even HAVE wings. No wonder Owle was so chipper earlier.
He bounced to his feet with almost supernatural speed, watching the shiny bottle and the shiny flame like a kid with ADD. "Coooool..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:10 am
Boom.
Big badda boom. The alcohol wasn't much, but some of it was on the Blob. And the Blob, well, it seemed especially vulnerable to it, as the match hit, and everything went firestorm.
When the explosion cleared, there were Blob bits outside, and on, and even a few that cleared throught he doorway, inside the cathedral. But none of them were moving. ALl of them looked like they'd been cooked extra crispy. All charcoal.
And there, outside, the Marble that had been within. As well as a twisted, blown up 'spear' that Owle had improvised.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:13 am
"Alright, let's do this!"
He shouted even as he jabbed a finger forward, and flamberge across one shoulder. Standing there, with the altar and giant crucifix behind him, casted in some form of unholy light, was a pantless Vahn, who was facing the doorway where he'd last seen the thing.
Apparently he enjoyed going commando.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:15 am
Owle...blinked.
For a while she stood there, stunned, staring at her own handiwork, not knowing what to do.
"That...worked?" she asked, bewildered at this strange, strange turn of events. What the hell was this strange bizarro world she had wound up in, and when did she get here?
And why did Vahn have no pants? gonk
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:17 am
After the explosion, Rage was far too busy playing with the fire around him like a kid in a puddle. Maybe a little too busy. In fact, he seemed to be making the fiery masses grow....
"Shiny..." he said absentmindedly, sending waves of fire to pews, chairs, rafters... anything that would burn. He started giggling like crazy, ignoring the pops and cinders around him and generally causing burnination across the cathedralside.
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Posted: Sun Feb 04, 2007 12:22 am
"ah...nevermind." He couldn't exactly see anything remaining of...whatever the hell it had been that was there to begin with.
However, he did see Rage suddenly get stupified and start messing with the flames.
"Hey, stop that. Where do you think we are?" He asked, motiioning with the hand that gripped his sword, only to send a gout of flame shooting outward in the direction.
"!"
With a new marble placed on his a**, Vahn's strength had returned, and with it that oh so famous will power.
He had to get a handle on himself and exert control again-- otherwise hed be flaming left and right.
Unfortunately the fire was already starting to spread throughout the church even more now.
"Dammit!"
Grabbing his pants, and running forward, he tugged on Owle's hand, getting the hell out of there and spotting the marble on the ground.
He'd pick it up of course.
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