Dizzy, and having a very hard time actually being useful against the body that was pinning Dean down, Dottie turned a slow circle to see if there was anybody or anything that could help.
Of course, Nash was trapped too, so that was no good.
She let out a frustrated sound, smacking the flat of her blade against a gloved palm. Where the hell was Tobin? Little jerk had better have been okay.
"I'll be back, Dean. I'm gonna find some ******** help." Maybe she'd stumble upon whoever was handing out those bandages.
Scrambling away (she hoped she'd be able to find her way back), she caught sight of something out of the corner of her eye. Curious, she moved towards it, realizing it was a cave of sorts, a shelter, and that there were several other hunters already inside.
"TOBIN!" She yelled, spotting her brother. Ducking inside, she stumbled to him and sank down beside him, and then leaned heavily against him, just glad to see he was alive.
"What a s**t show." She mumbled, wrapping an arm around him.
Frankly, there was little that Mimsy could think to do in the moment beyond staring at Robert in shocked disbelief over the incredible series of events that very rapidly led them to being undressed in the Sahara.
She blinked, appeared to be processing this, and broke her silence by leaning over to conspiratorially whisper: "I think that it is making a suggestion. Strongly so."
Maybe the Titan wouldn't hear.
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2, 1Total: 3 (2-16)
It would be easy to listen to her. To run, to turn tail and flee even though she was in need. He wasn't cut out for all of this, not really. Leslie was just some kid that had handled life so poorly he'd wanted to stay this way.
(He didn't know for sure. But he did know how to read the clues of what he'd become, knew what he'd already endured. Knew that every soul had a breaking point, and how close to it he must have veered. It's almost worse not knowing. He still won't read his mission reports.)
"No," he said, sullen despite his shaking voice, "I won't and you can't ******** m-make me, so just--"
Too bad Caelius had other opinions. Suddenly flung high into the sky like a ragdoll, Leslie screeched much like a bat, flailing in midair. Aleria in hand, he dug the base of her into the space between two carapace plates on the gigantic ******** centipede he was sliding down. It didn't take once, didn't take twice--
But the head of it, blue-crystal and thorns, wormed its way in and took root in something fleshy. It stank of toxin this close, and unnervingly of rotting bodies. But it was FEAR, this creature, and a lot of it. Aleria drank from it like a creature dehydrated, and they had plans.
They had done nothing to the creature itself, but Leslie knew that he had another heal rattling around in his bones, trapped in frost and leaf and cold, cold metal.
Leslie landed in a heap of rags and bones and overwhelmed teenager, heaving and wheezing, sending sand everywhere. He whirled, looking for Sherry again, and moving.
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6. Someone grabs a hold of you - wait isn't that the Death lead - and you feel yourself being flung into the air and on top of one o the centipede carapaces. You cling for dear life as it descends slowly, and if you do not summon your weapon to hold on, will immediately fall off. If you do manage to hold on, you can try attacking the boss. Doing so will give you additional Fear charges, allowing you use use charges you depleted last turn. If you fall off, take -5 damage, it is a very long fall.
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hp: 30 dmg to centipedes; NOTHIN fear; RECOVEREDDD BBABYYYY
its me debz rolled 2 8-sided dice:
3, 7Total: 10 (2-16)
Why yes, she was running next to a ominous and large dark shape. It was very difficult to keep up when you were tiny and the thing you were running after was covering the very sky.
For now she managed to keep from getting hurt. How was this accomplished she wasn't sure. +5 to stealth maybe.
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Leslie arrived just in time to watch the last of the centipedes perish, Sherry putting them out of their miserable existence. She looked exhausted, and he wondered how many times she's done this. How many times she's looked into the eye of insurmountable odds and said to death: not today.
He scrubbed at his red, irritated eyes with a sleeve that only made things worse, adding to the sand. She looked...intact. Good.
"HI," he said, clutching Aleria tight in his arms, much like a child did to their teddy bear, only with a grimace written across his face. "s**t. I ********' Caelius just..." Leslie pointed at the massive centipede laying waste to...everything, and waved his hand some. "Threw me... You know what? <********' whatever. This is some dumb bullshit, why do I feel like this happens a lot
Jason was too busy attending to others to look at what was happening above, and he responded to the slow moving titan too late. He looked up to see the giant moving towards him, and before he could move it pinned him to the ground, the sheer size of even a tiny segment crushing him into the sand.
"Hngh!" He grunted in pain, wriggling to try and get out. He was stuck.
HP: 13
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The slow-moving body descends and begins to crush you. You need you and other players, to do 20 damage to it to make it move. You take -2 auto damage every turn you are not free (just you).
Kara remained standing, though she did fish out the water bottle she had and crack that open to take a swing. She kept looking outside, trying to see if she could spot others, though she also was trying to keep an eye on Brad to make sure he wasn't more injured than she figured.
Or to make sure no more creepy crawlies came from somewhere in the cave. Because that's just what they needed.
"Pardon, the what?" Her eyes narrowed a bit as she looked back at him, blinking a few times. Sar...lac..? "They might not have known the titan was here." Not that she was trying to defend the people who sent them out of the blue to the desert, but she also didn't know how things were done here and what was really to be expected.
Kara shook her head a little at his question though, looking down at her somewhat torn up and gunky leggings and boots. "Just some hits from when some of those centipedes burst earlier. I'm alright. A tad more concerned about your condition... and the people still out there."
She wasn't sure how she missed some of the others already in the cave--adrenaline? Too much else to focus on? Going blank?--but she jumped a bit when she recognized two from the lectures earlier. Rep and Lucky, if she was remembering correctly. Wait. Her gaze narrowed a tad in thought as she focused on the older man with the dark hair--was he shirtless? Why? Wasn't he the one Gale was yelling at when everything went crashing down? "Are you both alright?" She glanced back towards the entrance of the cave before looking back to the two way more senior Hunters. On multiple fronts.
12. A massive leg comes crashing down towards you, perfectly pinning your coat. You need to get rid of it! (No damage - coat)
Sonja spat and sputtered the sand from her mouth before scrambling to her feet. There was so much going on but she was certain she knew what she needed to tackle first.
â—ºNo, Sonja. You can't fight this! Retreat is our best option!â—¿
She grit her teeth in a deep frown. For once, he was right. This was too massive for them. FAR too massive. They needed to get the hell out of there. All of them.
â—ºYou are out of your mind!?â—¿
'And yet, you picked me.'
She didn't give her weapon any time to respond nor did he even have much of a time to as a enormous glossy black leg came up and down towards her.
"SHI-" She did her best to tumble out away from it but only managed to get her coat snagged by it, said action wrenching her back and causing her to sink into the sand just enough to get stuck. "Fuu- YOU KNOW WHAT!? YOU CAN HAVE SOME, YOU GIANT ******** wiggled her arms up, throwing her weapon ahead before yanking her arms forward, tearing the coat tails of her jacket and scrambling out and away from the leg.
And then she heard them... Tobin sounded alright but she was concerned about the others...
"MY a** WILL BE FREE FOR THANKING LATER, TOBIN!" She couldn't keep that one back. His pause had only made it that much more perfect.
She needed to see about helping anyone. Just to get away from this hell-hole.
11. You manage to avoid most of the chaos. It's just sand everywhere. A lot gets in your eyes if they are unprotected. (No damage).
Sherry was about to protest, about to tell him he HAD to when there was a flash of white and blue and black, and the boy was gone. Sherry was numb, and Caelius was gone before she could even yell at him. His fault, this was all his fault and if that boy died Sherry was likely going to get herself killed screaming at Caelius about it.
The wind picked up in Caelius's wake, or it just seemed that way. Maybe the centipede kicked up a bunch, because Sherry had sand in her face - in her eyes and her mouth and she coughed and blinked and spat to remove it. She was still rubbing her eyes, the tears now as much sand caused as sadness when Leslie, the boy whose name she still didn't know, returned.
"He did," she confirmed, smiling in happiness because Leslie was alive. It was a smile that was followed by a frown. "Because he's an a*****e with little regard for the lives of others. He's doing this for the greater good, but he's an a*****e." Mad as she was, the boy wasn't dead and Caelius...he WAS doing something for the greater good. The ring of gold on her finger itched.
"This s**t happens all the time," Sherry said, rubbing her eyes. "Stay close. We have to go kill a bug. It killed a trainee earlier and it's moving towards killing other Hunters."
Sherry looked around. "There," she pointed at where Ever and the thing that used to be Chase were. "Can you see it? The bug in the boy's chest? The other one can't see it, I think. But it killed him." She looked at Leslie, watery eyes and sand covered face not hiding her exhaustion. She felt better, but she was still a bit shaky, a bit cold. Armagnac was cold, too.
"We need to go kill it," she said. And with that she turned towards the pair of hunters, Ever and Chase.
"Run!" She yelled at Ever again.
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Sherry is poisoned and sees Chase as dead/a puppet of the bugs (it's horrifying ok) and is intent on killing the abomination/rescuing his poor body. If he speaks, she hears bug noises. To everyone else, he appears and sounds normal, because he is.
Robert was very bad about taking hints, unless they were coming from Mimsy. His face grew into a goofy smile, which froze in place when he saw what was coming for him. It snaked through the sand, lifted up into the air, and shadowed the sun out of view as it lifted up above them both. His eyes followed its movement, but he couldn't do much else beside wrap his body around Mimsy and shut his eyes tight.
So much for that suggestion.
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5. A massive shape descends towards you - you realize belated it is the body of the centipede and for a moment your legs seize up, and you can't move. You need someone to QUOTE YOU to pull you away (or, if nobody does, you can just take the -10 damage).
Peony was there, in the sand, still clutching her bag and her sword and jumping at any hint of a bug. Why did some people act like this was normal? Was this normal? Did she know she was signing up for this when she'd signed up? She wasn't sure, and some memories were still hazy, but Peony wasn't sure she'd have said yes if she knew giant bugs were involved. Not that she had any special dislike for bugs, but... these things were just huge.
She'd been wrong, though. They were not huge. They were babies. Little tiny babies. Because the thing that crawled out of the sand next was HUGE. Beyond that. It shouldn't exist. It shouldn't be. It was too big, too massive, too everything to be real.
No, Peony thought as she tumbled down the sliding sands, it's real. The sun and the sand and the pain were undeniable. All of this was real. Even that giant bug.
10. Something rams into you with the force of ten freight trains. You swear you've nearly shattered every bone in your body, if it weren't for your weapon. Lose HALF your remaining health.
She'd lost her giftbag. Lost her giftbag and swallowed some sand. There was sand in her eyes, her mouth, her socks - sand everywhere. She just needed to stand and find her bearings. She needed to get out of here, there had to be a safe zone, right? Or a place with others? One hand in the hot sand, her other hand tight around Reign, Peony pushed herself to her feet.
The sand shifted beneath her but her footing held. And then something slammed into her. Something massive and moving with more energy than anything had the right to move. Peony's small form was sent flying across the sand, the pain exploding from everywhere even before she hit the ground in a tumble.
Was she dead? She thought she might have died. She'd been hit so hard, and even as she finally rolled to a stop in the sands she wondered if she'd lived.
It seemed she had, but it still hurt so very bad. Peony was afraid to move.
