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Skye is still scrutinizing the holy monstrosity when some other god shows itself. She turns away from the light, lifting her cloak to shield Ricky's face and her own. "Men I can handle," she mutters. "Beasts I can handle. Why this, Mother?" She thanks her lucky stars (all four of them) that neither is probably pretty enough to draw divine attention.

Trickie said:
Her mood now improved significantly, Gemma returns to the convoy, again taking the long way to avoid the religious ruckus that had no doubt gotten infinitely worse in the 2-3 minutes since she saw it last. After waving to Big Dan to make sure he knows she's back, she throws her pack back into the back of the truck, scrambling on board behind it. "Alright flower child, I'm going to need your help on this one..." she says to Skye, sitting back down next to Ricky's body "Your buddy here needs to be awake to take his pills, and it has to be orally. If this truck is going to be moving, having an IV bag back here is just asking for trouble, and trying to make it into a suppository, well... I'd just rather not make it into a suppository." She takes out some antibiotics and some painkillers. "What I need you to do is to help keep him from going into shock. He'll probably be in pain, so just try your best to soothe him, tell him that he needs to take these pills. You seem like you should be charming enough to keep him calm."

She looks up, suddenly, realizing something. "Wait, he's not gay is he?"
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Skye blinks. "Flower ch..alright. I know nothing about him, but gay's got nothing to do with this." She fumbles a bit with the painkillers. Damn childproof bottles. "He'll take these—" the cap flies off "—things if I have to force-feed them. I'll try, anyway. Whatever you do, healer, bring no harm to the chimera." She glances over her shoulder. "It doesn't care about us just yet."

She shakes a few pills into her hand. The first step here...maybe the step she should've taken a long time ago...would be healing Ricky's EP. Or throwin' up some ego armor if that isn't an issue.
 
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alex_theman said:
"Why the fuck is there a Arch-vile and a Baron of Hell here?! Oh well, I'll wait for doomguy to co... Donte? Could you powerbomb that goat thing!?" Ben screams.
I referenced Doom, screamed my thoughts, order donte to do something stupid, and broke several grammar rules. Also @Randall Fragg , notice me.
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I respond with a whole hearted "yes" and go in for the kill
would i like, roll for this?
 
WonkeyDong said:
I respond with a whole hearted "yes" and go in for the kill
would i like, roll for this?
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I'll roll for you.
With a surge of adrenaline and WWE Wrestlemania, you launch yourself into the air and powerbomb the demon in the head. He collapses on the ground in pain. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN, THAT AIN'T COOL!"
It seems that a small religious war has begun, as the Catholic and Protestant missionaries are now brawling with each other. A few of the crowd members begin cheering them on. Most are running around screaming their heads off or cowering in fear. The angel is attempting to calm them down, to little success.
 
Sir Reginald does his best to look heroic and calm realizing he completely misunderstood the situation. "Yes, it seems my work here is over and justice has been served." He tries to sneak his way out of the ruckus and back to the caravan with his bike horse.
 
Randall Fragg said:
I'll roll for you.
With a surge of adrenaline and WWE Wrestlemania, you launch yourself into the air and powerbomb the demon in the head. He collapses on the ground in pain. "WHAT THE FUCK MAN, THAT AIN'T COOL!"
It seems that a small religious war has begun, as the Catholic and Protestant missionaries are now brawling with each other. A few of the crowd members begin cheering them on. Most are running around screaming their heads off or cowering in fear. The angel is attempting to calm them down, to little success.
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can i go in for the pin?
 
Slurms McCorgi said:
Skye blinks. "Flower ch..alright. I know nothing about him, but gay's got nothing to do with this." She fumbles a bit with the painkillers. Damn childproof bottles. "He'll take these—" the cap flies off "—things if I have to force-feed them. I'll try, anyway. Whatever you do, healer, bring no harm to the chimera." She glances over her shoulder. "It doesn't care about us just yet."

She shakes a few pills into her hand. The first step here...maybe the step she should've taken a long time ago...would be healing Ricky's EP. Or throwin' up some ego armor if that isn't an issue.
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"Just one of the antibiotic tablets and two of the painkillers." Gemma says as she leans back and stretches, her old body producing a cascade of cracking and popping noises as she does, letting out a sigh as she comes to rest leaning on her pack. It was evident that 'being able to kick back an relax for a bit' was definitely one of the reasons she put Skye on this task. "And get him some water too, would you?"
 
WonkeyDong said:
can i go in for the pin?
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Sure. With a rush of pure, righteous fury, you headlock the demon, spin him around, throw him into the dust, and pin him. He's screaming about how he's an innocent bystander. A group of people have gathered around and are actively cheering you on.

Burned Man said:
Sir Reginald does his best to look heroic and calm realizing he completely misunderstood the situation. "Yes, it seems my work here is over and justice has been served." He tries to sneak his way out of the ruckus and back to the caravan with his bike horse.
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Fortunately, the crowd is so riled up that they don't notice your courageous retreat.

Speaking of the caravan, Big Dan has decided that it may be a good time to pull out before the shots start coming. He starts yelling at the crew to get back to the caravan. "Hey, Powerbomber, are you coming with us?"
 
Randall Fragg said:
Sure. With a rush of pure, righteous fury, you headlock the demon, spin him around, throw him into the dust, and pin him. He's screaming about how he's an innocent bystander. A group of people have gathered around and are actively cheering you on.


Fortunately, the crowd is so riled up that they don't notice your courageous retreat.

Speaking of the caravan, Big Dan has decided that it may be a good time to pull out before the shots start coming. He starts yelling at the crew to get back to the caravan. "Hey, Powerbomber, are you coming with us?"
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after reaching the 3 count, i turn back to dan and say "yes"
 
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Randall Fragg said:
Speaking of the caravan, Big Dan has decided that it may be a good time to pull out before the shots start coming. He starts yelling at the crew to get back to the caravan. "Hey, Powerbomber, are you coming with us?"
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"Sure, why not? I would love to get away from this madness."
 
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Trickie said:
"Just one of the antibiotic tablets and two of the painkillers." Gemma says as she leans back and stretches, her old body producing a cascade of cracking and popping noises as she does, letting out a sigh as she comes to rest leaning on her pack. It was evident that 'being able to kick back an relax for a bit' was definitely one of the reasons she put Skye on this task. "And get him some water too, would you?"
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Skye nods and goes to work at once. With the meds held tight in one fist, she rummages through her belongings for water. Nothing but dried fruit, tangled fishing gear, and an empty ritual water skin. Of course.

If Gemma has none to spare, then . . . . She squeezes into the cab through the rear window ("Hello.—Farehorn? Farehorn. Hi."), returns with a satchel she can only assume is Ricky's, and dumps its contents onto the floor.
 
Slurms McCorgi said:
Skye nods and goes to work at once. With the meds held tight in one fist, she rummages through her belongings for water. Nothing but dried fruit, tangled fishing gear, and an empty ritual water skin. Of course.

If Gemma has none to spare, then . . . . She squeezes into the cab through the rear window ("Hello.—Farehorn? Farehorn. Hi."), returns with a satchel she can only assume is Ricky's, and dumps its contents onto the floor.
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There's a battered canteen with clean water in it, along with several odds and ends. Most notably is a grainy photograph of a large metallic structure in the middle of a body of water, surrounded by small boats.

WonkeyDong said:
after reaching the 3 count, i turn back to dan and say "yes"
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The demon dissipates in a cloud of smoke, and you rush back to the truck. The convoy quickly evacuates from the mayhem. As you pull away, you notice a hand clinging to the side of the truck. It's the bathrobe guy, who's trying to pull himself into the truck bed.
"Thank Dec you have rescued me! I'm sure agents of the computer god started that riot in an attempt to silence the truth about the worldwide gangster conspiracy...I don't suppose any of you would be inclined to help me into the bed of this here truck, would you?"
 
Frickin' frack, I forgot we'd put Ricky in the sedan. Oh, well!

Skye scoops up the knickknacks and puts them back into the satchel. She barely glances at the photo before slipping that in as well. What a revolting display of hubris. Just feeling the glossy surface sends a shiver down her spine; something tells her she should give it more thought once its owner is back on his feet. Maybe the photo itself is calling? Now there's a creepy thought.

Now to revive Ricky. That was his name, right? She kneels beside him, gives him a little nudge with both hand and mind. "Ricky. It's time to wake up, brave."
 
Randall Fragg said:
There's a battered canteen with clean water in it, along with several odds and ends. Most notably is a grainy photograph of a large metallic structure in the middle of a body of water, surrounded by small boats.


The demon dissipates in a cloud of smoke, and you rush back to the truck. The convoy quickly evacuates from the mayhem. As you pull away, you notice a hand clinging to the side of the truck. It's the bathrobe guy, who's trying to pull himself into the truck bed.
"Thank Dec you have rescued me! I'm sure agents of the computer god started that riot in an attempt to silence the truth about the worldwide gangster conspiracy...I don't suppose any of you would be inclined to help me into the bed of this here truck, would you?"
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I kick the guy in the face
 
Sir Reginald sits in the back of the truck and attempts to wipe the blood of the murdered innocent of his armor. "Oh heavens, what a mess." After he cleans what he considers enough of the blood, he takes out one of his meals. On the packaging for his meal is a note that says "Have fun , Love Mom." Sir Reginald quickly crumples the note and hides it before digging in.
 
WonkeyDong said:
I kick the guy in the face
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He falls to the ground and is left in the road. You hear him shout something about "negrodic jew nazis" before he fades into the distance.

The rest of the trip is uneventful. The terrain gradually changes from dusty praire and desert to forests and wetlands. As you pass through the plantations and mills of Sugerland, you can get a glimpse of the faded, skeletal skyscrapers of Houston, and the coils of filthy smoke rising up from the refineries. Already you can taste the bitter smog on the wind.
Aldric opens the rear window of the truck. "Oy, we're gonna be coming inta Houston soon, you might want to get yer masks ready. The air in filthy round here." He slows the truck to stick an antique respirator over his face.
(It's going to be assumed that you all have dust masks, cloth masks, or some other filtration device, if you desire).
"That's betta. Now, I don't know if any of yeah have been to Houston recently, so I just wanna give you a heads up. Be careful what you say, and who yer seen with. The Ulstics are fighting over the city, and most of it is under martial law by one side or another. The local tribes are pissed to hell about it, and the Ulstics aren't too tolerant of anyone tryna speak out against them. If one of their goons hears you sayin something they don't like...well, you might want an escape plan."
As the convoy draws closer to Houston, you begin passing military encampments and artillery positions. You eventually come to a checkpoint, which Big Dan breezes through by flashing a few papers at the guards.
Eventually the caravan arrives at Depot Bravo, a Senton Ulstic controlled trade depot in West Houston. The van is unloaded, revealing crate after crate of ammunition, grenades, machine guns, rifles, coilguns, and even a few plasma weapons, all of which were hidden in crates of food, clothing, and other non-shooty goods. These are delivered to the Ulstic forces in the camp, who pay the caravan. Afterwards, Ricky is taken to the small hospital at the depot, and the rest of you are invited to a round of drinks at the local bar, Shotgun Ned's, to celebrate and receive your pay.
Everyone except Gemma and Donte receives the agreed upon pay of 100 "dollars" (the way money is handled, it's not actual currency but small,valuable items such as alcohol, spices, ammo, scrap electronics, duct tape, and other things that could easily be tradable. The 100 is a simplified way of explaining how much purchasing power you have with your valuables)
Ricky only receives 50, because the remainder was used to pay for his medical treatment. It's enough to get him home after he recovers.
Donte, you only receive 50 because you were only there for half the journy.
Gemma, you receive 175 for your medical services.
Of course, you could attempt to barter for more, if you desire.
 
Sir Reginald is more than pleased with his share. He only joined the caravan for transportation in the first place. While a man of his position shouldn't be drinking with commoners, he realizes the local alehouse would be the best place to learn the goings-on of the realm and accepts the invitation.
 
Ah... I guess we managed to shove the pills down Ricky's throat or something then? Oh well, he's taken care of, that's all that matters.

Gemma watched the exchange between Donte and the man clinging to the truck, clucking her tongue as the poor guy's figure disappeared into the distance. "Kids these days. Didn't even have the decency to give the poor bastard a one-liner or something." She spent the rest of the trip keeping a low profile on the bed of the truck so the wind and the dust didn't bother her too much, and to better keep an eye on her patient. At Aldric's suggestion, she puts on a cobbled together cloth mask with a flat filter sewn into the front.

She thought for a moment about bartering for more pay, but seeing the truckloads of heavy weaponry she decided she wasn't confident enough in her bartering skills to avoid getting them angry. Besides, there was a promise of alcohol, and the bar here was bound to be much better than whatever the fuck they had at that shitty truck stop she ended up in. "You coming fairy girl?" she shouted at Skye, who she seemed to have taken something of a fondness to.
 
I dont barter, as with regeneration i dont exactly need as many medicinal supplies or shit
 
Skye's mind has taken off again. All noise around her has faded, all bustle just a blur, as she concentrates on nothing in particular. The sound of Gemma's voice snaps her out of it, and she silently follows the others to their new destination. Her battered hunting mask prevents her from inhaling the worst of the smog but, sadly, does nothing for the smell.

After combining her remaining starting value with the pay, she now has...159 somethings! She sets 42 aside for boozing and blows the rest on a second water skin, a first aid kit of her own, thirty feet of rope, a bicycle (!), and an extravagant meal of fish and wine. The less of this bartering stuff she has to carry around, the better.

...Oh wait, do I need a Pilot: Bicycle skill to use the dang thing?
 
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