[@Tengri] the pair of would be heroes recoil from Warbird, at first and only for a moment, before reasonably gladly taking the breathing assistance. Mark [u]Guilty[/u] and [u]Insecure[/u]. This is hell, a dream, a [i]nightmare[/i], must be. The feeling is overwhelming, nearly unbearable. Anne wants to scream, wants to cry, wants to break down, shut down, let it all drift away, --, but she doesn't. Nucleus puts her hand on Anne's shoulder. This is not to say that she in an emotional sense feels her sister put her hand on her shoulder, you can see, feel, smell your sister, --, and for all intents and purposes, she is floating there next to you. This would normally be some freaky shit, because you know in the logical lizard brain computer mind that she couldn't possibly be here, in this building or at the bottom of the sea, you just talked to her while she was speeding down the Turnpike like ten minutes ago, but right now it's more comforting than anything else. You feel the world around you slipping away, the low whooshing of flowing water along with the emotions floating downstream. Warbird knows that this is not okay, but for right now she allows herself to slip into the machine aspect of her psyche, allows her sister to guide her, --, and right now, she's whispering something faint in Anne's ear. "-ehi-- -ou, be---d y--," [i]What?[/i] just as the thought crosses your mind, of course, a different part of her mind puzzles it out. Just then she feels herself pushed aside, forcefully, and flicking back to reality sees that an appendage twice as thick as any arm is currently wrestling it out with puke boy. It seems that it must have been headed for you, and in the distance you can see that at least three more are on their way towards you. It's dark, murky, almost impossible to see, but from the silhouette you don't think this seems like anything friendly. Out of the corner of Anne's eye she catches sight of the girl, panicing in response to her friend engaging a sea monster in melee without knowing how to swim, attempt to, --, wait... [i]What the fu[/i]--, is that a tail!? "N- T-me," Warbird, still hovering behind you whispers seemingly without caring about how sound operates under water, and you know she's right, --, time to worry about how the girl seems to have grown a snake like tail from where her legs used to be and what looked like fangs later. She was clearly engaging the monster, had wrapped her, '[i]tail[/i],' around the tentacle puke boy had been wrestling with and ripped it clean off in one fluid motion, and not Anne or her sister who probably wasn't actually there, so this seemed far more pressing. 

Ken: 
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1386]8[/url] 

Talia: 
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1387]Unleash: 9[/url] 
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1388]Engage: 12[/url]

[@Ermine] the woman said nothing, the expression on her face didn't change a smidge from generic smart ass faux-bored smirk, and didn't stop or even slow her pace in response to the casual nature of her opponent's mention of having seen through her invisibility, though Berserker knew what she was thinking. [i]How the hell!? Damn sensors... Super, obviously. Should deal with her quickly. The blaster? Nah. She has axes. Haven't had a good melee in a while, the harpē[/i]. The harpē was an ancient, magical sickle sword. It was also directly linked to the first of the steps that would be required to ever release Cassiopeia, --, Talia, from her doom, and should this woman die in the melee it would almost certainly ensure that Sophia's future teammate's doom would indeed take her one day. Circling her foe for a second the woman opened her mouth, uttered a single syllable as if she was going to begin the normal, "I will be your doom, [b]hero[/b], this will be where you [b]die[/b]!" speech, but, --, what's this!? She instead darted faster than most could possibly have reacted to in time forward and to the direction opposite that which she had been moving in her circling, drawing her blade while slashing in a single motion aimed low, toward Berserker's legs, raising her mirrored shield high with her left hand in preparation for a potential counter attack. Of course, Berserker saw all of this coming long before it had ever happened. Then again, that didn't mean that she had the physical strength or dexterity to match a legacy the likes of her opponent blow for blow. Roll 2d6 for my satisfaction, --, on an eight or above Berserker has her opponent figured out and measured up, at least enough not to fall prey to a sneak attack that she saw through from the beginning, and on a seven or below mark afraid and take a minor cut on one of her shins, your choice, --, it won't cause any real damage to her, but it'll scar and be totally obvious whenever she's wearing knee length or shorter skirts and shorts, swimwear, whatever, then role regularly to do whatever you please with your turn. 

The Perses: 
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1385]8[/url]

OOC: I originally typed your name as Ermione, like Hermione, which I totally think should be a nickname. :D

[@Raijinslayer] the hunger and the anger grow within, though you find yourself helpless to fulfill either. As Gamma lunges for the throat of the Wascaly Wabbit she finds that, with a simple sidestep and jutted elbow, not only did she not find her mark, but she was sent slipping, and then crashing, into the wall, landing unceremoniously on her ass. Okwaho has fallen silent, apparently unnerved by the situation enough to feel neither anger or pity toward you. Mark [u]Angry[/u]. You yourself, however, see an opportunity. 

[@Grey] "splat," red, sticky, wet awful burst from the left shoulder of the rabbit headed freak, spattering the floor, the walls, the ceiling, more blood then it would seem to a casual observer that there properly should be. You are not a casual observer. You know exactly how much blood was shed, and that the loss in blood pressure would have dropped any normal humanoid. That doesn't change the fact that, to your terror, you watch the blaster in her right hand moving upward centimeter by centimeter, frame by frame as if the world around you had been plunged into slow motion. The blaster is being trained, on you, --, and you can see her finger moving to pull the trigger. Mark [u]Insecure[/u]. If you cannot defend yourself, you have no doubt that she will fire on you, and, somehow, you know she [u]isn't[/u] going to miss. 

[@Raijinslayer] the overwhelming iron aroma overwhelms your senses, and the rabbit headed freak bends at the shoulders for just a moment, but it's enough. Okwaho at last speaks, parroting back to you the same thoughts flowing through your own mind. "Take the rabbit, take her now! Before she turns with fire and thunder, on [b]you[/b] daughter of wolf and woman!" The urge is total, the knowledge absolute, --, the rabbit must be taken now! She is not looking at Gamma, and any attempt to catch her unawares before she can fire on the human woman before her or, spirits forbid, turn her fire and thunder on you receive a +2 bonus. If you fail the role the rabbit will seriously harm her, of course, so no pressure. 

Rabbit Headed Freak: 
[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1383]9[/url] 

OOC: Our friend the rabbit was seriously harmed, but hasn't yet been legitimately taken out of combat. Grey's successful Unleash bullet role has kept her firing role from affecting anything until after your turns, giving you both an opportunity to disable her or in Grey's case defend yourself. [@Grey] I put down [u]Insecure[/u] as the marked condition for Nova because you'd already picked afraid. [@Raijinslayer] I stated [u]Angry[/u] as your condition because I don't know if earlier, when you mentioned marking Angry for Gamma of what I think I remember as having been of your own volition, if you actually, well, did or not. If you did mark Angry of your own volition, you don't have to mark another condition. If I made you mark it and have for some reason forgotten all about having done so, mark another condition, and if you didn't mark it earlier then, of course, just mark it now. 

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In case there's any confusion as to the manner in which I'm posting IC details in the OOC, I intend for the IC of this thread to read kind of like a comic book. Basically I'm using the OOC to explain the result of dice rolls and whatever, and expecting you to in the individual, "panels," read posts, explain in a narrative what happened, what your characters saw and experienced and did in response to these stimuli, and then the eventual result of whatever you tried to do would be explored in the next post IC, getting ultimately resolved at the end of the, "issue," read chapter. In my mind it's kind of like watching these little clips like the moving news article pictures in Harry Potter following each of our characters post by post with all the meta stuff kept to the OOC. I'm pressed for time at the moment, so I'm leaving my IC stuff for Saturday when I'll actually have the whole day off to write and can catch up on everything, but feel free to continue with your own posts, I hope to have lots to respond to on the weekend.