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CLEANERS
  • Honest
    • Tough Love: Refuses to act unless ??? or ???
  • Yasu
  • Cam
  • Nils
  • Emma
TARGET LIST
  • Lion-headed Ringleader [HEALTHY] [2]
    • ???: ???
    • ???: ???
  • Half-Man Sized Car [UPTURNED] [?]
    • ???: ???
  • Elephant-headed Unicyclist [HEALTHY] [1]
  • Elephant-headed Trapeze [HEALTHY] [1]
  • Clown with Accordion Arms
  • Clown with Oversized Axe
  • Clown with Undersized Mallet
Special characters have special qualities that may be hidden until they become apparent.
Undetected characters can freely act until detected, but can only take one action that would reveal them.
Elite entities require multiple actions to fell and have special (possibly unknown) characteristics.
Greater entities may require multiple actions to fell.
Lesser entities can be slain by a single action.
Destroyed entities are usually out of the fight
[state] denotes their current state and [#] denotes how many actions they can perform each round.
> {Name} denotes who the enemy is currently focusing on.




With Niid boldly leading the way, Niid and Cam found themselves in front of the heavy door. Thankfully, Niid had taken something that relaxed him rather than a pure stimulant. Nobody had kicked the second set of doors down as Honest had done to the entryway. The heavy door opened without a sound and revealed the next room to Niid and Cam.

Opposite of the entryway was a mixture of theatre and stage. Far above the entry group, a projector without a reel buzzed while illuminating a tapestry screen. In turn, the front half of the theatre was given light. The top half of the walls gave way to balconies full of seats. The ground floor was much more sparse; the seats that had survived the scavengers were long since reduced to an uneven rubble.

There were six entities that they could see near the stage.

An unconcerned ringleader with a lion's head paced the stage. It growled at a non-existent audience as if to narrate a performance. The lack of response of the nonexistent crowd was interrupted by the ringleader cracking its whip and pacing to the other side of the stage to repeat itself.

An elephant-headed figure on a unicycle rode in circles on the stage while juggling three bowling pins. Perhaps "on a unicycle" wasn't the most accurate description; its lower half seemed to be the unicycle itself with flesh making tire and bone making spokes. The bowling pins were made out of similar organics.

Another elephant-headed figure dangled from the roof above the stage. Following its rope-leg up to the roof revealed something distinct: the roof had been covered by a web of flesh and party streamers. The flesh made sense, but the party streamers were new

In front of the stage lay three half-man sized clowns and a small upturned car. The three clowns seemed to push and pull at the car. The clown with accordion arms was the most involved as it pushed and pulled. Its arms made that signature sound that filled the building. The other clowns--one wielding a large axe and another wielding a small club--were no help in returning the car to its upright position.

The existence of these figures was confirmation that something was in this building. Supernatural occurrences in unpopulated areas usually confirmed the existence of a relic. It was either that or a hiding immortal. Sometimes it was both.

Thankfully, the shadows had allowed their entry into the theatre room to be undisturbed. Not one of the entities had noticed them open the door.

Honest had followed Nid and Cam. She entered the room and stood against the wall opposite of the stage. When someone looked at her, she gestured her head at the stage as if to say "deal with it already." She wasn't exactly keen on doing the dirty work when her job was to look after the kiddos.

Though maybe Honest should have kicked the entryway to this room in too. The door probably would have cleaved the three entities on the stage in half.
Back from my personal sabbatical.

This introduces us to combat. Or an introduction to the combat scene if you wish to close the door and explore the stairs first (I won't hang people up on this since I skipped the last week; they lead to the upper balconies of the room ahead and the locked projector room).

Each character can take up to three actions. If you want a definition, consider an action being "something that could change the state of something else." Moving around and speaking are free as are things that wouldn't really alter the scene in meaningful ways.

If you extend yourself to do something beyond your limits/do things in absolute desperation, that takes two actions.

You don't have to take three actions. Any unused action means that you're better prepared to react to what the enemy is doing (as you're not overextending yourself).

If you're undetected, you can take one really good action (that would reveal you) for free and the supernatural won't be able to harm you for it. Alternatively, you can ignore this and just do 3 actions like normal, but the enemy will respond normally as well.

If everyone's undetected, you can just leave the encounter. Might be important in the future, might not be.

There's three enemy types. Elite, greater, and lesser. Elites have special properties (as written), greater entities are just strong bunguses, and lesser entities are mooks to balance the action economy. If you attack an elite or greater, you write an attempt (ex. you swing at them). If you attack a lesser, you can just straight up kill them in whatever way you want.


Rin's only thoughts on the bus was that it was a shame. There was no fixing up that bad girl. Maybe if they tore out everything when the fire stopped, she could convert it into some kind of shelter. Or she could pull it apart for the precious scraps of metal that adorned its frame. Well. She didn't really have any ideas now. It was something she'd have to think about. Thankfully, Rin being at the back of the bus combined with her disinterest let her ignore an inconvenient truth held within.

That someone had died and their corpse had been burning.

Perhaps it was better to not think of it at all.

...

Well, no sense in standing around. Rin always hated that. Standing around. Nothing interesting happened when people stood around. After all, they had the threes of survival to follow. What were they? Three minutes without air, three hours without shelter, three days without water, and three weeks without food?

It was probably about three minutes since they crashed. That meant that the air was probably fine. That meant that she had to work on shelter! They only had three hours, after all! Of course, the part that Rin didn't care enough about to remember was that it was three hours in extreme conditions.

She'd already got to work on her own.

In true Rin fashion, she hadn't told anyone about her plans for shelter. She just immediately went to break some branches off of the weird trees. She'd leave being affable to the more social members of her class. For now, at least.
Lucian

~1440 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE

Unfortunate as the falling lights were, Lucian had neither the processing power or time to try to help strangers. In all fairness to him, he didn't even see the lights fall down either. He was too busy watching as Vera was being roasted (he was praying for her right now) and he was being charged (he was praying for himself right now).

Lucian, however, had a trick up his sleeve to deal with his draconic foe. Well, it was the same trick all reapers had. Lucian was not exactly a man built for fights. His magic was much too fickle and indirect for that. Instead, Lucian possessed an item that was the only thing someone needed to win a fight.

He had a big stick.

The smokey gem on his finger erupted into his infamous pool cue. Had Lucian been more intelligent with more time, he would have set out a trap. Some pool balls on the floor for the horse-sized skeleton dragon to run over and trip on. Unfortunately, Lucian was not that intelligent. He ended up just holding out his pool cue to jab at the charging monster. Rather than an honorable battle cry, he more was letting out battle yelps.

"Eerp!"
Actual update post will be on Monday since I have recovered a bit.


Maive thought it was a good thing that she helped Verity back up. With the toad landing on where they once were, Verity would have, at best, eaten the things that the toad's landing kicked up. Her thoughts were quickly dashed when she looked back and saw Victor being struck by the toad and Sofia being grabbed by the tongue.

Doubts clouded Maive's mind.

Should she have gone to help Victor pick Sofia up?
Would Verity be fine if she did?
What if she warned everyone that the pier was slippery?
Had she not tripped and dragged everyone with her?

Her pulse quickened. A nervous and stressed heat bubbled over her. She felt herself about to cry once again.

Are you snivelling in the face of another tragedy?
Crying seems to be what you do the most.


A voice resounded through her mind. Maive clenched her fists in response, her nails leaving imprints on her palm.

If you truly care for those around you...
Wouldn't you be more than a servant left to fate?
Concern does not solely lie within compassion.
You should know this.
I am thou, thou art I...
Shall we avert this tragedy together?


Maive's voice first came as a mumble.

"I cry..."

Her voice became louder.

"Not just now... Every night."

Finally, she was practically yelling.

"I just want to see my family!"

Maive's arm stretched towards the toad beast that swallowed Sofia. Her eyelids squeezed out every last tear that had welled.

"Persona!"

A torrent of wind spun around Maive and made her loose-fitting clothes flutter. Electricity crackled off her skin, power barely being restrained.

Something appeared behind Maive as the winds coalesced into a physical form behind her: a cocoon of manifested gales. Once fully formed, the cocoon exploded and unleashed a forceful pulse. A ghostly figure obscured by a cloak of storms was now in full view. Its dour expression was hidden except for a single eye that looked upon the beast with contempt. Six ephemeral hands joined Maive as they pointed towards the toad beast.

Instinct took over Maive as she clenched her fist. The ephemeral hands vanished back into the winds rapidly converging upon the toad beast. Once again, the wind gained form: a hand as large as the toad beast. The wind assailed it from all sides, the newly-formed hand gripping the toad. It was an attempt at freeing Sofia by treating the toad as a squeeze toy.
I'm going to delay my next post until next week. Personal reasons.


Man, the smell of gas was a familiar one. It reminded Rin of the truck she rigged together. Though, "truck" was a bit of a misnomer. It was more of trailer that had half of a motorcycle strapped to it. It definitely wasn't road legal, but it let her haul bits and pieces around her family junkyard. It always smelt like gasoline. You know, she loved that thing. It made her life a whole lot easier. Such a shame when it finally caught fire.

Like a catapult that had its restraining rope cut, she shot up from her collision-induced slumber having instantly gulped down her sick. The smell of gas was a good thing when she was working on vehicles. It was considerably less good when she remembered that she was on a school bus. The crash had put her on a floor. She always took a seat next to the aisle near the rear. She didn't like being trapped by another person.

Her bag of tools had, thankfully, been saved from the brunt of the impact. It was a tough bag that Rin made herself. She wanted a bag that could hold pounds and pounds of tools without so much as a stress mark. What she ended up with was a thick behemoth of nylon, polyethylene, and enough plastic clips to keep the bag shut no matter what.

Though, this bag was also a curse. It being permanently attached to her meant that she had a wicked bruise from her shoulder, across her chest, and to her hip. It was like a bruise from a seat belt. Something that she now sort of wished buses had more of.

Her backpack full of her dailies that didn't fit in her pockets had found its way to the front of the bus. Well, not like she'd miss anything in there. Just some schoolwork--something she only vaguely cared about--and other boring things.

Of course, there was a hidden blessing to this disaster.

Rin finally got to open the emergency exit.

The emergency exit was always something that tantalized Rin. There was just something so hypnotic about it. It was the forbidden fruit of the door industry. Something that tantalizing couldn't escape her interests. Incidentally, that's why Rin sat near the back of the bus. Just for that opportunity to open an emergency door. She'd even watch tutorials on how to open them. A strange fixation, but a fixation none the less.

Even though Masato had yelled for Kondo to open the rear, Rin was already at the door with proverbial spit on her hands. She grabbed the latch and put her entire body into it. Her bamboo shoot arms and legs meant nothing when she had knowledge of levers and was currently converting her body into one. Give her a large enough rigid beam and fulcrum and she'd move the world. She'd open this door and skedaddle on out with a full send. Twice the exits, twice the amount of throughput. She'd leave it up to the other back of the bus kids to bring out other people. She had her bag and was doing the door.

Unfortunately, this deep interest also meant that Rin didn't bark orders for the other kids to get up and out. She was dead set on opening the rear exit.

Fortunately, the Ito twins had begun to recover from their impact induced confusion. They were sportsmen. Hearty in the body. They could handle being hit. Well, Kunio could for sure. His childhood was as a crash test dummy. The other one? He had a good skull. As resident frontsitters, they attempted to help bring the more disoriented front of the bus kids out.

Kumi's large stomach proved to be a weakness. She let out her sick against the wall. If it was any solace, the smell was covered by gas and it would be purged by a blaze of petrol and cinders when she safely left the bus.

One would hope.
@OwO Why can't our characters touch the carpet with theirbare skin??!!


It's gross theatre carpet that was designed with stain hiding patterns.

Characters can touch it if they want. They just have to live with the knowledge they touched something that is very much sticky.
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