happy valentine's day!! hope it's lovely for all of you (especially my fellow aromantics <3)
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shoutout to pears best fruit easy
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eclipse!!!!
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thinkin bout how parrots live to like 80. good for them
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I think that's a good idea! From my understanding, Tiangou is a reckless, tunnel-vision type combatant while Constantine focuses more on strategic plans of attack since he's based off of an emperor. Please correct me if there's a different characterization you were going for, @Letter Bee:)
As for a secondary focus, I can add magic damage to Tiangou if that works. I would recommend buffs for Constantine to add a little inspirational leader/general flavor.
@Penny I believe you roll a number of dice equal to your score in a particular ability! For example, my character has 2 dots in Study, so when I make a check with that skill, I roll 2d6 and take the higher number. If I had 1 dot I would roll 1d6, if I had 3, 3d6, etc. If you have no dots in a particular ability, you roll 2d6 and take the lower number.
The fire is almost a relief. Gone is the suffocating film of anticipation, torn away in an instant, in three instants as one—light and light and there’s the sound, late to the party but welcome all the same. Adrenaline fizzes in Silas’s fingertips. Good. Good, this is what they came here for. Quiet has its place, and it isn’t here. This was never going to be a stealth operation. That hope—that dread, really, privately—died when Cho-Tyrek fled the first system. Not a man who goes down without a fight. Or a few. Silas still has the blaster burns to prove it. Purely dermal at this point, but evidence enough that they can’t count on Cho’s recklessness to save them. The shots spin no wider than the bike’s sudden turn. Silas thanks his lucky stars he wasn’t leading the charge—perks of being a medic, he supposes. Coward.
Ducking behind a slump of garbage bags—this place must have terrible room service—he considers his options. The weight of his gun is reassuring enough, but there’s no way he’s hitting a target that far off, let alone a moving one. Does he jump down? No, no use trying to run after a hoverbike. He needs to be patient. Let the others do what they do best and make sure he’s fit to fix them up afterwards.
Right on cue, a dart whistles past. Nice to see Ijin as quick on the draw as always. Can’t tell if he met the mark from this angle, but it’ll be a hell of a leg up if he did. Nasty cocktail. He should know—it seemed damn near lethal when he first read the formula. Still, he supposes ‘near’ is what they need. He makes a mental note to thank Jackev again later.
Peeking around the makeshift cover, Silas can’t help but notice the mass on Cho’s back. Strange. He’s been far too evasive to have been travelling with a child, so what…?
Silas rolls a 2 and a 6 to Study the figure on Cho-Tyrek's back.
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