[Her voice comes like poured poison to his ear, honeyed and thick. Richie cuts a smile as his gaze drifts low.
Oh Sandy baby, you one in a million you. He really could have married you. Came close twice, hands itching passing the downtown jeweller's and sitting stiff next to your father at Christmas. Should I ask your permission, pops? Your daughter's sharp as a tack. Gets the first and last word in, lets the dope smoke curl out of coral lips as she lays down the differences between Maoism and Trotskyism, and he injerects and they spar it out, philosophize and fuck and lock together beneath the sheets wondering what the hell this world is coming to. It's no place to raise a kid, even if we make it official. And the news is coming out now about how dangerous an IUD can be, let me get the procedure. It's only a snip, better me than you.
Then sweet Sandy gets a sweet opportunity out east while Richie lands a hot gig right here in L.A., and isn't he just the biggest chauvanist oinker to be dragging his heels? (Words he'd use to describe the situation to his oldest friends over the carcass of a mid-tier Chinese feast.) And when the bellows were blown and the hurricane halted, Sandy packed her bags and left.
Later, when Richie was informed of his medical miracle — that the procedure took but then somehow reversed — he'd called Sandy to square it up. She was married. She was pregnant. And she'd laughed harder than she ever had in her life. "It's just so wonderful. This time the joke's on you. How many bastards have you sired since I came out east, Rich?"
None, actually, which was the second part of the miracle. Part of the tidy trick to set him up to come east himself, not to Washington but to humble old Derry, Maine. One of the moves made by some great force beyond, setting him and his pals up to be in prime shape to come on home. Kids would be too strong an attachment to sanity, he guesses, too potent a reason to decline.
Richie thought lovers might be too. Except four of the seven of them got married.
How's that for statistics, Rich? crows a hateful voice in his mind, hissing through a bleeding greasepaint grin. Sounds like you have no one to blame but yourself for being all alone. Quick, smoke up another pack, let the cancer take you like it took Mom and Pops! Quick, hurry on home kid! Come on down and face me like a man! Like you were born to. Raised in a feeding pen and led to slaughter, aren't you, you four-eyed fuck? Ain't worth shit else besides. Is that why you do all those voices? You just get so fucking sick of being yourself?
He feels quite cold all over. Grinning at the ground, walking behind with a pensive gait as Adolphe speeds up, as the other boys lose their minds in their own hellish quiet. The sheath of his katana rubs his hip with every step, and he feels so foolish suddenly. What do plan to do with that, chum? Roast shishkabob? Give it up.]
[With Adolphe running towards the light, he is the first one to stumble into a wide, spacious room. Devoid of any furniture, save for the tall candle holders strategically placed around the room and the beautiful candlelit chandelier on the ceiling, designed to provide as much illumination to this empty room as possible.
They can see the staircase leading up to the final floor on the other side of the room.
But while the room may be empty, it is not uninhabited.
Something big, ugly and monstrous descends from the ceiling and takes a swipe at Adolphe. Thankfully, it only rolled a 4 so it fails to gut him, but it still force him to move back to avoid the hit.
When the others make it into the room, they'll find themselves staring up at a 20ft tall chimera. The lower body of a spider, with eight, thick, hairy legs that taper off into claws at the ends. Sharp fangs dripping venom. Several human heads and torsos attached to its body, limbs flailing, mouths spitting blood and seawater, eyes staring at the group accusingly.
I regret to inform you that these faces do not belong to total strangers.
The eleven of them come together in one horrifying beast. It lunges at them with the intent to kill. Not the demon they are here to slay, but its guardian. One last hurdle they must cross to reach their mark.
Welcome to your boss fight! Please look at our discord channel for instructions of how we'll be tackling this.]
[ After moving back to avoid the hit, Adolphe finally looks at the chimera for what it is--a monster. He sees the several human heads and torsos attached to its body with the accusing looks. Accusing looks of what? What did he do?
No. No... He's did plenty wrong. Whatever he's done in the past life, he's paying for it now, he thinks. He must have been such scum back then, and perhaps he still is now. Maybe that has never changed. But when he locks eyes with Yves and Ceres--
Adolphe snaps.
He dashes to the chimera and he grabs Miguel's face to keep himself balanced, but it's barely enough when he tries to shove the lit torch onto Yves's face. Mushroom trip or not, Adolphe is finally going unhinged.
and tbh it feels like a debuff at the moment because
haki 🤦 communal dead malewife Request: [d20] Roll: [6] Result: 6
between the sight of the creature, the absolute whammy of memory and non memory and the mushroom soup of horrors, it is just too much. caris has been a monster taair's entire life. miguel is a cruel, vicious man. neither of them deserve anything like this, either way, and neverah -
it's all just too much.
anyway i am passing this round because as adolphe runs by, he just absolutely bluescreens mentally and no amount of cool and sexy au world ronin skills are gonna do much for that one ]
Except it actually is and Richie's first action is to burst out laughing. Big hyena chuckles, huge guffaws as tears of mirth race down his face. Why would it be anything different? Hello boys, hello girls, hey Eddie hey Sandy, hey every-fucking-body.
Then Adolphe is rushing in on the warpath, and his pulse spikes, brain pumps — just like Bill.]
Addy!
[And Richie rushes in too, blade drawn to slice the first head or leg it meets. Like how he'd wedged between Daigo and Majima.
plabby 📻 russia toaster Request: `[1d20]` Roll: `[8]` Result: `8`
[Adolphe trying to slam a lit torch in sweet Yves's face is truly something. We love an unhinged king even while I'm over here screaming YVES NOOOOOO (this is not the real yves)
Unfortunately, the creature rolls a 16 and parries his attack, smacking the torch out of his hand and sending it flying at one of the candle holders! This will become a problem for later, because in an instant, things start to catch fire as both as knocked to the ground... But they're not trapped in here. Not yet, anyway.
The body with Yves's face gives him a sad, confused look. Then, while this is happening, the one who resembles Ceres tries to rake its claws across Adolphe's face with a 10.
Then we have sweet Taair, who is too frozen to act even against his worst enemies. Unfortunately, the monster has no such reservations and it immediately tries to take a bite out of him with its big ass fucking spider mouth, rolling a 12.
The creature gets a crit fail against Richie's attack! In honor of this, Richie gets to slice through two of its legs. The creature loses its balance slightly, tilting towards one side, but keeps its footing while bleeding heavily from its severed limbs.
One of the remaining legs then tries to stab him in the face, rolling a 14. Watch out.
And the comes Hawke, rolling a nat fucking 20 right out of the gates. He stabs his naginata right into the spider's abdomen, causing it and all the men and women attached to it to scream out in pain and rage. With an 11, both """Leandra""" and """Anders""" try to deck him in the fucking face.]
[ wow i rolled really well even giving myself disadvantage!!!!! tch
it's not so much that he's too frozen to fight against them - it's more that he just won't. a pacifist to his core - even in this alternative life as a mercenary, the honed skills he has are his last resort. he prefers to heal the others when they are hurt, to tend to injuries, to use his charisma and intelligence to help them through battles and situations, and to stay in the back. to stop the fight before it even comes with his words. and in fact, as a ronin, it's actually rather rare that his sword ever leaves its sheath - he relies on the small wakizashi so much more than his actual blade. and in his normal memories, things are not much different. always ready to die more than he is to live.
however! getting bitten by a giant spider will definitely snap you out of dissociating. he does not even try to fight back, still just out of it, as it chomps down on his side - he makes a sharp, high noise of pain, and his memories flood with familiarity, a wolf and a mouth full of flowers, and to feel that same pain twice is pretty fucking agonizing actually so it is enough!
he just kind of swipes at it with whatever he can reach on his person. sword, wakizashi, whatever, he just attempts to hit it so it doesn't eat him. again. too many vores. its a 10. ]
[ Yeah, can you imagine. The guilt is going to eat him alive after this.
But it's fine, because karma comes around. The one who resembles Ceres rakes its claw across Adolphe's face and he can't see. His eyes hurt. Everything is spinning because he's still affected by that psychedelic soup. He's probably bleeding out the nose too. Bloody mouth. That sure is a claw injury diagonally across his face. (3)
He doesn't even pay attention to the fire that's currently spreading. All he wants is this to end. He just wants ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
He attempts to jam his katana into Ceres's face as well, but the blood is getting into his other good eye. He can barely see. (4) ]
[ RUDE. Probably deserved at any other time but not with through this nightmare scenario of haunting faces doing the punching.
he dodges, depth perception entirely fucked but somehow still in tact enough to serve him well (12) and in the same breath, pulls the wakizashi he's hasn't needed this whole time and swings sharply at the nearest of the two (17)
Richie rolls an (8) against the leg attack and, to commiserate with Hawke narrowly avoids being stabbed in the eye, but jerks his head in such a way that it slices diagonally over his face, as near a miss as you can get without needing an eyepatch.
This shoots his fury into high gear.]
Eat my ass, motherfucker!
[He's going to stab for something vital with his (20). Get dunked on.]
[Taair catches the creature across one of its multiple stomachs. Specifically, he slices across Neverah's soft belly, spilling blood all over the spider's side and his own face. It is nowhere near a fatal blow, though, and with an enraged look of betrayal on her face, Neverah tries to deck him in the face with an 11.
Hilariously, Ceres rolls ANOTHER nat 1. Adolphe's sword goes right through her face easily, cutting through flesh, bone and soft, delicate organs like slicing through warm butter. Immediately, she goes limp, falling onto him first and then dangling uselessly from the spider's side.
Enraged by the loss of one of its heads, the spider takes a swipe at Adolphe with one of its remaining legs, rolling a 11.
The creature rolls... yet another crit fail! Why were there two in this batch. Anyway, I'm gonna invert these for a round and say that Hawke easily cuts through the two nearest heads, Zhongli and Leandra, severing their necks from the rest of their bodies. Two down! Anders then tries to fucking knock him away, toward the flames that are slowly consuming this room, with an 11.
Then Richie rolls a Nat 20, slashing across the spider's abdomen. More blood pours out, accompanied by some of its intestines — but the creature does not go down. It's looking real fucked up, though, the faces attached to it pale with the blood loss as the remaining legs wobble precariously.
In retaliation, the spider tries to rip the sword out of his hands with a 15, at the same time trying to stab him with one of its legs (another 15.)]
[ cool!!!! well he has not recovered from week one, let me tell you that! at least the last time when he saw neve they didn't recognize each other and she didn't die so this is like a million times worse. and much like he did not fight there until he was quite literally forced, he's entirely horrified by the look on neverah's face more than he is being covered in blood. i do not know if he is still in its mouth or not but
she can just punch him in the face again, actually! what an improvement from being slapped (?) i rolled a 3 with disadvantage. wahoo ]
[ well. hawke, full of arrows and tripping absolute balls, is absolutely not steady on his feet and thus stumbles and trips backwards (7). the chances of him landing directly on the fire is not low.
that said he recovers well enough and the waki strikes out again, this time aiming for anders (18). pour one out for this poor fuck who once again has to kill the person he deeply cares about. ]
[Hatefully, he rolls a (4) against sword theft, so the spider may have his katana. Fuck you man.
But also he thankfully dodges the next leg stab with a (17), maybe he will survive this after all? Richie follows up with a strike at the hands that stole his sword, slashing with his wakizashi at a (16).]
[ When one wields a sword, the wielder can sometimes feel what the sword touches when it slices through the flesh. Soft, delicate organs. The flesh. The blood it spews do you really think you could have protected her when you can kill her so easily like this what kind of protector are you supposed to be you're pathetic you can't protect anybody you're useless so go ahead and die alone why are you alive and not them maybe you should die and stay dead how would you even reincarnate into a person after everything you did before go reap your karma because it's what you deserve but other than that you don't deserve anything else anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything anything
The end of the spider's leg pierces through Adolphe's torso. (6) His liver is probably fucked from this, but hey it's not vital, right? Right.
Adolphe isn't thinking, so he makes the wound worse by immediately making more movements, but this time, it might actually be more effective offensively. He attempts to slash through multiple torsos at once by putting all he has in the next long swing of his katana. (19) ]
[Wahoo! The spider is still holding Taair in its mouth, yeah. It wags him around like a dog holding its favorite chew toy, before letting go of him and sending him across the room at mach fuck. Watch out for the fire! Because with a roll of 14, Taair is being sent across the room and landing real close to the flames.
The spider once again rolls a Nat Fucking 1. How!!! Anyway, Hawke slices through Ander's body in one, swift movement. Blood and viscera come pouring out as he's bisected by the sharp edge of Hawke's weapon. As the upper half of Anders's body slides off the spider, he looks up at Hawke with betrayal in his eyes, before landing on the ground with a wet squelch.
Then Richie amputates the hands that stole his sword. He finds himself looking up at Claude's face, covered in his own blood and now limbless. Something about the look in his eyes feels... familiar. Almost like something he witnessed in another lifetime, right in front of his doorstep. In retaliation, the spider tries to bite him (13).
Adolphe is......... having a time. Just A Time! It's fine. This is not the time to worry about that. His katana slices through half of the remaining torsos attached to the spider's body, more blood pouring out of it.
Belatedly, I realize I never mentioned these people are probably fucking naked. Oh, well.
Anyway, the spider is looking real fucked up by now. It is not long for this world. And neither are you, actually, because the fire continues spreading. The smoke is building up in the room and their window to escape through the door grows narrower with every passing second.]
[ thank you for not actually voring him actually he'll take the fire
hitting the ground with all those injuries is. bad. it's bad actually. he chokes on his own blood when he does, letting out an awful noise as something breaks from the force of the throw in his ribs upon impact, and sees stars, momentarily, as opposed to the bad mushroom nightmare he's currently seeing.
this is a great time to get set on fire. the armor catches - sending searing heat up his already bad leg, up his side, melting leather and fabric and catching against his skin. taair gasps, the survival instinct kicking in enough that he manages to force himself to try and roll away from it to put any of his person on fire out, and try and drag himself up to his feet, pressing up to the wall.
which is - ]
The - [ coughing, hacking against the smoke - it hurts to talk, it hurts to breathe, everything hurts and you killed neverah again and again and -- ] We have to go!
[ did he get thrown near the door exit?? because if he did, he will grab at the handle and attempt to wrench it open, even if it's burning hot. ouchies. the real reason you keep him around as a mercenary is because he can handle your booboos and also he's the first one smart enough to realize we can't stay in a burning room (?) ]
[ Wow. There's so much blood. He can barely see anything now. This man is covered with blood from head to toe and all over his face. He takes another swing at the spider to try and finish it off, but it's definitely a lot weaker than what he just did. (6) ]
[ you're the one who was attached to a horrific spider chimera thing, anders!! you're not allowed to look at him like that. it, of course, doesn't stop him from looking heartbroken all over again.
getting up and dealing the final blow(s) will seemingly have to wait however, because he's a little too close to the growing fire and uuuuh (8) it hot ]
[Unfortunately, I rolled for your luck and it is not looking good, lads. The spider is blocking off the exit, so Taair is actually thrown further into the room. Oof.
Adolphe is, unfortunately, useless with so much blood in his eyes. The creature easily parries his attack, weak as it may be, and pushes him back — closer to the flames.
On the other hand, though, it rolled real crunchy against Richie's attack! And with two missing legs and most of its its heads gone, not to mention the disembowelment, the spider stumbles back in reaction to Richie's attack
and walks right into the inferno.
The effects are instantaneous. The spider catches fire, flames blazing up its body and scorching its delicate flesh. It shrieks in agony, its remaining heads flailing around wildly in an attempt to save themselves — but it's too late. The gang will bear witness as these familiar faces burn in the fire, becoming disfigured while the spider collapses in on itself. Convulsing in its death throes.
There is no time to waste, though, because the fire keeps spreading throughout the room. The way they came through is completely blocked off, and the path forward grows more narrow. The smoke inhalation will soon get to them if they don't leave now.]
ew. well, if he looks at that he's going to lose his lunch, actually, so he will not in fact bear witness!!! he tears his face away and rushes for the door as fast as he can, pushing through the pain and grief and the fire, hardly caring if he burns himself any worse in the process. it's just all adrenaline, trying to get the door open to get away from all of this, because if nothing else, he has to make sure the other three survive. his life is pointless. theirs, though.
[ By the grace of RNGesus and Adolphe barely being able to see somehow despite how he should have blacked out from pain, he also rushes for the door into the correct direction. Nice.
All that just now? He's not going to talk about it. ]
[ ugh is right. the sense memory of this not being the worst thing he's witnessed helps get him moving- hobbling, really- and out after his merry band of misfits like his butt is on fire.
honestly, it might be a little smoldering but who's to say! ]
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Cw: cancer mention
Oh Sandy baby, you one in a million you. He really could have married you. Came close twice, hands itching passing the downtown jeweller's and sitting stiff next to your father at Christmas. Should I ask your permission, pops? Your daughter's sharp as a tack. Gets the first and last word in, lets the dope smoke curl out of coral lips as she lays down the differences between Maoism and Trotskyism, and he injerects and they spar it out, philosophize and fuck and lock together beneath the sheets wondering what the hell this world is coming to. It's no place to raise a kid, even if we make it official. And the news is coming out now about how dangerous an IUD can be, let me get the procedure. It's only a snip, better me than you.
Then sweet Sandy gets a sweet opportunity out east while Richie lands a hot gig right here in L.A., and isn't he just the biggest chauvanist oinker to be dragging his heels? (Words he'd use to describe the situation to his oldest friends over the carcass of a mid-tier Chinese feast.) And when the bellows were blown and the hurricane halted, Sandy packed her bags and left.
Later, when Richie was informed of his medical miracle — that the procedure took but then somehow reversed — he'd called Sandy to square it up. She was married. She was pregnant. And she'd laughed harder than she ever had in her life. "It's just so wonderful. This time the joke's on you. How many bastards have you sired since I came out east, Rich?"
None, actually, which was the second part of the miracle. Part of the tidy trick to set him up to come east himself, not to Washington but to humble old Derry, Maine. One of the moves made by some great force beyond, setting him and his pals up to be in prime shape to come on home. Kids would be too strong an attachment to sanity, he guesses, too potent a reason to decline.
Richie thought lovers might be too. Except four of the seven of them got married.
How's that for statistics, Rich? crows a hateful voice in his mind, hissing through a bleeding greasepaint grin. Sounds like you have no one to blame but yourself for being all alone. Quick, smoke up another pack, let the cancer take you like it took Mom and Pops! Quick, hurry on home kid! Come on down and face me like a man! Like you were born to. Raised in a feeding pen and led to slaughter, aren't you, you four-eyed fuck? Ain't worth shit else besides. Is that why you do all those voices? You just get so fucking sick of being yourself?
He feels quite cold all over. Grinning at the ground, walking behind with a pensive gait as Adolphe speeds up, as the other boys lose their minds in their own hellish quiet. The sheath of his katana rubs his hip with every step, and he feels so foolish suddenly. What do plan to do with that, chum? Roast shishkabob? Give it up.]
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They can see the staircase leading up to the final floor on the other side of the room.
But while the room may be empty, it is not uninhabited.
Something big, ugly and monstrous descends from the ceiling and takes a swipe at Adolphe. Thankfully, it only rolled a 4 so it fails to gut him, but it still force him to move back to avoid the hit.
When the others make it into the room, they'll find themselves staring up at a 20ft tall chimera. The lower body of a spider, with eight, thick, hairy legs that taper off into claws at the ends. Sharp fangs dripping venom. Several human heads and torsos attached to its body, limbs flailing, mouths spitting blood and seawater, eyes staring at the group accusingly.
I regret to inform you that these faces do not belong to total strangers.
Leandra. Anders. Zhongli. Miguel. Caris. Neverah. Claude. Eddie. Sandy. Ceres. Yves.
The eleven of them come together in one horrifying beast. It lunges at them with the intent to kill. Not the demon they are here to slay, but its guardian. One last hurdle they must cross to reach their mark.
Welcome to your boss fight! Please look at our discord channel for instructions of how we'll be tackling this.]
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No. No... He's did plenty wrong. Whatever he's done in the past life, he's paying for it now, he thinks. He must have been such scum back then, and perhaps he still is now. Maybe that has never changed. But when he locks eyes with Yves and Ceres--
Adolphe snaps.
He dashes to the chimera and he grabs Miguel's face to keep himself balanced, but it's barely enough when he tries to shove the lit torch onto Yves's face. Mushroom trip or not, Adolphe is finally going unhinged.
and tbh it feels like a debuff at the moment because
haki 🤦 communal dead malewife Request: [d20] Roll: [6] Result: 6
He also completely ignored the spider legs. ]
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between the sight of the creature, the absolute whammy of memory and non memory and the mushroom soup of horrors, it is just too much. caris has been a monster taair's entire life. miguel is a cruel, vicious man. neither of them deserve anything like this, either way, and neverah -
it's all just too much.
anyway i am passing this round because as adolphe runs by, he just absolutely bluescreens mentally and no amount of cool and sexy au world ronin skills are gonna do much for that one ]
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Except it actually is and Richie's first action is to burst out laughing. Big hyena chuckles, huge guffaws as tears of mirth race down his face. Why would it be anything different? Hello boys, hello girls, hey Eddie hey Sandy, hey every-fucking-body.
Then Adolphe is rushing in on the warpath, and his pulse spikes, brain pumps — just like Bill.]
Addy!
[And Richie rushes in too, blade drawn to slice the first head or leg it meets. Like how he'd wedged between Daigo and Majima.
plabby 📻 russia toaster Request: `[1d20]` Roll: `[8]` Result: `8`
Remember how that went?]
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hawke, absolutely done up to his psychedelic eyebrows, full of spite and arrows, and down one eye, roars back his own challenge.
with his trusty naginatas longer reach, hawke thrusts the blade into the chimera, aiming deep into whichever vital organ he can reach.
ari again🩸dehawked Request: `[1d20]` Roll: `[20]` Result: `20`
who knew spite would work every time ]
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Unfortunately, the creature rolls a 16 and parries his attack, smacking the torch out of his hand and sending it flying at one of the candle holders! This will become a problem for later, because in an instant, things start to catch fire as both as knocked to the ground... But they're not trapped in here. Not yet, anyway.
The body with Yves's face gives him a sad, confused look. Then, while this is happening, the one who resembles Ceres tries to rake its claws across Adolphe's face with a 10.
Then we have sweet Taair, who is too frozen to act even against his worst enemies. Unfortunately, the monster has no such reservations and it immediately tries to take a bite out of him with its big ass fucking spider mouth, rolling a 12.
The creature gets a crit fail against Richie's attack! In honor of this, Richie gets to slice through two of its legs. The creature loses its balance slightly, tilting towards one side, but keeps its footing while bleeding heavily from its severed limbs.
One of the remaining legs then tries to stab him in the face, rolling a 14. Watch out.
And the comes Hawke, rolling a nat fucking 20 right out of the gates. He stabs his naginata right into the spider's abdomen, causing it and all the men and women attached to it to scream out in pain and rage. With an 11, both """Leandra""" and """Anders""" try to deck him in the fucking face.]
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it's not so much that he's too frozen to fight against them - it's more that he just won't. a pacifist to his core - even in this alternative life as a mercenary, the honed skills he has are his last resort. he prefers to heal the others when they are hurt, to tend to injuries, to use his charisma and intelligence to help them through battles and situations, and to stay in the back. to stop the fight before it even comes with his words. and in fact, as a ronin, it's actually rather rare that his sword ever leaves its sheath - he relies on the small wakizashi so much more than his actual blade. and in his normal memories, things are not much different. always ready to die more than he is to live.
however! getting bitten by a giant spider will definitely snap you out of dissociating. he does not even try to fight back, still just out of it, as it chomps down on his side - he makes a sharp, high noise of pain, and his memories flood with familiarity, a wolf and a mouth full of flowers, and to feel that same pain twice is pretty fucking agonizing actually so it is enough!
he just kind of swipes at it with whatever he can reach on his person. sword, wakizashi, whatever, he just attempts to hit it so it doesn't eat him. again. too many vores. its a 10. ]
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But it's fine, because karma comes around. The one who resembles Ceres rakes its claw across Adolphe's face and he can't see. His eyes hurt. Everything is spinning because he's still affected by that psychedelic soup. He's probably bleeding out the nose too. Bloody mouth. That sure is a claw injury diagonally across his face. (3)
He doesn't even pay attention to the fire that's currently spreading. All he wants is this to end. He just wants ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
He attempts to jam his katana into Ceres's face as well, but the blood is getting into his other good eye. He can barely see. (4) ]
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he dodges, depth perception entirely fucked but somehow still in tact enough to serve him well (12) and in the same breath, pulls the wakizashi he's hasn't needed this whole time and swings sharply at the nearest of the two (17)
get fucked!!! ]
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Richie rolls an (8) against the leg attack and, to commiserate with Hawke narrowly avoids being stabbed in the eye, but jerks his head in such a way that it slices diagonally over his face, as near a miss as you can get without needing an eyepatch.
This shoots his fury into high gear.]
Eat my ass, motherfucker!
[He's going to stab for something vital with his (20). Get dunked on.]
cw: partial disembowelment
Hilariously, Ceres rolls ANOTHER nat 1. Adolphe's sword goes right through her face easily, cutting through flesh, bone and soft, delicate organs like slicing through warm butter. Immediately, she goes limp, falling onto him first and then dangling uselessly from the spider's side.
Enraged by the loss of one of its heads, the spider takes a swipe at Adolphe with one of its remaining legs, rolling a 11.
The creature rolls... yet another crit fail! Why were there two in this batch. Anyway, I'm gonna invert these for a round and say that Hawke easily cuts through the two nearest heads, Zhongli and Leandra, severing their necks from the rest of their bodies. Two down! Anders then tries to fucking knock him away, toward the flames that are slowly consuming this room, with an 11.
Then Richie rolls a Nat 20, slashing across the spider's abdomen. More blood pours out, accompanied by some of its intestines — but the creature does not go down. It's looking real fucked up, though, the faces attached to it pale with the blood loss as the remaining legs wobble precariously.
In retaliation, the spider tries to rip the sword out of his hands with a 15, at the same time trying to stab him with one of its legs (another 15.)]
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she can just punch him in the face again, actually! what an improvement from being slapped (?) i rolled a 3 with disadvantage. wahoo ]
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that said he recovers well enough and the waki strikes out again, this time aiming for anders (18). pour one out for this poor fuck who once again has to kill the person he deeply cares about. ]
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But also he thankfully dodges the next leg stab with a (17), maybe he will survive this after all? Richie follows up with a strike at the hands that stole his sword, slashing with his wakizashi at a (16).]
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The end of the spider's leg pierces through Adolphe's torso. (6) His liver is probably fucked from this, but hey it's not vital, right? Right.
Adolphe isn't thinking, so he makes the wound worse by immediately making more movements, but this time, it might actually be more effective offensively. He attempts to slash through multiple torsos at once by putting all he has in the next long swing of his katana. (19) ]
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The spider once again rolls a Nat Fucking 1. How!!! Anyway, Hawke slices through Ander's body in one, swift movement. Blood and viscera come pouring out as he's bisected by the sharp edge of Hawke's weapon. As the upper half of Anders's body slides off the spider, he looks up at Hawke with betrayal in his eyes, before landing on the ground with a wet squelch.
Then Richie amputates the hands that stole his sword. He finds himself looking up at Claude's face, covered in his own blood and now limbless. Something about the look in his eyes feels... familiar. Almost like something he witnessed in another lifetime, right in front of his doorstep. In retaliation, the spider tries to bite him (13).
Adolphe is......... having a time. Just A Time! It's fine. This is not the time to worry about that. His katana slices through half of the remaining torsos attached to the spider's body, more blood pouring out of it.
Belatedly, I realize I never mentioned these people are probably fucking naked. Oh, well.
Anyway, the spider is looking real fucked up by now. It is not long for this world. And neither are you, actually, because the fire continues spreading. The smoke is building up in the room and their window to escape through the door grows narrower with every passing second.]
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hitting the ground with all those injuries is. bad. it's bad actually. he chokes on his own blood when he does, letting out an awful noise as something breaks from the force of the throw in his ribs upon impact, and sees stars, momentarily, as opposed to the bad mushroom nightmare he's currently seeing.
this is a great time to get set on fire. the armor catches - sending searing heat up his already bad leg, up his side, melting leather and fabric and catching against his skin. taair gasps, the survival instinct kicking in enough that he manages to force himself to try and roll away from it to put any of his person on fire out, and try and drag himself up to his feet, pressing up to the wall.
which is - ]
The - [ coughing, hacking against the smoke - it hurts to talk, it hurts to breathe, everything hurts and you killed neverah again and again and -- ] We have to go!
[ did he get thrown near the door exit?? because if he did, he will grab at the handle and attempt to wrench it open, even if it's burning hot. ouchies. the real reason you keep him around as a mercenary is because he can handle your booboos and also he's the first one smart enough to realize we can't stay in a burning room (?) ]
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getting up and dealing the final blow(s) will seemingly have to wait however, because he's a little too close to the growing fire and uuuuh (8) it hot ]
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Tries to get one more stab in with an (8) but distracted by fire.]
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Adolphe is, unfortunately, useless with so much blood in his eyes. The creature easily parries his attack, weak as it may be, and pushes him back — closer to the flames.
On the other hand, though, it rolled real crunchy against Richie's attack! And with two missing legs and most of its its heads gone, not to mention the disembowelment, the spider stumbles back in reaction to Richie's attack
and walks right into the inferno.
The effects are instantaneous. The spider catches fire, flames blazing up its body and scorching its delicate flesh. It shrieks in agony, its remaining heads flailing around wildly in an attempt to save themselves — but it's too late. The gang will bear witness as these familiar faces burn in the fire, becoming disfigured while the spider collapses in on itself. Convulsing in its death throes.
There is no time to waste, though, because the fire keeps spreading throughout the room. The way they came through is completely blocked off, and the path forward grows more narrow. The smoke inhalation will soon get to them if they don't leave now.]
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ew. well, if he looks at that he's going to lose his lunch, actually, so he will not in fact bear witness!!! he tears his face away and rushes for the door as fast as he can, pushing through the pain and grief and the fire, hardly caring if he burns himself any worse in the process. it's just all adrenaline, trying to get the door open to get away from all of this, because if nothing else, he has to make sure the other three survive. his life is pointless. theirs, though.
HIT! DA! BRICKS!!! ]
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All that just now? He's not going to talk about it. ]
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honestly, it might be a little smoldering but who's to say! ]
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