Yeah this looks fun and all, but I'm not participating for now...
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Too complicated and too dangerous for my tastes to just throw a character in where it's powerless...
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not at all, I am a fair GM
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[spoiler]Why not then. [/spoiler] [i]I shall choose Clarent for my weapon, and my usual clothing.[/i]
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You crawl from the tank into the now abandoned, seemingly, Lab.
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[i]I look around.[/i]
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Edited by Speaker: 1/31/2021 8:43:57 PMyou can see the way you came in and a closed office door. in addition to the lab equipment
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[i]I head into the office.[/i]
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Trying the door you find it is locked- you hear a cry from inside
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[spoiler]do I have my magic?[/spoiler] [i]I draw Clarent, and let it float in front of the door.[/i] "Open the door would you?" [i]/Why is Rain...oh whatever. Fine. You'll need to give me some leverage.\ If the sword had eyebrows, it'd be wiggling them right now. I grab it, and try to crowbar the door open.[/i]
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[spoiler](yes I will tailor the experience around your stats)[/spoiler] d20+d6 8, 2= 10 success, the flimsy office lock breaks but there is a shelf up against the doorbracing it closed. "Stay back! Don't come in any closer!"
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"What happened?" [i]I pause.[/i]
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She comes to the door and peers out through the crack, eyeing you carefully... "He saw you... I saw his mind reaching into yours on the readouts... Is it really you Keria!?" Fear grips her face, she is terrified.
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Edited by Griseo: 1/31/2021 8:58:26 PM[i]My face goes hard and filled with rage, because I know exactly who it was,[/i] "Yes. It's me."
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She pauses a moment and closes the door, you hear the shuffle of the shelf and then the door opens, and, she comes walking out... she seems a little more at ease. "How, how could he see you..." She paces about, perturbed. "what else did you see was there anyone with him?"
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"I wasn't cloaking myself. But that's good. He knows I'm coming for him." [i]I return my sword to my back.[/i]
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"You misunderstand, the projector would have blocked your magical use anyways, you weren't really there, you were in the tank. only your astral form was in the other realm, and you saw the Speaker... and he saw you, this should never have happened... This is bad." As if on cue, you notice a spuddering black puddle oozing from the tiles on the floor nearby...
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Edited by Griseo: 1/31/2021 9:09:58 PM[i]I turn on a dime and fire a beam of Null at it, the beam of nothingness bolstered even further by my absolute will and an unfathomable hate.[/i] [spoiler]Oh, and make some puzzles! I don't want to blast through everything![/spoiler]
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the beam blasts the puddle but it simply grows, until it manages to be the size of small pond in the lab, a single skeletal form begins to materialize, and crawls to full height, before locking eyes with Keira.
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[i]I wait to see if it takes a face, while drawing Clarent.[/i]
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It extends a bony dripping hand. "My, my... what a bizarre process, you've constructed Rain, your Master would be proud," voice is muffled and distorted undoubtably the man from the machine, the one known as 'Speaker' Rain draws her voodoo charms and stun baton.
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[i]I cross the gap in a few steps, my eyes ablaze and various energies coalescing around me, I grab it by the jaw and slam it again the wall behind it.[/i] "[b][i]You.[/i][/b]"
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The skeletal form slams to the wall in a splat of black goo, "HAHAhaha, ha. That tickles, I'm just using Rains trick to gain a window into this world, I'm not really here. Hehe" The black skeleton reforms and grins at you with fell-fire eyes.
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[i]I gaze at the skeleton with absolute hate,[/i] "You're lucky you aren't. What do you want?"
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"I want to enter this realm in the name of my master, it is singular" he scents the air, as a nose and forehead begin to coalesce on the skeleton. "And all it took was you opening the door way, letting me get this lovely scent in my nose..." He sniffs in your direction. So much life... so much delicious life, enough to feed a new generation of the old ones, a great spawning of decay and death..." He breathes deeply as the wicked face of the speaker forms fully and his eyes which burn with black fire, gaze upon you laciviously "Tell me, when you learned your Grey Lady had died, were you heartbroken?" His wicked chuckles are like razor blades