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POST-ROUND 2 MINGLE
[ Once the decisions have been made, everyone is ushered—though those gentle tugs—out their respective mud rooms into the courtyard. An impossibly tall and incredibly dense garden hedge divides one half of the courtyard away—moreover, it increasingly gets taller when climbed, preventing its residents from escaping their slice of the courtyard. From beyond, idols can hear the distant sounds of something rumbling—perhaps it's the ground shaking. . .
The roster is visible on a large screen, though as time progresses, certain names are blacked out. . . ]
[ Mouths and Hands will be able to transform into monsters at-will, though Hands are much more diminutive and Mouths have supernatural abilities at their disposal. Moreover, unit abilities are on. ]
The roster is visible on a large screen, though as time progresses, certain names are blacked out. . . ]
[ Mouths and Hands will be able to transform into monsters at-will, though Hands are much more diminutive and Mouths have supernatural abilities at their disposal. Moreover, unit abilities are on. ]
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[Well]
[Now you have]
[Which is to say, those legs that bend all wrong are quicker than they look, and they skitter back and away, that shar beak slattering menacingly]
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[There's like an eighty percent chance he has seen Exactly That, and like ninety-five for 'close enough.']
[~Boiling Isles is a hellscape~]
[Fast prey. Quite fast, which means he'll have to watch this carefully.]
[But it doesn't make him any less eager. He's hungry. He doesn't even know why he's held back on the Most Obvious Diet when most of the food is unfamiliar. And here's a perfectly acceptable meal.]
[He moves forward again, juking to the side to get a slam into his side.]
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[In his regular form, he doesn't have those instincts baked in - doesn't have that training]
[This body isn't his, though, and it's built to skitter and scrabble and eat, and he reaches out with clutching hands that look more like claws, attempting to rend the flesh of the one who dares to come close enough]
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[Its not dead. Debatable on the rot.]
[Because they come alive as claws manage to swipe, earning a screech from Rufous, but he refuses to let food escape him twice. The rotted plants lashing out to wrap around a claw and pull is down with surprising strength as an electrical shock goes through it from Bzzt!]
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[Whatever the creature is, perhaps it is not made for electricty]
[Smoke begins to rise from it, smelling of charred flesh and burning feathers; it stutters, briefly, to a stop]
[Then it surges to life again, making a sound low in its throat, like the scratch of cutlery on dishware, high and sharp and discordant as it closes in to try and put its beak through an arm]
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[Not good. Something rotten to the core and sticky and while there's none, it's hard to say much damage was done beyond an aggressive caw and a talon swinging for his face mixed with electricity.]
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[Those spindly limbs jerk as he gets electrocuted, that same charred smell from before filling the air]
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[But then tendrils of seaweed whip out to grab his wrists, jerk them away from his neck as he keeps trying to take more bites.]
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[It makes that sound again, that unearthly screech - louder, this time, enough perhaps to rupture ear drums]
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[There's a shriek, and that hurts, disorientates-]
[But Energy Recharge is a counter for dizziness, so he's going to just]
[Counter that and the talons are going to come down harder, more wild.]
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[The creature screams and thrashes, the bloodloss beginning to slow it]