HEART GAME: REQUIEM (run 1)

[idolpro]

You awaken in the ☆ZRAEL dorm common room. It’s dark. Darker than usual, and the reason why is immediately apparent: the lamps are all extinguished, the stars have disappeared, and the moon has shifted to new. The ocean below the glass panes of the floor is silent and still. Everything feels cold and unmoving, not unlike a painting.

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Re: CITY REMAINS

[poisong]

Hoh? You're gonna help?

Re: CITY REMAINS

[stakesthesame]

"'Course. No use going it alone."

Re: CITY REMAINS

[poisong]

So we need a stake, huh. How clichéd.

[I guess it's time to... dig around the clutter? is there anything more than abandoned machinery here?

Re: CITY REMAINS

[stakesthesame]

With 8 INT roll, you find:

-Wooden stake: advantage against vampires 1x per fight. 1d6 dmg
-Old rubber chicken: it makes an awful noise.
-Used rollerblades: They kinda smell, but hey, you’re faster now. +2 AC

Re: CITY REMAINS

[poisong]

[YESSSS

she's not sure about the rollerblades but I guess this is a choice... we're making.

giving the chicken a couple of good squeezes as she skates her way back to Hurricane]

I got a stake!

Re: CITY REMAINS

[stakesthesame]

Hurricane busts out laughing at the awful dissonant noise of this grody-ass chicken you're zooming around with.

"Yeah, and the most obnoxious thing I've EVER heard! C'mon, let's go before the vampire hears us comin'."

Re: CITY REMAINS

[poisong]

Don't laugh, it might come in handy!

[but ok, following]

Re: CITY REMAINS

[stakesthesame]

You manage to walk (skate?) maybe a block before something drops down in front of you; a man with big fuzzy ears, dressed in an oversized fur coat with a lion tail. He has pointed fangs, not unlike Req herself.

He chuckles darkly. "Leave it to humans to be as noisy as possible as all times."

And he lunges at Ashley with a roll of 8-- and misses, too slow to matcb her on shitty rollerblades.

Re: CITY REMAINS

[poisong]

Hah! Thanks for saving us the trouble!

[skating back towards him, with the chicken in one hand and the stake in the other]

Time to dieeee!!!

[and she's the one lunging this time, using True Aim for the stake to the heart :D]

END SCORING

[stakesthesame]

You fuckin did it you killed a vampire.

The stake sinks in, and he shatters into dozens and dozens of tiny mirrored pieces. The only thing left in the pile of shiny pieces is a small vial of dark, thick liquid.

Hurricane whistles, low.

Re: END SCORING

[poisong]

[frantically squeezing the chicken in celebration]

Yeessssss!!!

[picking up the vial to examine it, after she's done being loud]

Re: END SCORING

[stakesthesame]

It celebrates with you by releasing a discordant BWAUuuhhhhhhh.

The vial is clear glass, but the contents inside roil and move around independently of you messing with it. Just for a moment.