EC Session 2.2

Morning, Gaial 3 Gravday.
[OOC] Cass: bah, game time
You wake up to the succulent smell of breakfast meat.
Then you remember what that meat is.
[OOC] ORN: soylento gleeenu!
Pak takes off his extra pair of pants.
Some fruits have been left at your doorstep - only enough for half the party.
Cass wakes up and shakes her head a bit
ORN was keeping watch as I recall
Ahiru is snuggled next to Sakha and is holding her breasts.
Pak looks at the fruit.
Pak: "So, who here is a vegetarian? >_>"
There's a note attached - //"Feel free to use our stock to make breakfast, if you want to sample something different."
ORN keeps a watchful eye on ahiru and sakha
Note: "Just don't consume them, please."
Pak blinks.
Cass looks at ORN and says "Morning" in a very weary voice.
Hector sits up. "Ugh, shit. Feels like dwarves have been hammering on the inside of my head all night. Bloody hell, I didn't even drink last night. Or did I?" *he looks to Pak* "Hey, little bro. Was I drinking last night? I feel hung over."
Sakha wakes up and looks down at Ahiru, removing her. "This one is."
ORN: "Good morning. No attempts were made against you."
ORN: "Did you rest well?"
Ahiru hmmms? And slowly wakes up.
Cass: "Good, Ugh, I need to stretch."
Pak shakes his head at Hector. "Noo."
Pak: "But anyway, we need to figure out what to do."
Hector holds his head as he tries to stand up.
Cass begins to move, and grabs for her armor, and puts it on
Ahiru wanders over to the fod and takes and apple.
Pak: "They got us some fruit… I guess you and Ahiru can have it."
Hector: "Dammit. Dammit!"
Hector hits the nearby wall with his fist. "This isn't what I had imagined. It's like some depressing quasi-hell."
Sakha: "Which is why we M-words hate them so much as you can tell."
Cass sees Hector and says "okay." as she shrugs her shoulders
ORN: "It is likely they expect helpers Hector and Ahiru to produce breakfast with helpers Sakha and Cassie. Or is different samplings refering to these plants?"
Pak: "Probably not with Cassie. She's a human."
Pak: "They mean me. x.x"
Cass looks at ORN and shivers
Ahiru: "Oh! The bunny lady yesterday mentioned something about a library to me."
She says between apple bites.
Pak: "But I can't because of… obvious reasons."
Pak: "…Library?"
Hector: "Ugh, no way in hell am I putting anything near Cassie."
Cass gives Hector a look of confusion, and shakes her head
[OOC] ORN: ow ;
ORN looks over at ahiru
Ahiru nods. "Says if I wanted to know more about Grav kicking out the Viera I should go there."
[OOC] Hector: I'm not sticking my ponos into anything RP'd by a guy. That's groooooooooooooss.
[OOC] ORN: bah, wimp. as far as hector's concerened she's all woman ya know! ;p
[OOC] Hector: She's also part of his bandit crew, so it'd be like some kind of weird incest.
Pak: "Okay, let's go to that library then."
Hector: "A library, huh. Good a place as any to hit up for information. We're running blind at the moment, anyway."
Cass: "Yeah, lets go to the library.
Ahiru: "Umm… Planetfall she said, the place is southeast."
Pak looks about. "There's only enough breakfast for three people… Hector and Ahiru earned it…"
Pak thinks.
Pak: "…Cassie, you can have the rest of the fruit."
Hector eats one of the apples.
ORN: "Perhaps you should share it. Would half a meal not be an improvement over none?"
Ahiru: "I'm okay with just this apple…"
Pak hops over to Sakha. "Let's go get some meat, I guess, sister!"
Cass: "Thank you Pak, but you should have some too."
Sakha: "I'm not eating their meat."
Sakha: "I don't want to eat there veggies either, really."
Cass picks up the rest of the fruit, and puts it in her backpack, in case anybody other than her wants it.
There is a knock at the door.
Pak gets the door.
Sakha makes sure her hood is up.
It is the Viera lieutenant from the other day. "Good morning. Hope you all slept well. Umm…"
Pak headtilts?
The lieutenant blushes. "Where's that…older stock you had? If you don't mind, I'd like to, ah, make breakfast before you head out."
[OOC] ORN: someone wants some more ahiru meals
Pak adjust the brim of his floppy red mage hat.
Pak: "…Oh."
Hector: "Guess he left before we woke up."
Cass shivers a bit
Sakha looks over at Ahiru. "I asked him to bring us some water."
ORN: "He should return shortly. Shall we tell him of your request?"
Lieutenant: "Oh! Then he's probably near the kitchen. Thanks!"
She smiles and skips away.
WC GM: "Yes please,"
she calls as she leaves.
Ahiru: "… she may want to do it twice again… that was tiring…"
Pak looks over to Ahiru. "…"
Cass: "Ahiru, you sure you want to do it?"
Pak NOSEBLEEDS.
Pak: "Ugaaaaah…"
ORN: "It would ensure you are properly fed"
Hector: "…whoa."
Cass: "Pak??"
ORN: "Was it so exhausting?"
Ahiru: "No, I already helped her with breakfast… we should go to the library, I want to know about Grav and the bunnies."
[OOC] ORN: aww but the poor bunnygirl's in love!
Pak: "Hmm…"
Pak thinks.
Pak: "Hector!"
Pak points.
Hector: "What?"
Cass: "Okay."
*blinks, and feels sick* "I want to get out of here…quick."
[OOC] Ahiru: I's only care about Fakir, and he'd go to the library
Pak: "If Ahiru's tired, you should do it!"
Hector: "No."
Pak: "It's your duty as a man! >.<"
Hector: "Screw it, we're going to the library and getting the hell out of here."
Pak: "But…"
ORN: "Very well."
Pak: "Fine."
Pak sighs.
Cass: "I'm with Hector. Talking about eating babies is…*turns green*
Sakha: "It'd certainly be more productive."
Hector heads out the door.
Ahiru: "I should probably stay a guy when we meet friendly bunnies…"
Pak halts.
Pak: "Wait!"
Ahiru: "That way they give us more food."
Hector: "Oh, for…"
Pak: "We can't leave until after breakfast."
ORN nods
Cass follows Hector and looks at Ahiru strangly
Pak: "They didn't tell us about Mithras."
Pak: "…I mean, M-words."
Hector: "Like they will now."
Cass: "Great."
Ahiru: "A library would work with that too…"
ORN: "Then perhaps one more… round? will ensure this?"
Pak: "Look, you guys go ahead."
ORN stares at hector and ahiru
Pak: "I'll ask myself."
Pak starts out the door.
Ahiru: "Libraries are full of all SORTS of stuff."
Pak: "I'll meet you outside, okay?"
Pak waves and looks around.
Cass: "Okay."
Sakha sighs and sticks with Pak.
Hector sighs. "Well, if that's what you want…"
Sakha: "I'm not letting you go alone."
ORN: "It is unwise to remain alone in these circumstances. This unit will remain also. Please take your time at the library. Such areas have never been fully explored by the ORN series."
Cass: "um, ORN, can I go with you?"
Ahiru: "It'll take a day to get there."
Hector: "…"
Ahiru: "That's what she said."
Pak is wandering the halls with Sakha, looking for the captain.
Sakha: "This is crazy."
ORN: "Of course. This unit is unsure of the safety in helpers hector and ahiru travelling alone however. They may be claimed as stock by unaligned forces."
Pak: "What is?"
Hector: "Orn, stick with Ahiru and I."
Hector: "After last night, I'm pretty sure I don't want to be claimed as stock again for the rest of my life."
Sakha: "Entering the… bunnies den."
Cass looks at Hector and ORN, and sighs, saying "I really, really need some fresh air."
It is not hard to find the captain. She's humming a happy tune as she works the grill in the kitchen.
Hector: "Fine. Go outside. Nobody's going to bother you."
ORN will follow, not wanting anyone to get stuck alone in these conditions.
Cass: "Fine!"
*she runs*
Pak: "Captaaain."
Half of a half-formed corpse is laid out on the counter next to her - apparently the yet-to-be-processed part of her meal.
Pak prods her, trying his best not to pay attention to the squishy meat stuff.
The captain looks over her shoulder. "Yes? Oh, hi!"
Sakha pales.
Captain: "Want an ear? They never were my favorite part."
Pak: "…No thanks. Listen, you forgot to tell us about… M-words… over dinner last night."
Sakha: "Nor ours… not… much meat…"
Hector heads up to the surface, Orn and Ahiru in tow.
There is no way that corpse could have come out of her, at that size.
You'd guess it's at least 10-15 years old, if you didn't know better.
Pak blinks over at the corpse. "…Hey, what is that?"
The captain frowns a bit. "…and I was in such a good mood, too."
[OOC] ORN: hector: actually went with cassie. trying to keep at least small groups going to avoid… trouble
[OOC] Hector: …
Pak: "That doesn't look like… um… fruit of loins."
Sakha thinks of the mention of a birthing room. "Ask your questions sister… I'll explore a bit…" She wanders over to the addendum t the kitchen.
Captain: "That? Breakfast, silly. I just finished making it; now it's time to cook."
Cass finally stops running looking behind her, and she wretches
Pak: "But it's so big. x.x;"
WC GM: "Hmm…oh! You mean Milf's magic."
Pak: "…"
Pak quivers.
[OOC] Sakha: What does Sakha see in the other room?
As the captain explains, Sakha sees it with her own eyes. Accelerated pregnancy. Vastly accelerated growth.
[OOC] Pak: Okay. So just to be clear, we're not eating babies.
[OOC] Pak: We're eating teenagers.
[OOC] Sakha: But they're only an hour old
[OOC] WC GM: Chronologically, they're babies.
[OOC] WC GM: Development-wise - some are kids, some are adults.
Hector sighs and goes up to where Orn and Cassie are, figuring at least that in a group of four they'd be left alone.
[OOC] WC GM: And some are teenagers.
Pak: "…A-anyway."
[OOC] ORN: heh
Pak: "Why were you in such a good mood, anyway?"
Pak: "I mean, if I can ask."
Sakha pays attention to the HOW of it being done - any rituals, markings or anything.
The entire process, from conception to slaughter, seems to take roughly an hour. The food is almost like a zombie parody of the viera - red, raw, barely formed skin, closed eyes, and little motor control - or motion of any sort, in fact.
Cass looks around for a place to just sit and calm down for a bit
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha: Lorg: Magic check
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 35 ( Total: 35 )
[OOC] Sakha: Pass by 27
Captain: "Because we had guests. Guests who weren't here to eat us. That's a rare and good thing~!"
Pak: "Oh, you mean us?"
Pak: "…Eat?"
Sakha easily recognizes the spells as a modified form of time magic.
Captain: "Mm-hmm!"
Pak: "Well, actually, we need to take off on our journey again…"
Pak: "That's why I wanted to ask you NOW, before we leave. About M-words."
The spells are drawing their power from…something almost omnipresent, possibly supernatural. It's an easy guess what.
Sakha: //~Kinda like my dimensional trick… not very holy if it's just magic…~ she thinks

Captain: "I figured as much. Too bad, but this isn't the safest place anyway."
Sakha: ~Or not…~ as she traces the source.
Captain: "M-words."// She frowns, as if even the euphemism left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Sakha: //~But it wouldn't be hard to do this themselves.~

Pak: "Yes."
Sakha: ~But it wouldn't be hard to do this themselves.~
Captain: "There haven't been any confirmed reports in over a hundred years."
Sakha turns back to the conversation.
Captain: "Or so I'm told. Obviously, I wasn't around myself to see the last of them."
Pak: "Then why do people act so scared of them?"
Hector asks around to see if anyone has a spare cigarette.
Captain: "Because they're demons. Evil. They look like us but aren't."
Pak: "…"
Pak processes this.
Hector gets a lot of blank looks. They don't seem to know what a cigarette is.
Sakha: "Is that it?"
Hector: "Dammit. Dammit dammit DAMMIT."
Pak looks to see Sakha rejoining him.
Hector stomps back to Orn.
Sakha: "What do they actually DO? Or are they just the scary parallel?"
Captain: "They also…have stock. Males of their own. But they wouldn't share."
Captain: "That's all I know for certain. But there are legends."
Pak: "I know some legends too. Let's compare."
Captain: "Like how they came to decapitate and fornicate our babies - before we started using them for food, that is, when they all grew up to be Viera."
Pak: "…Hm…"
[OOC] Sakha: Can I do a legends check to relate the Mithra side of the tale?
Pak processes this.
Captain: "Or how they had links to other places, but would never share them either."
[OOC] Sakha: Can I do a legends check to relate the Mithra side of the tale?
Captain: "Or how they had links to other places, but would never share them either."
[OOC] WC GM: Sure.
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 37 ( Total: 37 )
[OOC] Sakha: Haha pass by 27, again
Sakha realizes that those //"links" would be, for example, the tunnel you just came through.
The bit about babies is likely entirely made up, though - the Mithra claimed the Viera did that to them.
Not sharing the males? That probably happened.
[OOC] ORN: pretty usual fare, demonising the enemy whether you're the losing or winning side.
Pak: "Hmm…"
Captain: "And they had these furry whips that grew from their rear ends!"
[OOC] Hector: If i was a bunnygirl, I'd be pissed if someone was hoarding the catboys.
Pak: "I'm actually a Mithra researcher."
Pak: "Er, M-word. Sorry. >_O;"
Sakha: "Well if they were like us, maybe they just had different values… maybe they saw males differently. Youur stock doesn't talk but ours does, maybe letting stock talk makes people see them differently."
flinches*
Captain: "…is…that why someone clipped your ears?"
Pak: "I don't know about some of those, but I DO know about the Male-Issue. And yeah. >_O;"
Pak: "The reason that they didn't share their males is because they only had a very, very small amount."
Captain: "Well, stock raised nearer the capital usually talks."
Captain: "So? The less there are, the more important it is to share."
Pak: "But the Viera didn't have anything to share."
Pak: "Since they didn't have their own males."
Pak: "Plus, the way stock is treated in Mithran society is almost the exact opposite."
Pak: "They're often treated like rare treasures."
Pak: "So conflicts arose…"
Captain: "You mean like things to be protected? We treat our stock that way too."
Pak: "…Damn, sorry, said M-word again."
Captain: "…you should be careful not to sympathize with these…demons…you study."
Pak: "Yes, but this was different. They were placed up on a pedastel."
Sakha: "But they treat their stock as children, like their girls still. They raise them both the same, right sis, that's what you told me before."
Pak: "Something like that…"
Pak shakes his head.
Pak: "Anyway, that's all."
The captain frowns.
Captain: "All I know for sure is, they were evil personified. They were what we needed to purge to make ourselves truly welcome here, after we left Grav to meet Grav."
Sakha: "You want to see the Planetfall lirary and find out more about this, right? So we should get going."
[OOC] Sakha: Do you mean left Grav to meet Milf?
Pak: "Fine."
Pak waves.
[OOC] WC GM: No, that's what she said. ;)
[OOC] WC GM: And yes, it would sound strange to Sakha.
Pak: "We might come back after we go to that library. Or not. In any case, be well~"
Pak takes Sakha's hand and pulls her along.
[OOC] Sakha: I was about to do that
[OOC] Sakha: :P
Sakha looks to join up with the others.
Pak does too!
The others are outside.
[OOC] Pak: Okay, we're done with the Sakha-Pak info hour.
[OOC] Pak: Let's go kick some ass!
[OOC] ORN: heheh
The lieutenant dies of heartbreak later that day. She does not suffer long, though.
ORN: //
:
[OOC] Sakha: I want to kill some bunnies.
[OOC] Sakha: Move out!
Pak: "Let's go!"
Pak points in a random direction.
ORN makes sure cass isn't sick anymore
Pak: "…Ahiru, where do we go now?"
Hector sighs.
Pak pets Hector.
Hector: "So, did you find out what you needed?"
Pak: "Yeah."
Sakha takes down her hood when they're far enough away from the village.
Pak: "Don't worry, Hector!"
Pak pulls him along.
Cass gets up, and looks at ORN, but still looks a bit pale.
Ahiru: "Southeast, follow me~"
Pak: "It sounds like things aren't as weird near the capital."
Hector: "I assume it's built on a millenium of racial isolation and ignorant stereotypes."
Pak: "Only a century, actually."
[OOC] Ahiru: Should I do a navigation check or is there a road?
Hector: "That short?"
[OOC] Hector: I HAVE NAVIGATION
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 32 ( Total: 32 )
Pak looks up at him. //"Um, yes. Remember? 100 years ago the Mithra arrived."
[OOC] Hector: Pass by eight.
Hector: "Whatever."
Ahiru rolled 1d100: 39 [Total: 39 (Low), Avg and got 39.00]
[OOC] hackkitty: stupid irc, anyone can gimme the last 2 minutes, since sakha's "wanna kill some bunnies" ?
[OOC] Ahiru: pass by 25
Southeast you go.
[OOC] WC GM: On it
Pak stretches as they walk.
Pak: "Soo~"
Pak: "…What are we gonna do for food once our rations from Refuge run out? T_T;"
Hector: "Eat monsters."
Sakha: "Left Grav to meet Grav…? It just doesn't make sense."
Pak: "Blegh."
Pak: "I actually tried asking about monsters."
Pak: "I don't remember what they said about them though."
Ahiru: "Grav?"
Cass: "What did she say?"
Pak: "I told you! I can't remember…"
ORN: "Are there two gravs?"
Ahiru: "Noooo…"
Hector: "I bet we could chop up a bunch of those plant things and make a salad out of 'em."
[OOC] ORN: I do have survival, a little
[OOC] ORN: and finding saltlick shouldn't be a problem
[OOC] Hector: My survival's at 30.
[OOC] Cass: XD
[OOC] Ahiru: 64% Survival here
[OOC] ORN: 32
[OOC] Pak: I have cooking at 20%.
[OOC] ORN: so really its just a matter of killing whatever it is we find
[OOC] Ahiru: I'm an animal what WOULD you expect?
Pak: "Hmm."
Pak thinks.
[OOC] Hector: Basically.
Pak: "So why are we going to this library again?"
[OOC] Hector: I'm sure a wild wolf would be edible. And we could freaking fish.
Ahiru: "To learn more about Grav and the bunnies! Find Fakir!"
Pak: "K."
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness
Sakha: "To learn more about the Viera and the Mithra."
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 24 ( Total: 24 )
ORN: //(d100) 86.

Sakha rolled 1d100: 21 [Total: 21 (Low), Avg and got 21.00]
Cass rolled 1d100 and got 58 ( Total: 58 )
Ahiru rolled 1d100: 98 [Total: 98 (High), Avg and got 98.00]
[OOC] ORN: yay combat reflexes
[OOC] Pak: Pass by 42.
[OOC] Cass: fail
[OOC] Ahiru: ~_~
Those who pass notice…it's quiet. Too quiet. The occasional calls of animals from Refuge are…entirely missing here.
Ahiru is so hyped on meeting Fakir she doesn't notice
Pak: "…"
Pak shivers.
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 48 ( Total: 48 )
Pak: "I don't think we'll find any monsters."
[OOC] Hector: Pass by eight.
Pak: "Or fish. Or birds."
Pak: "I think they ATE them all."
Pak: "Or most of them."
Cass: "This is bad then."
ORN: "… the vierra ate everything?"
Hector: "What the hell?"
Sakha: "Probably another reason why we couldn't live together."
[OOC] Pak: What kind of terrain are we walking through?
Sakha: "Probably another reason why we couldn't live together."
Hector: "To be honest, I have no idea how fixing Milf could fix their situation. It's not like they'd have anything to go back to."
The dirt plains you walk upon shift underfoot. While it is not especially hot, nor very dry, it could be a desert for the utter lack of plant life.
Cass: "We don't know that until we try."
Sakha: "They'd probably fight each other more because Milf's not giving them the magic to make food anymore."
[OOC] hackkitty: you've gotta be kidding me >.<
[OOC] WC GM: What's the last you saw?
[OOC] hackkitty: [14:12] <Pak> "I think they ATE them all."
[OOC] hackkitty: keeps being irc too, connection's fine…
[OOC] hackkitty: murphy's fucking law
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, well.
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Orn, can you eat dirt?"
Sakha: "Though they could find out how to do it themselves easily enough. I could figure it out."
Pak looks up at him.
ORN: "It is likely that fixing milf would ruin their current ecology, forcing their population to dwindle to managable numbers."
ORN: "It may be too late for the area, however, already becoming deserted."
Ahiru: "Milf would do better to bering life to the land more than the people."
Pak: "Exactly."
Pak sighs.
As you walk, a camp comes into view ahead.
Pak blinks at the camp.
Pak: "…"
Pak: "Okay."
Pak looks to Hector.
Hector: "No."
Sakha still is lost in thought about the interracial connundrum.
ORN: "This unit requires silicates to repair most damage and occasional polising but may subsist primarily on earth-elemental energies."
Pak: "T_T; You don't know what I was gonna ask!"
A flag flies atop the camp - a simple insignia of two furred ears.
Pak: "I was gonna say, let's see if they have any food to steal!"
Hector: "Heh. Now you're talking my language."
[OOC] Hector: Cat or rabbit?
Pak: "Let me see how big the camp is…"
[OOC] WC GM: Rabbit
Pak casts Sight.
ORN: (furries)
It's maybe a 50 person camp. Military - akin to the most heavily armed of Refuge's training barracks, but more rigid and formalized.
As if those therein don't care so much about keeping the peace, as on killing.
Pak: "…Kay… that's kind of scary."
Hector: "Nothing worth stealing?"
Pak: "There might be, but it'd be a tough fight if we attacked head-on."
Pak: "They've got about 50 people and look pretty strongly armed."
Sakha: "Can we just kill a few of them, it'll do wonders for their population problem…"
Hector: "Hm."
Hector: "Forget it. Let's try to go around them. It's not worth it."
Sakha: "And these ones haven't been nice to use yet… and killing them would help with the war…"
ORN: "Area effect systems are completely discharged from earlier combat."
Pak: "Hmm…"
Cass: "Better to be safe then sorry."
Hector: "'course, if they're viera, I'm sure a pair of mithra could scare them shitless, and we have that."
Pak: "Fine. But if we find a smaller camp… but wait, a smaller camp would be more likely to need the food."
ORN: "This unit is unsure as to the safety of engaging these. However they likely have sentries posted. We should expect to encounter them even while avoiding the main camp"
Pak: "Dammit, this is hard."
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 33 ( Total: 33 )
[OOC] Hector: Pass tactics by 17
Pak still has sight-mode on. He looks for a building that looks like it might have food in it.
Sakha: "I can go in and see if they run, if not, ORN could jump me out of there."
ORN: (like a prison?)
WC_GM Hector They aren't shooting each other, and the Viera earlier seemed to be unsure if Sakha and Pak were //"fluffers" or "patchists". Perhaps if you identified yourselves as allies, you could pass through without harm.
[OOC] WC GM: …aggh. Supposed to be PMed.
[OOC] WC GM: Oh, well. >_>
ORN looks at sakha
Hector: "Hey, Pak. What kind of Viera are those? We could say you and Sakha are the kind they are."
Pak: "I can't see people. But…"
ORN: "This unit could perform such an attempt."
Pak: "I think that flag looked furry."
Pak: "But I'm not really furry."
ORN: "Likely "
furries". There are furry ears on that flag."
Hector: "So that's what you are right now."
Pak: "…Sure, fine."
Sakha: "Do we have to pretend to be friends AGAIN?"
Hector: "What, you want fifty people all filling your simultaneously with bullets?"
Hector: "Forget it. It's more tactically advantageous to masquerade as their friends until we're out of their visual range."
[OOC] Pak: Eww, gun bukkake
Pak: "Right."
Pak switches Sight mode off.
Pak eventually finds what looks like it could be their food storehouse.
[OOC] Pak: Where is it?
Pak: "…Wait."
Pak: "…Hehehe."
Pak: "I almost forgot about something, though."
It is, of course, near the center of the camp. One of their more defensible buildings.
Pak: "If…"
ORN: "Should there prove to be too many sentries, This unit could…"
Pak poofs behind ORN.
Pak: "I forgot I had this short-range teleport spell. n.n;"
ORN: "Helper pak is most versatile."
Pak: "So if we DO get close, I could poof in, take the food, and poof out. It's risky, of course, so we should still stay away. It's locked up in that big building in the middle."
Hector: "Hm."
Hector: "Well, food banditry is what we do best, you know."
ORN: "This unit is also capable of creating a distraction. Foodstuffs appear to be most important for the Helpers."
Cass: "We need to think of a wy to not get us killed thought."
ORN: "Landing Impact on small huts likely to cause much commotion"
Hector: "Hm."
WC GM rolled 1d100 and got 1 ( Total: 1 )
Hector: "We'd have to find an outcropping of rocks or something that you could blend into afterwards."
[OOC] ORN: ORN SMASH FURRIES!
Cass: "Sounds like a good idea."
Sure enough, there are sentries and patrols. A band of 5 Viera walks up to you from the left.
Pak looks over.
Soldier: "Halt and identify! Be you fluffers or be you patchists?"
Pak: "…Ah, here they come."
Hector: "Hm. Well, that spoils the whole thing."
Pak: "We'll see."
Hector pokes Pak in the shoulder from behind.
Pak: "Fluffers!"
The soldier nods. "State your business, friend."
Pak: "We're just passing through. We're headed to… er… what was the name of that library?"
Soldier: "Planetfall?"
Pak: "Yes, that's it. n.n"
Ahiru discreetly changes into King.
Pak: "This is the right way, correct?"
Soldier: "It is. Be warned - there've been some patchists digging near it recently."
Pak: "Got it. Thanks!"
ORN: "Digging? Is this library a mining site?"
Pak bows to them and adjusts his hat.
Soldier: "We'd take care of them, but first we're to take care of some NEUTRALS…"
She almost spits the word. "…back the way you came."
Pak: "…"
Hector: "Ancient artifacts or something, I'd presume. Come on."
Soldier: "You haven't seen them, have you?"
Pak frowns.
ORN: "…"
Cass: "Neutrals?"
Ahiru: "Neutrals? What's wrong with neutrals?"
Hector: "Nah, didn't see 'em."
Pak: "Neutrals? How are those a higher priority than Patchers?"
ORN: "Unaligned entities are a lesser threat than actual enemies. A lack of enemies would likely also mean no hostilities with them."
Soldier: "They're disgusting vermin too weak to choose a side. They don't deserve Milf's gifts - yet they abuse it frequently."
Soldier: "They actually PREFER eating their own, to devouring those fallen in combat."
Pak: "…"
ORN starts growing extra shards across his spear and darkens
Cass gets sick again
Pak: "Anyway… Haven't seen them."
Hector: "Right. Well, we're off, then."
Pak shrugs.
Hector starts moving, motions for everyone to follow.
Pak goes in the direction Hector points.
Cass follows and is wretching again
The soldier whistles loudly - enough to be heard by the guard at the gate ahead - then gives a hand sign.
Said guard looks up, looks at the party, then stands aside, allowing the party entrance to the camp.
Sakha: "So neutrals eat babies and then the factionist eat those that die and make moe soldiers."
[OOC] Pak: Oh, we have to pass through the camp to go on?
[OOC] Hector: I guess.
Pak: "Yes."
Hector: "So it seems."
[OOC] ORN: more like they kill others to eat'em
[OOC] WC GM: You don't have to, but they're letting you if you want.
Pak looks over to the camp…
Pak: "…Nah. Let's avoid it for now."
Ahiru: "But… foood…"
Cass nods and says "This is worse.."
Pak: "Mm."
Pak: "…Alright. >_> Who wants to risk it?"
Hector: "Stand down. We're at an extreme disadvantage."
Pak: "Kay."
ORN lets them fall off and nods for now
Pak guides the party arouuuund the camp and they head off towards their destination.
Sakha: "Anything if i get a chance to kl a few, you heard 'em they'd thank us for the food."
Pak: "…Crap, you know what? I forgot to find out what the whole problem with Patchers and Fluffies are."
Pak: "And we won't get an objective answer from any part… x.x;
The guard shrugs as you walk around, and resumes her post. You pass around with no further incident.
ORN: "A simple matter of superficial physical differences being used to justify atrocities, pak."
Cass: "ORN, just be glad you don't need to eat. My stomach is turning"
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness
ORN: //(d100) 66.

Cass rolled 1d100 and got 91 ( Total: 91 )
Sakha rolled 1d100: 92 [Total: 92 (High), Avg and got 92.00]
[OOC] ORN: failed by 10…
Ahiru rolled 1d100: 8 [Total: 8 (Low), Avg and got 8.00]
[OOC] Cass: fail
[OOC] WC GM: Pak? Hector?
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 36 ( Total: 36 )
[OOC] Hector: pass by 20
As you pass by, Ahiru and Hector get a glimpse inside the food building Pak pointed out.
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 100 ( Total: 100 )
[OOC] Pak: Faiiiil
[OOC] Ahiru: and what we see?
There is nothing inside but a meat locker, with lots of tattooed Viera bodies hung from hooks. You saw something similar briefly in Plainsburg, though the bodies weren't formerly sentient so far as you know.
[OOC] WC GM: Typing it up. ;)
[OOC] ORN: yeah…
Ahiru blanches. //"Um… that's not food…"
You also notice a complete lack of non-Viera in the camp.
quietly* "They only consume other sentients…"
Hector: "Huh. Well, guess that's how it all works, then."
Sakha: "Can we kill a few? this is just sick…"
ORN: "…. Helper pak…"
ORN: "Which is their barracks?"
Cass: "I don't think that will help, Sakha. We need to get Milf."
Pak: "If we killed them all, we would spare those neutrals for a little."
Hector: "…what is with you people?"
Hector: "Just…everyone shut up and let's keep moving. We can't change every little thing that's wrong with this world that we see."
Pak: "Kay…"
ORN: "This unit finds such methods unacceptable. Thinning their numbers silently would at least punish their actions."
Hector: "Orn, stand down. That's an order."
ORN: "…"
Pak: "Let's just get to the library. We'll probably have to kill some there.
Hector: "Or find a way to sneak in."
Cass: "Well, we can't figure out what to do until we get near the library, right?
Pak: "Right.
Pak: "So let's go!"
Cass: "Yeah."
*follows Pak*
ORN follows
Around you go. You encounter nothing else until the afternoon, when on the horizon…
WC GM: //…you're not quite sure WHAT that is. A vehicle of some kind?

Cass: "Anybody seeing what I see?"
Like nothing you've ever seen, that's for sure. A cylinder - roughly - of metal, with bulges here and there.
ORN jumps ahead to investigate, spear readied
It flares out to form a big nozzle at the top. Something tells you that it was supposed to go the other way around.
Maybe it's the small crater it's in.
Pak: "What… is this thing…?"
Cass sees ORN jump ahead, and yells //"Wait up you don't know whats going on!" and then follows it
Whatever it is, it's old.
Hector arrives at the scene a few minutes behind Orn.
ORN: //hmm…

ORN: (can I roll machina lore or systems to figure it out?)
And there are currently some Viera - bare-skinned with tattoos - digging around in front of it.
Pak: "Hmm…"
[OOC] WC GM: Sure. You might get a guess at it.
Pak: "Patchers."
Cass skids to a stop and tries to get out of thier sight
Pak considers.
Pak: "…Sakha."
[OOC] ORN: which? though they're both 40…
ORN rolled d100 and got 61 ( Total: 61 )
[OOC] Hector: lol fail
[OOC] ORN: I haven't rolled ANYTHING under 60 today
Sakha: "I still want to kill sme of them…"
Pak: "If you don't mind, can we interrogate them BEFORE we kill them?"
Sakha: "Fine…"
Hector: "Hm."
They aren't looking your way. There are only a dozen of them, and not nearly as well-armed as the ones you just passed.
Hector: "Circle the rim, of the crater, but don't go in."
Pak walks over and looms. //"Helloooo…"
Pak is standing on the rim as instructed.
Hector: "They're on a severe disandvantage for terrain."
ORN already on the thing. Besides, I can always jump
Hector walks around to one area that's not covered.
One of them looks up, half-drawing a pistol as she surveys the group.
Pak waves. "What are you doing, fellow Patchist?"
[OOC] Hector: Pray she doesn't ask to see them.
ORN: "This unit would inquire as to the origins of this system."
The Viera smiles, and re-sheathes her weapon. "Archaeology. What about you?"
Sakha: "We're doing our own research."
Pak: "This is the Planetfall library?"
Hector is on the opposite side of the crater and is surveying the ass of the viera Pak is talking to.
Ahiru: "Whatcha digging up?"
Archaeologist: "This is. We're trying to find any bits of the rocket that fell off."
Pak: "Rocket?"
Pak tilts his head.
Pak: "Hmm."
The ass looks not quite as fine as the one he's already hit.
Ahiru: "Planet fall… so you can see how you can go back?"
Archaeologist: "Yeah. Supposedly, this is where our ancestors landed."
ORN: "Techschool designs occasionally use them as weapons. This is unusually large however"
Pak blinks and walks over to Hector to see what he's looking at.
Cass: "Landed?"
Ahiru: "I wonder what the place they came from was like…"
Pak: "…Tail."
The archaeologist simply smiles and points northwards.
Sakha: "I wonder if these things may be related to moogles if they came from the sky…"
she mutters
Pak looks north?
Hector looks at Pak. "Hey, if they're surveying the area, why can't I survey their area?"
She's pointing at the inner moon, which is now making another pass along the sky.
Pak ohs.
Pak: "It's that moon."
Hector looks!
[OOC] Hector: Oh geez, it's Lunar.
Pak looks to Hector. "But I thought you said you didn't want to hit one of those again."
Hector: "Doesn't mean I can't look."
Archaeologist: "That moon. The one the legends say our people came from. Fled, were ejected, whatever version you want to believe."
Pak: "Hmm…"
Pak: "Well, it sounded like Ahiru's partner wasn't as brusque. And non-neutrals don't eat their young."
Pak: "So give it a shot if you want."
Hector scratches the back of his head.
Pak: "Anyway, how do we get inside this thing?"
ORN: "Is there any evidence that would point to the presence of various edibles on this moon?"
Pak calls that one out loud.
Pak sees a bridge leading to an open door in the rocket.
Pak: "Oh, wait, I see it."
Pak walks around the perimeter.
Cass: "Can we go in, please?"
Pak hmms.
Archaeologist: "We're not going to stop you."
ORN heads over to bridge, crosses and goes in immediately
[OOC] Sakha: This is the most predjudiced character I've ever played… nect to Azhreia
Pak enters as well~
ORN starts noting down anything he can see/find
Cass: "Thank you."
*goes across the bridge*
Pak: "Hector, Sakha, Ahiru~ Come on~"
Hector enters, too.
Sakha sighs and follows
[OOC] WC GM: Systems check, ORN.
[OOC] Hector: I have other windows open. I can't keep vigilant all the time.
Ahiru follows too
[OOC] WC GM: Or appropriate Lore.
[OOC] WC GM: Or appropriate Lore.
ORN rolled d100 and got 68 ( Total: 68 )
ORN: //(ok this is rididuclous. I'm using my good fortune reroll.)

ORN rolled d100 and got 8 ( Total: 8 )
[OOC] Ahiru: Try !sugar next time, maybe sugar will like you
ORN: (well. about time.)
This…was a transport vehicle.
Hector whistles. //"Heavy metal."
A rocket-propelled transport. The design screams of desparation and corner-cutting to ORN - whoever built this wanted out of somewhere, FAST.
[OOC] Sakha: I bed you loved that movie :P
And wanted to take as many people as possible.
[OOC] Hector: No, actually. I fucking hated it.
ORN: "This is sub-par engineering, but built to carry a very large number of passengers."
[OOC] ORN: anything else I can tell about it?
[OOC] ORN: or find/activate/toy
Very few comforts. The "passenger" compartment probably mainly shielded everyone by the sheer mass of bodies - having enough flesh there that acceleration shocks simply could not move people around.
Sakha: "Fleeing with the moogles maybe. I'm going to keep thinking of those things as perverte moogles now."
Cass: "Yeah, I guess you can say that they wanted out. I'm surprised it stayed intact."
Pak: "The Moogles traveled by rocket?"
ORN: "Most likely it was too heavily packed to be entirely crushed on impact"
Hector: "Huh."
Hector: "Were moogles the passengers, or just the designers?"
It is dead and silent, having served its purpose as a one-shot vehicle. It does not, however, speak to Moogle engineering.
It's far too practical.
Sakha: "They're abominations that should die. It's unnatural to have no men at all… they're evil."
ORN: "If there were moogles, they were not the designers of this unit."
Hector: "Hm."
Hector: "Who could have designed it? Dwarves?"
ORN: "This is both crude and relatively efficient for the efforts involved."
Cass: "The Viera?"
Hector: "I don't think a race that comes up with ornate tattoo patterns could build something so artistically sterile."
Sakha: "They came form the same place as the moogles, thats what it seems like to me."
The controls are extremely crude and basic - a toggle to start the rocket motor, now empty of fuel, and a few simple controls to try to direct the rocket's path.
ORN: "Dwarves would likely have been too proud to let so many corners be avoided in the construction of this system. I cannot tell for certain however."
Hector: "Maybe it was humans. We're pretty awful artists."
There is one seat in the entire vehicle - for the pilot.
[OOC] Ahiru: Wait… they'e the immortal rabbits from the moon… oh god another horrid reference ~_~ Bad Tsukino Usagi
Hector: "Pak and I once raided a tapestry caravan. They were the ugliest things I'd ever seen in my life."
[OOC] Cass: XD
Dents on the control panel suggest the pilot was not securely strapped in upon landing.
[OOC] WC GM: Not immortal - but they are rabbits fromthe moon. ;)
[OOC] WC GM: *from the
ORN looks closer at the controls
[OOC] WC GM: And it predates Sailor Moon. ;)
Cass: "Ouch…that looks like a nasty hit."
ORN: "It would perhaps coincide with the sudden arrival of the vierra"
Hector: "Hm. A landmass only built for a small number of races suddenly getting an influx of visitors."
ORN: "Such disregard for fellow lives seems similar to their current behavior. It is possible they ate everything there and came to find more. Or ran out of room."
Cass: "Or maybe they were genetically made? They broke out, and the craft crashed?"
Hector: "And then they ran out here."
[OOC] Ahiru: I know that
ORN: "If this is the case it is entirely possible the inner moon is a deadened world from similar, previous actions by this race. Their sudden ability to consume themselves may prove to have saved us from further expansion"
Cass: "Yeah."
Hector: "Huh. Maybe Milf's been off-kilter longer than we thought."
ORN: "However, we do not know how long ago they began turning on eachother in addition to such methods. This could be due to Milf's instability. If they've begun seeking other sources of nourishment, we may need more destructive tactics to arrive at a proper balance."
Cass: "Could be. I wouldn't put it past it."
Pak: "We could ask the people outside."
Cass: "And being locked in here, saved the surface from total destruction."
Pak: "We need to get them stabilized…"
Pak hmms.
Hector: "And focus on getting the life into the earth instead of the people."
Pak: "Yes."
Pak: "But anyway, I don't see how this is a "
library"."
ORN: "Though that may have been caused by their own unchecked multiplication."
Pak looks around.
Hector looks up, then down.
ORN: "How so, helper Pak? have we not learned much in coming here?"
Hector: "You'd think there'd be books or some kind of information database."
Pak: "Maybe someone stole the books!"
Pak eeks!
Sakha: "They started eating each other after the Mithra were driven out I bet."
Archaeologist: "We used to have books here, actually."
Pak blinks and turns around.
ORN: "This unit was only built for transport. It lacks any of the control systems found on the giant Chocobo unit."
Pak: "Oh, it's you?"
The archaeologist from earlier is standing in the doorway.
ORN looks over at the archeologist
Cass: "What happened to them?"
Sakha: "Wait… left Grav to meet Grav… Falling… meeting gravity… but why would the moon be Grav?"
Archaeologist: "It's not safe for them to be here. We removed them."
ORN: "It is also affected by grav."
She scowls.
ORN: "Where are these books located now?"
Pak: "Where did you take them?"
Archaeologist: "Back to the capital. Which you'll never see…MITHRA."
Pak twitch.
ORN grabs spear
Her guns are out.
Hector unsheaths his whip and cracks it dramatically.
Pak: "T_T Damn. How'd she figure it out?"
Sakha: "Oh you noticed…? I guess I'll get to fight now, hold on a moment."
Archaeologist: "I don't know where you've been hiding or how you've been hiding."
Pak has his knife ready.
Cass: "What do you mean? Oh come on! Are you dumb?"
*unsheathes her sword*
Archaeologist: "But you will NOT defile this land any more!"
ORN: "This world must be restored to proper balance. Enimical foreign entities will be removed, intruder"
Cass: "Whoa! Wait? You think we did it?"
[OOC] Pak: How did she figure it out? x.x
Sakha: "You defiled it first by taking over OUR land but whatever…"
Sakha makes some notes.
[OOC] ORN: by defile she means you existing on there
Pak: "Hmph. You think just one Viera can handle all of us?"
Hector: "Man, I'm not even from here and I'm embroiled in your little war. And this is the worst place for my people to go, anyway."
Pak tries to act all cool like Hector does sometimes.
Archaeologist: "No. Perhaps I can't."
Pak: "Long-eared demons shouldn't mess around!"
Pak rushes her!
[OOC] ORN: roll for initiative, monkeyboy!
She smiles, stepping aside to reveal her assisants. "But THEY can."
WC GM: //Battle order: Hector:17 ORN:16 Pak:16 WorkerA:16 WorkerC:16 ArchC:15 ArchD:15 WorkerE:15 Sahka:14 ArchE:14 WorkerB:14 Cass:13 ArchA:13 ArchB:12 WorkerD:12 Ahiru:10 ArchF:10 WorkerF:8

Pak: "…Oh crap!"
[OOC] WC GM: Hector!
Pak is still in mid-run. x.x;
[OOC] Pak: WC[[user:WingedCat|1177256474]]~
[OOC] Sakha: Attack the Mithra!
[OOC] Pak: How did they figure us out? ;-;
Hector points dramatically at the enemy group and poses, and then the word //"ASSAULT!" appears behind him. "Go forth, my loyal battle monkeys, and bust a cap!"
Cass looks at Hector, and shakes her head, and refocuses on the workers
Hector: "And now that that's out of the way…"
*he puts his shield up to his face and holds his arm diagonally across his shoulder: DEFEND*
[OOC] WC GM: She overheard your comments.
[OOC] Pak: What comments?
[OOC] WC GM: And looked closely.
[OOC] Pak: K.
[OOC] Hector: You jerks need to play Makai Kingdom.
[OOC] WC GM: "to have no men at all", for starters.
Pak looks at Hector.
[OOC] Hector: It's like $18.
ORN stabs his lance into the ground and starts forming spikes all over his body
ORN: //(cherry blossom, CT4)

Pak: "…Why the heck are you defending? x.x"
Pak managed to skid to a halt…
[OOC] WC GM: Pak!
Hector: "Hey, I'm not a loyal battle monkey."
Pak spins backwards and tries Element Reels!
Pak rolled 1d10 and got 2 ( Total: 2 )
Pak: "Fire!"
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 82 ( Total: 82 )
[OOC] Pak: GF!
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 48 ( Total: 48 )
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 87 ( Total: 87 )
[OOC] Pak: …Bleh fine
Pak acks as only 1 fiery dagger flies out.
Pak rolled 1d12 and got 3 ( Total: 3 )
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 63 ( Total: 63 )
[OOC] Pak: Is that a hit?
[OOC] WC GM: hit
[OOC] Hector: +1 DS because it's an attack action?
Pak rolled 1d6+44 and got 3 ( Total: 47 )
[OOC] WC GM: I believe so
[OOC] Pak: 47 Fire ARM damage
Pak: "Damn. >.< I lost my focus."
Archaeologist C takes it in the ears.
Sakha seems to be ignoring everything for the moment.
The three workers take their picks, shovels, and other implements and pound upon Pak.
WC GM rolled 3d100 and got 66, 17, 12 ( Total: 95 )
[OOC] Sakha: Pound on Sakha ;-;
WC GM rolled 3#1d12+36(1) and got 7 ( Total: 43 )
WC GM rolled 3#1d12+36(2) and got 5 ( Total: 41 )
WC GM rolled 3#1d12+36(3) and got 4 ( Total: 40 )
WC GM got a total of 124)
For 43, ARM then 41, ARM, then 40, ARM damage.
[OOC] Hector: Holy crap. Pak, I hope that makes you hit your limit soon.
Two archaeologists pound on the other Mithra.
With Fire.
[OOC] Pak: Only one of them would get 200% from Unaware.
[OOC] Pak: …Oh.
WC GM rolled 2d100 and got 36, 12 ( Total: 48 )
WC GM rolled 2#1d8+40(1) and got 8 ( Total: 48 )
WC GM rolled 2#1d8+40(2) and got 1 ( Total: 41 )
WC GM got a total of 89)
[OOC] Pak: HP: 17/90, MP: 46/49, SoS: 22.5
Twin fireballs single Sahka for 48, MARM then 41, MARM Fire damage.
[OOC] Hector: He's in SOS already!
[OOC] Sakha: Pak only has90 HP? I have 115!
Pak winces as he's put in much pain~!
[OOC] WC GM: -single +singe
[OOC] Pak: T_T;;; W, what?!
Hector: "Cass! Heal Pak now!"
Pak is DEFINITELY ready for his Limit, though.
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha!
[OOC] Sakha: Does magic ever do 2x Unaware?
Pak is flashing red.
[OOC] Pak: no.
Cass: "Right."
[OOC] Pak: Sakha is still unaware too.
[OOC] ORN: no, only physical. group unaware and all of a sudden cherry blossom is most tasty ;p
[OOC] Sakha: I hate you >_<
[OOC] Hector: You shouldn't have picked such a debilitating disadvantage.
[OOC] ORN: she fire-weak?
[OOC] Cass: so, Sakha is smoldering, and still reading? You think she would smell the burning flesh and get a clue, you know.
[OOC] Pak: Well…
Sakha puts out a couple fires and turns around, //"Really now, I'll kick your asses soon enough."
[OOC] ORN: unfortunately physical damage is what snaps you out… so…
[OOC] Cass: yeah.
[OOC] Sakha: Nope, not fire-weak
[OOC] Sakha: I want the extra damage for Limit
Another archaeologist mutters a spell…
WC GM rolled 1d100 and got 68 ( Total: 68 )
…only for it to backfire as she gets pounded into the roof of the doorway.
Pak blinks.
Grav: "DO NOT TRY TO USE MY MAGIC AGAINST MY SERVANTS!"
Pak: "…What just happened?"
Pak: "Aaah!!!"
ORN: //(I think she just tried to DEMI us.)

Pak runs around in circles!
[OOC] WC GM: Yep. Which Grav objects to.
Pak: "W, why is Grav yelling?!"
Hector: "Gravving crap!"
Ahiru: "Thanks Grav!"// ^_^ the duck-girl smiles.
Cass: "Be thankful Grav stopped it."
Hector looks to Ahiru. "Ahiru, pull out one of those funky dance numbers you have."
[OOC] WC GM: And just for cinematics' sake…
[OOC] Pak: So we're basically Gravity-Immune forever? x.x;
[OOC] ORN: well, this time anyways
The assaulting Viera stop in their tracks, confused…and Unaware(1).
[OOC] Pak: Like how Hero in DQ8 is immune to Curse?
[OOC] Hector: HA HA HA!
[OOC] WC GM: Cass! If you want to go before ORN.
Cass casts Cure on Pak
Cass rolled 1d8+28 and got 2 ( Total: 30 )
[OOC] Ahiru: I actually have decent damage now mou
[OOC] WC GM: Now, ORN - you were saying something about tasty Group Unaware CB?
[OOC] ORN: indeed…
[OOC] Ahiru: 2d8+36 with Assault
[OOC] WC GM: Then guess what time it is? ;)
ORN: "This unit will eliminate all forces opposed to Helper GRAV!"
[OOC] Hector: Doesn't it do 75% damage? So wouldn't the total technically be uh…150%?
[OOC] WC GM: Then guess what time it is? ;)
ORN: "This unit will eliminate all forces opposed to Helper GRAV!"
[OOC] Hector: Doesn't it do 75% damage? So wouldn't the total technically be uh…150%?
[OOC] WC GM: Percents add in FFRPG
[OOC] Ahiru: No thats as a Duck :P Not as a person
[OOC] ORN: additive. Unaware's +100% and frag's -25%. so… 175
[OOC] WC GM: If it's double, it says double. Unaware says +100%.
ORN grabs his spear, bursts into the enemy lot and detonates his outer layer
[OOC] Hector: Noice.
[OOC] WC GM: So, yeah. 175%
ORN: "RAZOR SWARM!"
ORN rolled 1d12+55,175% and got 6 ( Total: 106.75 )
Hector is glad he's defending. He doesn't want shards of things in his beautiful face.
ORN staggers for a second and leaps back into party lines
ORN: //(noticibly thinner)

[OOC] Ahiru: I'd have to be a duck first and go before the Unaware one next time ~_~ But My duck damage sucks in comparison with my new weapon
[OOC] Hector: It's only vanity if you're ugly. Hector is DEAD SEXY.
[OOC] Cass: okay…Vega
[OOC] Hector: I wear a shirt, and my tattoo is only on my back.
The Viera shake it off with that assault, and renew their attack.
Pak sweatdrops a bit. //"They're still coming."
Two archaeologits unsheathe their guns and fire at ORN.
WC GM rolled 2d100 and got 27, 14 ( Total: 41 )
Hector: "Unleash the fury, little bro. Unleash it like you just learned someone took the last cookie."
WC GM rolled 2#1d8+36(1) and got 4 ( Total: 40 )
WC GM rolled 2#1d8+36(2) and got 5 ( Total: 41 )
WC GM got a total of 81)
Pak: "T_T MYYYY cookie."
for 40, ARM then 41, ARM damage.
[OOC] Cass: Pak did it all for the cookie!
Two workers then pound upon Sahka.
WC GM rolled 2d100 and got 27, 84 ( Total: 111 )
WC GM rolled 2#1d12+36(1) and got 10 ( Total: 46 )
WC GM rolled 2#1d12+36(2) and got 1 ( Total: 37 )
WC GM got a total of 83)
[OOC] Pak: I hope Sakha doesn't die.
For 46, ARM then 37, ARM damage.
[OOC] WC GM: Ahiru!
[OOC] Cass: brb
[OOC] ORN: 90/120, 25% limit charge.
[OOC] Sakha: 21/115 - BERSERK SOS: 28
[OOC] ORN: *snap?*
Pak looks over at Sakha for a second.
Ahiru uses a tonic on Sakha.
Pak: "…Eek…"
[OOC] Cass: back
The final worker and the final archaeologist pound upon Sakha and Pak respectively.
WC GM rolled 2d100 and got 33, 80 ( Total: 113 )
[OOC] Sakha: 46/115
WC GM rolled 1d12+36 and got 6 ( Total: 42 )
WC GM rolled 1d8+36 and got 1 ( Total: 37 )
[OOC] Pak: Is she literally pounding? Like, what is she using?
Sahka takes 42, ARM damage. Pak takes 37, ARM damage.
[OOC] Pak: K.
Pak is piiiiissed.
[OOC] WC GM: The worker's using a shover. The arch's pistol-whipping Sakha.
WC GM: //Battle order: Pak:19 Hector:16 Ahiru:16 ORN:15 ArchA:14 WorkerE:14 ArchD:13 ArchF:13 ArchC:12 Cass:11 WorkerA:11 Sahka:10 ArchB:10 WorkerD:10 WorkerF:9 WorkerB:8 WorkerC:8 ArchE:7

[OOC] Sakha: The tonic saved me
[OOC] WC GM: Pak!
[OOC] Hector: OH SNAP!
[OOC] Sakha: 26/115 - Berserk again
Pak twitches. //"Don't you hunt big sisteeeeeer! *_*"
[OOC] Sakha: wait 20/115
Pak throws his exploding dice RIGHT at Arch-A, the one that came in first.
[OOC] Sakha: Oh yay… ArchE the one that got unawar is LAST
[OOC] Sakha: who has the hardest hit to get a bonus on that one?
Pak rolled 2d6+133 and got 3, 1 ( Total: 137 )
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 38 ( Total: 38 )
[OOC] Pak: 133 MARM damage, Fire, Half damage to other targets, 83, MEVA chance of Armor down, 41% for secondary targets
[OOC] WC GM: You mean 137, right?
[OOC] Pak: …yeah
Archaeologist A collapses in a charred heap.
[OOC] ORN: you sure the chance of status goes down for frag secondaries? It states it does for the healing style, but seems to say only damage for attacks.
[OOC] Pak: I dunno.
The others are singed, but keep going.
[OOC] Pak: Well, wait, oops.
[OOC] WC GM: I'll go with half status as well.
[OOC] WC GM: Hector!
[OOC] Pak: I'm supposed to roll a different d100 for each secondary target ANYWAY.
[OOC] WC GM: Hector!
[OOC] Pak: I'm supposed to roll a different d100 for each secondary target ANYWAY.
[OOC] ORN: alright.
[OOC] Pak: So.
Pak rolled 11d100 and got 68, 23, 94, 11, 40, 59, 65, 63, 61, 47, 29 ( Total: 560 )
[OOC] Hector: HP count, Pak?
[OOC] Pak: HP: 24/90, MP: 37/49, SoS: 22.5
[OOC] Hector: Ahiru, I take it you're gonna heal Sakha with a potion or something?
[OOC] Ahiru: Yeah >_>
[OOC] Hector: 'kay.
Archaeologist E's clothes seem to be a little loose fitting, as Grav seems to play along with Pak's burning.
[OOC] WC GM: I.e., only she is ARM Down
Hector uses the Royal Potion on Pak. +50 HP
Pak perks right up.
Hector: "Orn, do that crazy explosion thing again. That was great."
Ahiru uses a potion on Sakha too.
[OOC] Pak: I like this party. Let's feed the magical cats until they explode!
[OOC] WC GM: ORN!
ORN was already planning to. CT4 time.
[OOC] Pak: HP: 77/90, MP: 37/49, SoS: 22.5
[OOC] Pak: I made a mistake, fixed it
One worker pulls out a bottle of Ink and throws it at the party!
[OOC] Sakha: 70/115, LB: 114/115
WC GM rolled 6d100 and got 48, 33, 74, 15, 51, 54 ( Total: 275 )
Pak kyaans! "Ink! Ewwww~!"
[OOC] Hector: I fucking hope I got the 74.
[OOC] WC GM: 65-MEVA chance
[OOC] WC GM: You did
[OOC] ORN: which one am I?
[OOC] Hector: Hooray! Evaded!
[OOC] Hector: 15?
[OOC] WC GM: The 15
[OOC] Hector: Ahiru, Cass, Me, Orn, Pak, Sakha
[OOC] Pak: Means that your CB will have a 75% hit chance
[OOC] Ahiru: 21 MEVA - evaded
[OOC] ORN: good thing this is autohit then. will have a chance to work still
ORN and Cassandra are Blind(6)
[OOC] Sakha: 22 MEVA - evaded
[OOC] Cass: Boo!
[OOC] Hector: Blind wears off after battle?
[OOC] WC GM: Yes
[OOC] Hector: Some FFs have blind go forever.
[OOC] Hector: Thank GHOD.
[OOC] Pak: Yes.
[OOC] Hector: Status ailments are so pervasive in FF12 that they almost break the game when they work.
Cass tries to rub the ink out of her eyes
[OOC] Hector: Blind lasts FOREVER.
[OOC] Hector: EVEN WHEN YOU DIE.
[OOC] Hector: At least the game has status-cures for Blind, Poison, Stone, and Silence.
[OOC] Pak: Okay- when it's your turn, roll 11d100 to see if they hit.
[OOC] Hector: Spells, I mean.
Three Archaeologists mutter a brief spell on their pistols, then fire glowing red bullets at Pak.
[OOC] ORN: 11? individual hits eh? heh.
[OOC] Hector: Orn's ability is AUTOHIT.
WC GM rolled 3d100 and got 54, 43, 45 ( Total: 142 )
[OOC] Pak: It doesn't matter, Hector.
[OOC] WC GM: Blind means autohit isn't auto.
[OOC] Hector: Ouch.
WC GM rolled 3#1d8+36(1) and got 5 ( Total: 41 )
WC GM rolled 3#1d8+36(2) and got 2 ( Total: 38 )
[OOC] Pak: 75% chance to hit, still, though
WC GM rolled 3#1d8+36(3) and got 4 ( Total: 40 )
WC GM got a total of 119)
They hit for 41, ARM then 38, ARM then 40, ARM damage.
[OOC] Pak: Whaaaat? Not fire?
[OOC] WC GM: Red Feast
[OOC] Sakha: Blind doesn't affect magical damage though :3
[OOC] ORN: shit.
[OOC] Hector: Shit, indeed.
[OOC] Pak: HP: 9/90, MP: 38/49, SoS: 22.5
[OOC] Pak: My arm is 17.
[OOC] Hector: You need more armor.
[OOC] WC GM: ORN! Then Cass!
[OOC] Hector: And they need to attack someone who's not you. Wish I had provoke or something.
[OOC] Pak: Yeah, I couldn't upgrade. I was too poor.
Hector: "Cassie, heal Pak NOW!"
[OOC] ORN: he's probably like me, a level or two away from EVERYTHING going up a tier
Hector: "If you have a potion, use it!"
Cass: "Okay, I was going too."
Pak: "…Over here, Cassie!"
Cass cast Cure on Pak
Pak calls out so she doesn't walk the wrong way.
ORN: "Warning to allies. Unknown firing pattern!"
[OOC] Hector: Cure heals less than a Potion.
ORN slashes out a wave of obsidian shards in the general area of the enemies
[OOC] Cass: then there is a clue on what I don't have.
[OOC] Hector: You don't have any potions? Huh.
ORN rolled 3d100 and got 63, 3, 24 ( Total: 90 )
ORN rolled 3d100 and got 63, 3, 24 ( Total: 90 )
ORN rolled 8d100 and got 54, 91, 73, 84, 36, 41, 64, 19 ( Total: 462 )
Cass rolled 1d8+28 and got 2 ( Total: 30 )
[OOC] Pak: (All hits except for two of them.
[OOC] Sakha: Worker hit me for limit :3 pwease
[OOC] Pak: HP: 39/90, MP: 38/49, SoS: 22.5
[OOC] WC GM: Hits all but ArchF and WorkerB
[OOC] ORN: damage once or 9 times?
[OOC] WC GM: Once
[OOC] Pak: Once.
ORN rolled 1d12+55,75% and got 9 ( Total: 48.0 )
[OOC] ORN: its not much after armor.
[OOC] Hector: That probably just undid the Red Feast healing.
[OOC] Hector: Assuming Red Feast = damage after armor going to HP.
[OOC] Sakha: On E it would be 175% wouldn't it?
[OOC] Hector: Sounds like it should be in an SMT game. :P
WorkerA steps in to take the damage for ArchaeologistC!
[OOC] Sakha: And remove unaware?
[OOC] WC GM: E's not Unaware
[OOC] ORN: condemn yourself and start whipping. we need to boost that output.
[OOC] WC GM: E caused Unaware last turn
[OOC] Pak: Sakha, they were all unaware LAST round
ORN: //(All those that were unaware, and that's all of them, took a 175% physical hit.)

[OOC] ORN: thus waking up
[OOC] Sakha: oh…
[OOC] Hector: Is Sakha at limit?
[OOC] Sakha: 1 point away
The archaeologists are looking a little woozy.
[OOC] Hector: Does she have a healing spell?
WorkerA charges at Sakha, trying to pummel her into the wall!
[OOC] Sakha: yes
[OOC] Hector: Okay maybe not.
WC GM rolled 1d100 and got 69 ( Total: 69 )
[OOC] Hector: BLOW THEM UP.
WC GM rolled 1d12+36 and got 12 ( Total: 48 )
For 48, ARM damage.
[OOC] WC GM: Sahka!
[OOC] Sakha: 38/115
[OOC] Pak: Hey, WC.
Sakha smiles. //"You're gonna reget messing with a Mithra."
Sakha smiles cynically at her opponents with one hand on her hips, her eyes however smoulder with cold fire. She puts one hand on her shoulder and turns her back haughtily causing a wave of mystical cold to strike her enemies as she snubs them. ~Cold Shoulder~
[OOC] Pak: Is our group limit still 99?
[OOC] WC GM: Still 99, yes.
[OOC] Pak: K.
[OOC] Sakha: group limit??
[OOC] WC GM: For the same reasons it wasn't 9 last chapter. ;)
[OOC] Pak: 'Cause there were 12 targets here, that's all.
[OOC] WC GM: Right. So, Sakha hits them all, not just 9 of them.
[OOC] Pak: K. Roll damage sis-ta~
Sakha rolled 2d6+163,125% and got 4, 2 ( Total: 211.25 )
[OOC] Hector: We could get in good with the fluffers if we bring them the bodies of these fallen tattooists.
[OOC] ORN: group limit ?
The archaeologists freeze, and shatter one after another.
[OOC] Sakha: Group Target Limits
[OOC] Pak: Personally, I'd rather be friends with the patchies.
[OOC] ORN: ah
[OOC] Pak: I dun like furs.
[OOC] WC GM: Group limit = house rule: for EC, Group attacks can target up to 99, not just 9.
[OOC] ORN: we're fixing milf and wiping all of them off the planet if they refuse to stop trying to annihilate the ecology.
[OOC] Hector: It's not a matter of who you like. It's a matter of who hasn't screwed us over.
[OOC] Hector: We have to play by their rules for at least a little bit in order to fix things.
Sakha twirls her wand like a baton and grins, tapping her cheek with it then slipping it back into her belt. She summons a little book with magic, a mystic pen scribbles frantically for a moment and then both disappear. "Note Taken~" ~Victory~
The workers don't look too good either.
Pak: "…Oh. Still alive."
Pak thinks.
Two workers pile upon Sakha and Pak each.
Pak ROARS. "RARARARARARARARAR T_T"
WC GM rolled 4d100 and got 93, 23, 96, 2 ( Total: 214 )
Sakha sighs.
WC GM rolled 2#1d12+36(1) and got 10 ( Total: 46 )
WC GM rolled 2#1d12+36(2) and got 3 ( Total: 39 )
ORN shakes off his spear stands
WC GM got a total of 85)
Pak takes 46, ARM damage. Sakha takes 39, ARM damage.
[OOC] Pak: HP: 10/90, MP: 38/49, SoS: 22.5
WC GM: //Status Phase - ORN/Cassandra: Blind(5)

[OOC] Sakha: What happens with Fury after battle?
WC GM: Battle order: ORN:19 WorkerC:16 WorkerF:15 Hector:14 Ahiru:14 Cass:13 Pak:12 WorkerB:12 WorkerE:10 WorkerD:9 Sahka:8 WorkerA:8
[OOC] Hector: Wears off, starts up in the next fight?
[OOC] WC GM: ORN!
Pak is at limit AGAIN.
[OOC] WC GM: No, Fury is still there.
Pak: "ROARRRR."
[OOC] Hector: Well, you can't be Furious out of battle, can you?
ORN: "If you wish to live, you'll have to take me down first!"
[OOC] WC GM: Yes you can. And attacking your allies.
[OOC] Hector: What the fuck.
[OOC] Pak: That's Confuse, silly WC
[OOC] WC GM: Until/unless they heal you ASAP
ORN visibly holds his spear out sideways and starts growing vicious-looking spikes on it
ORN: (ct4)
The two workers glance at each other, glance at the mithra, glance at each other, and try to take out the immediate threat.
WC GM rolled 2d100 and got 94, 61 ( Total: 155 )
[OOC] Sakha: 15/115
WC GM rolled 1d12+36 and got 11 ( Total: 47 )
ORN takes 47, ARM damage.
[OOC] WC GM: Hector!
[OOC] WC GM: Wait…no. ORN first.
[OOC] Hector: If Fury = Berserk, then "The berserk character will launch an attack action against a random enemy target each time they have a turn."
[OOC] Pak: Yes.
[OOC] Pak: After battle, they'd just go attack the corpses.
ORN tosses his spear into the middle of the enemy group and pounces it, shattering it into everyone as he smashes it underfoot
[OOC] WC GM: True.
[OOC] WC GM: Which I've seen happen.
[OOC] WC GM: Vishanti with the Sperm Flan.
[OOC] Hector: You're gross.
ORN rolled 4d100 and got 15, 82, 92, 94 ( Total: 283 )
[OOC] Cass: XD
ORN rolled 2d100 and got 13, 32 ( Total: 45 )
[OOC] Sakha: It was officially called White Flan
[OOC] Pak: …craaaaap
ORN rolled 1d12+55,75% and got 11 ( Total: 49.5 )
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, yeah. :P
[OOC] Hector: He GF'd 'em.
[OOC] Hector: Nice.
ORN leaps back
[OOC] WC GM: No, there were 6 targets.
[OOC] Hector: Oh.
[OOC] Hector: Damn.
WorkerA collapses. Five left.
[OOC] Hector: Well, three out of six ain't bad.
[OOC] WC GM: Now Hector!
Pak: "Niichaaaan… *_*"
Hector: "Ahiru, Cassie…get Sakha healed."
Pak is critical HP.
Hector tosses a High Potion to Pak.
Cass: "Right."
Hector: "Drink up, kiddo!"
[OOC] WC GM: Ahiru!
[OOC] Pak: How much is hipot?
[OOC] Hector: Tosses to = uses on
[OOC] Hector: 125.
[OOC] Sakha: but I get to do 2d8+75,150% damage :3
[OOC] Pak: Yay
[OOC] Hector: I'm not pouring it down his throat. That's gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.
[OOC] Pak: HP: 90/90, MP: 38/49, SoS: 22.5
Pak healed!
Pak: "Ah… that feels nice. <3"
Hector gives the middle finger to the enemies. //"You mess with him, you mess with me!"
[OOC] WC GM: Ahiru?
[OOC] Pak: Ahiruuuu~
Ahiru uses a tonic on Sakha.
[OOC] WC GM: Cass!
Cass casts ure on Sakha
Cass rolled 18+28 and got 8 ( Total: 36 )
[OOC] WC GM: Pak!
WC GM rolled 1d8+28 and got 3 ( Total: 31 )
[OOC] WC GM: …wait, it correctly interpreted 18+28 as 1d8+28?
[OOC] Cass: it rolled n 8 right?
[OOC] Pak: …Wha?
ORN: //(heh)

[OOC] WC GM: Eh, keep the 36 healed.
[OOC] WC GM: Pak!
Pak looks at the enemies.
Pak: "You're not worth my effort. T_T"
Pak goes for Element Reels.
Pak rolled 1d10 and got 1 ( Total: 1 )
[OOC] Sakha: phone
Pak: "Shadoooow!"
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 21 ( Total: 21 )
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 82 ( Total: 82 )
[OOC] Pak: GF
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 75 ( Total: 75 )
[OOC] Pak: Feck.
Pak curses as he drops the shadow-dagger.
[OOC] ORN: that thing never works ^^:;;;
[OOC] Hector: It used to.
Pak rolled 1d5 and got 1 ( Total: 1 )
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 19 ( Total: 19 )
[OOC] Hector: He'd fire-dagger like EVERYTHING we ran into.
[OOC] WC GM: hit
Pak rolled 1d6+44 and got 4 ( Total: 48 )
[OOC] Pak: Shadow ARM damage
WorkerB staggers, but is still up.
Pak pouts. //"See? Not even worth a full attack."
[OOC] WC GM: And I just realized I haven't been doubling damage for the monsters' crits. These ones have it.
They seem to think Pak is worth their attacks, though.
[OOC] Pak: Sorry that Hector, Cassie, and bleh, they only rolled crit like once.
[OOC] Hector: But we were also using a dicebot that didn't randomize 1-100 properly.
WC GM rolled 3d100 and got 63, 98, 92 ( Total: 253 )
[OOC] Hector: I mean, that randomized 1-100 properly.
WC GM rolled 1d12+36 and got 6 ( Total: 42 )
[OOC] Pak: HP: 65/90, MP: 38/49, SoS: 22.5
[OOC] ORN: its also rolling EXTREMELY high
Only one hits, for 42, ARM damage.
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha!
[OOC] Hector: I think that Highwind's 1-100 is a bell curve.
[OOC] WC GM: Inverse bell curve?
[OOC] Hector: Well, the thing is that I don't think I've EVER critted with Highwind.
[OOC] Hector: But if you plotted 1000 d100's for Dice, you'd get something with no pattern whatsoever.
[OOC] Sakha: What's left?
[OOC] WC GM: Workers B C D E F
[OOC] WC GM: All in SOS
[OOC] Sakha: Party HP?
[OOC] Hector: Unhurt.
[OOC] Pak: HP: 65/90, MP: 38/49, SoS: 22.5
[OOC] ORN: 69/120
[OOC] Cass: 121/121
Sakha: "You're not even worth using magic on."
She attacks B.
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 20 ( Total: 20 )
[OOC] WC GM: hit
Sakha rolled 2d8+75 and got 3, 1 ( Total: 79 )
[OOC] Pak: …WTF!
[OOC] WC GM: And…this is the first real Attack Action all battle, right?
[OOC] Hector: I think so.
[OOC] Sakha: MAG based weapon
[OOC] Pak: oh.
[OOC] ORN: which is actually pretty normal until you get people dual-wielding ultima-weapons
Sahka guts WorkerB handily.
WC GM: //Status Phase - ORN/Cassandra: Blind(4)

[OOC] Hector: My Planegame character dual-wields pistols.
[OOC] Hector: Which I renamed because their names for pistols suck. I like naming them after REAL guns.
WC GM: Battle order: Ahiru:19 ORN:19 Cass:14 Sahka:14 Hector:12 Pak:12 WorkerC:10 WorkerD:9 WorkerE:8 WorkerF:7
[OOC] WC GM: Ahiru!
[OOC] ORN: … er… ok, I was just gonna stab but with this kind of ini…. fine, I'll CT4 again ^^;;;
Sakha tries a little dance.
[OOC] Sakha: oops
Ahiru tries a little dance
[OOC] Cass: o.O
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha needs to go to the bathroom? >_>
[OOC] Ahiru: :P
Ahiru rolled 1d6 and got 5 ( Total: 5 )
[OOC] Ahiru: Immobilize Trip Tango
Ahiru rolled 1d100: 94 [Total: 94 (High), Avg and got 94.00]
[OOC] Ahiru: fails
[OOC] WC GM: ORN!
[OOC] Hector: In rank order: Browning HP, Beretta 9mm, Punisher <—from RE4 :D, Walther P99, Sigma 40, H&K P2000, Rutger Mk3, Walther P22, CZ75, Desert Eagle 44
[OOC] ORN: CT4
[OOC] Pak: How is he still blind?
[OOC] Hector: I guess it goes boom.
[OOC] Pak: Was the counter 6?
[OOC] WC GM: 6 round blind.
[OOC] Pak: K.
[OOC] WC GM: It hasn't been 6 rounds yet.
[OOC] WC GM: And - yeah, roll it. 4 targets left.
ORN rolled 4d100 and got 34, 3, 93, 5 ( Total: 135 )
[OOC] Pak: ORN needs a new spears.
[OOC] Pak: Or more STR.
[OOC] ORN: yeah, he does. but everything's like ONE level away from being buyable, armor, weapon and all
[OOC] Pak: Hehe.
[OOC] Pak: We should level after all this.
ORN rolled 1d12+55,75% and got 8 ( Total: 47.25 )
[OOC] Hector: We're less than 3k from a level-up. AND NEW LIMITS.
WorkerF collapses in a bloody heap.
[OOC] ORN: PowUP would be very good too.
[OOC] ORN: no new limits for me ^^;
[OOC] WC GM: Cass!
Cass: "I've had it…Wind make this ass feel my fury!"// *Aero targets Worker E*
[OOC] ORN: get my second at 20
Cass rolled 1d100 and got 94 ( Total: 94 )
Hector: "o_O"
[OOC] Sakha: Magic, high MACC
[OOC] WC GM: hit
Cass rolled 1d8+28 and got 6 ( Total: 34 )
WorkerE is flung off the bridge, barely having time to scream before she splatters messily on the crater floor.
[OOC] WC GM: Sakha!
Sakha waves her wand around again to strike down another stupid rabbit.
Sakha rolled 1d100 and got 85 ( Total: 85 )
[OOC] Sakha: 101 ACC
She strikes one of the rabbit's ears - which falls off, having already been banged up.
[OOC] WC GM: miss
[OOC] WC GM: Hector!
Sakha: "I suppose I have to actually put in more effort."
Hector rushes forth and gives a whack to the viera Sakha attacked.
Hector rolled 1d100-123 and got 42 ( Total: -81 )
[OOC] WC GM: hit
Hector rolled 2d8+50 and got 5, 1 ( Total: 56 )
Hector handily finishes that one off.
[OOC] WC GM: Pak! One target left.
Pak staaaares the last Viera down.
Pak walks forward, flicking his knife. "You shouldn't have come here, little bunny…"
She staaaares back, as if trying to kill with looks alone.
[OOC] ORN: … are you gonna kill her or fuck her?
Pak points at her. "Burn Ray!"
[OOC] ORN: ah.
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 69 ( Total: 69 )
[OOC] WC GM: hit
[OOC] Cass: mmmmmm, Crispy Critter!
Pak rolled 1d8+48 and got 4 ( Total: 52 )
Pak smacks her with a ball of force.
She does not scream. She simply dies.
[OOC] Pak: Burn Ray is non-elemental.
WC GM rolled 12d100 and got 1, 40, 45, 13, 74, 14, 91, 77, 12, 50, 48, 19 ( Total: 484 )
[OOC] Pak: CRIT
[OOC] ORN: daddy needs a new Mythril pike
[OOC] ORN: or web lance
[OOC] ORN: but I don't use regular attack much anyways
[OOC] Cass: forget it, its a greatsword for me. :P
[OOC] Hector: It affects your limits, though, right?
[OOC] Sakha: Armor would be nice
[OOC] ORN: ah but everything I do is directly hardware based. limits included
Pak 's eyes are all covered by shadows.
6 Inks remain in the spoils.
Pak takes one.
ORN not take since he's very bad with MACC
Cass grabs an Ink also
[OOC] Sakha: thats it?
Looking around the doorframe, ORN finds a piece of mythril got dislodged when that archaeologist hit it. It's long, straight, and would make a rough but serviceable pike.
[OOC] Hector: Oh snap.
[OOC] WC GM: The Arch. monster descriptions officially have Empty for all drop slots.
[OOC] ORN: … SAY HELLO TO SOME NEW AND IMPROVED DAMAGE
Hector: "That'll show 'em."
[OOC] WC GM: But since you did get a 1… ;)
ORN picks it up
Pak hmms.
Pak: "Here. 2 inks for Big sis…"
Pak: "And… 1 for Ahiru."
Pak hands them over.
Hector: "Hm. Think we should tie up the corpses and drag 'em back to the fluffer camp? I'm sure they could use a bit more meat, and since we 'caught' it, so to speak, we'd be entitled to a meal.
Hector: "
Pak: "Hector, you want one?"
ORN: "This could be a good replacement for this unit's original weapon system"
Hector: "I'm fine, thanks."
Pak keeps the last one then.
Sakha gives 1 to Ahiru
Pak: "And… we didn't get to learn where they took the books! Dammit! >.<"
Hector: "They said they're in the capital."
Pak: "…Oh."
ORN straightens it out a little and seems to be trying to merge it into his arm
Pak: "Then let's go there."
Hector: "I think we should drop this meat off at the fluffer camp."
Cass: "Yeah, we need to get to the bottom of this!"
Pak: "Sure."
[OOC] WC GM: 2376 XP & 882 Gil each from the fight
Ahiru: "Was this planetfall then?"
Ahiru: "I was expecting something more like… Forestburg… or Refuge…"
Hector: "That's how it goes, I guess."
Pak: "Orn, help carry the bunnies?"
All that remains is a monument - cold and empty.
ORN: "This was indeed planetfall, the landing point of these creatures"
Cass: "Yeah."
ORN picks some bodies up reluctantly
Hector: "Pak and Sakha, please correct your disguises a little bit."
Hector: "I'd hate to run into a diplomatic shitstorm."
ORN: "… there are some charred ears littering the floor. perhaps those could help"
Pak looks around outside the monument to see if he can find any tools or items or anything left by the Archaeologists- or even better, food!
Pak finds various picks and shovels, and general digging equipment.
Sakha: "… I don't want to hide, if they want to fight me, bring it on!"
Pak: "Didn't they have any supplies?"
Hector: "…"
There are also a few rations to the side - meat. Easy to guess where from. Some of it even has a little singed fur.
Hector: "You don't get it, do you? We HAVE to play by their rules for a little longer."
Pak has his red-mage hat back on.
Pak: "Guys~!"
Pak: "I found some meat!"
Pak shows them his findings.
[OOC] WC GM: Awareness
Hector: "Hey, good going, little bro."
Cass rolled 1d100 and got 97 ( Total: 97 )
Hector rolled 1d100 and got 23 ( Total: 23 )
ORN rolled d100 and got 44 ( Total: 44 )
Sakha rolled 1d100: 31 [Total: 31 (Low), Avg and got 31.00]
Pak rolled 1d100 and got 45 ( Total: 45 )
Pak is specifically displaying a cooked breast.
Ahiru rolled 1d100: 94 [Total: 94 (High), Avg and got 94.00]
[OOC] ORN: success by 11
Hector: //(I are teh pass))

Hector chuckles.
Pak wonders why the meat looks familiar.
Hector: "It's a boob!"
Pak: "…"
Pak: "EW~!!"
Pak slings it at Hector.
Hector catches it.
Sakha: "I don't want te eat rabbit, that'll make me exactly what they think of mithra."
Cass turns green and runs outside
[OOC] Hector: We're already outside.
[OOC] Cass: Oh
[OOC] Hector: I assume this stuff was in the crater and not the rocket.
[OOC] WC GM: Pak went outside to look for stuff.
Pak: "I don't have as much racial pride as you, Sakha… but I don't wanna eat boobs either."
Hector pockets it for later use. //"This'll come in handy when we're desperate for food. Right now, I assume we could something a little more fresh if we give 'em the bodies."
[OOC] WC GM: The rest of you were inside, I think.
[OOC] Cass: I was inside
Cass: "Urk!"
Hector gains Key Item: Cooked Fluffer Breast
Hector: "Cassie, you're not going to be able to survive if every damn thing you see makes you sick."
Pak: "Right, let's go. We can get directions to the capital from there anyway."
Pak points towards the camp!
Cass: "I can stand blood. This is different."
Hector ties up a couple of the bodies (assuming they have rope) and tells Orn to get those, too.
It is not that much of a walk back to the camp. Upon seeing the bodies, the guard at the gate summons the quartermaster.
Ahiru grabs a couple ears and sticks them into her hat.
ORN already carrying some
Hector turns to everyone. "i'll do the talking." Then he turns back.
ORN: //…

Quartermaster: "…you're bringing these for us? Why, thank you! Tell you what - headquarters sent us some food for stock, but as you can see, we don't have any. You do, though, so why don't you take it."
Sakha hides her ears and tail again, annoyed.
Cass walks in the back of the pack
Sakha hides her ears and tail again, annoyed.
Pak gathers the stock-food. //"Thanks~"
Pak: "We also need directions to the Capital."
Hector: "Hey, thanks a bunch. We appreciate it."
She barks a few orders. Within minutes, you have enough bread, fruit, and vegetables to feed a company.
Cass: "Thank you very much."
Given who it's coming from - literally.
Pak: "These patchers were from the dig site near the library."
[OOC] Pak: Yay, food supply~
Quartermaster: "So…eh…"
She nods towards the side, and starts walking a little away from everyone.
Sakha tucks a portion away in her pocket-dimension for later retrieval.
Hector: "Right. Thanks. We'll be seeing you, then."
Sakha looks to the side.
Pak blinks and follows the Quartermaster.
ORN will store small extra amount in case someone ever needs it
The quartermaster whispers, "They gave us some extra weapons to deal with those patchers. We don't need 'em now - but we're also running a little short on funds for payroll, ifyouknowwhatImean." She winks.
Cass: "Weapons. Hmmm."
Quartermaster: "I don't suppose we could help each other out here? If you're going to be taking out more patchists on your own, that is."
[OOC] ORN: is that one of those lines where they SAY that to the party, but you sell them half your inventory and they'll be thanking you just as much? ;p
[OOC] WC GM: Yeah, pretty much.
Cass: "What do you have, sir?"
Pak: "…Ohhh~ Shopping."
[OOC] WC GM: BTW, I think I forgot to mention this earlier - +500 XP for getting around the camp.
[OOC] Ahiru: Not quite level ;-;
[OOC] Ahiru: level!
[OOC] Pak: …We leveled!
[OOC] Pak: Avail 82~
Pak shops!//
[OOC] Pak: Or are we shopping between sessions?
[OOC] WC GM: Between sessions.

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