The passage of time in this place is not easily tracked, not without a clock of some sort, anyway. The days may even begin to blend together, only occasionally interrupted by confrontations with the robot spiders or discussion with whoever is on the other end of that terminal.
It seems like things won't change any time soon. But something is off today, and some of you may notice it sooner than others.
The mind-numbing drone of the nearby builder going about its work has been with you from the very start. Located behind the terminal and far down below, it was the first sound you heard upon arriving here. It has been arranging walkways in increasingly complicated and baffling designs, extending them ever outwards into space. This much has not changed at all during your time here; the drone of the machinery moving and metal being slotted into place may even have become somewhat comforting background noise.
It is completely silent today.
The skittering of spider robots through the vents or patrolling the area is not heard either, and though the atmosphere remains as gloomy as ever, the lack of sound will undoubtedly be noticeable to some of you. Thankfully, you can still hear; it's simply that the machines have stopped their usual tasks, for whatever reason.
[Wednesday's improvised weapon smashes into A's last core, followed by Void's punch, Jasper's blow, and the debris from Vakama. While Michael's punch may not have connected, the rest of them are more than enough to destroy that core and abruptly, A stops moving, collapsing to the ground in a heap.
Sentinel A is defeated.
Dorothy successfully grabs B's attention and then successfully grabs its head, smashing it into a wall and breaking the core. Thanks to Yves managing to snare B's shoulder, it isn't able to get away. Oscar and Percy both smash the final core.
So uh. About Ashley's vision.
Turns out that maybe melee attacks weren't the way to go on ending this thing?
He's darting forward enough to extend his hand and yank her backwards with his powers to skid her back into his arms, hopefully pivoting them both around before something happens.]
[Ashley's warning rings out but it's already too late.
Raven rushes toward Percy in an attempt to shield him from whatever's coming (18). Will it work? Who knows, but he's not going to leave a favor unreturned.]
Percy sees Raven move in front of him, and he should push him out of the way, he really should move.
The only thing he can do is shakily, stiffly, extend his hand and use his thumb and index finger to grab onto Raven's sleeve – and bow his head. (Is that a tear? No, it's not, you're imagining things.)
[Michael hears Ashley's warning and darts forward to grab at the nearest person from the second group he can (20). In spite of yelling about his shoulder, he doesn't seem as hurt as he was putting on just then.]
[Phew... that's the last of them. Probably. Maybe.
But on account of being In The Thick Of It, he's definitely close enough to have to roll.
...But also on account of Being A Tank, and also having people that need protecting close by as well, If he can use that (13) roll to shield someone who fucked theirs right up, then I submit his fate to our loving mod. Godspeed, catman.]
[For an instant, Viktor wasn't seeing the events in front of him. He saw a different room, the spotlights of a unanimous Council vote, Mel Medarda's thin smile--heard the shatter of glass and rending of stone with a deafening explosion--fire, a flash of something golden, being launched across a room and feeling a fragile spine snap into pieces, Jayce what happened where are we are you alr- and then nothing.]
[This time, he was far enough to be out of range, and wasn't that even worse? After all, who was it that suggested melee range in the first place?]
[Just how many more people was he going to kill in his attempts to help them?]
ROUND 9
Sentinel A is defeated.
Dorothy successfully grabs B's attention and then successfully grabs its head, smashing it into a wall and breaking the core. Thanks to Yves managing to snare B's shoulder, it isn't able to get away. Oscar and Percy both smash the final core.
So uh. About Ashley's vision.
Turns out that maybe melee attacks weren't the way to go on ending this thing?
Everyone near B roll a 1d20.]
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...Uh. What...was that about Ashley's vision? (2) Dorothy's a little too lost in her head--]
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He's darting forward enough to extend his hand and yank her backwards with his powers to skid her back into his arms, hopefully pivoting them both around before something happens.]
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[Vakama's actions bring Dorothy back to awareness, and she follows easily.
She...definitely wasn't expecting that--]
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Nothing else can be saved if you break yourself to pieces.
Live.
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He's frozen in fear, terrified, but it's too late, isn't?
Haha, well.
Wouldn't be the first time (2). ]
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Raven rushes toward Percy in an attempt to shield him from whatever's coming (18). Will it work? Who knows, but he's not going to leave a favor unreturned.]
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Percy sees Raven move in front of him, and he should push him out of the way, he really should move.
The only thing he can do is shakily, stiffly, extend his hand and use his thumb and index finger to grab onto Raven's sleeve – and bow his head. (Is that a tear? No, it's not, you're imagining things.)
Some things never change, and he's so sorry. ]
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man... standing... emoji...]
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🧍♂️ ]
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The core cracks, shatters, and he's standing right there (4) when whatever is going to happen happens...]
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[Michael hears Ashley's warning and darts forward to grab at the nearest person from the second group he can (20). In spite of yelling about his shoulder, he doesn't seem as hurt as he was putting on just then.]
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[What kind of a soldier is he, letting someone else risk themselves for him?
This is terrible. All of this is terrible. It's just like...
He squeezes his eyes shut, desperately trying to fight off the things he wishes weren't still so vivid in his mind.]
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But on account of being In The Thick Of It, he's definitely close enough to have to roll.
...But also on account of Being A Tank, and also having people that need protecting close by as well, If he can use that (13) roll to shield someone who fucked theirs right up, then I submit his fate to our loving mod. Godspeed, catman.]
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Ah. That's all he's got. ]
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Don't mind Lucifer stepping in front of you with that light shield.]
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[ But what the heck can she do? Anything? No. She grips the terminal, eyes wide, watching. ]
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[This time, he was far enough to be out of range, and wasn't that even worse? After all, who was it that suggested melee range in the first place?]
[Just how many more people was he going to kill in his attempts to help them?]
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Ashley grips his arm. ]
Re: ROUND 9
At...least he runs good (18)??? ]