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  1. Temperance looked to Mister Strix. She wanted to say a few things about his view on his state - maybe ask some questions - but she had a good deal of experience in someone else telling you that your view of your own state was not what you thought it was, and how much that could feel like sandpaper rubbing on a very personal place. "If we need a place to recover and freshen up, I think I can comp a hotel room," she said. "It may be crowded, and I will likely be hung out and flayed if anyone orders room service, but it will at least give us a base of operations to plan, figure out our next move, and not have to deal with the stench of otherworldly abomination."
  2. It was not the most disturbing thing she had seen, but it would definitely be taken a high place in the rankings. Temperance tried to turn her attention away from the very impromptu surgery happening in front of her. She was glad that the influence of that thing was being driven out in the harshest manner possible, but that didn't help when she could smell the ocular jelly sizzling like an egg dropped on a hot griddle. It merging with the brackish fluid on the floor just made everything worse. She tried to focus on the ice, the one seemingly clean thing in the room. "So," she said, trying very hard to breathe through her mouth, "it seems like we need to find our local occultist and have a talk with him about the things from outside the chain of being. Things that should not be summoned anywhere, even a town like --" Temperance then noticed the crackling of the ice, and realized that there were sometimes disadvantages to not feeling the cold. She turned to Mister Strix. "I admit, I don't know much about your... state, but is that normal?"
  3. She could do nothing. Temperance was used to the fact that her strength lay in elemental power. She was used to the fact of being of water and ice and the realms ephemeral. She was used to the fact that her purview, as the daughter of an elemental, was limited. But never before had she hated it like this. There was one thing she could do - at least, one thing she could think of. There was a good chance it might end poorly, and it would require her to make a deal... or, perhaps, beat someone down to the point that they'd be willing to go against their nature. She wasn't exactly thrilled with that prospect, on an objective level, but given what she'd be beating down... well... She turned to Mr. Strix, Set, and Sekhmet. "Can you keep her from harming herself?" she asked. "I may be able to keep this contamination from biting deeper, but I need to go out into the city..." Well, girl, might as well be honest. "...to go discuss terms with a spirit of insanity."
  4. Yet another Power Stunt - this time Transform (water into blood) 9. Temperance will just take the Fatigue for now.
  5. Temperance knew there was only so much she could take. But at this point, it felt like everything was just splashing against a cliff wall. "Divinity and a vampire," she said. "Something told me this might not end well." This was really outside of her territory. Water had associations with healing, and spirits did always dance on the side of the metaphorical... but there were also close divides and the rigidity of the bureaucratic. Water was associated with healing because it was life-giving. And she swore there were stories about running water... To do this, she would have to do something that might get her in a lot of trouble. I really hope Dad doesn't find out about this. There was a lot of rough biomatter in here, even if some of it was sluicing into a puddle of filth. Blood was thicker than water, but only by how much? It was just a matter of adding iron and other binding agents, really... She drew the water from her pack and ran it through the room, catching traces of biological matter. She tried to use as little of the abomination as possible, because she could only see this ending horribly if she fed it to Strix. But in time, with distillation and effort, it turned into blood. She carefully dripped it into Strix's wounds, hoping that this might do something.
  6. "You know, I could stand here and count all the ways that you're wrong while waiting to see whether gravity is stronger than the grasp of the angry dead..." Nick extended his will, and the telekinetic bonds started to reel in, drawing the struggling teenager out of the pit. "...but that's really not how I play." He lay the teen on the ground, making sure to extend a token hold so that he didn't try doing this whole thing over again. "Now. What's going on in your life that would make you think throwing yourself into the gnawing void to give yourself over to Shub-Niggurath would be a good idea? I'm really kinda curious."
  7. Temperance felt the last fleeting tendrils of madness detaching themselves from her brain. It was unpleasantly like feeling an octopus's suckers detach from one's hands. There was still that feeling that things weren't right. Given all the defilement of spiritual concepts that had happened within the basement, that feeling would not go away for some time. There was also the matter of the smell, which was both less unsettling and more aggressively offensive at the same time. But for now, the great, necrotic sore on the face of reality was gone, and she could breathe a little easier. Entirely through her mouth, of course. "Well," she said. "That... was singularly horrifying. And yet, that thing had somebody higher up the hierarchy. It was calling to 'Him.' So now we need to climb that ladder, greased and fetid as it may be." Her boot touched the still limp Mister Strix, and quickly withdrew. "Is he... I mean, he was from the start, but I thought dead vampires usually decomposed rapidly? Or has media been lying to me again?"
  8. "First priority should probably be enclaves," said Cavalier. He was trying to figure out a way to phrase this that didn't make him sound like a complete bastard. "The Khanate... you know as well as I do. Dissent's up there with 'poison in the royal champagne' when it comes to things that don't go down well with the Khan. Your people have likely already evacced from the major population centers, but if you have any kind of redoubts, any sort of doomsday bunkers that you organized for the great people in charge in case everything got lit on fire... I'd consider opening them. Just in case. Because it may not stop with that 'meteor.'" Having greatly crapped on the carpet, Cavalier took a deep breath. "The second thing we could use is interference. Given the announcement from the Justicar, odds are they're planning some great 'nuke it from orbit' tactic beyond just the meteor. If there are other ships coming for backup, we could use something that could scramble comms, make it harder for them to coordinate whatever they might be planning - plus, if it interferes with whatever's puppeteering the big bastard, that could help, too." He snapped his fingers, which didn't have as much of the desired effect, what with metal scraping on metal. "And there's number three. Is there anywhere we can try to lure this Khanate Mecha-bastard so that it punches through some soft loam and ends up on some really rough footing?"
  9. Temperance Confuse: 25, so I think she's good. Also, if it wasn't automatically apparent, she's spending an HP to negate the Fatigued. As I'm bouncing between pages, if that's already happened, let's go with it.
  10. Great. There were times Nick hated having to make the snap decisions. Especially when they involved sacrifices to things beyond. The book was a loose variable. If it was "primed," perhaps, it could serve as a ritual component, just as potent as a life offered to whatever lurked in those shadows below. Then again, that was a "could." The cultist throwing himself into a pit of his own free will, likely offering chants to some hot blasphemy on the way down, was a "would." And Nick had played enough video games to know that you never gave the sorcerer a chance to dance on the threshold of death and possibly come back changed by it. He turned to Ms. Thursday. "Can you tackle the book?" he asked. And, without really stopping to get an answer, he extended his will outwards, trying to get a hold on the young cultist before he did something truly terrible - either for himself, or for everyone else.
  11. Nick is going to power stunt on his Telekinesis so that it becomes Telekinesis 12 (Extra: Perception) and tries to get the target out of the hole. Opposed Grapple: 33
  12. Just like a part of Antarctica falling into the sea, Temperance's mind broke cleanly. There was a part of her that recognized that she had seen worse. That she had dived into the guts of the ephemeral, seen horrors trapped within groves of life, seen cities that hungered to replace normal civilization and feast on those unaware within its buildings and corridors, seen things of decay and rot and fears of insanity. All that logic, however, was stuck behind a wall of ice, looking outwards at everything that was being driven to scream at the sight of this grand atrocity. She turned to run, only to find her path blocked by what she hoped to Christ was more couch than organism. And in that moment, realizing the sheer absurdity of it all, everything went cold and clear again. She couldn't look on it. She knew that much. In these cramped quarters, throwing ice blindly would just make things worse. But it seemed the best option of a lot of bad ones. She drew deep within herself. Crafting ice of this density would normally be an issue... but this basement was practically a swamp already. While she didn't want to think about what the ice would look like, it would at least put some distance between them and the horror.
  13. All right, Temperance is Confused, so let's see what the hell she's doing this round... 14. Cue "Yakety Sax," as she runs for the goddamn hills. EDIT: However, due to the obstructions, Grumble has given me the option to roll again until I get a result other than Flee. And I got a 4, so that means "Act normally." Of course, Temperance is still Blind, which makes actually attacking the thing an issue. So instead, I am going to power stunt for Create Object 9 (Extras: Continuous) in the name of putting some distance between them and the abomination.
  14. Temperance Initiative: 16 Just don't look!: 25, so there we go Reflex Save vs. Confuse: 11, so that's not happening Will Save vs. Confuse: 15
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