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Seraphina
Coco
Bruce
Mindos
Gwynn
Abel
Jean
Unidentified Glowing Heatball 1, 2
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Gwynn's eyes widened at the mass of heat, muttering quickly fonging sh!te!, And pulling her pistol, taking a shot at the thing.
The lead pellet from Gwynns shot fizzles unceremoniously into the seething girth of the rock with a ripple.
"Try to get it away from the window," Jean said as pulled his service revolver from its holster and cracked off a shot.
Seraphina enhanced Gwyn's weapon so it glowed with magic, and moved to try and goad it into Jean-Guy's trap.
there's a glow of blue energy as Abel Punches the air toward the heat ball.
Oh $#!+. Mindos backs away from the monster and moves towards the rest of the group. He sets Bruce down on the ground. We're here to rescue you. Mindos then pulls out his rapier and another small bottle of liquid. If you're hurt, drink this.
Despite the people blocking his line of sight, it's still pretty hard for Jean to miss the glowing red mass in the window.
Blue streaks follow Abel's motions and cut a gouge out of his target through the smoke's obscuring properties.
Mindos then pulls out his rapier and another small bottle of liquid. If you're hurt, drink this.
Bruce's faculties seem to recover enough to belt out a few sentences and stand. "...Remind me to thank ya later."*Hack*" Know what? I'll do it now; these things are magma oozes, but somethings wrong with 'em. Like they're evil."*COUGH*"Jean? Jean, you f@++in' jackass, YER LATE!" Bruce's tone of voice indicates someone who might have lost a radio knob more than panic, even with the hostile words. He points a finger at the gruff soldier on his way back to the position he was found in and kneels back down at the gun-like object he was holding. Or maybe he was pointing at someone else? It's hard to see in here.
I got ya covered Jean. Coco says as he puts herself in a position to protect him without obstructing his view for a clear shot.
after hearing Bruce's berating, great friend ya got there Jean, I already like him. she says with a smirk.
Coco seems to be armed with nothing but some sort of hand wrappings. her fists ready to take on these oozes.
Magma, I knew it! I mean, I know I'm hot, but this is a little ridiculous.
The partially I.D'ed Magma Oozes drag themselves through the bullets and blasts of the party, seething with a single-minded determination. But this could be their undoing, as the one occupying the window falls into Coco's trap!
"Yeah, yeah, next time I'll drag my feet a bit more," Jean grumbled as he almost absently put another bullet in the blob. "Anyone got any water?"
Magma, I knew it! I mean, I know I'm hot, but this is a little ridiculous.
"You know they're burning down my house, right?" Bruce still seems dead-set on working with whatever he has. It looks like there's a compartment on one end of it, and he quickly places a black vial from under his woolen shirt in the connector. A loud hiss of steam sounds off through the cacophony in the house.
The roiling mass is unable to reach Seraphina, falling just short of her as it tries to land on her.
Coco is less lucky. As her fist connects with the surprisingly solid burning ooze, she gets its attention. Its course redirects with unexpected speed. It becomes clear the thing won't stop moving simply because of silly humanoid concepts like "personal space."
Bruce continues over Jean's gunshot. "Well, there's the fire hose outside. When the hell's another one gonna be here anyway? This is what my tax money goes to?" No sooner does Bruce finish his question than another siren wails in the distance.
"Huh. Alright."
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Seraphina
Coco
Bruce
Mindos
Gwynn
Abel
Jean
Magma Ooze 1, 2
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Her clothes smoking as the creature swung, Seraphina grunted. "Come on, you big pile of goo. Let's play tag." She raised her shield, hoping the darkwood armament would survive this heat.
As the goo grabs coco and the heat surrounds her coupled with her cestus practically disintegrating in front of her, Coco's eyes turn red and a small flame erupts around her.
you singed my hair! she says as she does her best to break free of the goo's hold
Mindos moves towards the ooze (the one that started near the window), untying a small bag from around his belt. He throws it at the ooze, and it bursts apart, spraying sticky tar all over the creature.
rules for tanglefoot bag here
Able shifts his stance and the Blue energy around his fists changes from blade like to round and more solid
Gwynn reloads her pistol but doesn’t fire. She quick runs alongside Seraphina, reaching inside her implement pouch and pulling out a nicked steel coin, tapping it to Seraphina’s shoulder,
Between the surprisingly large and profuse wound Coco dealt the Magma Ooze, and the focus fire of the rest of the party (The kobold too I guess) the Ooze on floor two rapidly cools and somewhat shrinks, ceasing it's movement.
Bruce stands up and drags the device he'd spent the last round fiddling with under his shoulder. There looks to be some kind of piston pressed against him while he takes aim.
"Oi, ya need somethin' done..." *high-pitch cough*
The vial he added to the weapon flashes brightly when the cannon-like gun fires, nearly pushing it's kobold user on his tail. The bluish white blast lances out and freezes over the ooze and Coco's arm.
*Whistle* "Thank you Professor-talks-a-lot! Next!"
Seraphina raises her shield to defend against the assault of the molten thing. Unfortunately the sheer weight of it can be easy to misjudge, and it just barely pushes through her bulwark. The firedancer learns all too well how strong the pull of the ooze is. It happens to have a consistency between molasses and quicksand, with the worst smells of both.
Abel slips into something a little more durable.
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Seraphina
Coco
Bruce
Mindos
Gwynn
Abel
Jean
Magma Ooze 1
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Seraphina cursed, trying to break free of the gooey, flaming mass. It wouldn't take much more to drop her.
As the blast nearly freezes Coco, Watch it there Popsicle lizard, Ya nearly froze me. Coco then follows through to go after the next ooze. with a leap attack/punch.
plus
"Everyone downstairs or out the window!" Jean ordered trying to keep everyone from getting distracted or worse in the confusion. Following Coco down the stairs, he promptly found where the other half of the ooze went. It looked like it was trying to swallow another would-be good samaritan.
His gun came up and he tried to put another round in this one.
"Little bit stuck," Seraphina muttered, healing herself quickly.
Seraphina struggles against the pull of the burning mass, buying herself some much needed time with her healing powers.
Coco's gives the ooze a long-range superman punch, her fist lands squarely in its cresting form as it attempts to engulf Serphina's shield arm.
"Oi, apologies princess. Dunno where we'd find something ta warm ya up with." Bruce digs into his clothing before retrieving another black vial and swapping it with the spent one. He looks at the open window and decides against his chances with gravity, moving over to the rear of the PC's. He tries and fails to lift the ammo box mentioned earlier with his remaining hand. It comes up to his waist. "Uh, little help with this?"
Mindos moves to Bruce and gives him a hand with the ammo box. He then pulls yet another small glass bottle from his pouch and drinks its contents. A barely visible shimmering wall of force appears in front of him.
Gwynn fires off another shot towards the target of her last bullet, then quickly reloads, her weapon.
Worst. Sauna. Ever. She said, wiping the sweat off of her brow with her sleeve.
Abel strikes from range again with the blue energy, fighting defensively
Coco glances behind her, I'll hold this thing here, everyone try and get out.
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Mindos begins to play a bit of defense himself, but the smoke continues to enter his lungs with every remaining breath. The ammunition box is remarkably weighty. And cold for it's environment.
Gwynn fires a round into her target as the party begins to dogpile in the doorway. She gets her first real glimpse of the newcomer Coco, slamming her bare fist into the live molten rock.
Abel channels his inner strength outward, and more peaceful blast-like. The attack swings wide to pass Coco, but still impacts a large section of his targets body.
Seraphina feels the searing grip around her weaken and fall away. The weight of the creature is still there, but lifeless. As lava should be one would think.
Pulling herself free, Seraphina ran after the others. While trying to arrange her skirts to a more modest degree.
...being absorbed by magma elementals was hard on your clothing.
"Can we all get out of here now?" Jean said, holstering his sidearm and pushing through the crowd. He carefully skirted the puddle of molten matter and heading for the front door as fast as he could.
*Cough* Move out of the way! I'm dying in here! Mindos drops the box and runs out the door. He tears off the mask, before collapsing into a coughing fit on the sidewalk outside. Stupid...*cough*...mask...*cough*...didn't even help one bit.
Gwynn was breathing heavily, wiping her forehead with her arm, saying, ”Does anybody have a dry towel or washcloth?” She asked, whipping her hand to the floor, coughing.
Amidst the chaos of smoke rolling across the ceiling and fire the party makes a hasty escape with the recently awoken Bruce in tow. What remains of the fire-starter is a gooey mess needing to be jumped over or exceedingly carefully navigated. It still sears through the The walls are blackened and peeling, much of it revealing the support beams which themselves are charred already. What I'm getting at is that this house is on fire people.
One by one, and not exactly taking turns, they pour out of the building. Bruce inhales sharply as Mindos drops the box in his rush. He secures the veritable cannon he has on his back and starts to drag the box himself outside to a distance he's satisfied with. Or maybe he's just too tired to bring it any further.
Seraphina emerges with both her life and modesty intact for the most part, though the clothes themselves are singed halfway to the knees. Despite all expectations, her wooden shield emerges entirely unharmed.
The same can't be said for Coco's cestus, or anything else that was on that arm short of tattoos.
"Will this do?" Bishop holds out a clean red silk handkerchief at Gwynns request. His eyes examine the two good samaritans who emerged with his charges. It would seem he isn't the only person who's gotten closer to the fire. The other engine arrives, this one armed with more than a hose. It also hosts a worker with a uniform reading "smoke jumper" who is readying an incantation. Morganna is speaking to the firefighter the party interacted with before.
"Greetings. Your help is appreciated by House Ainsworth. I imagine by our associate Mr. Celo as well. I am Bishop, Chamberlain to House Ainsworth. And you are?" He does not extend his hand, instead offering a polite bow. The man addresses Coco and Jean in particular. He stands at a modest height with clean-shaven, even facial features giving a professional image combined with short-cut blonde hair and a well-tailored plain black suit. He appears fairly young to possess a title like his.
With deliberate motions, Jean pulls down his breathing mask, draws out a cigar case from his vest, selects a cheroot, and lights up. He loomed over Bishop and, to no one's surprise, did not seem to like him. A literal saint could have descended from the heavens to thank Jean and the man still would have disapproved of the showy halo.
"What've you nobs got Bruce tangled up in now?" He said in a cloud of strangely scented cigar smoke. "Buggers like those slimes don't just show up in population centers. Too destructive, they would have cut a line through the city."
Abel tries to keep his coughing polite, he downs a bottle of water, Having a pool of some sort would be wonderful right now he splashes some water on himself. He looks to the new comers I didnt have the opportunity before due to present danger but Thank you both
Coco leaves the burning building and goes to retrieve her drinks she left outside.
Returning to Jen's side, Got ya a drink she says handing to jean.
Looking to Bishop hey, name's Coco, this here is Jean. What can we do for ya? she asks keeping things a bit less formal and light.
"Seraphina," the oracle answer, kicking some of the soot off her feet so the tattoos glowed again. "And yes, thank you. That damned thing wasn't planning on letting me go any time soon."
Mindos stops coughing. Name's Mindos...sorry I wasn't much of a help back there, damn mask nearly killed me. He takes a sip of water. Thanks for your help.
Gwynn takes the handkerchief and nods. Thanks. Damn decent of you,” she said, before she started to dab at her forehead with the cloth. I’m Gwynn, She said to the new faces as she started patting the cloth to the back of her neck. Got us outta a real hot spot y’did. she takes the handkerchief and jokingly offers it to Abel, Got enough in ‘ere to fill a pool. Help y’self,”
He chuckles, Thank you. you see, im a lot stronger in water than on land. I heal quicker, see a bit better, nothing too unusual
"I'm good with fire." Seraphina glanced at the flaming house. "Not that good with it, I admit. But at least it didn't hurt me."
"Buggers like those slimes don't just show up in population centers. Too destructive, they would have cut a line through the city."
Bishop waves his own handkerchief to keep the cigar smoke out of his face, and judging by his cough, is unsuccessful.
"Indeed. I would have hoped that if Mr. Celo found such a slime as you call it, he would have told us immediately. I suspect foul play as well."He responds to Coco’s offer without a second thought. ”That is not for me to say. Though, I would like you and Jean to speak with Lady Morgana Ainsworth regardless.”
“Fire is a troublesome thing, I have no love for it myself.” He adds idly.
The other onlookers disperse somewhat, and the smoke jumper’s incantation completes. The resulting force of water is a torrent equivalent to the hose already in use. Morgana makes her way towards the Celo family now that they’ve collected together a few yards away from the building. Bruce, Cindy, and the woman as of yet without a known name are huddled together in a tight group.
”S’alright, kiddo, I’m all right. Your cough’ll go away.”
Jean accepted the drink Coco offered him with a stubborn grunt that could almost be interpreted as thanks. Considering that it was more than he had paid almost anyone else so far, it had to be an indication of his relative comfort around Coco.
”Feckin’ nobs,” Jean muttered, releasing another cloud of cigar smoke as he did so before smartly turning on his heel and heading over to where Bruce and his family were gathered, riding out the last of the fear together. Coco was better with people, she could talk to the other Good Samaritans.
He brushed passed Morgana as she made her stately way over to the Celos with the practiced stride of a man used to outpacing superior officers and making sure the rank and file were presentable. He flatly ignored her, but given the temperment he had thus far displayed that might have been done in the name of diplomacy as opposed to insult. He took a moment to try and push the storm clouds from his face, though the effect was mixed at best. Looking perhaps as kind and gentle as he was ever capable of, he crouched next to the family.
”Bruce, Miss Cindy, Ma’am,” Jean started, tugging on a forelock in lieu of a hat, ”You three have somewhere to stay? It’s not much but I can let you take over my apartment until something more permanent is arranged.”