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Blekk stares blankly off into the distance, drool starting to drip from his mouth. He runs up awkwardly and tries to bite the fungus.
"Guys...anyone else seeing this stuff? Reminds me of the time I ate those mushrooms and saw the ghost of my future grandson."
Blekk swaggers in. "Lomrick, I presume? Actually no, you look like crap. Hope you're not Lomrick, you look like you might actually die and that would take away from the joy I was about to get by severing your spinal cord..."
"Uhh. So just a observation. He got out of the tank like...30 seconds ago. Who says he can't just climb back out?"
Blekk gargles his spit a little as he talks. "If he gets out, I can spit on him. Tastes real bad though, might have to swallow soon..."
I love how forcing people to dance is more difficult than forcing them to murder their friends.
Blank stares wide-eyed at the horrific scene unfolding before him. "If you guys think there even a chance of bringing him back...we should try." He drinks an extract of Adhesive Spittle.
Sorry I haven't posted much, school started Thursday so it's been a bit hairy getting back into the swing of things.
"Fire, huh?" Blekk fishes a flask out of his pocket. "Let's see how they like THIS then!" He hurls the flask at the skinstitch, which explodes in an enormous roar of flame.
"Whoa...holy crap. What did I mix into there? Seems like that was more boom than I thought it'd be."
Blekk nods. "Definitely true. Mostly in places where food may be scarce. Or demon-infested. But let me tell you, old people sure are chewy. Uhh...from what I've been told..."
Blekk wrinkles his nose. "Huh. Someone making soup in here?" He snags a scalpel for himself off the table as well and stows it in his bag.
Blekk looks at Palo funnily. "Uhh...I know it's probably been a while, but now not the time for a man, Palo. Much less multiple..."he shakes his head. "Geez...keep your head in the game."
Blekk sidles in between Rav and Relas. "Excuse me, pardon me, coming through, just gonna bite a little bit here..." He bites the klaven a little.
"Oh Lommmmmmieeeee...we're coming for youuuuu!" Blekk croons as he runs into the fray.
Hey, no idea if any of you guys are in Texas, but if you are, stay safe.
"Hmm..."Blekk scratches his head, then lightens up, grinning maniacally. "AHA! A DIAPER!"
"Eh. Definitely could be worse." Blekk looks off at Claptrap. "Still think you should have gone with my idea of just taking a monkey and taping bunch of knives to him. *sigh* Someday..."
"Thought that's why we built Claptrap in the first place?" Blekk asks Palo, leaning in between the two conspiratorially.
I like my steak so rare, a good vet could have a decent chance of bringing it back to life.
Blekk nods along with Rav. "Mmmmmm...dogs..." he mutters to himself. His stomach rumbles loudly.
Have fun with gameday! I did it last year, it's pretty fun. I was actually thinking of applying for one of your campaigns, I forget which one. Just didn't have time to put together a decent application, though. And I'm not entirely sure if my current PFS character is up to date. I really have no idea how PFS actually works.
Blekk nods in agreement with Rav. "Don't forget elves, too! And when humans have babies with elves, the baby has pointed ears too. It's like nature just knows that humans are the weirdest longshanks."
"Huh. Wonder what Palo would look like with no hair..."Blekk says, his eyes glinting with a mischievous smile.
Have fun, Zed!
Yes, but there's some missed stuff. Especially around starships. I haven't gotten to the starship part yet, but from what I've heard paizo plans to supplement it with the adventure paths, printing a ship in each book. It wouldn't surprise me at all if the next hardcover release they announce at Gencon is "Ultimate Starships" or something like that.
Anyone else get Starfinder? I just got the core rulebook, and it's VERY good.
Blekk takes one of the four-armed jackets and tucks it into his backpack. "Might be useful later on...think I might try growing more arms anyways."
Blekk looks down at the floor, and he shuffles over to Rav, drinking his mutagen as he does so. "YeahsoundsgoodPaloloveyoutoolet'sgo" he mutters, bounding into the next room after Rav, claws raised threateningly.
"Uhh, you're really bad at math, Palo-if you subtract Vael, CT and Knick-Knack, it's just me, Rav and Relas. So you don't hate all of us, you hate half of us. Unless you count yourself, in which case it's...57% of us." Blekk grins as he saunters over behind Palo, then he chuckles, shrugs and yells "INCOMING!" as he launches himself through the doorway. His morningstar flashes twice as he strikes with shocking speed at the klaven.
However, he's moving so fast, and laughing so hard, that he utterly fails to hit anything. Because karma.
"No, because if she's dropping stuff on the ground, it would miss too, which means that stuff would be flying around with her...and if we got her to drop enough stuff..."Blekk gasps. "We could MAKE OUR OWN PLANET WITH PALO!"
"Hmm. Hear me out. Palo misses all the time. So what if we make her throw herself at ground? Then when she misses, we now have flying Palo. Don't know how practical it is, but would be funny to see a longshank hurtling through the sky like a comet, screaming cuz she's afraid of heights."
Blekk ducks as the ray nearly scorches him. "You kidding me, Palo? When we get out of this, finding a barn with a big broad side and making you practice on that." His tail snatches his morning star and drops it into his hand. "How about death by a thousand smashes? Think I like the sound of that."
I've been there, glad you're back. Hang in there, bud!
Blekk takes a step back and spits a glob of sticky resin at the klaven by him. "Ha! Come and get me now, dum dum!" He laughs, clearly unaware that he's tempting fate.
Blekk moves into the room after having an engrossing chat with Claptrap and forgetting what they were doing in the first place, chugging an extract as he does so. He stops about halfway in, panting slightly. "Really need to work out more, geez."
Sorry I didn't post last round, I did that thing where I checked the new posts at work and then completely forgot to reply when I got home, because it didn't say that there were any new posts. It's been a long few days getting back to work...I wish I was still in Bermuda.
Heya guys, back from vacation! It's good to have wifi again...
Blekk nods in agreement and pats his pockets, making sure his extracts and mutagen are snug and safe. "Agreed. Lead the way, Palo." He blinks slowly as he realizes what he just said. "Please don't tell the others I just said that..."
Hey, just giving you guys a heads up-I'm going on vacation on Sunday, and almost certainly won't have much (if any) of an internet connection for the next week. Please feel free to bot me as much as needed. And don't let me die! Should be able to make posts tomorrow, just wanted to let you know.
Blekk nods absentmindedly, clearly not really paying attention. "Like that idea of giving Relas wings, let's do that. Hmm. Reminds me, should try and learn how to fly later. Palo, you know if this place has roof access?" He draws a crude picture of a goblin (possibly meant to be himself? It's certainly ugly enough) and then adds huge angel wings onto it.
Blekk lies on the ground, coloring in his alchemy book with a small crayon while kicking his feet back and forth above his head. "Yeah, he's got good head on his shoulders. But in bag currently also on shoulders, he's got craploads of gunpowder. Don't need to be stupid to have bad luck...but yeah, that would definitely not be quiet."
"Can see in the dark for only a few minutes, if I put bat eyes in my mutagen. But if I drink it too early and it wears off and then we get jumped...that wouldn't be good. Or I think if I put in some tentacle powder, I could make myself real good at swimming instead. Hmm...decisions, decisions..."
"Guessing he's gonna be in middle of city somewhere. Makes him extra protected-doesn't have to worry about Goblin Bomb Squad coming up through floor if blowing up his house means that there's shrapnel going through orphanage next door. Makes everyone outside, walking by, his meat shields." Blekk shrugs. "It's how I'd do it, anyways."
"Oh...that makes a lot more sense. Was thinking that there were a lot of parts that I didn't remember."
Blekk nods. "Sounds about right. Not sure why you keep calling me a gunsmith though, don't think I've ever even shot one of those things before. You never let me touch yours."
Blekk smiles. "Think you're missing the point though. You just kind of...have magic, right? Like, don't need to study or anything? Just boom-it's there? I mean, I had to WORK to get my drinks. The spider thing? Yeah, wasn't supposed to do that. Was supposed to make identical twin of me, and then we'd gang up on someone. Obviously...didn't exactly work out that way. Useful? Sure. But I had to experiment for like...six hours just to get there." He kicks a small rock, hands in his pockets. "I dunno, any magic would be cool as hell if I could just pull it outta nowhere, I guess. Like, I'm constantly blowing myself up and giving myself tumors to just get a little further. You? You look at universe all nice and go 'Hey, can I do magic?' and universe actually says okay. So maybe you can't blow up things, or create bottomless pits that you then climb down and murder people in. At the end of the day, if we both get knocked out and sent someplace naked, you can still do stuff. Me? Kind of outta luck there." He glances around, smirking devilishly. "Also, you're forgetting you have a massive murder cat made of magic. How do you overlook Relas? Geez Palo, sometimes think the magic mucks with your head like it does with mine..."
Blekk laughs. "Palo, I drink my magic out of little bottles, grow scales and claws, and puke spiders. Compared to me, you're way closer to a wizard. Can't use that as an excuse, friend."
"No idea what you're talking about, Rav. Stealing, like killing random people, is bad." Blekk teases, his tail conspicuously shoving the last of the ratfolk's belongings into his backpack. "Need to get myself a hat, that one looks cool as hell. Or a cape. Think I could pull off a cape, Palo?"
Blekk smiles toothily and waves idly at the catfolk before turning his attention back to the "ratfolk". "Hmm. So you didn't bite anyone...which would mean that you're not trying to infect people. Guess you're not were-rats." His eyes suddenly widen. "Unless...unless you're trying to go incognito because everyone knows that only were-creatures bite and claw people when they fight so that they can make more were-creatures! Trying to draw suspicion away in case you got caught! You ARE were-rats! HA!" He beams at the others. "Okay, so what do we do with wererats then?"
Blekk's eyes slowly widen as the hamster wheel that is his brain starts to work. He backs up slowly from the ratfolk, as if unsure of whether or not he wants to be close to them. He swallows and speaks in a low voice. "Guys. Who got bit or scratched by these guys? Really, really hope they're just skinwalkers. Or else we're in a buttload of trouble."
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