"Crispy" Frank's page

"I don't see a problem. We'll just kill it before it can kill any of us."

Crispy continues to stand in a slightly heroic pose.

Sorry, I only check once a week or so, and I forgot to the last week. 19 new posts is nuts.

"If need be I'll stay with Marcel. No need to be completely separated."

"Can we take food with us?"

For improvised explosives, obviously." Crispy thinks to himself. I wonder if bro catches that."

Crispy continues to put everything else into the bag.

"I'll go to the dinner and see if anyone there knows what's in the cavern that we need to watch out for. Unless anyone has better ideas, that is."

"It's a Paladin joke... You know what? You wouldn't understand."

"It looks just like I expected. Like a combination of importance and arrogance. Oh, and bro... don't forget to hand over those caps we got earlier."

"Alright, so do you guys know where another vault is? I feel the urge to go dumpster diving."

"I'd just like to say that I'll miss my brother... Or is that your line?" Crispy says with a grin from on radiated ear to the other.

"Shouldn't we tie a rope around your waist or something?"

"I would suggest we draw straws, but I don't really have any on my person."

Rock-Paper-Scissors?"

"What's happening?" Crispy half way whispers to his brother.

Reflex: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (17) + 6 = 23

"Taking the phrase "Pop them" to the next level, huh guys?"

"You guys are doing great, keep up the good work!" Crispy says from behind them.

Crispy moves behind some people and says "Deal with it."

Hold action

Another Alchemist? BRILLIANT! Now all we need is two small and blonde children, a large suit of armor, and someone to sacrifice their mother!

"Well, there's no use stalling any more. Let's head to Door number 1 this door.

"Those Geiger counters are annoying." Crispy comments.

Am I there?

"Well baths are few and far between here, and what else are we going to do to a ducky?"

"Well, I got the Rubber-Duckey of non-stealthynes. Let's use it as a carrier or maybe even some sort of compressor."

"Do you think it is safe to use bombs down here? Structural integrity and whatnot may not be what they were a hundred years ago." Crispy asks Scab.

"Well... no use leaving this behind." Crispy says as he picks up the rubber duck.

"Of course. Rubber duckey, you're the one... to make me noticed!" Crispy says in a moderately quiet voice.

Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 2
"Shhhhhhh"

"What? I thought there were some friendly ones!" Crispy says as Scab bumps his gut three times.

"Maybe it's friendly" Crispy says quietly.

"I don't know, bro. Without any coffee you don't think very much"

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (16) + 6 = 22

We're gonna have to switch condiments cause this weak sauce ain't doing it for us!

What's Rad-Away?

"Except... you know..." Crispy points to himself and Scab. "We don't really need those. If we remove the gas, then there shouldn't be any problem whatsoever with deadly chemicals in the air. Besides, we only need three, maybe four people down there to move the engine."

I'll use Craft Alchemy for this, assuming of course that that is ok. If Frank wants to assist in any way then an Aid would be lovely.

Craft Alchemy to tie dynamite wicks together: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (16) + 10 = 26

"I don't think I grabbed any long fuse dynamite, but I think I can modify some of our existing sticks to make one with a REALLY long fuse... we just can't use the others till we restock... Crispy say while exaggerating with his hands how long of a fuse that will be created.

"So how much you want to bet one of our explosives will ignite the fire from..." Crispy takes a few steps back, holds his hands up, then steps backwards one more time, finishing his sentence with a resounding "here."

"Doubtful. But you never know."

Science, because sometimes Engineering doesn't cut it: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (5) + 11 = 16
Apparently, I missed a level up. I'm still level 2... at the top of the screen. Man, I should update that better.

"You don't think this gas is explosive, do you? Better be on the safe side..." Crispy says and puts his bomb away.

"Eh. Let's do this quick and easy." Crispy says as he takes out a bomb.

"Someone else act first. I don't want to be the only guy to bring the building down." Crispy says with a big grin on his face.

"This place is nasty."

"King of burgers? Sounds like a nice fellow!" Crispy says as they pass by the sign.

"Well that was fast."

Crispy runs around his allies so that they're between him and the molerats. He then checks to see if there are anymore rats or big baddies that are hiding.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (9) + 5 = 14

"Need any help, brother?"

Scab-venge: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (2) + 8 = 10

"If you're thinking what I'm thinking, then it would be wise to hide the parts and not sell them in the town we're returning the engine to."

(Also presuming Annabell or Ed mention the keys) "Do you think those hold any special keys, like to a deposit box or deadbolt key?" Crispy says under his breath to Marcel.

"That's what I'm talking about! Moving on, what do you guys think would be better, radroach innards or avoiding the thing altogether?"

"Then you'll be beautiful like us! Am I right, bro?"

"I don't know what you guys are talking about. I feel fine." Crispy says with a big smile on his face.

School ends for me in a few days, then I'm back to the usual 4-class college lifestyle! YIPPEEEEEEEEE...

At least I'm taking french...

I, too, shall bump this thread.

"I'll go with you."

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

"Don't let me blow up Scab? Well, they call me Crispy for a reason!" Crispy says happily.

"If you want, I can deal with any excess. I travel light, so all we need is a way for me to carry all that wonderful junk."