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Heist wrote:

Turk wrote:

"This is what's called Seabeax to Zero to Five! It's a potent explosive... ...and, well, the rest is history.

"Any questions?" he asks eagerly.

"Whashet..." He pauses to swallow a rather large bit of aardwolf. "What does it do? I mean, besides explose? What do you explose with it?"

"Haven't decided yet."

Heist wrote:

Flik gets a nice whiff of Heist's fishy breath. It's extremely fishy.

Gobbling down another chunky morsel, Turk flicks a long claw against Heist's bomb, a metallic ring echoing in the air.

"Sho whusshat, fish-breaph?"

"This," he says excitedly, pulling away from his food and lapsing into Predator, "is what's called Seabeax to Zero to Five! It's a potent explosive. The story of how I came upon it's actually quite interesting. That tree-rat there had, bless him, somehow managed to acquire this item. I knew he'd end up blowing himself up, so I intervened. A very exciting chase ensued, and he was very quick. Fortunately, he saw something that startled him, and he leaped off the roof to escape. I caught him...and, well, the rest is history.

Flik swaggers up,carelessly swinging his new sharp stabbing stick every which way. He stops in front of the carcass as Other-Heist pops the eye in his mouth, with a clear look of 'seriously?!'

"Metal?" he finally says, poking his sharp stabbing stick in the dead thing's now-vacant eye socket. "That's that Two-Leg stuff, right? Why'd a... well.. whatever this thing is... have Two-Legs Metal in its head?" He stops, looking back at the raven, "Fonz, birds always think they know so much... why's this animal-thing have Two-Legs stuff in its head?"

"Hahaha! Metal, eh?" Heist examines the metal closely. "Hm. Interesting, mind if I take this?"

"I'm Heist..." the raccoon says as he catches up with the aardwolf-killers. "...or Other Heist. That wasn't too bad a shot, I'd say." He takes the eyeball and swallows it is one bite. "Excellent. You're pretty strong, whatever you are. Some sort of weasel, right? Raccoon here."
He goes over to the other side of the aardwolf. He starts on the tail. "This is the best part, I always say. I don't taste things very well, but you can chew it for an hour and still not be through it. Food that lasts is good food."

Heist sees the wolf-thing escaping. "Oh," he mutters in Prey, "I don't think so! HERE'S a meal for ya!"
He grabs a small metal-and-plastic device from the desk. As he draws back to throw it, his technologically-knowledgeable mind notes that it might once have lit up to display an image, but now is no more than a gray rock with a half-eaten apple on the back. Then he lets it fly.

I don't know...I'm fine with either.

Heist grabs another projectile, a ceramic cat. He barks something as he lets it fly.

Heist flings one of the implements at the Aardwolf. "Get away!" he shouts. He glances at his Seabeax, but appears to resist the impulse.
Nothing to do with caution--he simply doesn't want to use it on such an uninteresting foe.
Throw: 5d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 1, 4, 1) = 14
Er, damage? Not sure here...2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12, maybe?
If so, Wild Die: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Heist tries to sneak to a secure location, squirrel in tow.
To Paizocon. Sorry to leave in the middle of this. I'll be back Mondayish, and I may be able to find time for small posts before then. In the meantime, Heist will hide. If he can, he'll climb somewhere high up and throw things (not the bomb)at the attacker.
Good luck!

Hearing something approach from behind, Heist turns and sees Turk. He hisses, dropping Flik in surprise (but holding the explosive quite firmly).
Recovering from his fear, the raccoon starts a rapid succession of growls and barks.

Flik sits stone still in the raccoon's hands, eyes transfixed somewhere above and behind the racoon's head. His right eye twitches as he strains to catch sight of something back up on the roof. "Holy snake sh!t on rat's guts! Did you see him!? Where'd he go!? Keep him off me and I'll give you this... thing. Just. Keep. Him. Away."

He holds up the item the raccoon seems to want, "So... what is this thing, anyway?"

"Fine," Heist says, not hesitating. He partially releases the squirrel, giving him more room to move around. He offers his other hand for the package.

Heist glares at the freaky little squirrel. "That boomer is mine. Fork it over and I just might decide not to eat you. But only 'cause I'm such a nice person."
Held so close to the raccoon's jaws, Flik gets a nice whiff of Heist's fishy breath. It's extremely fishy.

"Wha--NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Heist finds himself leaping for the squirrel. He grabs at the falling Flik.
Athletics roll! Spending my Hero Point to add 6 to the roll.
4d6 ⇒ (2, 3, 3, 1) = 9 Subtracting 1D for 15.
Moderate. Lousy rolls...

Heist's jaws drop as he identifies the explosive. His eyes narrow. "Looks like I'll have a good meal today!" he shouts at the squirrel in Prey.
That being said, he's not sure how to catch up.
Fortunately, Heist knows he's a lot smarter than some idiot tree-rat. He realizes a simple strategy can solve the problem.

The raccoon climbs back down and rushes to Flik's new tree. If Heist can't keep up with the creepy squirrel, he'll just follow until it tires. There is no way it's getting away with that beautiful package.

Heist, I should have double-checked all your spoilers. Sorry about that. 'Animal' is not a language. However, Prey Animal - i.e. 'Prey' is. If you don't mind, I'm going to list Prey in place of Animal unless you'd prefer something else.

Ah, sorry. I thought I saw Animal on someone else's sheet. Guess that's the package driving me crazy. :P

Explosives Expert: 8d6 ⇒ (3, 3, 3, 5, 4, 2, 4, 5) = 29
Very Heroic.
Heist sees the creepy squirrel pause, and decides to try reason.