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Io moves to the window and swings onto the roof, landing lightly and taking off in pursuit.
Someone there? I'll be right behind you. Io thinks back at Merlin's message, looking for the fastest way on to the roof.
Do what you need to. The first rule of PBP (or just gaming in general) is, as always, real life comes first.
Io looks around the room, trying to see if there's a mage maintaining the illusion nearby.
Io likewise adds a bit of muscle to the attempt, coordinating with Headsman to burst open the door.
Io stands back from the door a bit, watching her companions backs, "On three."
Io follows along, on guard (as always), but making sure to watch Machaera's back should trouble break out.
I could get used to this. Io responds, spinning and delivering a pair of roundhouse kicks to the beast's hide.
Io lays into the monster, piling a pair of particularly powerful punches perfectly parallel to the creature, missing it neatly.
Io, like the rest of her companions, recoils at the sight of the monstrosity, but rushes in all the same, and punches the closer of the massive monsters with all her might, unsure as to how effective it could possibly be.
Sorry. Been laid out sick for the past couple days.
Yep! Sorry, finals/school took their toll on me (in addition to being unsure what to say in general). Sorry for the silence, but I have been reading along.
"Ah, yes of course." Io remarks dryly, "The best way to cure someone of their addiction- get them addicted to something else. I see no flaws with this logic."
Yeah, the server outage really threw off a bunch of my games. It was rather annoying.
”You need more than six? That seems excessive. Both of us want this to succeed, don’t we?” Io interjects, ”I’ll be fine with it if they’re unarmed.” she says, eyes narrowing.
Io lightly knocks Headsman lightly upside the head, "Eyes ahead, big guy. We're here for a reason. If it's that hard to focus, talk to me later and I might be able to help." she says, more distractedly and trying to stay focused on the mission than anything.
All I’m going for is putting my shield at +1, and I’m good to go. On a brighter note: steady schedule=more regular posting. So, hopefully I’m will become a bit chattier (for now at least)
I can help!
Nah, I knew what you were going for ; )
I feel like there's a feminism joke there. But I think that usually, dinner jokes can leave a poor taste.
Pretty much. I'm still agonizing over those last few skill points, though. It's not easy finding something to do with 12 skill points on a martial character, for some reason...
"When you lot decide what's next, I'll be there. Don't worry about finding me. I have my hiding places that I like to stay hidden, but I'll hear once you're ready. I'm going to go grab a good night's sleep and likely punch a few slavers in the face." Io tells her companions, then swings up onto the rooftops and disappears.
Busy OOC, but doing my best to keep up with the gameplay thread.
Now, let's see how long it takes me to get the chance to level up (I haven't had a whole lot of time for my games recently, if you hadn't noticed.....)
Io kicks the archer twice, not letting him stand up again.
Io raises her shield and rushes forward, barreling through the door right after her compatriots, kicking off the wall and landing on the archer.
Io punches them all in the face while they're down.
Io, in the middle of an airborne roundhouse sweep of the next two thugs, moves her knee ever so slightly to connect solidly with the rising thug's temple.
Io steps forward, over the fallen thug, and tries to trip the next two thugs.
Io gives the thugs a sweeping kick, trying to knock the legs out from under the two thugs that tried to attack her.
Ah, I'll be fine. It's just some flashing lights. What's the worst that could happen?
Okay. Here we go. 3.... 2.... 1... go! Io swings over the ledge, crashing inside as glass shatters on the ground, landing in a defensive stance, "Hello there boys. I don't suppose you could deal me in, could you?"
Io also tenses outside, mentally preparing to take down everyone inside.
I'll check out the upper windows Io thinks, Man, this is a weird sensation. You can only hear what I think at you, right?
I don't really have a ton to add here, but I figured I should post something, just to avoid not posting for a week or so. Io is good with whatever, and each approach has its pluses and minuses. Oh, and I do know about the throwing shield. My starting one has that property. Plus, I have a class feature that allows me to sort of mimic it.
Io jumps down from a neighboring rooftop, rejoining her comrades, fists wrapped in canvas to save wear on her fingers (and, of course, to "cushion" the blow to her targets), and a pair of shields on her back "Does anyone else think I should get a dozen or so bucklers to throw? It's an amusing image, with tons of flying disks soaring through the air, hitting people on the head.... it could make a fun sport." she muses.
Io yawns, "Okay. See you all there, once the boring stuff is done? Got it. I'm gonna go practice my nonlethal takedowns. It's been a while..."
Io leans against the wall as she responds to Machaera, "Ah, whatever, pointy ears. He's nothing we can't handle, I'm sure. Though I do wish I knew where I heard that name before...."
Io nods, "Does the name sound familiar to anyone else? I can't shake the feeling I've heard it somewhere before.... Ah, whatever. So, we rush in and knock a bunch of people out? Works for me. Short, simple, and sweet."
Io follows the guards, off to the side (still not quite used to the spotlight) and quietly. Her eyes don't stop moving as she analyzes their escorts for anything of note.
Io stays out of the way and quiet, not trusting herself to not offend the queen. Instead, she plays the role of a dutiful squire, standing deferentially to Machaera.
Io curtsies to the guards, "At your service. My role is almost entirely defensive- barring a dagger, the most dangerous things I have are my fists. My lady insists I learn how to defend myself before I learn to attack." |