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Pallor watches the scene at a distance, so as not to be harmed should the robo-surgery take a foul turn.
What light is it? A floor indicator?
Pallor stands back and behind cover, if any.
Pallor, brought out of his reverie by the thunderous shaking, probes forward into the newly-opened area with his mind.
Pallor puts his gloved hands gently on the window, glad to see the storm so close. Normally he had to run from the acid like the others.
Pallor observes Seth with fascination. He knows what the man's mind is doing, but not how it related to these blinky obstacles.
Pallor becomes agitated with the coming of the storm, but in a good way. Excitement.
Pallor nods, almost imperceptibly. Someone will try this, one way or another. I must know what it does.
"Large man. I don't want my branch broken, but what if i trade this blue drug to you for insulin. Insulin won't get you high, this might. Might not, but might is better than wont. Then the insulin can fix the saplings." Pallor attempts to appeal to Vonya's reason as well as his desire for a high, and this blue drug looks pretty cool and advanced so Pallor is betting it will be pretty interesting.
"of course. I hypothesize that this may have healing properties. I just found it so i havent tested it yet."
"How sure are we of anything in this world?"
"I have this. Maybe it will help." Pallor says, holding out a blue vial.
Pallor walks in, seeing the broken Francis and the masked Vonya. "Maybe this will heal your branches." he says, holding out a strange blue vial towards Francis.
Pallor holds a blue vial in each hand, opening his mind to what possibilities they can bring.
All this hubbub threatens to give Pallor indigestion as he eats the lock in the gift shop.
"Both are same. No care here." Pallor says, walking quickly back to the gift shop.
if Scarlet goes over to the confrontation, Pallor will as well, though he will remember that lock if they didn't bust it open. "Big man, I have drug for you. No high. Trip." he says, holding out a hypospray applicator willed with an unknown drug.
Pallor tries to reach the snowglobe, attempting to climb the shelf after doing his best to check its stability, as he doesn't want it to fall over on him. "Lady. I can eat that lock."
"Yes. See to the saplings. Miracle-GRO. I have luck in gift shops. Think of me if you need assistance." Pallor says, edging toward the gift shop with fond memories of the goodies he found in the last gift shop.
At the sound of the whizzing gunfire, Pallor stalks up to the group. "Troubles?"
it's all good. your son won't be young forever and i'm already crusty and old
If the others begin to stagnate, Pallor will start to meditate, focusing his mind inward. "Wake me when you proceed." ... but he is still standing, still as a tree.
Pallor, as difficult to read as always, strides forward with the others, likely as the only one without a weapon in hand.
Pallor is joining the others as well. Are we driving anywhere or on foot into this building?
I love the idea and thanks for thanks for the invite, but realistically i wont be able to make a session that has a specific time. the wife only lets me play SO MUCH "dnd" (it's all dnd to her)
"Where are the greens?" Pallor asks, looking out of place with grenades and guns strapped to him.
"Disturbance. Green is ghouls or supers. Turrets usually stop ghouls so probably supers."
Hmm, in picking a new improvement after that 3 xp... i'll pick +1 sharp
"What does Pollution Cleanup have to do with this?"
"Well, 'ipad' is gone, but we live."
"Maybe shoot rocket at the sphere. Bulletholes are still there but growing. Damage done while sphere is small would be better."
"We lived last time he crashed. Right before we found you." Pallor says, grabbing the other bandolier of grenades and a metal bracer that straps to the arm, with three rows of blades jutting off of it: one the bar of a chainsaw, itself sharpened in lieu of a chain, one a row of sharpened gears from an old machine of some sort, and one perhaps a scythe blade, the curved end of the blade having been shorn off in some previous combat. He also grabs the flare gun if no one else does.
"Grab weapons from the dead. Our place is a long way away. Probability of this expanding infinitely is low. We must leave now." Pallor says, looking for the jeep. Worried about the sphere, he seeks answers from the maelstrom as to how far and fast the sphere can spread, what can collapse it, and what will happen if/when it collapses.
Pallor attempts to help, but doesn't actually do any bodily lifting. Kicking a rock out of the way here or there, making sure no valuables fall and get lost... that sort of thing.
"Should we get him? or at least his shiny things?"
Pallor, a bit miffed with Runner and having nearly given up on him, sticks with Scarlet and Francis as they attempt to clear the way out of there.
"Runner, I can take the bad things from your mind. We need to escape first."
Pallor also moves away from the sphere and toward the other way, but does little to help with the clearing, given his weak frame.
cool, i will take the ability then. though Pallor is not currently especially pleased with Runner killing their chances to plunder the vault.
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