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A large part of the fault was on me, on reflection. I was going in with the assumption, "Never make a deal with an eldritch abomination, period." And then I got caught up in myself. There were some pretty heavy hints there that it would work better to try and cut a deal. Bleh, I feel dumb.
"What a mess," Sam murmurs. She walks around the golem, then goes to the notes to take a crack at deciphering them. She casts a spell on herself to try and help with it.
I'm kinda shocked Sam survived that, but outside of the critical hit the GM rolled badly. Speaking of surviving, or not, I, uh, think that L might be mechanically dead, guys.
"What a bloody mess," Sam says derisively, as though she weren't shaken by the sight of the man on the floor. "F!#$. I...don't think, I can do anything for him. I can try, but..."
Sam backs off and speaks a word to invigorate herself.
Sam's curse is cut off as the wind is knocked out of her. She steps back and again she attacks with psychic energy.
Sam's mouth moves faster than her thoughts. "Huh. When you put it that way, this is kind of a stupid plan, isn't it?" She turns back the nausea and forms her thoughts into a mental spear aimed at this creature, driving straight for its essence.
Sam doesn't bother waiting to see if her charm worked, instead running backstage and running for the entrance of the theater herself.
Sam curses again, and snaps at L, "Get your head out of your ass!"
Sam draws her gun, but doesn't fire upon the Feeders. "God I hate zombies!" She looks to the box, curses at seeing L sitting uselessly, and fixes her attention on Ga'ahar.
Sam curses at Ga'ahar, and the foul words are contrasted by the touch of magic on them--"Stop that!"
Sam also readies an action to Counterspell Elias.
Sam had taken hold of the curtain, trying to think, but when Leo started up the decision was made for her. "The show must go on, I suppose." She pulls the curtain aside enough for her to step out. "Well, now, what madness is this?" She snaps her fingers. "This has gone far enough. Take off that blindfold and let me see your face."
Sam moves to check the dressing room. "There was nothing else about how this golemancer wasn't himself?"
"I don't know if it's really wise to split the party--I mean, the team," Sam says. "But, this isn't my specialty. My experience with this kind of work is dark hotels and back alleys, not explosions and sieges."
I'm here
Sam leaves the greeting to L and stands aside looking bored and barely attention, and sizes up their contact. Before they get moving, she expends some of her magical focus to ensure that Etranger is not under the effect of an illusion.
Sam's response is a tired-sounding huff, but that might just be from the exertion. "I never had this issue in the States, damn it. I'll take care of it." Once they get into Prague she does just that.
”As alluring as the car is, bicycles seem like a better bet,” Sam says.
Sam nearly has to be pushed out of the plane, and the shock of still being alive is enough to keep her from even recognizing L's eccentricities at first. "If you think I'm walking fifty miles to Prague, then boy are you gonna be surprised. Horses will stand out, but stealing a car from Nazis, as fun as it sounds, is more dangerous. How dangerous, well, we won't know unless we get closer to the town."
"Looking like a stranger in a strange land is nothing new," Sam says. "Besides Heydrich, are there any other known occultists in Prague?"
Two quick things, first, Sam was going to send a letter to her family after the end of the last mission under the pretense of being in Washington D.C., a simple checking-in, maybe not wise but her Wisdom damage hadn't healed yet. Second, what happened with the Laundry crew in the castle? That one's just curiosity as to what the consequences of that choice were.
One downside of spheres of power, 'illusory disguise' is significantly inferior to 'disguise self', but that's why I've got the skill, too. I've got my rebuild of Sam done. Eliciter: Hosatou 'Sam' Korematsu
Being awake for almost twenty-four hours is doing Sam very few favors, and yet she still keeps herself moving with sheer force of will. "See ya around, Lieutenant," she says, pronouncing it the American way. She approaches Barnes and says, quietly, "Good news regarding the castle, I hope?"
Sam is probably the best-suited for Prague, although I've also learned a heck of a lot about building characters since making her. What I'd really like to do is just rebuild her from the ground-up but as an Eliciter, but I don't know if I'm allowed to do that. (I've made two others in the spheres for kicks, a Jewish Sphere Inquisitor and a Scholar, but they're really better for Transylvania and Egypt, respectively.)
"I got him!" Sam calls back. She starts getting him off of the truck. "I've got one more healing potion on me, but we're going to need a doctor here."
Sam staggers, though she remains standing. "Good g%# d@@n riddance." She pulls a potion out of her satchel, shakes it up, and pours it into Pierce's mouth.
Sam is shaken and distracted by the banshee's words, completely unable to get a good round of shots off.
Sam feels a psychic tug, and snaps her fingers to activate the post-hypnotic suggestion she placed on L.
She shudders under the onslaught, but it isn’t enough to keep her from catching Pierce’s shoulder and placing a trick on him, Gift of Will.
Yeah I only now realized that I misread and thought that the carriage passed straight through the shield. Hm.
Sam takes her own deep breath and opens fire on the deathly carriage.
As soon as Sam pulls out her pistol, she thinks about it again, stows her pistol, and climbs up to the machine gun.
Does 'falling backwards' mean falling off the truck?
Sam climbs in the bed of the truck along with Shrike and positions herself so she can fire out one of the slits.
Uh, this might be a bad time to point this out, but you can't have a potion of True Strike. The rules explicitly say that you can't make a potion from a spell with a range of 'personal'.
"As if I needed a reminder that it's not my government," Sam says to herself. "First of all! That thing was a banshee, a death omen! It gets to the mainland and there'll be a whole plague of suicides!" She goes for the nearer truck to see if somebody left the keys in the ignition.
Well it's only taken me seven months but I got the Atrocity Archives out of the library today :)
Sam moves so she's not quite so exposed, and draws and drinks from a glass vial. She looks around the side of the truck at the summoned creature.
While I have no doubt that going at it Dukes of Hazzard style would be great, I also still have a move action this round.
Sam points at the soldier on the machine gun, speaks a word, and she becomes visible as her spell takes hold on the gunner.
Can I see the soldier on the machine gun, or does that funny angle and the height of the truck block line of sight?
Sam moves for the trucks, and as she comes up behind Shrike she says as quietly as she can, "I'm behind you, I've got a scroll for opening locks, uh, somewhere in my pockets." From this closer position she tries to see what's happening with the ritual.
Step one, get out of the cone of fire that lies on that line between the machine gun and Pierce. Step two, to be determined at a later date. Sam takes off running to the northwest.
"I'm going the same way as Shrike, see if we can't disrupt this ritual before something bad happens. Worse case scenario, there's a lot more dead bums than there were an hour ago." Sam murmurs something to herself, and in an instant turns completely invisible. She starts moving towards the trucks as well. She has one of her knives at hand.
"Burn in hell, pig." Sam focuses her gaze on the soldier as she shoots him in the head.
"Sure, let's just stand around and chat while the bastards get ready for us," Sam mutters sarcastically as she leaves the truck. She grabs the surviving soldier by his suspenders and snaps, "Erzähl mir von deiner Verteidigung und wo deine Führer sind und ich könnte dich am Leben lassen." "Tell me about your defenses and where your leaders are and I might let you live."
As her gun is a peashooter, Sam does not attempt to fire out the window, and as she considers her bag of tricks, inspiration strikes. "Oh, this might be a grand idea or a really stupid one, but g!$ d$@n I want to see if it works." She starts formulating an image in her mind.
That last post was a bit of me bleeding through, Sam really isn't made for this. However, I just got an idea, and it might be stupid, but if it works at all, it'll be cool, and probably the best use I'll ever get out of Silent Image.
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