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Joey, I too am not a Star Wars person, so I know that feel, bro.
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Starsoul weaves his way through the remaining cultists, hitting one with the back of his first before swiftly kicking another in the stomach.
After landing his attack(s), Starsoul claps his hands together, awakening his prana and hardening his skin.
Starsoul takes a moment to catch his breath. He's never broken a man's arm before, but he senses that he might have to again before it was his time to leave Arzata. The Universe wanted him to meet these other people, but why? And magic was real too? He wonders if the spellcasters are manipulating their prana somehow. And if they are, does that mean he could do it too...? Instead of aiding in the investigation, Starsoul moves over to the documents written in Sanskrit and starts reading.
Seeing how much of a threat he is, Starsoul attempts to snap Minarik's outstretched arm as the flaming bolt materializes.
Assuming he's no more than five feet away, Starsoul rushes over to strike at the soft tissue between Minarik's ribs, using his first unarmed attack to grab the fleshy mound of clustered nerves with three calloused fingers and the second attack to twist it as hard as he possibly can.
At some earlier point when Officer Jerry was out of earshot, Starsoul confided in the others that the Universe sent him a vision: the night that Lora Mitchel died, a single, solitary figure entered her hotel room using either a key or by picking the lock. Either way, there was no indication of forced entry. Driving back with Dave, Starsoul makes a game of keeping his soiled bare feet off the ground for as long as he can.
Starsoul's eyes shoot open as Jerry's aura at last becomes visible to him. "Our guy's aura is a bit of a puzzle: he's a free spirit with a dark side to him. Frightened, confused, a little entertained. If we let him go, there's no telling what he might do." He unfurls himself from his seated position before continuing. "Also, there's something I should tell you all something important once it's safe to speak freely."
After ten minutes passes, Starsoul can visibly see the crooked cop's aura. What does he determine, I wonder?
Starsoul takes his own moment to sit down in a full lotus on whatever nearby surface suits him: coffee table, kitchen counter, housecat, whatever. From there, he inhales and exhales deeply before letting his drishti (yogic gaze) fall on the captive. He too attempts to read the baddie's aura.
I've always been pro-botting/shuffling things on. Pace is the lifeblood of a PbP and waiting on each player to have a say when some are gone for extended periods seems to be the surest and fastest way to end one of these games.
Before the body of the unconscious man is fully loaded into the trunk, Starsoul uses his knowledge of the Indian martial art of varma kalai to strike at a vital pressure point on the back of the man's neck. When it comes to guys toting around lethal firearms, Starsoul doesn't take chances.
Starsoul kicks in the face of the one of the ground with the flat top of his bare foot.
Starsoul, with the speed. And precision of a deadly cobra, spins out of the way, rolling his back along the side of the barrel of the shotgun just as it goes off.
A 15 barely hits, but an inch is as good as a mile. He takes the damage, staggered (descriptively, not the actual condition) but still vital.
Starsoul moves to the wall right of the entrance, lying in wait flat against it. Readying an action, the second he sees a gunman enter he strikes at the enemy's vital pressure point on the neck.
Real life has pretty much wrecked me these last couple of days, but I'll be checking in more tomorrow. Glad to see the game's progressing at a nice clip!
I can't help but imagine a guitar wail in the background when Maria pulled up with a license plate as metal as hers.
Starsoul takes a minute to silently walk about the room, being careful to only use the back of his hand when touching the walls or decor. He has the common sense to avoid leaving fingerprints.
Starsoul, aka Random Hippie clears his throat once more before saying, "Uh, actually, my name is Starsoul. And it's pretty obvious that the Universe brought us all together to figure out who..." ...or what? he fears, "is behind these fires."
"I saw you guys skulking around outside and got a hunch that you might be connected to the arsons somehow. I don't think you caused it though so and you guys seemed pretty sincere about trying to get to the bottom of all this. Do us all a solid and don't prove me wrong on that count." He pauses for a moment. "Oh, and there's a woman eavesdropping on us in the hall outside."
Hearing the Sanskrit words, Starsoul's eyes go wide with fear. Summoning up his strengt, he steps lightly into the apartment where the others are, abandoining his awkward encounter with the woman in the hall. Standing in the threshold he clears his throat before speaking. "I, uh, I think you had it right the first time when you called it magic. Mot Kai Ruh m-means 'Soul's Destroyer'. There, um, may be more to this than meets the eye."
Not knowing if Valda is a resident or not, Starsoul freezes in place, staring wide-eyed at the tattooed woman. "Uh, hi..."
Starsoul lingers in the stairwell, waiting for the three gentlemen to arrive first so that he might eavesdrop on any of their conversations from the hallway.
With the stealth of an unseen spirit, Starsoul capitalizes on the concierge's momentary distraction, slipping by silently. Grateful that his barefoot lifestyle has proven to serve uses beyond deepening his connection to the vital energies of the planet, he moves up to the third floor, presuming that that's where he'll find Apartment 327.
Listening intently to the conversation between the three gentlemen and the concierge, Starsoul attempts to discern the truth of their words. Are these men truly as well-intentioned as they appear?
Starsoul watches the convention of the three odd gentlemen as he greedily chows down on the Chakra Eggplant house special: braised eggplant with black bean sauce served on a scallion pancake. Between the Russian lit professor and the skinny Steven Seagal, it's clear to the young yogi that these guys had no business being together. No normal business anyway. The most recent arson was around this part of town, wasn't it? Starsoul muses. Maybe these guys were somehow involved and have returned to the scene of the crime...? Or they're back to strike again! Starsoul waits for the group to move before following stealthily behind.
Walking into the restaurant, Starsoul breathes in the familiar scent of roti and baingan bhurta. He stretches his toes out along the laminate flooring, taking in the cleanliness of the eatery through his feet. He does whatever he needs to get seated and order his dinner.
Alright, made my first post on the gameplay forum. Looking forward to gaming with y'all. :) I couldn't find an avatar that I thought looked like my character, but the whole "Male human unchained monk" bit under his name is hyperlinked to a pic that pretty much sums him up.
Half-awake and gazing at the nearby mountainscape, Starsoul tunes in and out to "Arzata Abnormal" as his Greyhound approaches the podcast's eponymous city. Though he yawns from the long day of travel, he's excited to finally get to visit Arzata, the last destination on his road trip from one supernatural location in North America to the next. Though his time in Sedona was underwhelming, he has high hopes for his time in Arzata; listening to Stacy Know always got his third eye chakra spinning. That has to be a good sign, right? Starsoul grabs his canvas duffle bag and dumbek from the overhead bin as the Greyhound pulls to a stop at the Azarta transportation hub, but staggers for a moment as he steps off the bus. There's something unsettling about the city that he can't quite place. Maybe the recent string of arson had something to do with it. Still listening to the podcast, Starsoul walks barefoot towards the city center, Googling "Arzata vegan food" on his smartphone as he goes.
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