(LA, D4, School) A Bullet is Waiting

[Jean Wellspeak]

Imogen would have been slightly disappointed that she wasn't able to reach it in time to take a swipe but the horrifying sound the thing made afterwards immediately extinguished that thought.

Day 4, Late Afternoon, Resolve + Composure -1: 3d10o10h8 1

Jean turned to Imogen, dispelling his sword. The already ephemeral sword dissolved in the air like fine dust. "Well, what in the name of the Holy Trinity, was that." His eyes were wild, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

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Another dice, no penalties yes: 1d10o10h8 0

[GhostWolfe]

Okay! So everyone who penalised themselves for Acute Senses needs to add another die.

Everyone recovers their successes in Glamour due to the overwhelming nature of the Huntsman’s—and his fell steed’s—final emotions.

[Steve]

Steve reaches into his pocket and withdrew a small, plump apple. It’s skin was bright and taut, and it looked perfectly ripe and fresh, so much so that one had to conclude it was Arcadian in origin, assuming the oddly healthy-looking purple blush didn’t give that away. He tossed it lightly to Marlowe, it smelt of fresh-baked apple pie, “catch,” he gave as an almost too late heads up, “that’ll help.”


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Bloodapple: floury in texture and cloyingly sweet, this goblin fruit will stain your mouth blood red and downgrade one point of damage.

[Marlowe Phillips]

"Thanks." I bit into it immediately and was enveloped in sweetness. It was a touch of color in a gray world. It didn't eliminate the pain, but it made it a bit more bearable. "I'm grateful to all of you."

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(LA, D4, School) A Bullet is Waiting, 1 additional die: 1d10o10h8 0

One Lethal downgraded to bashing.
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[Tiffani Noelle]

Feeling a little better now that she absorbed some of the dying huntsman's emotions, she pulled herself back to her feet, took a few calming breaths, then shambled over to Marlowe. She glanced down at his leg wound and visibly winced - almost as if she could feel the pain herself.

"I won't ask if you're okay - that would be a stupid question." Her voice comes out in monotone sort of way - far different than her usual, somewhat animated style. "I doubt I could get rid of it entirely but, I can help with that wound if you'd like. But it's up to you."

[Imogen Baker]

If nothing else, it was a short good sprint. Imogen moved her fingers a little and the blade claw vanished from her digits. She gave a hapless shrug at Jean. "I think I have a few good ideas but the best person to ask is probably Marlowe over there."

Day 4, Late Afternoon, another die: 1d10o10h8 0

[Marlowe Phillips]

"I may take you up on that, but not here and now." I gave Tiffani a reassuring look, before turning my attention to Jean and the others. "That, my friends, was a huntsman, hired by one of the Gentry to capture me. Some of them think I'm a collector's item. Good job, taking him out. He'll come back, but not right away."

[Tiffani Noelle]

Tiffani listened to Marlowe's explanation with acute interest ... until that last part.

"Wait ... he'll come back?" She looked over to the spot where the huntsman vanished. "What does that mean? That we'll have to keep fighting him ... again and again? Until we eventually lose? It's not that I wouldn't do it, mind you, but is there no other way?"

She sort of gestured toward his wound with her chin. "As far as that is concerned, just tell me when and I'll do what I can."

[Marlowe Phillips]

"We should be alright for a while. And, I'll be better prepared next time." The large pistol had vanished. I checked my normal one. I definitely would need an upgrade.

[Tiffani Noelle]

"Heh, next time ... " Tiffani said, exasperated but tired. "Well, let's hope he doesn't come back for donkey's years. If everything is in order here, then, I'll be trundling back to town. I just want to lay down for a awhile."

Then she did just that, looking back over her shoulder to say, "Take care of that leg." She continued to slowly walk in the direction of the motel.