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This wasn't feeling very good. No, Jennifer thought, I need to heal again. Another dip in the well as Jennifer heals her ruined body further. She began to reconsider her approach to this Chef. He seemed to be gaining a second wind. She was already in for a penny, why not go in for a pound? Jennifer drew back her teeth and let out a monstrous hiss, letting her Beast shine through her eyes. Could he stare into the eyes of a Nosferatu?
- 1 to healing
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BOOM.
Jennifer... is getting... ventilated. Pieces of her are... everywhere. Walls. Floor. Ceiling.
There's also a strange noise. Screaming. Chef is Freaked Out by that thing she just did. With the gaping maw and fangs? What. The. Hell.
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Jennifer is beyond annoyed by this man, now. He's managed to damage her very deeply. She is not conceeding the fight, however. She has another idea to attack him.
Where is Sir Baldwin, she thought, worried now. Wasn't Priscus Galloway out front? It felt like she had been alone in here for ages.
Yet she needs to focus on ending this fight. The Nosferatu pulls on her Well, fueling her corpse. She studies the chef and decides to eliminate how he's doing all of this damage. That weapon needs to be pried from his hands. Jennifer dedicates herself to prying his hands free of that weapon.
Str+Brawl+Blood2+WP3 - 2 to Disarm
- 1 V
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Chef gets a little desperate as his gun clatters to the floor.
A hand reaches into the it's made in Jennifer. It tightens on something cold, soft, and squishy, and rips it out.
He's still screaming.
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City Status
Invictus status
Presence (Lady)
Obfuscate 2 Mask of Tranquility
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Blush, Blush, 
Blush, Imbibe, Blush, Blush, Blush, Imbibe, Jennifer draws on her well, healing her battered and pierced body. One of her bruises slips away, but she curses the man's continued efforts to damage her. He really was asking for it. Jennifer attempts to give to the chef what he's taken from her, sinking her teeth into any flesh that she can reach. There's no mercy, now. She'll drink him to the last dredges of his veins and dance a merry jig on his corpse. If she can. She's tiptoing across the vast shadow of Torpor. She can practically feel the weight of pressing sleep reaching for her now.
Not yet. She battles, struggling with this man. I'm taking you with me.
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The hand continues to rummage inside Jennifer, throwing another handful of her on the floor.
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He's slowly tearing her essence away, Jennifer realizes. There's nothing to do for it, now. She can cling to her Danse, healing just as he takes it away. Or she can make one last attack on him and pull him down with her. One good more hit and he might go down, she reasons. She wishes now that she had planned more carefully, conserved her well more wisely. She could have been able to outlast him. Yet wasting time made chickens out of eggs and piles of discarded flesh out of her intestines.
It was time to do or die.
Accepting it, Jennifer abandoned her reserves. Half of her insides were on the floor any way, right? Right. She needed a drink. First, she'd rip him open and make him bleed. Damage him.
She could only hope he was too weak to pull out something else...
- 1 V , All out attack
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Jennifer watches her entrails splash on the floor as darkness claims her.
Jennifer is Torpored.
Scene Ends.
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