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"Faye! The Gas!"
Chariot's Axe has a dull gleam beneath the ichor and fluids that stain the edge as he brings it down on someone's corpse that had been marked by Tuesday's spell.
Using a charge from Alter Accuracy for 9a on attack, 2 remaining.
Fire Axe 2 successes, 5 Lethal (forgot -1 physical penalty)
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Chariot gets all hack and slashy, Thrope grows claws (that was soo fucking awesome even if it was fucking weird and omgickentrails at the same time) and goes all rawr, and everyone else climbs out of the bowl and put their backs to the chain link fence and...were aiming? Maybe. Hopefully.
Chariot shouts at Faye just when Tuesday was about to do the same to Campy. Hazels spy the zombies that fail to fall, and shamble their way around.
Not good.
Pressing her will forward she sets about snagging the zombies heading to Faye and the others in a shared tangle of Fate, but it...just...doesn't...work.
Was it something to do with her?
Or was it that Bolide fucked off somewhere, while Campy, Archy, and Faye all scrambled out of the bowl leaving her ankle deep in gasoline, with the Talons, and gross, rotting zombies?
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Faye continues to back up and away from the bowl, not only hearing Chariot, but knowing what she did to some of the water. She might be blonde, but she isnt completely stupid.
But with zombies still closing in, she targets the one closet to her, the one that will reach her sooner and calls upon Life to let her take its sight. A hand reaches over to her bracelet, fingers running over the copper as she casts. Maybe if it cant see her, or any of them, it will buy them some time.
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(3 used)They're not coming out of the bowl... Shit... "TUESDAY!" Michael shouts, trying to get the Acanthus attention as he throws his Zippo to her. "Hold --!" Let's roast those undead bastards!
His gaze stray onto the narrow path the zombies were coming from... When the fire starts they'll be nothing but chunks of charcoal to be consumed by my flames!
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Last edited by West; May 11th, 2017 at 01:03 PM.
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That's fucking gross. Parts don't normally come off so quickly. Voices call out as Thrope winds his fist back and lashes out again bringing some of Tuesday's will with it. Claw again impaling zombie flesh. An o so satisfying feeling followed by more revulsion. Yep these clothes are getting burned after this.
Wait did something just splash?
Used 1 charge of E-luck, 2/3 remaining
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Campanella surveyed the scene, mouth open in a rictus of growing horror.
This was not how it should be! He should have been sailing the astral seas by now! The ring felt heavy and cold in his hand now like dead weight.
"No!" He barely caught the movement as Archangel Michael threw the lighter but he saw the trajectory and how it was off.
Mind spinning he envisioned a dry space around the precious lighter to land and willed the water to simply move away before the object was drowned in water and fuel.
[mta]Shape Water is a 2 Dot spell; no Paradox as its not Vulgar under House Rule.
1 sux is approximately a milk bottle of volume so that should suffice.[/roll]
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Chariot hacks into another zombie, the axe cutting deep and clean. It falls, as does the other corpse linked to it. Thrope finishes off the one he's working one as rotten hands flail at both Faye and Chariot. Two more zombies shuffle around the bowl towards Campanella, and Michael as others fall into the bowl and rise.
Campanella forms a cylinder for the lighter of water... and it splashes into the heavier gasoline that's settled to the bottom of the pool.
Four zombies have fallen now but as they continue to surge into the basin five have risen to make six shambling forward...
Party is up again. Due to the narrow ledge between the bowl and fence only 1 zombie at a time can approach topside.
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Did Archy just throw a zippo at her? When she's standing in gasoline?
Thank all the gods that didn't exist that it wasn't lit when he chucked it at her. But there was no way in hell she was reaching into the gas, and getting her hand covered in it, to grab a lighter that was also covered in gas.
She liked her hand thankyouvermuch
Fuck that noise. Also speaking of noise. Faye.
Feeling the threads of the zombies she'd tied together snap. The Foxes Talons taking advantage like she knew they would. Tuesday rubs the head of the silver dragon as she calls forth the subtle threads to weave some more zombie's Fate's together.
A Fate-blue glyph forms, even as the swarm of butterflies manifest only to shatter as Tuesday grunts, swallowing the oily ick of the Abyss once more. Focusing on linking the dee-bag zombie attacking her fellow lady fox and one of the shambelers nearest the talon with the axe, even with dox biting her in the ass, the threads of Fate easily yield, tying her hazel picked zombies together.
"That one!" she shouts pointing at the zombie nearest the Foxes doorwarden.
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"Tues, get up!" Chariot calls out as he sinks his weapon into the rotten guts of the dead grandma Tuesday directs him towards. The water barrier around her opens up, flowing to keep between her and the zombies for now.
He had a plan. Here's hoping he could get it working in this chaos.
Using a charge from Alter Accuracy for 9a on attack, 1 remaining.
Shifting Sands!
Last edited by West; May 14th, 2017 at 10:57 PM.
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