Shrike moves, purposeful to the bed, Crane feels the spells the Murder Bird wraps around herself fray and fizzle into nothing. A golden glyph tries to form but fails to keep its shape, gasping as it dies.
Talons reach for the dull matte Makarov pistol, easily replacing the clip and getting the engine of death ready for use. She hands it, grip facing the vigilant watcher.
"Shoot me." Shrike says, a dull parody of what happened only moments before.
"Kill me. Here's the excuse. You saw me at the diner, something unexpected had me flinging vulgars. You seen my nimbus. It's not right. I'm not right." eyes fierce and deadly serious. "For all either of us know I'm a scelesti. Bound by pact to some fucking Acamoth. Kill me." she repeats. "Do it. My shields are down. And with what happened earlier you have cause. Do us both this kindness. Free my soul from my flesh and let us both be free."
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Roll |
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Result |
2018-03-01 12:00:58 |
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Shrike rolls 7 to Aura Perception (mind 3 + e.affinity 3 + gnosis 1) (10 Again) |
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4, 4, 7, 6, 4, 1, 5 |
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failure |
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Roll |
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Result |
2018-03-01 12:24:17 |
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Shrike rolls 4 to Am I actually doing this? (Manip 2 + -1 unskilled persuasion + WP) (10 Again, WillPower) |
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3, 1, 8, 2 |
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1 success |
Don't know where this came from but it happened! Also -1WP to add to roll, for reasons...