Melted Reflections: Twisted Memories

[Skye]

Not wanting to truly touch the knife, this place was to eerie to touch anything without need. The wax statues moving as if by illusions, resonance of the abyss, no she would not touch anything as she swiftly moves toward the knife, placing her feet in line to kick it away closer toward Witch but making sure to not kick it exactly at her or even close, still close enough that she would be closer than anyone coming through the entrance to the tent and for the pepper sprayed man to have to dive for it to stand a chance at retrieving it. But not really caring if she hit into some exhibit stand or if it was 5 or 10 yards away.

Quickly twirling herself back to Witch with watchful eyes around them, half expecting something more to come, some statue to move, or something to mess with their senses as she shoots Witch a look, grabbing a knife from her purse only to rise it just enough for the back end to be seen outside of the purse.
”Want a knife?” She had offered before but it had become moot at that point.

Skye uses quick draw melee merit.

Gear

cellphone, cash, archery glove on, light gloves covering her hands and fingers, knivesx2 (in purse), throwing knife x5 (in purse), purse, kevlar vest thin under shirt, zippo lighter, athletic running shoes, wooden coin necklace (dedicated tool).

Spells

Combo Organic Resilience and pulse of the living world (pot 6, armor 4)
Body Mastery +2 (pot 7)
Honing the form dexterity +4 (pot 8)
Night Sight 5
Sense life 5

Stats

Health: 8
Mana: 8
Defense: 2 (7 when dodging)
Speed: 15
Initiative: 11
Willpower: 2/2 (usable)
Armor: 5/6 - bulletproof (Life: 4, Kevlar vest thin 1/2)
Spell tolerance: 5/3
Spell control: 5/6
Paradox spells cast: 0

[Witch]

Witch winced in sympathy with Asclepius attacker as he got a full blast of spray to the face. She didn't know what he had been sprayed with but by his reaction, it wasn't odor of cotton candy.

As Skye kicked the dropped knife her way, she kneeled reaching to grab the hilt. As she stood with it in hand, and Skye opened her purse, she gave a shrug and held up the retrieved weapon. No need for two after all.

"Who is this guy?" she asked Asklepious. And why were they fighting him?

Equipment & Stuff

Backpack, phone, notepad, writing bag. Multitool & sample collecting kit.
Willpower
Health

Active spells: Supernal Vision
Active spells: Unseen Aegis

[Asclepius]

For goodness sake! Can something go correctly. He goes slightly wide eyed and then frustration mixed with remorse, at the sight of Skye falling to her knees with the spray he unleashed affecting her. “Lucy, I'm sorry.”

He knew he would have to make up for this later but more pressing issues were in play currently. This man was in his face, and too close at that. Winding back he goes for a full punch to this guys face, hoping it sends him reeling back or better fleeing off into the night. In his eyes, this fool was throwing down the challenge since the beginning and now was the time to show him how foolish this action was to take.

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2024-11-12 13:31:47	Asclepius rolls 4 to Punching (STR 2 + Brawl 2) (10 Again)	5, 10, 4, 5, 10, 1	2 successes

Gear

Sports Bag (attached via strap over shoulder)
Smartphone (in pocket)
Cash (in pocket)
Car keys (in pocket)
Kevlar vest thin (Worn under shirt)
Combat knife (dedicated tool attached at belt)
3 Glowsticks (In Sports bag)
Pepper spray (In Hand)
Wedding ring (worn)
First Aid Kit (In Sports bag).
Bottle of water (in Sports bag)

Spells

Night sight,
Organic Resilience (Pot 1)
Friction reduction (pot 3)

Stats

Health:
Mana:
Defense: 2
Speed: 9
Initiative: 5
Willpower:
Armor: 4 / 5 Kevlar vest thin (1 /2) + Organice resilience (life 3)
Spell tolerance: 2/2
Active spells: 1/4
Paradox spells cast: 0

[ReubanBrightwood]

Skye kicks the dropped weapon that ahs sliced her fellow arrow open away towards the tent entrance where it is retrieved by Witch, however as she does Asclepius swings a punch at her clear as day, her nimble awareness and magical defences render the blow utterly meaningless but still it had happened.

Witch picking up the knife is doused in a sensation of burning ice her ears wanting to both combusted and decay into frost bitten oblivion all at once. The voice that causes such horrid sensation can only be heard within her own mind and only to her. "Can we depart?" A short simple question from a voice that resonated with tones of both pain and bizarrely hope.

In this few seconds Asclepius is made aware of his error as the nimble form of Skye dances out of his range and in fact now it seems his attacker is weeping incapacitated on the ground clutching his face.