Scrounging at the Flea Market...

**Fractured** · Sep 29th, 2009 08:54 PM

Marcus' chains tear through the spider's candy shell. It rears up on its rear four legs and makes an unnatural sound, like a dog trying to imitate a car alarm. It's legs fall back down and it's eyes wobble sadly, like you've hurt its feelings.

Then it tries to spit a stream of syrup at the Metalflesh's feet.

Syrup Attack

ST Note: Marcus' feet have been glued to the ground. Liberating yourself from the sticky mess is an extended physical action, Strength + Stamina -2, (Armor of Elements Fury-Metal doesn't get you a +1 on this roll), with a goal of 3 successes accumulated.

The spider walks backwards so gracefully, you'd think you were dancing partners. Its big, cute eyes are completely focused on Marcus.

**Marcus Evan** · Sep 30th, 2009 02:25 AM

Struggling valiantly, Marcus is able to free himself from the sticky morass covering his feet. Disgusting. Why are Hobs always so sticky? He manages to wipe most of it off onto the grass and exposed soil as he waits for trippy rainbows. Feeling nothing of the sort, Marcus locks eyes with the creature, and tries to position himself so that he can slowly maneuver between it and the girl.

Yuck

**Fractured** · Sep 30th, 2009 04:36 PM

The spider, mucus-colored blood dripping ahead of its backward path, looks panicked when Marcus tears out of its syrup in no time flat. It head rolls around to the other side of its body and it runs right past the girl, who is struggling to free herself from the gunk and screaming hysterically.

"THEY'RE COMING, THEY'RE COMING!!! OH GOD, I CAN HEAR THEM!!!"

Despite the girl's screams, Marcus does hear a faint growl from several different directions, and the noise seems to be getting closer, even as his opponent scurries away.

Spider ran this turn, so it is now 30 yards away, out of Marcus' range unless he's gonna shoot or throw something at it. Marcus, having moved toward the girl on his turn, can reach her in one turn's run.

**Marcus Evan** · Sep 30th, 2009 05:21 PM

Resisting the urge to chase after the spider and finish it off, Marcus hurries over to 'Oil Can Mary'. "If you try to hit me again, I swear..." He awkwardly attempts to help free her from the spider's sticky sputum, careful not to injure her with the sharp metal moving across his chest and arms. C'mon... c'mon...

Yuck Revisited

**Fractured** · Sep 30th, 2009 08:38 PM

The girl looks at Marcus fearfully, but nods just a little to accede to the Metalflesh's gracious request. She wraps her little greasy arms around his neck, and his efforts snap the last of the yellow goo holding her down, and she tumbles into his arms. Those big doe-eyes look up into Marcus' own for a fraction of a moment, then Petroleum Patty does what all good damsels in distress do: she faints. Her body slumps forward against Marcus' chest and his grip on her is the only thing that keeps her from falling any further.

Meanwhile, those growls are getting louder.

**Marcus Evan** · Oct 1st, 2009 07:09 AM

Brilliant. The spiked chains melt back into Marcus' shiny flesh as he dismisses his elemental protection. Hauling the girl over his shoulder like a greasy sack of potatoes, he runs for his Jeep as if his Keeper, Herself were after him.

**Fractured** · Oct 3rd, 2009 02:40 AM

As Marcus races for the boundary of the forest, the growling and howling gets louder, closer, they must be right behind him...but as he crosses, the sounds stop abruptly. He risks a glance behind, and sees...trees, and that's all.

**Marcus Evan** · Oct 3rd, 2009 11:36 PM

Marcus carries the girl to his Jeep as quickly as he can manage. Opening the passenger door, he slides her into the seat, then gets in the driver side. Finally allowing himself to feel the pain and fatigue, he rests his head against the steering wheel, just breathing for a moment. Rousing himself, he looks at 'Grace Slick', trying to decide if she should go to the hospital, or if his first-aid kit at home would suffice. Examining her wounds, he tries to determine how serious they are and how she might have gotten them. He decides to ask her. Shaking her gently, he speaks in a clear, firm voice. "C'mon... wake up. Anyone home? Wake up... c'mon."

Sherlock Holmes

**Fractured** · Oct 3rd, 2009 11:42 PM

Intelligence + Medicine to check out the wounds

**CyledyrWyllt** · Oct 3rd, 2009 11:54 PM

Oops

Scrounging at the Flea Market...

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