one-a. [It's not hard to hear the sound of metal splitting, especially in the train station; indeed, half the place goes rushing out to investigate what's up. Perhaps that was a mistake, considering there's a deep, yawning hole in the wall through which something is spilling. The screams are awful, but the sense of dread worse - enough to get the feet moving away without conscious intent.]
[When he blinks, there is wakfu there, but it's got an awful vibe to it - like something not alive, yet somehow alive. One has split off and taken sight of him, and it sends a sickening chill down his spine.]
What in the-- [Chibi leaps into a portal with murderers, murderers still in his ears - Goddess, has their being here attracted attention? Does it think, like everything else on this hell-planet, that they are CERES' agents? He tries a few words, but there is no reasoning with it; instead, it reaches for his chest, his neck. His arm goes to retaliate, and it passes through.]
[The ghost screams and disappears to the wind, but Chibi still feels it prickling his skin. He can only offer a helpless look and a shrug to the (horrified?) person closest, probably moving alongside him. not_this_shit_again.jpg]
one-b. [Something is wrong, here, and Chibi realizes it when he tries to make a portal - it's like something in the stream's been stopped, or like his calculations are somehow off. He knows he should stop trying, if it keeps ending in near-death... But to an adult Eliatrope, portals are as much reflex as they are magic, and he can't seem to stop himself.]
[Maybe you're caught in the crosshairs of the wakfu beam hurtling your way - better get out of there before it singes you! Or maybe the portal misses its mark, and you're dumped straight through it, or your torso is left sticking through it. Maybe you half-fall through, like a subway grate's just opened beneath one of your feet. Either way, you'll find the culprit a few feet away: not the ghost, but Chibi, who is cursing aloud in Draconic.]
[That ghost there is still a threat...!]
four.sorry [A man needs a drink, after all this damned mess - so into the pleasure district this middle-aged Eliatrope goes to retrieve a six-pack. Unfortunately, it's not only the hug-bots or the McCERES coupon bots that have been possessed; a slender android pops its head out of one of the nearby brothels, then comes at him, presumably trying to choke him out. Instead, it displays a lewd smile on its robotic face and starts reaching for him. Chibi, for his part, just freezes and looks puzzled.]
Er. Excuse me. [It starts trying to reach into Chibi's cloak. He gently guides its hand to his shoulder instead. It moves for the ties on his pants. He moves it again. If undisturbed, this will probably go on for several minutes. Help.]
bonus. [Chibi's figured something out about this vacuum cleaner: if he secures it carefully to the top of his wakfu-motored pet roomba (adopted after the flood), it'll happily putter alongside him without him having to pilot it. The roomba, presumably happy to have a friend, is displaying a :D face on its display; the flower growing in it looks cheerful, as well. Chibi, presumably happy to have both hands free to deal with ghosts, is going about his day undisturbed.]
[If you're beside him in the residential district and a ghost approaches, he'll snatch it up quickly with the vaccuum; its roomba steed chirps at the sudden pressure differential on its back. He'll turn and cheerfully say:] These things are actually quite handy, are they not? [Wonder what the catch is.]
wild-card. [hit me with anything and I'll give it a spin! if you're close CR and want truth on something, this might be the time, or something.]
open!!
[It's not hard to hear the sound of metal splitting, especially in the train station; indeed, half the place goes rushing out to investigate what's up. Perhaps that was a mistake, considering there's a deep, yawning hole in the wall through which something is spilling. The screams are awful, but the sense of dread worse - enough to get the feet moving away without conscious intent.]
[When he blinks, there is wakfu there, but it's got an awful vibe to it - like something not alive, yet somehow alive. One has split off and taken sight of him, and it sends a sickening chill down his spine.]
What in the-- [Chibi leaps into a portal with murderers, murderers still in his ears - Goddess, has their being here attracted attention? Does it think, like everything else on this hell-planet, that they are CERES' agents? He tries a few words, but there is no reasoning with it; instead, it reaches for his chest, his neck. His arm goes to retaliate, and it passes through.]
[The ghost screams and disappears to the wind, but Chibi still feels it prickling his skin. He can only offer a helpless look and a shrug to the (horrified?) person closest, probably moving alongside him. not_this_shit_again.jpg]
one-b.
[Something is wrong, here, and Chibi realizes it when he tries to make a portal - it's like something in the stream's been stopped, or like his calculations are somehow off. He knows he should stop trying, if it keeps ending in near-death... But to an adult Eliatrope, portals are as much reflex as they are magic, and he can't seem to stop himself.]
[Maybe you're caught in the crosshairs of the wakfu beam hurtling your way - better get out of there before it singes you! Or maybe the portal misses its mark, and you're dumped straight through it, or your torso is left sticking through it. Maybe you half-fall through, like a subway grate's just opened beneath one of your feet. Either way, you'll find the culprit a few feet away: not the ghost, but Chibi, who is cursing aloud in Draconic.]
[That ghost there is still a threat...!]
four. sorry
[A man needs a drink, after all this damned mess - so into the pleasure district this middle-aged Eliatrope goes to retrieve a six-pack. Unfortunately, it's not only the hug-bots or the McCERES coupon bots that have been possessed; a slender android pops its head out of one of the nearby brothels, then comes at him, presumably trying to choke him out. Instead, it displays a lewd smile on its robotic face and starts reaching for him. Chibi, for his part, just freezes and looks puzzled.]
Er. Excuse me. [It starts trying to reach into Chibi's cloak. He gently guides its hand to his shoulder instead. It moves for the ties on his pants. He moves it again. If undisturbed, this will probably go on for several minutes. Help.]
bonus.
[Chibi's figured something out about this vacuum cleaner: if he secures it carefully to the top of his wakfu-motored pet roomba (adopted after the flood), it'll happily putter alongside him without him having to pilot it. The roomba, presumably happy to have a friend, is displaying a :D face on its display; the flower growing in it looks cheerful, as well. Chibi, presumably happy to have both hands free to deal with ghosts, is going about his day undisturbed.]
[If you're beside him in the residential district and a ghost approaches, he'll snatch it up quickly with the vaccuum; its roomba steed chirps at the sudden pressure differential on its back. He'll turn and cheerfully say:] These things are actually quite handy, are they not? [Wonder what the catch is.]
wild-card.
[hit me with anything and I'll give it a spin!
if you're close CR and want truth on something, this might be the time, or something.]