CB's Grim Frequencies IC -- COMPLETE

[Rubberneck]

J.R. shakes himself out of his daze. He can feel his Glock tucked behind his back, but makes no move for it so he doesn't set off anyone.

"Listen I have no idea wah's gowen on, that jagoff had my people at gunpoint fer no reason so I tried to stop him! hauscome is everyone shooting? This makes no sense!"

 

[Shayuri]

Death Otter flinched a little at the gunshot, then broke into an incredulous grin at Garvey. That hiss! That hiss!

"Aaaahhhaaha!" she crowed, and pointed at the other woman. "I got you! Aw yeah! Hold that thought! Don't go anywhere!"

She then turned and bolted, heading for the stairs down to the basement.

"It's Garvey!" she shouted as she went. "She's here to clean up! That means kill us!"

Her tone was all wrong...she sounded gleeful.

"Cyril, you sure you don't want that shiny metal hat yet?!"

She'd expended some effort to get under Garvey's skin...and it was nice to see her work had been appreciated. Sometimes life just delivered. In a big way.

(Action - get the hell outta there )

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Round 2, continued

Otter made it to the basement. Bukowski shoved his lanky body off the counter and made for the closed door on the kitchen's south wall. He stood there a moment, listening. "It's quiet. What's through here?" He looked at Cyril for a response.

In the fellowship hall, Garvey backed five feet away from Feral (to AC24), then fired point blank. She missed. She kept the gun trained on Feral. "How's it hanging, Fiona?" Garvey kicked off her heels. She was much shorter without them. Diminutive, even. Garvey grinned. Her mouth went stiff--a rictus of horror. Feral, T-dawg, and J.R. watched as Garvey shook out her hair. Only her auburn tresses weren't hair anymore, they were vipers. And the vipers came to life, hissing, spitting, and moving of their own accord. Garvey's skin thickened and hardened, ugly pits, ridges, scars and cracks mapping its surface. Her chest deflated. Her toes became clawed horrors, as did the fingers holding the Glock. The Bryn Mawr bitchy beauty was no more; what stood before Feral and T-dawg in the fellowship hall was inhuman.

OOC: Feral's up, [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION].

Initiative:
J.R. 12 -- hallway
Cyril 12 -- kitchen
Otter 12 -- basement
Bukowski 10 -- kitchen
Garvey 9 -- fellowship hall
Feral 8 -- fellowship hall
T-dawg 7 -- fellowship hall
Keihn 4 -- paralyzed through Round 3
Marks 1 -- storage/serving

GM: Bukowski 42/42 Garvey unknown Keihn unknown Marks 16/18

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

Feral blinked then launched his attack, "My name is Feral you scaly b!tch!"

OOC: Would like to use those rolls from earlier, please.

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Undaunted, Feral launched himself at Garvey and kicked as hard as he could. The blow was masterful and dealt 12 points of damage.

OOC: Next up is T-dawg, [MENTION=12430]gribble[/MENTION].

 

[gribble]

"Sweet mother of... ", T-dawg started, then trailed off into stunned silence. While he didn't really want to get to close to... that... Feral needed some backup. He pushed down the fear, drawing on a well of primal strength driven by adrenalin and charged forward, swinging a wild haymaker at the beast.

OOC: Activate ability surge (may turn out to be a bad idea with that penalty to saves...) Charge attack: [roll0] (includes +2 to hit for ability surge, +2 to hit from charge, and -3 to hit from Power Attack) Damage roll (if hits): [roll1] (non-lethal - includes +2 damage for ability surge, +3 damage from Power Attack)

 

[gribble]

OOC: Woot - crit threat! Confirmation roll: [roll0] Additional damage (if hit): [roll1]

 

[gribble]

OOC: Assuming that 17 hits... that's a 25 point haymaker... not too shabby

"This teddy bear has claws b!%ch!", T-dawg hisses as his fist connects with Garvey's jaw and an audible *crack* rings out. For a second, his face is split by a dangerous grin and he doesn't seem like the usual gentle giant, but rather a raging monstrosity himself.

 

[KirayaTiDrekan]

OOC: If our characters were aware of game mechanics and broke the fourth wall - "Eat Crit!"

 

[CanadienneBacon]

Round 3, Top of Round

T-dawg charged forward to AC23, cutting off Garvey's access to the fellowship hall door. His fist scrunched into a might ham, which he swung at her head, pummeling Garvey for a whopping 25 points of damage. Her jaw looked broken, but still she stood. Garvey spat blood, the snakes of her hair hissing with ire. A tooth fell out of her mouth when she spat, at T-dawg could see a gaping black hole where one of her front incisors had been. Garvey's yellow eyes fixed on T-dawg and hardened.

OOC: End of Round 2, start of Round 3. First up is J.R., [MENTION=6763059]Rubberneck[/MENTION]. I'll do a map update tonight when I get home. Make a Perception DC 15 check for T-dawg and Feral, [MENTION=12430]gribble[/MENTION] and [MENTION=6755061]Kiraya_TiDrekan[/MENTION].

Initiative:
J.R. 12 -- hallway
Cyril 12 -- kitchen
Otter 12 -- basement
Bukowski 10 -- kitchen
Garvey 9 -- fellowship hall
Feral 8 -- fellowship hall
T-dawg 7 -- fellowship hall
Keihn 4 -- paralyzed through Round 3
Marks 1 -- storage/serving (AK27)

GM: Bukowski 42/42 Garvey -37/__ Keihn unknown Marks 16/18