Travelers

>>44609931
>"Demon slayers."

>>44609931
>>"Travelers."

Be cool. No need to scare the little guy off.

>>44609931
>"Travelers."

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>>44609931
>>"Travelers."

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>>44609969
>>44609982
>>44609990
>>44610028

“We’re travelers.” You answer in the most diplomatic voice you can manage. It isn’t the full truth, but its still the truth, and a far cry better than ‘demon slayer’.

The Knocker hums in surprise. “Travelers, huh? I’ve been around for awhile to see lots of ‘em back in Wales, but you fellows have got to be the most motley group I’ve ever seen. A copper, a preacher, an Oriental, a businessman and a bloke…that sounds like the perfect set up for a pub joke, if you ask me.”

If Victoria took offense to her descriptor, she does a good job at hiding it. More than anything else, it looks like she’s too curious about the demon to be offended in any sort of capacity.

“But that aside” it continues, wringing its hands together. “You're talking with a demon and not attacking it like most normally would. There must be something that you want from me."

>”I want you to join me.”
>“Become my demon.”

>>44610220
>”I want you to join me.”

>>44610220
>>”I want you to join me.”

>>44610220
>”I want you to join me.”

>>44610220
I was hoping you could join us.

>>44610220
>>”I want you to join me.”

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>>44610235
>>44610249
>>44610332

More than anything else, the demon seems to be amused. You’re not sure whether that’s a good or bad thing yet, as its mouth breaks out into a toothy grin. “Really, now? Ya want an old-timer like me to join up with you youngsters? I’m flattered.”

>The demon’s mood has improved.

“Still,” it continues, “If that’s what you want, though, I can’t agree to do that for free. The world runs on give and take, mister. I want something in exchange.”

Your face must’ve betrayed something. Well, either yours or MacKays, because the demon starts laughing. “Relax, you whippersnappers! I don’t want your soul. Some of the nastier blokes might, but that’s far too much trouble for someone of my power. Just give me a little bit of your vitality.”

You cock your head sideways, confused. “Vitality?”

“Yer health, sonny. Just a tiny bit of it. I promise not to bleed ya, if that’s what yer worried about.”

>Agree.
>Disagree.

>>44610476
>Agree.
"Pixie can you heal the difference?"

>>44610476
>Agree

>>44610476
>>Agree.

Us young folks have plenty to spare.

>>44610476
>>Disagree.

Disagree. In character, we have no idea what that means

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>>44610541
>>44610544

You whisper out of the corner of your mouth to Pixie. “Can you heal the difference?”

She nods. “Just lemme take half of one of those headache pills, and I’ll be able to fix you up. My mana is nearly exhausted.”

You still aren’t exactly sure what it means by “vitality”. It’s too abstract of a concept. But if Pixie says that she can fix anything the demon does, then you’re more for it than against it.

With that, you turn your attention back to the Knocker. “Sure, go ahead.”

“Well, don’t mind if I do!”

You feel a slight physical exhaustion and an ache in your leg. It feels like you strained it somehow. It isn’t anything too serious, but that might prove to be cumbersome if left untreated.

>-1 HP

The demon seems to be mulling over your…vitality, as it were, before asking you: “So tell me, if I decide to join up with ye, what’re ya gonna use me for?”

>Write-in

>>44610824
Well whatever you're good at. Pixie here zaps whatever is trying to eat us or heals us up.

>>44610824
Whatever you can help with. We are trying to get out of this hospital but there has been a bunch of less than cooperative demons in our way.

>>44610824
Well, we've been trying to get out of this here hospital. A bit of a problem when you have these wandering slimes and Petras with a taste for flesh.

And I'll be honest, I'd like to figure out WHY there are suddenly....demons....everywhere. Just woke up in here and BAM, slimes.

>>44611077
Pretas you mean

Heheheh

>>44611122
a slip of the tongue. totally by chance, not at all due to reading other media.

Could you show us to the exit? We're trying to escape this place.

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>>44610848
>>44610889
>>44611077

“Whatever you’re good at,” You honestly respond, rubbing the back of your head in a sheepish manner. “We’re trying to get of this hospital, but there’ve been too many uncooperative demons in our way. And truth be told, that’s not the only thing we’re trying to figure out. Most of us are still trying to figure out why there are suddenly…well, demons everywhere. Just woke up here, no memories and BAM, slimes.”

You turn to the rest of your party. It takes them a few moments to catch your hand signal, but once they do, they start nodding and affirming their ascent in the woes and misfortunes that have troubled the group thus far.

“So you blokes are the ones that took out the pack downstairs?” The Knocker seems amazed. “Wow. For a bunch of vanilla humans, you guy are tougher than you look. Color me impressed. Okay, tell ya what. You’ve got yourself a deal! It’s better than mulling around here with little to nothing to do.”

>Knocker has joined the party!

You smile, and shake the hand it’s offered you. “Welcome to the group. So do you think you could show us to the exit? We’re gonna head up to the first floor after we find the Administrative Key Card down here.”

Knocker suddenly becomes wary. “Sure, but that means going right past the Ghoul that’s guarding the top floor. Unless you’ve got some sort of trump card up that sleeve of yours, we’re gonna need a whole lot more firepower than what you’ve got now.

“But that aside, it looks like you’ve currently got one demon with you,” It points to Pixie. “It’ll be harder to give directions to the both of us without any sort of binding agent, a grimorie or some magical device of the like. That's what the magicians of old used back in the day to control more than one demon. Maybe it’s best to pass me off to one of your buddies.”

You should let Knocker team up with…

>Fitz
>Father MacKay
>Brady
>Victoria

Give him to the father. Their personalities match well.

>>44611606
>>Father MacKay

>>44611606
>Father MacKay

>>44611606
>Well, which of you wants 'ol Knocker here? He's been a pretty cool dude.

Reminder to trust Mastema.

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>>44611639
>>44611700
>>44611707

Had to go grab some food

“Why not go with MacKay over here?” You gesture towards the priest, who looks extremely surprised that you would suggest him. “Your personalities seem to match.”

MacKay looks somewhat disheartened. “Are you implying that I’m older than I look? I’m only twenty nine years old, you know.”

“Of course not,” you reply, “But considering what we’ve been up against so far, maybe it’s best for you to take a mild-mannered demon. Knocker is just as friendly as Pixie is, and smells a whole lot better than a Preta.”

“…I suppose that there are eviler things to be allied with,” the priest sighs as he walks over towards the demon. Squatting down to reach Knocker’s height, he extends his hand. “I’m Father MacKay. I look forward to working with you.”

“Charmed,” Knocker shakes the priest’s hand. “Now I can cross ‘working with a priest of God’ off my bucket list.”

Victoria looks somewhat downtrodden at the missed opportunity, while Fitz and Brady do a better job at hiding their emotions.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way,” the demon continues, “You should probably get more of us on your side. I’ve seen plenty of hot shot youngsters get eaten by ghouls before thinking they could do it alone. Numbers and fire are your best friends against those smelly undead.”

>Search for more demons.
>Search for the Administrative Key.

>>44612336
>Search for more demons.

>>44612336
Fire huh?

>Search for more demons.
And things for Molotov cocktails if we can find them.

>>44612336
Gotta catch em all

>>44612379
>>44612381

Took awhile to figure out how to set this up

“Let’s search for more demons,” You say. “If what Knocker says is true, then we’re going to need more firepower on ourside, as well as things that can make fire. The key card isn’t going anywhere anytime soon, so we can probably take our time making new friends.”

Everyone nods in ascent, with Victoria looking very enthusiastic at the prospect of negotiating with more demons. With your new objective in mind, you proceed through the corridor and begin searching for more demons.

"Yo, Adrian," Fitz suddenly speaks up. "Let me take care of the next guy, alright? I wanna try my hand at this whole demon negotiation schtick."

>Let her take the next one? Y/N
>Roll d100 for encounter

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>>44612946

Son of a whore. I forgot to put a picture.

Rolled 35 (1d100)

>>44612946
Y "Sure"

I say we give her a shot. Everyone's gotta learn sometime.

Rolled 87 (1d100)

>>44612946
>>Let her take the next one? Y/N
Y. Can't see why not.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>44612946
Y

Rolled 72 (1d100)

>>44612946
>Y provided you can stand each other

Forgot to roll

Welp I guess this is a good time as any Kaz. Yes or no to crits and critfails?

>>44613018
FAILURE OF A HUMAN FAILURE OF A HUMAN

>>44613037

Yes to both crits and critfails.

You're gonna have a bad time...

>>44613142
Sans the Ghoul?

>>44613142
Looks like we are getting challenged to a duel.

>>44613171
GET THE BUFFS

Welp

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6-ZGAGcJrk

>>44613350
Hey that was 1/100 chance of happening

Not 1/256 Fuck you SMT 4

>>44613382
[clickety clack intensifies]

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>>44613009
>>44613018

You barely have enough time to tell her, “Yes, go ahead. You need the practice,” before you all hear the sound of heavy footsteps abruptly emerge from the next corner. Juding from how there’s dust dropping from the ceiling…and the looming shadow that the emergency lights manage to put out, it’s big.
Like…real fuckin’ big.

It rounds the corner, and you find yourself staring at a mouthful of grinning teeth.

It’s at least a whole foot taller than the tallest person in the room, to the point where it’s hair has perforated the ceiling tiles. Bulging, fibrous muscles are barely contained by the blue clothes it’s wearing, and its skin shines as red as fresh blood.

But what really sticks out for you in particular? The giant cleaver in its hands that’s easily taller than the monster itself by a good two feet.

It doesn’t speak as much as it rumbles, as the grin on its face widens considerably to reveal jutting canines from its lower mouth. “Found you.”

>“…so you still wanna try negotiating?”
>"RUN!"
>Write-in

>>44613454
>“…so you still wanna try negotiating?”
Whatever her answer is
>"RUN!"

Too high level to even be under our control anyways.

>>44613454
>>"RUN!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xk9ECLzGCrA

>>44613454
>>44613483
this

>>44613483
This one

>>44613454
>"RUN!"

>>44609931
Are you the Kaz from Akun by any chance?

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>>44613588

No idea who that is. I'm just using a shortened version of the SMT1 hero's name as an alias.

>>44613647
Quest confirmed for featuring Pascal from Shin Megami Tensei series.

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>>44613483

“…so you still want to try negotiating?” You’re surprised to find that your voice hasn’t cracked from the “OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCKISTHATTHINGMUSCLESDEATHDEATHEVERYWHERE” that’s running through your head. As it is, it comes out as less of a quip and more of a whimper.

Strangely enough, all Fitz does is sigh, even though you can see the hand reaching for her gun quivering slightly. “…I knew I shouldn’t have ticketed that Buddhist monk the other day.”

…

“RUN!” You shout.

All hell breaks loose as the group high-tails it down the hallway as fast as they can. You were expecting another small demon, nothing bigger than Knocker at any rate. What you got instead what something the size of “LOLNOPEGTFO” that’s about to get medieval on your collective asses.

“You’re not getting away!”

You look over your shoulder and come as close as you can to piss yourself in fear without actually doing the deed. The demon’s faster than you give it credit for, and its cleaver screeches against the tile as it’s keen edge races towards you in a cruel arc.

>Roll d100 Dodge.

Clench your buttholes and pray…

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Rolled 17 (1d100)

>>44613776

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>44613776
YHVH is protecting us.

Rolled 94 (1d100)

>>44613776
Chaos

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>44613776

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>>44613839
ONE MORE GOD REJECTED

>>44613839
Thanks Lucy.

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>>44613821
>>44613839
>>44613850
>>44613964
>>44614031

I fucking love you guys

You’re not sure what’s watching over you, but whatever it is seems to be doing a good job. The cleaver doesn’t go right through you as much as it skims the surface of your back. Oh, yeah, it hurts like a bitch, but considering how shallow you felt it go, it’s a tender mercy compared to what could have happened if he got three more inches deeper.

They’d have to get more than one body bag. Judging from how much it hurts from hip to shoulder, you would have had to definitely have a closed casket funeral.

>-4 HP

“Orders, Master!” Pixie hovers right beside you. Her eyes widen at the sight of your back. “You’re hurt! There’s blood all over the place!”

You’re pretty sure that it looks worse than it actually is. It isn’t too deep, and the large amount of blood is just probably from the wide surface area the wound encompasses. That aside, you still are bleeding. And last time you checked, healing magic doesn’t cover blood transfusions.

>”Blast the motherfucker!” (Zio)
>“Ow, ow, motherfucking ow! Heal!” (Dia)

>>44614105
>“Ow, ow, motherfucking ow! Heal!” (Dia)

>>44614105
>>”Blast the motherfucker!” (Zio)
Tis' weak to lightning Arisen!

>>44614105
>>”Blast the motherfucker!” (Zio)
get him in the eyes, then steal that cleaver!

Onis just have a bad time in /tg/, don't they?

>>44614105
>”Blast the motherfucker!” (Zio)
Praying for a shock result

Disappointed it wasn't Matador.

>>44614245
Matador doesn't let you run

>>44614245
>Red Capote
>Have no debuffs
>Can't get away
>Dead.

Fuck him up with lightning

>>44614105
>>“Ow, ow, motherfucking ow! Heal!” (Dia)

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>>44614157
>>44614182
>>44614219

Kill it first, heal later. No point in healing yourself if the demon’s just gonna stick around and do more damage. “Blast the motherfucker!”

“Got it!” Pixie goes through the motions of preparing her spell, and sends the finished product to the demon with a snap of her fingers. “Zio!”

To everyone’s complete and utter surprise, the demon roars in pain as the lightning hits it directly in the chest. It drops the cleaver, and falls to one knee. Its muscles are twitching spasmodically, and the bastard looks like it’s having difficulty breathing.

Pixie seems to be just as surprised as you are. “Well how about that!” she exclaims. “These kinds of demons are weak to lightning magic.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “Weak?”

“When you hit a demon’s weakness,” Knocker shouts from beside MacKay, “They’re staggered for a brief period of time. You can get at least one more attack in while it’s recovering!”

>Roll 1d100 for Shock chance (When attacking a Shocked enemy, damage is doubled)
>Hit him again with Zio? Y/N
>Everyone hit it while it’s down? Y/N

Rolled 6 (1d100)

>>44614497
Y
Y

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>44614497
Y
Y
HERE'S OUR CHANCE FOR AN ALL OUT ATTACK!

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Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>44614497
Y
Y

Rolled 99 (1d100)

>>44614497
>Y
>Y

>>44614497
>Steal the damn cleaver so he loses a lot of his reach.
just run, attack later, somewhere where we can set the battlefield.

Y
Y
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GODS

>>44614519
I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

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>>44614508
>>44614519
>>44614521

That demon is not getting up any time soon. And judging from the way there are lingering traces of Pixie’s spell coursing through its body, it’s in no suitable shape to properly defend itself either.

>The demon is Shocked.

“Hit it again!” You shout to Pixie, who nods and sends another bolt of lightning careening in its direction. “Everybody, hit it while it’s down!”

The part where everyone ran back towards the demon to excise their pound of flesh could have best been described as a mad frenzy. And from the way they laid into its body with their weapons, no one wanted it to get back up. Even the mild-mannered MacKay was going full-Inquisition with the steel pipe you loaned him.

You aim at the demon’s head with your Kobold Club and bring it down as hard as you can.

>Guaranteed hit. Demon is Shocked.
>Roll d10 + 6, multiply result by 2.

Rolled 10 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>44614989

Rolled 2 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>44614989

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Rolled 2 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>44614989
Rolling

>>44615001

Rolled 5 + 6 (1d10 + 6)

>>44614989
I want that cleaver.

32 damage, oh baby!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0R6cY26Y9E

>>44615129
If you didn't spec melee in that game then you were a faggot.

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>>44615001
>>44615011
>>44615043

There isn't as much of a "demon" left as much as there is a lump of bloody flesh by the time all of you are done. To some varying degree, all of you have blood splattered all over your clothing. Fitz doesn’t even bother plugging a bullet in the guy’s skull. You were that hell-bent on making sure it stayed down.

>You are now Level 5!
>The party is now Level 5!
>You may now control demons equal to or less than your current level.

“Thank fuck that’s over,” Brady exhales, collapsing against the wall as she catches her breath. “Let’s not fight another of those wankers ‘til we get out of here. Bloody hell, I could really use a drink right now…”

“Hopefully the next demon we meet will be friendlier!” Victoria pipes up. Her smile oddly contrasts with the blood on her clothes. “We still need more friends if we want to kill that ghoul upstairs.”

The Englishman barks a dry laugh. “Right. Can’t forget about that sodding thing. Oi, MacKay. You alright? It looked like you were ‘bout to pop a blood vessel back there.”

“Oh, I’m quite fine,” MacKay reassures him. “Just couldn’t stand to see Adrian hurt. And truth be told, it’s been a fantasy of my teenage years to fight an actual demon. Although I may have gotten carried away…”

A ripple of weary laughter goes through the group.

There’s still a matter of the demon’s cleaver. You try lifting it with both hands, but it’s incredibly heavy. You can't hold it for even ten seconds before it falls to the floor.

>Your Combat is insufficient to wield this weapon.

“Dibs.” Fitz is quick to grab it as soon as it hits the floor. The officer doesn’t even look winded as she lifts it and tests the weight of the blade. “Oh, this is gonna leave a mark.”

You’re no small amount peeved at the fact that you can’t lift as much as she apparently can.

>Continue searching for more demons.
>Find the Administrative Key.

>>44615778
>>Continue searching for more demons.
Ask Pixie to heal us, we still have that cut.

>>44615778
>Continue searching for more demons.
Damn, I was under the impression that MC was kinda strong

>>44615778
>>Continue searching for more demons.
We can't possibly roll another 1.

>>44615778
>Continue searching for more demons.


>>44615819
med student, not solider.

>>44615819
I guess Fitz is some kind of she-hulk or something

>>44615778
>treat the wounded, clean up what blood we can
we have no idea what demon blood does if you leave it on for extended periods of time, but it's not exactly sanitary either way.

MC learning magic when? We gotta holy dance all the demons

>>44615876
Most SMT Protags don't actually learn magic. Holy Dance from DeSu came from the phone app.

>>44615909
All we gotta do is eat a worm.

>>44615946
Chaos did get us that 94...

>>44615961
YHVH helped us a lot in the previous thread!

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Didn't have enough room for this in the previous post.

>Pixie is now Level 4!
>Pixie learned Rakunda!

>Knocker is now Level 3!

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>>44616015
>Pixie learned Rakunda!
Bueno

>>44616015
>Rakunda
>Oni cleaver
>several other people with clubs
theyz gonna have a bad time

>>44615778
>Ask what that monster was.
I know its a oni, but Adrian doesn't know that.

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>>44615808
>>44615819
>>44615830
>>44615848
>>44615873

"Victoria is right," You say. "We should keep on looking for more demons to negotiate with. But in the mean time..." You turn your attention to Pixie. "Can you patch us up?"

Your demon companion looks a little haggard herself. "Master...gimme one of those headache pills...I think it should replenish my mana..."

"...okay, sure." You pop open one of the headache pills, and split it as small as you can for a Fairy-sized mouth. You pass it to her, and receive a "Thank you" in return.

"Human medicine tastes icky," Pixie says, sticking out her tongue. "But it certainly does the trick. Okay, healing, healing...Dia!"

Multiple flashes of bright light later, and the party is better-off than they were when they were fighting...you never actually got the name of that demon.

"Oni," Knocker says when you ask him. The mention of the name causes Victoria to perk up in surprise. "Demons from the Far East. Bunch of nasty hooligans, they are, always up to no good."

"That was an Oni?" Victoria asks, amazed. At your confused looks, she elaborates further. "Japanese demon." Well, now you know where in Asia she hails from. "It looked more human than I thought it would."

"Demons are closely tied to humans," Knocker responds cryptically. "That has always been a fact since the conception of your race."

Well that was a morbid comment. But at any rate, you need to search for more demons of friendlier a disposition.

>Roll d100 for Encounter.

Rolled 50 (1d100)

>>44616307

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>44616307
Check out my nat 100

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>44616307

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>>44616359
What are the odds...

>>44616359
>tfw I rolled the last 1 too

>>44616359
I had to stop and laugh before I could type

>>44615778
>“Thank fuck that’s over,” Brady exhales, collapsing against the wall as she catches her breath.

Not Elliot confirmed.

>>44616359
We are never going to leave this hospital are we?

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>>44615830 (you)
How I was wrong. >>44616359

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>>44616359

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME

I LEAVE TO GO THE BATHROOM

AND I COME BACK TO THIS

>>44616436
Whoever fucked up with summoning in this hospital is going to get strangled.

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>>44616359

>>44616359
NO BRAKES
O

B
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A
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S

>>44616455
Assuming we live to escape.

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>>44616401

SHIT. TYPO.

YOU DIDN'T SEE THAT.

IT WAS VICTORIA BEFORE I CHANGED IT TO BRADY

I CANNOT INTO PRONOUNS

>>44616436
MATADOR
A
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A
D
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>>44616382

Rolled 2 (1d100)

We can't possibly roll 1 again right?

>>44616628
TEMPTING

F
A
T
E

Rolled 38 (1d100)

>>44616628

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This means this thread has built up a lot of positive dice karma. Time to reset everything back to zero.

Damn. I wake up to two 1's? I shall speak his name twice more!

>>44616877
Amelia really did make a shitty god.

>>44616919
What else would you expect from a shit girl?

>>44616919
The King in Yellow will show whether he favors us today!

>>44616877
>>44616919
That was weird jump. What does Hastur have to do with Amelia?

Rolled 98 (1d100)

>persona only in two weeks
FUCK

>>44617028
You rolled the lucky roll away. You suck.

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>>44616359

“i tHOuGhT i SmElLeD sOmEThIng eLsE wItH ThE dEMoNs…”

Suddenly, all of the emergency lights go out. The only source of light in the room is Victoria’s MAG Light, the beam of which starts to shake violently. Suddenly from the vents, the air within its metal passages begins to hiss. A malignant odor fills the room, even more pungent than the smell that clung to the Pretas downstairs.

Within seconds, you start feeling light-headed. There’s something else mixed within the stench. It isn’t just the scent of rot and decay. It smells too sweet, even sweeter than death.

“tHeY sHOuLd hAvE tOlD mE tHaT tHErE wAs fReSh mEAt DoWn bELow…”

“G-gas!” You manage to shout, as you bring your sleeve to cover your face. “Find something to cover yourself with!”

The party moves frantically, each of them putting a meager covering over their mouths and noses. But even then, you can already hear Brady starting to cough violently even as he staggers to his feet. Likewise, MacKay is paler than he's ever been.

“hAd i KnOWn tHaT tHEy wOUld lEAvE mE hErE wItH yOu, i MiGht hAVe gONe wIlLiNgLy…”

The mist parts to reveal an emaciated figure standing at the far end of the hall, with veins that bulge along its limbs and ribs that protrude from rotting skin. Around a nearly-skeletal finger, a card key twirls around on a little twine cord. The face that stares back at you is filled with nothing but hatred, and an insatiable hunger.

“aH wElL...iT dOeSN't mATtEr aNYwAy. tHaNK yOu FoR tHe mEAl.”

>Write-in

Prepare your anus

>>44617151
Rakunda Rakunda Rakunda.

We don't have his weakness so bring down his defense.

>>44617151
Run away from the gas and prepare to ambush it

>>44617151
Rakunda and flee.

>>44617151
I don't suppose Fr. MacKay has been trained in exorcism, has he?

>>44617151
Rakunda Rakunda Rakunda.

How much HP do we have?

>>44617151
>Rakunda
>Run from the gas
>Roll for anal circumference

>>44617151
>Rakunda
>Run
>I don't suppose Knocker can bring in some fresh earthy scent?

>>44617246

All of you are at full HP.

>>44617309

Even if he did, it's not actually getting rid of the gas itself. All would do is mask the odor.

>>44617450
mind over matter, fake it till you get somewhere that IS clean.

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>>44617199
>>44617212
>>44617216
>>44617241

“Rakunda!”

The ghoul suddenly reels back as Pixie blasts it with a spell you’ve never seen her use before. It’s a purplish vortex that completely envelops its body, dispersing along its limbs and skin. The magic doesn’t seem to have harmed it, but the undead snarls as it recovers back onto its feet.

“Spell that lowers its defenses, Master!” Pixie shouts as she flies back towards you. Despite the energy in her voice, she’s still being affected by the gas. Her flight path is a little more loopy than you would like. “So what’s the plan?”

You take a moment to cough before replying. “…this is the part where I ask Father MacKay if he’s been trained in exorcism.”

The priest affixes you with a stern look at your levity before a coughing fit overcomes him. “Unfortunately, no,” he responds after recovering. “Every diocese has an assigned priest that is trained to carry out exorcisms. I am not that priest.”

“Then we get the hell out of here! Head back towards the stairwell!”

Once again, the party hauls ass and runs as fast as they possibly can. When MacKay tries to get Knocker to use magic, the earth spirit shakes its head. “Won’t do! Ghouls completely block Ice magic.”

You feel a chill presence behind you.

“yOu’Re nOt gETtInG aWAy!”

>Roll d100 to Dodge
>Have Pixie use Rakunda again? Y/N

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>44617627
>Y

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Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>44617627
If Rakunda's stack in this setting
Y

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>44617627
YHVH bless us

Rolled 37 (1d100)

HASTUR!

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>44617627
N
Not until we're about to attack

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>44617627
Y

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>>44617642
>>44617645
>>44617665

You are very, very lucky. This is the second time something has tried to rip your back open, and yet once again, you manage to come away without being any worse for the wear. The ghoul’s claws swipe through empty air, and you continue running down the hallway.

“Hit him again!” You shout to Pixie, who nods and fires off another Rakunda at the undead.

“Adrian!”

You look up to see everyone just right outside of the stairwell. Fitz is standing right by the door, and she has her gun leveled directly at the ghoul. Unfortunately, it also happens to be pointing directly at you. “Hit the fucking deck!”

>Roll d100 to DODGE.

Rolled 56 (1d100)

>>44617836
Surely I won't roll a third 1 tonight

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>44617836

>>44617880

Don't push your luck, anon.

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>44617836

>>44617880
just wait for the encounter roll on the way back to the stairwell

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>44617836
1 1 1

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>>44617880
>>44617887
>>44617908

Well, your luck had to have run out at some point, and what better place for it to dry up than from a frontal attack? And one that wasn’t even intending to hit you?

As you run for the stairwell, the first bullet grazes your neck, but it hits the ghoul in the throat. That one only stings slightly.

It’s the second shot that burns as it enters into your shoulder. The damn thing feels like its burning a hole in your upper body and you want to scream and fall back, and write in pain on the ground. But if you do, you’ll get eaten, so you continue running in spite of it.

The third round catches you in the arm. Luckily for you, it exits, and goes somewhere into the wall. It hurts like a bitch and landing on it when you dive is gonna suck. But the amount of pain lessens, the point where you can easily throw yourself through the open doors as Fitz continues shooting.

You hit the cold tiles like limp noodle. You feel someone, probably Victoria given her calloused hands, drag you across the threshold of the stairwell before you hear Brady and MacKay bar the doors. You blink, and a barrier of ice covering the door suddenly appears in front of you. That’s probably Knocker’s work.

Everything is a bit out of whack for you. You’re not sure which one is shouting at Fitz. You can see Pixie worriedly hovering around the group as Victoria starts tearing open a first aid kid.

Oh my God. You just realize that you’ve been shot.

You’ve read about this. The first thing your body does is go into shock. All of the adrenaline and dopamine running through your blood system is surprising the pain. Soon, you won’t be able to see. And if you don’t get out of it soon, you’re gonna die.

>Write-in

>>44618282
"Kid, do what you can for me. Eat as many headache pills you need."

>>44618282
Lay supine and prop our legs up about 6 inches high to maintain perfusion. Keep warm. Tell the others to put pressure on our wounds. Have Pixie heal the neck and arm but not the shoulder, we gotta get that bullet out later.

>>44618282

Goddammit. That's supposed to be "writhe in pain on the ground.

>Advise them on what to do.

>>44618282
>Advise them on what to do.
keep the body parts that need elevation elevated
stop the bleeding, neck's probably the worst
Heal everything except the shoulder, that one can wait

If we die on the third thread due to a human shooting us I'd laugh hard.

>>44618358
>>44618282
This.

>>44618453
Don't worry the boatman will send us back after taking our money.

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>>44618358
>>44618333
>>44618403
>>44618435

It was like that one trip you had after that acceptance party into medical school. You’re only dimly aware of what’s going on as the chemicals in your body start to fuck with you.This time, you’re only slightly more lucid, but that’s enough of a barrier between life and death.

You start mumbling some instructions to the rest of them as you fish out headache pills out of your pocket with your good hand. You go through the steps. Prop your legs out up about six inches high to maintain perfusion as you lay supine. Keep warm, and put pressure on the shoulder wound.

Pixie is only capable of healing broken bones and closing open wounds. You’re not sure what the limitation is when it comes to dealing with foreign objects stuck in your body, but it’s better to be safe than sorry, and trust human medicine over magic this time around.

At any rate, your neck and arm wounds are healed relatively quickly, again with a bright flash of light and a faded set of scars as a memento. You dry swallow two painkillers (Brady was right, it was awful) to deal with the throbbing in your shoulder. Those should kick in relatively quickly.

But you’re definitely feeling a little more lucid as you help Victoria disinfect and bandage your shoulder. You’re even able to remember the complex chemical breakdown for the bottle of hydrogen peroxide that she’s using to swab the area with.

You test your left shoulder and wince as a large amount of pain surges through your arm. Even with the steroids eventually about to kick in, you know it’ll still ache like the dickens with the bullet still lodged in there. MacKay holds your arm still as the group fashions a makeshift splint to keep your arm in place.

You can see Fitz standing aside from the group. She’s casting glances in your direction, but every time it looks like she wants to say something, she turns the other way with an unreadable expression on her face.

>Write-in

>>44618922
"A little quick to the trigger there ace?"
But give a wry smile, it was a fucked up situation

>>44618922
I'll be all right. You got him a couple times right?

>>44618922
Could be worse you could have missed the ghoul entirely.

>>44618922
I'll have to practice my bullet dodging skills I guess

>>44618922
As long as the ghoul stays down. You DID kill it....right? You didn't? Fuck me, I think I'll sit this one out.

Rolled 57 (1d100)

Ready for encounter nat 1 part 3?

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>>44618949
>>44618950
>>44618973
>>44618991

You manage to force a dry smile onto your face as you speak to Fitz. “You’re a little bit quick to the trigger there, Ace, but I’ll be alright,” you manage to cough out. “Trust me, I’m a doc…well, almost a doctor. I’m to take the exam next year. Still, it could be worse. You could have missed the ghoul entirely.”

The look on her face bypasses confusion and heads straight to fury. “You’ve got a fucking bullet in your shoulder you’re still making jokes?!” She stomps right over to you, pushing past Brady and MacKay, and grabs your shirt collar. “I’m halfway tempted to empty the rest of the fucking clip into your mouth if it’ll get that stupid smile off your face!”

...okay, so maybe making light of your situation wasn’t the best solution.

You’re no expert when it comes to handling women (outside of their anatomy, which you’ve studied both in the classroom and in your dorm), but it’s more than obvious that Fitz is feeling very upset. Her eyebrows are drawn together in a tight V and there’s a manic look in her eyes as she snarls at your levity.

>This is a decision that may influence how this character interacts with you for the foreseeable future.
>Choose your next words with exceptional care.

>Write-in.

>>44619258
Serious the fuck up
"I need you to focus Fitz. I can't fight anymore and we are still in this fucking hospital. You want to make up for nearly blowing me away? Help me get all of us out of here alive. Now what's the situation? Where's the Ghoul?"

>>44619258
Then go kill it. You're the one with the gun. Honestly, I'm surprised you haven't taken charge yet, as the police officer. We can worry about gun safety AFTER I'm not at risk from death by gas.

>>44619258
"If you got something to say, then say it Fitz."

And yeah >>44619327 this. We really need to get out of here.

>>44619327
that's a little bit too tough guy after joking around

>>44619502
Well we were forcing that smile and levity. It wouldn't be hard to drop the act and start acting how we really feel.

Tired, in pain, and a little pissed off.

>>44619525
>start acting how we really feel.
> You want to make up for nearly blowing me away?
nobody really means that. The other person would have to be apologizing in an entirely unproductive way. the tough guy is just as much an act as the joker.

>>44619602
Then hell scratch that part. I just want to get out of the hospital.

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>>44619327
>>44619386

Underneath all of the anger and aggression she’s displaying towards you, you can see that Fitz feels terrible for nearly taking your life. Perhaps being a bit more straightforward is the better balm in this situation.

You completely wipe the smile of your face and give her the most serious look you can muster. “If you’ve got something to say, then just say it, Fitz. I’m lucid and I’m more than willing to listen to the woman who put a bullet in my shoulder.”

She gives you a look before making a noise between a sigh and a growl. She lets you go, and you feel your upper body hit the floor with an audible THUD. “Fuck…” she mutters, and you can hear her whisper some words to herself in a sotto voice.

>Roll d100 Perception.

She then turns back to you and says, “You know, I would’ve been fine if you were mad at me. I’ve been shot myself. I know how much it hurts. I didn’t know how else to respond when you smiled and cracked a fuckin’ joke. Thought you were…mocking me or some shit like that.”

Fitz sighs and runs a hand through her hair. “Fuckin’ hell. Looks like my luck just keeps goin’ down the shitter…”

“You want to set things right between us?” You ask her bluntly. “Help me help us get out of this godforsaken place – no offense, Father – alive and in once piece. What’s the situation? Where’s the Ghoul?”

Victoria decides that this is the moment to interject. “Behind the door. Knocker-san used up all of his magic to seal it with enough ice so the Ghoul wouldn’t get through.”

“Hang on a moment,” Brady says. “You said that was gas, right, Adrian? Then why the hell didn’t we all blow up when Fitz plugged the wanker?”

…you know, he’s got a damn good point. Which Knocker then takes care of: “It’s a poisonous gas that the ghoul secrets from its pores. Magical in nature, and very insidious. Not flammable in any way shape or form.”

>What should you do from here?

>>44619725
Well he has the keycard, so we have to kill it. Give Knocker a headache pill. Have him make the floor close to the frozen barrier nice and slick.

Then let the barrier fall, let the Ghoul charge, hopefully he slips, and we wail on him/shoot him.

>>44619725
>Freeze legs
>Shoot center mass
>Shock head once
>Rakunda
>you guys can beat it up, I'll just lie down here

>>44619812

tfw Ghoul is immune to Ice and Freeze.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>44619725
First of all we should recover ourselves

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>44619725
>be american
>get shot by police

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>44619725

>>44619837
then do >>44619782
after the initial ranged attacks

>>44619861
The amount of critfails in this one thread on fucking d100s no less.

At least we just don't hear whatever she said instead of fucking Matador attacking.

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>>44619861
What are the fucking odds?

>>44619861
We can blame our sudden shitty hearing on getting shot multiple times.

>>44619861
JUST

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>>44619861

I swear to God, if this is the same anon

>>44619940
Its not...but I facepalmed pretty hard when I rolled that.

The nat 1 was the third roll three times. Fucking confirmed.

On the bright side it's impossible to roll a nat 1 again for sure!

>>44619992
Trust me, we'll prove you wrong somehow.

>>44619992
Don't you fucking jinx it.

>>44620004
Don't be so negative anon! What could possibly go wrong with saying that?

>>44620043
Moloch,pls. Stop saying 'What colud possibly go wrong!'

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>>44619782
>>44619840
>>44619851
>>44619861
>>44619870

Last one before I call it a night.

You were unable to hear what Fitz had to say under her breath. Maybe it was because of the sudden rush of blood to your head, or the ringing in your ears. Regardless of the cause, you can’t hear anything quieter than someone muttering next to you.

You toss a headache pill to Knocker. “Eat it. You’re gonna need it for what I’ve got planned in store for our undead friend beyond the door.”

The demon looks perplexed before he shrugs and pops it into his mouth. “Bleargh. How can you humans eat this nasty yickum?”

“Only when we need to,” Brady mutters. “I’ve still got the aftertaste of those painkillers in the back of my throat. I hate pills.”

MacKay interjects, “So what’s this plan that you have in store for the Ghoul?”

You quickly explain the plan to the rest of the party.

“That sounds something from out of the ‘Dukes of Hazzard’,” Fitz interjects. “But it beats sittin’ around with our thumbs up our asses. Might as well do it.”

“Agreed!” Victoria exclaims. “Not doing anything is worse than doing something wrong. Wait, no. That wasn’t how the quote went…”

In any event, the group seems to have accepted your ramshackle plan to finally put the Ghoul back into the grave. After healing up, you all stand ready at the door, with your various weapons drawn and at the ready. Knocker has completely iced the floor leading up to the wall, leaving some space for you all to maneuver safely.

>Pixie will cast Zio/Rakunda when you break the ice.
>Break the ice now? Y/N


This was certainly a fun session tonight guys. Hopefully I'll see you tomorrow.

>>44620287
Y
Thanks for the run.

SMT Quests from 7am to Midnight. Shits great.

>>44620287
>>Break the ice now? Y

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>>44620287
Thanks for running, Kaz.

Sweet Amelia, those 1s

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>>44620314
>>44620409

No problem. Yeah, it looks like today was a pretty wild ride. All we can do is pray that we'll have better luck in the future.