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Flush, your weight shifts and you bang knocked on your ass. Rudder's gleefully on top of you. "Da 'dren'line makes it taste good," you hear him whisper soft, like a lover. Nearby, you hear scuffling and more gunshots and the sawn-off's loud repeat.
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[Harm move. Roll+2-harm.] (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 2. Total: 9)
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You one-track minx, you. Show us a Seduce roll.
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Weee-lllllll, kinda not really, Flush. Little Rudder gets your heel, alright. But he's clinging on to you now, giggling all breathy, he's heavy and your balance is all off. You feel the sweet sting of those knives in your calf. [OOC: Take 2-harm. R…
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Weee-lllllll, sort of, Flush. You do manage to get a bullet in one of 'em, Soupy, but not before they notice. He catches it, you hear the squortch, and he squeals like a fourteen-week rusty hatch and thwunks half into the fire, knocking shit about …
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Go Aggro on these cannibalistic mofos, Flush.
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Phoenix instinctively puts an arm around your bare shoulders. The rough printed fabric slides across your smooth skin. He hand is warm on your bicep, and your flattery eases his troubled mind. The words come slow. "It was... unnatural, Jackal. You'…
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Funny you should say that, tear themselves apart. The skinniest one has, fast as a scalded ape, whipped out a bigass machete and lopped a couple centimeters off the skull of the biggest one, shoving him back with a boot. Big guy goes to his knees, …
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Jackal, Phoenix is still looking at your nearly-nude body, but something's changed behind his eyes that is hard to define for you. He takes a sip of his drink, hesitates, then passes the cup to you. "Hot mulled cider, using Riga's apples. I add a li…
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Flush, this part of the ship has definitely seen stowaway action. On your path to the emergency medical stores, you both pass through a battered section of internal wall, conduits and wiring dripping like sullenly sparking wet noodles, wide enough f…
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Flush, it sure looks like this part of the ship is seeing more action that it was last time you passed through. Do you want to press on to the med stores, or pull out and only go home with a toolbox? I think it's acting under fire if you want to get…
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Nbeke, we're going to end scene there. I'll pick up with you in a bit. Gotta handle something else first.
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Nbeke, Jupiter don't look happy about carting around a dead wirehead, but he's gunna do it. Someone comes up with a couple of big ol' kinda clear plastic tarps and helps him make a couple of body burritos. They cart off the wireheads, but leave the …
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Phoenix - file reference - lRDFO3itzN ----------------------- [DATA REDACTED] set offspring=-1; {reference h5qykDvbyX; STATUS LOCKED - RECYCLED} phoenix.mother.location == {missing} // inv. revolters? SELECT phoneix.junction…
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Nbeke, you're a piece of work. Your booted kick definitely leaves a dent in Meteor's left side that shouldn't be there, you hear a muted couple of wet crunchy sounds. By the third stomp, there's blood at the man's crotch, seeping onto the floor and …
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I look over the "patch" of Celesta, Ksenia's old friend. That is her "self," but what are the edges" like? I try a focused connection to Cora. // can we excise celesta safely // Words can be so limiting!
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Jackal, your brain is open. What's that like for you? How do you learn from it? Is it different for synthetics? Can anyone tell when you do it?
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Jackal, your thong doesn't make it much past your knees before Phoenix has worked his own pants down just below his ass and he grabs your legs, pushing them up and apart, spreading you wide. "Yessssssss," he whispers, forgetting his glib tongue. You…
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Nbeke, Pisces' breath is ragged and irregular, probably only the wires still making things move. You stomp his face but good anyway. It's for sure caved in thanks to your steel-toed boots. His own boots are twitching some. Meteor's eyes roll absent…
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I'm about to object, but then it floats up: I know it's so. I think of the Dauntless and my rescue of the alien core, and how it has changed into a her. I want to twist into Ksenia, I want to dive into the raft. But the stars! The same-ness! Would o…
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"Fire? He mumbles into your neck, one hand busy at your dress's hemline. He flips it up so you are pressed even closer to his warm hardness. "You are the one with flame inside." Do you usually wear anything under that dress, Jackal? Phoenix lowers …
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Nbeke, the flashbang is loud like God's own lightning-ridden farts. Your two squads hut-hut double time storm into the core, Ringside's team covering and slamming into one asex wirehead, Meteor, you hear the wet scraschkkk of breaking armbone as the…
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I'm momentarily overwhelmed by the mind/emotions/thoughts of my Ksenia, this mind-sharing is so intimate. I can see the appeal, and why drugs like TruLuv (and more) exist. Would we all truly be happier in a psi-commune? An actual post-scarcity socie…
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Umbra Hannsen steps closer to you when she watches you fiddle with the box. "Hold this," she says, handing you the penlight. Assuming you do, she'll finagle a couple of zip-strips to rig around your belt. Her hands are quick and sure about your wais…
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"Then let me give you the strength you need," he says, full of teasing promise. Speaking of nonverbal cues for amorous interest, Phoenix drifts your hand and the glass down to a table so it doesn't spill all over his handwoven carpet at the same ti…
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Nbeke, looks like you're Going Aggro here. Wanna roll?
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Jackal, it sounds like you're trying to read Phoenix, here. Are you? You see that Phoenix isn't paying much attention to his wares. He is focused on you. He tries to put a small plastic squirt bottle on a shelf a few times before his hand finds the…
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Flush, Umbra Hannsen sees your seriousness and her quip dies on her lips. She hands you back the breathing mask, clearly wanting to keep her own hands free. As she stands, wiping dust from her hands, she's looking at Jart. "Feels wrong to... just le…
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Nbeke, Ringside fingers a grenade and looks off into the distance at something only he sees. Then he pulls out a flashbang and signals quiet / follow to the squad. They head around portside to the core rear access while your group waits here. T̑̌̂h…
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// ksenia / all we know is she says it's true for her // I feel cold. // celesta / what of the others / how did this happen / your bodies are still alive on the vessel above // How can it be paradise to never leave a single place?