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Valentine highlights me.
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Calm the chaos. Protect Tin girl. I stand, fending off the hook woman as best I can. The glint from one of the old alarms on the bike catches my eye. Hachiko's right? Hers still works,.I slam the button for the piercing alarm
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 2. Total: 8) 2xp
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They strike my heart, those eyes. Not evil people, but people led to evil ends like untold others. And now not even that, but people defending the only home they know, their family and friends And sick too, dying from the red yet clinging to miserab…
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Helping Dog (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 4)
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As soon as we're in, I account for all the Arrows with us and Valentine too. 'TIs true I've not often served as a fighter for the Arrows, but now I must carry my weight and not simply crouch at the back. I clench my jaw, ignoring the sting in my le…
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As soon as it can be squeezed through, I punch the accelerator on the bike to thread the opening into the ship.
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I feel August shifting her weight, realize she’s leaping aboard after Seatac. Her damaged hand flashes before me as I look at the swells of the bloody sea and try to keep the bike steady as can be while my heart is shaken. The are words on the wi…
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I want him to retreat from the fight. (Rolled: 2d6. Rolls: 6, 4. Total: 10)
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For long-seeming moments I do not know what to do. Surely Seatac would be capable, and we need the ramp open to take the ship. I was the one arguing for capture, but I see no option with these man. Finally I wave to the others, then draw my pistol a…
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I make sure the arrows are as well protected as I can make them and I look them over knowing it is too much to hope that we won’t lose anyone. I accept what I need to protect my legs, one of the ill fitting suits, but that is all. I ready the bik…
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Let's do one and three.
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 5, 4. Total: 11) +1 xp
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I walk stiffly through the carnage of the discarded scrap of humanity, jaw set, thought narrowed only to what we need even as I feel the the thin, slightly soft cylinders through their wrapping. searching for what will help us in our grim endeavor.
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Dog knows me better.
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A genuine full smile to see August alive. For the moment, little else matters. “Beautiful?” I close the distance between us, ignoring the sting of my legs and her odd hesitation, and pull her into a tight embrace. “It is nothing.” I say into her …
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Like the other Arrows I watch the car with trepidation until I recognize Seatac with relief, then I’m calling out that it is he and Laika calls off the rest, and I start toward him, walking stiffly with the fresh burns on my legs. I do not know what…
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The world is engulfed in the tremendous noise, the force knocks us to the ground and my breath flees from me on impact, terror taking its place. It’s the weapon that hit HM’s boat. I pull myself up and over to Zeus, helping her up. “Can you ride?…
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“It was somewhat foolish.” I say, with a small rueful smile, meeting eyes layered with knowing. “In truth, I do not think I ever really left. Not in my heart. That has become clear enough, though the truth of it stole upon me like a curious thief wh…
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For moments I am afraid I am going to have to go against my word and dose her, but the bullet is near the surface and I am able to treat her with a bare minimum of my supplies. She will be in awful pain for a few days, and we shall have to be carefu…
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I'll recover the stock spent.
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 6, 1. Total: 8)
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“As you wish.” I agree, moving in and pushing things aside. I hiss in disapproval at the wound. ’Tis worse than she thinks. Or maybe ’tis not. I'm sure she would rather go out from a battle wound than in any other way. “There is nothing for my le…
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I’m doing my best to walk as normally as I can. “Hush, old woman, and let me see for myself. If you’re wrong then we lose half the common sense in the world, a most rare and precious commodity. I am not perpared to tolerate that.” I smirk. I’m …
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Seeing it, I feel remorse for Watauga. The poor man didn't ask to be fooled this way. Odds are people he knows and perhaps loves have been hurt. I suppose we could have been more direct, asked him to ally with us and help us get August back. It …
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I shake my head. "I have not, but Zeus is hit, I cannot tell how badly. I need to look at her." I respond. I suddenly wonder at what has happened with Watauga once he realized we were attacking both other crews rather indiscriminately. Immediately…
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rolling to help Dog (Rolled: 2d6-1. Rolls: 6, 6. Total: 11)
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I am clinging to Dog and still looking for something that tells me August is here somewhere.
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I blink, flinching my face aside as the blood sprays. I still feel it on my cheek. The machete didn't quite take the hand completely off, but I would be surprised if he's able to use it again... assuming he does not bleed to death first.
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I feel as well as hear Dog's war cry, my own mingled excitement and terror rising. The stinging pain in my legs is still present but diminished in the moment. I tighten my grip much more secure, more right, than I was riding Sounder's bike. I have…