In the Red Tower of Power...Niklas feels quite capable of getting somebody to help him. He is, after all, notoriously lovable.
His first attempt to go up to someone is interrupted by his complete inability to walk, given how he is still trapped in a block of stone shards his new mistress had been too lazy to peel off. Nevertheless, he perseveres, shouting for someone nearby to come closer, since he is highly unlikely to bite in his current state.
Sadly, though, people seem intent on avoiding him for some reason. Maybe being a shouting rock isn't a desirable quality people look for in new friends these days.
In the streets of Mothdale...Sigmund, struck by a sudden sense of imminent doom, decides to run from the goofy slime that appears to want him dead. Or, to be exact, roll away in a speedy fashion.
[Sigmund's escape roll: 2-1]
[Cloud Jelly's pursuit roll: 4-
1]
Sigmund tries to roll away, but the jelly proves faster, slinking toward him in a dreadfully slow, yet nonetheless dreadful and inescapable fashion.
[Cloud Jelly vs. Sigmund: 1 vs. 1-1]
The jelly puts one of its edges on Sigmund, which makes Sigmund's flesh tingle for reasons that Sigmund dares not guess. And what's more, Art seems to have decided to go the other way, presumably having decided that a battle between a giant worm and a slime is something he had best not witness.
Elsewhere, a battle of a different nature ensues as
Mark tries to dance his adversary into submission.
[Danceoff: Mark vs. McStrange: 5-1 vs. 2]
And though the strange dolphin has the advantage of knowing what the beat is, it simply does not have the grace, style and panache of a proper dance duelist, and once Mark has studied its movements sufficiently, it proves very easy to beat indeed, as Mark, unlike his opponent, has had time to truly warm up first. As the strange dolphin shrinks back, knowing that it and all its brethren have been defeated as soundly as asthmatic children in a 100 meter sprint, shrieks in a manner most horrid and lunges at Mark.
[McStrange vs. Mark: 2+
1+
1+
1 vs. 4+2+
1]
Mark, however, simply steps aside as the dolphin flies past him. They appear to be sore losers, hm. Just as he considers his best method of dealing with such insufferable behavior, he notices another dolphin, one with a very prominent beak, rocketing at him from its previous position in a way that makes him seriously consider scavenging its tail muscles after he's done with these creatures.
[Beakley vs. Mark: 3+
1+
1+
3 vs. 4+3]
This one is much more difficult to dodge, but Mark somehow manages to duck in a timely enough fashion, dropping to the ground, then getting back up like it wasn't no thing. His eyes rest on the third dolphin, who seems to be baring its teeth and making screechy noises. After a moment of this, it also tries to leap at Mark, but its mighty lunge proves insufficient to reach him, and it has to content itself with a standing attack instead.
[Screechy vs. Mark: 6+
1+
1 vs. 1+3]
But this does not seem to bother it too much, as it merely locks its jaws around Mark's right leg, then rips it right off, ball joint and everything, with its preternatural anger-assisted dolphin strength, which is something Mark most certainly did not expect. Mark notices a very satisfied gleam in its eyes as the dolphin begins to swing the leg around menacingly, apparently intent on harming Mark with it further.
On the Second Shank...Morton perhaps unwisely decides to use his listening abilities to go and check what that bumping sound was - given that this strait led into the Sea of Death, he would say that it can't have been anything good. So he shuffles up the stairs and out onto the deck, taking his tea supplies along in case of trouble.
Looking over the side of the ship, he quickly notices what appears to be a some kind of strange, organic mound placed next to the ship - swimming around it appear to be walruses. For some reason, he gets a bad feeling - he isn't sure why. Walruses aren't known to be ominous portents or anything, at least not usually.
In the engineers' quarter of the City of the Dead...Darren tries to convince the kids that there is nothing to be afraid of from the weird pet store lady aside from her being weird.
"She's not dangerous to you, whether you're ghosts or citizens, unless you make her angry. She's actually a very nice lady, when she's feeling okay.""That actually applies to most ghosts around here. Question is, how often is she feeling okay and how easy is it to anger her?""Indeed.""Yeah, is she one of those moody ghosts?""Moody ghosts are real dangerous, my mom says!"In a dark basement...Scott goes closer to examine the glowy center - he concludes that it looks very glowy indeed. It's difficult to see much of it, given how it is mostly obscured by the box. It does look pretty mystical from here, though. Wonder what it might be? And why is its light flickering so softly and almost imperceptibly?
It's a mystery currently, he supposes.
In a guest receiving area of Lizzie's mistress...Kevin doesn't need much convincing to take part in Lizzie's experiment - after all, she's trustworthy, right?
~Alright then, let's do it.~~Okay, here goes.~Suddenly, Kevin is overwhelmed by a very painful sensation spreading through his body, followed by a very pronounced sense of loss as his soul is ripped out of his body, flowing into Lizzie. The next minute or so is... unclear. Visions play back in her mind. He remembers the subjects - there would be some crossing over of bits, as the separation could not be enforced completely afterwards. She feels very confused by the sudden duality of his past experience. And staring at his prone body on the ground, its soul so forcefully removed, was a bit disquieting as well - she had miscalculated a bit. That's what happens when you practice with fortified servants, obviously, he thinks disdainfully.
She should try to separate them soon, though. Otherwise there might be more mixing than he desires, as interesting and new as the current state may be. If this works out without issue, it would be interesting to repeat. Perhaps the physiological losses that undeath entailed were highly desirable indeed if they paved the way to something like this. The emptiness of lovers' rhetoric about unity is more apparent than ever now.
What's happening to her? Why is his body over there? This was supposed to not be dangerous, man! It looks pretty dangerous from here! He looks pretty dead! Hm... it
is probably more dangerous when the soul manipulator is also the subject, she guesses. But that was an unnecessary detail to mention at the time. Luckily, he seems to have retained most of the control in the current interplay of souls, even with the happening diffusion. Question was how much time she had to bask, really. The longer he waited, the more diffusion would happen.
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