Crush Bandages against the side of the tunnel.
((Full robot, don't feel pain.))
In this case, you do. Though ribs should be Costal support structures.
You hold your side with one hand and swat the air with the other, swinging toward Bandages. He slams into the wall with a wet crush and slides down, leaving blood and skin on the rough brick. He's back up on one knee almost instantly, left arm broken but right still pointing the rifle at you. He fires again.
You dodge to the side and end up rolling off into the water. You hit the surface and find it to be jelly-like in consistency, supporting your weight in a bouncy sorta fashion. You bob there for a second before it swells up under you and punts you down the length of the tunnel. You clang off the ceiling in a shower of sparks and slide down across the wall and smash through a section of the wooden platform on your way to the ground. Your side is throbbing and, in the dark under the remains of the pathway, you can see little green lights, like pinprick fireflies, digging through your metallic flesh in slow, semi-random paths.
"What the heck?"
Get ready to shoot stuff.
You point your rifle at the man who fell through the ceiling and he gives you a tired, dismissive glance before looking back up at the ceiling. You notice he's missing his legs.
"Oh well time to be productive"
see if I can play any games on the inside of my helmet, that or watch a movie
You play a game of tetris, guiding the pieces with a little chin switch.
"No, stop giving me "T" sections! I just need a straight block! NO NOT A FUCKING L!"
Run around until I think I can contact Steve.
"Shock Faith. Shock Faith NOW, she's been possessed by some kind of alien fuckery!"
If Faith shows up shoot with shotgun.
>I am. In fact, according her brainwave functions,"You girls call that breaking my legs off?!"
Drag myself over to my robot half-legs, and repair (Handiwork) them back on.
she's unconscious. [/color]
You drag yourself over to your legs and spend a good 30 seconds just sort of trying to shove them back into place via pure force. It doesn't work.
"Hey man, sorry I stepped out for a sec. So, what'd I miss? Why are we on the kitchen floor?"
"because we've lost our legs."
"Oh, sick, how'd that happen?"
"Faith smashed them with her magic club."
"Bitches be crazy. Why'd she do that, though? Was it sexual harassment?"
"Nah, I think she's possessed."
"Well you better unposses her soon then, up and at em'."
"For the love of the pantheon, don't touch her! Keep gooping her!"
Use mass amp to keep Fiath's body from moving. at all. keep her arms and legs and the club in compelete lockdown. Use the dynamic bonus for exo as we discussed in the OOC thread. Should the possessor-banshee-lady reemerge, release faith and use mass amp to tear the possessor into little fucking pieces
Put my faith in the goop and goop all the Faith. With all the goop. If there's any chance of a last-ditch adrenalin burst magically giving me plusses, go berserk.
Ytta screams incoherently and just keeps pumping goop onto Faith (Hey-o), completely covering her in a dense, expanding mass.
A floor below a mildly annoyed Pancaek lifts himself up into a sitting position and raises his hands above his head, his real hands mimicking the actions of his mental manipulation. The ball of goop that covers Faith, along with lose chunks of the floor, a swirling cloud of dust and random debris, leaps into the air and hovers there. Pancaek brings his hands together and squeezes,as though trying to work a ball of clay into a sphere. The ball of goop responds, crushing down into a smooth sphere, with Faith somewhere at its center.
"If You've all got plans, now is the time to spring into action. I can't hold her like this forever!" He shouts, feeling, in some abstract way, that she's struggling inside the tomb of foam.
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