Lancelot - Helgen
Lancelot could only shrug after it turned out that the simulation wouldn't let him bash Alduin's skull in from the get go.
"Worth a shot."
He ignored the dragon girl on the ground rolling with laugh and turned to walk back over to Priscilla's side.
"Bad news master, the villain wasn't lying after all. Apparently she really is immortal according to this world's rules."
Amuro - Bloodskaw Barrow
Amuro didn't really have a chance to react before everything went pear shaped again. Still at this point he was used to it and decided to just stick to the back of the group. It was a good thing he no longer had normal ears otherwise the sound of the gunshot in such a confined area would probably have given him Tinnitus.
"the one year war felt less chaotic than this."
was the only thing he could really say to himself as he tried to brace for another fight.
"Man, that sucks." Wincing rather noticeably at the fact that Foxtrot was literally made to be a living meat shield as well as instrument of murder by some hoity-poity terrorist jackasses, the martial artist felt a combination of both sorrow towards the poor soldier's upbringing as well as anger towards the people that played around with life in such a manner, Ranma clenched her hand from the swelling of frustration that flowed forth.
"...Wait, doesn't that mean we simply need to make something to jam out those stupid psychic signals they send to ensure that you don't go crazy then?" In a rare moment of genius (she was pretty used to brainwashing and mind control techniques given her romp through the weirder parts of Asia as it were), Ranma asked with barely repressed excitement given she could possibly help out the poor guy.
"We got a machine that can make stuff like that right next to the healing egg so rest up and then we can try our hand at making something like that when you're done, okay? It's kinda sucky to be damaged like that when you can be in tip top shape so hurry up and get better." Shooing the lab-grown killer with the sort of fuss a big sister or a mother would do (and denying any sort of resemblance if asked), the martial artist was now filled with expectations.
Edited by Makaioh on Nov 7th 2018 at 11:50:38 AM
Glory to Arachnos
Foxtrot interest was peaqued, apparently they had something that could help remove the remaining signals that would bring him back to his "normal" state, it seems.
"It could be possible. If this device does work, it would remove the signals installed by Armacham on every Replica Soldier that makes it necesarry for us to be active through a psychic...and to not let a psychic take over my mind."
Point Man listened to Tira as she explained her story since it appeared they had the same thing happen to them. Used as tools, abused from a age that they in no way should be, and seen more as weapons than people. She seemed a far bit too murder happy..but at the same time, he could understand her, considering in no way a person could end up with a sane mind after being shaped in such a cruel way. Since he realized who he was, he still remembered the harsh and brutal training he was given due to Project Origin after he failed as a psychic commander.
...Mother didn't got even the chance to hold him when he was born.
Point Man nodded to Tira as she then finished explaining why she told to her her story. "I see. Your story is safe with me. I will take your advice and see what I can think of, considering right now Im no longer in the sight of Armacham."
He had ideas of what he could do away from...just obeying. He had wild ideas of maybe...living life with Jin, but...her death destroyed any thoughts of that . But maybe, just maybe Armacham could be brought to justice and he could be free of their influence...but what he would do, he would need to decided.
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Lizard Metabolism
Cell, Egg Zone, Van
Now that was a story of epic proportions. Cell, not being the type of guy to let himself be easily overshadowed, merely snorted. "Well, if you do we'll just have to punch your ass out of your body." He said with a dismissive shrug, as if the thing he just said wasn't completely inane. "Do the rogue Replicas have some designation, patch on a uniform, something like that?"
Ranma suggested slapping some tech on Foxtrot. "I'd offer ki training, but I'm guessing you ain't much of a martial artist." Cell nodded in agreement. "A technology to jam the signal's worth the shot."
Maria, Bloodskal Barrow
"Careful there." She called to Alicia. The last thing they needed was for the cultist to whip around and strike the good sergeant by accident. "If he's still breathing, make sure he's incapacitated. We'll question him some."
How do lizards fly?
She pulled out the missive from their enemy Sam Guinevere again, and roughly unfurled it in front of herself. "You have taught me well enough about pranks now, Reindeer. If you would pay attention to our mission, there's a noble in a place named Understone Keep. Where that—"
Up in the mountainside, Santa noticed a large entranced carved into it, lit by braziers and being just about the highest point in all of Markarth proper.
"...Nevermind. Not many other places it could be. Come now, Reindeer."
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That's great! Tira said, back to smiling. But don't forget, you're gonna have to deal with these "Armacham" people when you get back. I can tell you from experience, they won't be happy when you tell them you don't wanna work for em. You're probably going to have to kill everyone they send after you until they get the message. You may even need to find their base and kill everyone in a big old killing spree! I can help you with that, if you want. I'm a little better at not killing everyone I see these days, but that doesn't mean I still don't enjoy killing people! And I'm really good at it, too!
Edited by Meanken on Nov 8th 2018 at 5:36:35 AM
Priscilla, Helgen
Priscilla didn't seemed too phased by this turn of events.
"Well, that confirms that you are not some kind of impersonator," she said nonchalantly. "These video games frankly vex me beyond conpare, but I will assume that such a drastic change as turning the primary villain into a human may have disastrous consequences. Where then should we begin when it comes to restoring things to the way they once were, oh powerful dragon?"
She said that last bit with a bit of a deadpan affect to it.
Edited by HilarityEnsues on Nov 8th 2018 at 6:17:19 AM
Prime Meridia - Haafingar
"Thank you sister, I will!" the Argonian bowed again after accepting the blade. Then turned to leave.Like the others, he ran in place for a few seconds and then disappeared.
"WELL DONE!" Meridia's voice boomed once more. "You're on your way to restoring the temple. That is enough manpower to keep things minimally maintained. Now you should focus on increasing the travel to my temple. After how you handled yourself, I think the fortress would be the quickest goal to achieve. Though the city of Solitude is nearby...."
Helgen - Dragonquest
"AHAHAHAHA! Finally!" Alduin finally stopped Rolling On Floor Laughing Ass Off and hopped up, flapping her wings to hover half a yard off of the ground."See! I'm invincible, and the only way you idiots can ever even try to fight me is by completing the main quest - which only happens if you undo this stupid curse thing first! I mean, you won't even be able to start the main quest until I'm a dragon again so that I can fly around in those cutscenes! People don't automatically run form me in terror, or even treat me like the Eater of Worlds, so how am I supposed to terrorize the country looking like... this!"
"You speak madness! We will stop you, that is our Dragon Way!" Paarthurnax said. Then she pumped one of her arms, placing a hand on her bicep. "YOSH!"
She shook her head in confusion.
"By Akatosh, what on Nirn is...-"
"Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, but the longer you stay in this form, the more your emotions turn... animated," Alduin explained. "It's easy to resist at first, but then once your resolve is weakened enough, you start giving in to... the urges."
"Oblivion...." Paarthurnax cursed.
"Exactly. Otherwise... ugh!" Alduin shook her head.
"I know exactly where you joor can start. You can start by kissing my feet, ehehehe!" Alduin teased, hovering closer to the party, her anime feet dangling tauntingly in front of them. "Come on now, you want to help your friend Paarthurnax get her body back, don't you? So just pucker up then, kiss my feet first so I know we're all friends."
She winked at the Alternates.
"Oh also, I don't have the faintest clue about where to start!" she added cheerfully. "Guess we're stuck with each other for now! Maybe you should just go kill wild animals or practice your blacksmithing skills until the quest finds you!"
Tessa - Markarth
"F-fine! Be that way!" Tessa grumbled at Santa, crossing her arms.For two seconds.
"Coming!" she yelped, chasing after her Servant.
Lancelot - Helgen
"What now Master? I think my former master used to have a problem like this with machinery not doing what he commanded and His solution was to unplug it then plug it back in to see if resetting it helped. Think it would work here?"
Lancelot just kind of scratched the side of his helmet at the situation, his irritation giving way to mild confusion about this scenario and if he was actually supposed to take this seriously.
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"Yeah... I'll... try to make something like that for you riiiiight now. So heal up and I'll be there with the doohickey that'll keep the bad voices out of your head." Gently shooing Foxtrot so that he'd get in the egg and thus better, the martial artist paused in front of the Fabricator with a blank look on her face for a moment before hesitantly tapping away.
A keyword of 'psychic blocking' later and the martial artist saw something that looked like a cheap tiara made out of matte black material pop out of the machine, crafted from some sort of material that seemed like innocuous plastic but was quite a bit more sturdy than the look suggested.
"Well, I guess there's this?" If Foxtrot were to take the item and slip it on over his head, he'd find that the sort of mental senses that a psychic super soldier might have would be pretty much blanked out sixth sense and just have the regular five that humans were known for. "Tell me if it works?" Ranma asked with slight anticipation considering it muffled her own martial awareness to a certain degree, like robing cotton over a blade.
"Ah yes, hello there!" Seeing both Hat Woman and Frankenstein's Monster wave at her so enthusiastically, Android 21 couldn't help but cheerfully wave back as she traversed the distance towards the two girls with a bright smile on her face. "I see that you are already immersed in Skyrim." Looking down at all the floof, the scientist couldn't help but feel the urge to start giving head pats.
Tenko - Van
Liz breaking off the handshake allowed Tenko's mind to regain some clarity, which made her see how much she was making a fool of herself. She thus did her best to regain some composure. She did a small laugh in an attempt to play off the embarassing showing as a joke. "Ah ah, well I'm only making an observation. And you really have eternal youth? How?" She wasn't showing that much surprise, but she was still pretty curious about that. She then got an idea. "Anyway, since you're new, I can show aroung the van! I can even present you to my friends here if you want. There's some weirdoes here, but I know nice people too." She put her hands on her hips to show confidence.
Flowey - Van
Flowey watched the conflict between two armored humans with some amusement, wondering if they would come to killing one of the other. He was rather disappointed when they were stopped by spoilsports. When his recent friend Tira went to talk with the aggressor, he followed her. He was interested by the fact that the guy didn't seem to be disturbed much by Tira's advice and by the two's exposition of their pasts, which explained quite a few things about Tira. He ought to express his own opinion. He spoke loud and clear to make sure the soldier noticed him. "She's right, buddy. Now that you're in another world altogether, you don't need to be imprisoned by some loser's rules! It's the same for me, tough the "prison" is a bit more literal in my case." He chuckled at his own inside joke. "And a real name is a good start. Even if it sucks, it wouldn't matter, because it would be the sucky name you came up with. I should know, mine's Flowey. Nice to meet you." He then winked at Point Man in a casual manner.
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Priscilla, Helgen
"Hm... that might work," Priscilla said, scratching her head. "But I'm not sure how to do that while my mind is stuck in this strange simulation."
Glory to Arachnos
"I would't mind some help, though I feel I already have enough, considering the angry ghost of my mother who can warp reality and wants to brutally kill every single person who works in Armacham because they didn't let her hold me and see me grow up when I was born, along with my cannibalistic brother who I thought I killed when I shot him in the head, but is now a ghost too." Point Man said to Tira, speaking a stoic tone while talking about his family.
Apparently, the Wade family seems like a pretty nice family.
Point Man then looked over at Flowey...he wondered in his mind why would a psychic change his appearance to that of a flower, but considering the stuff he had seen during his missions, he can't really judge.
"A pleasure, Flowey." Point Man gave a nod to Flowey.
The replica silently obeyed Ranma and got to the egg machine, the machine healing his wound, and turned to Cell who asked him if the rogue replicas looked different to him.
"Yes, the rogue replicas are a different variant compared to me. They're Variant VI Replicas while I'm the current up to date Variant VII, and their gear is less advanced to mine, wearing Kevlar armor while we use prototype Ceramic plating. The only thing that we have in common would be the insignias in their armor and mine." Foxtrot would then point to the replica insignia on his helmet and shoulder pads.
Foxtrot would then put on the tiara offered by Ranma on his helmet, though a bit confused by it's appearance, he would feel the effects of it...numbing the signals he was feeling weakly before.
"I...think this...does work..yes...It does work."
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-Spider Lizard Noises-
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Gwen - The Living Skyrim Strategy Guide; Haafingar
Gwen was surprised at the lady disappearing, and Meridia's praise.
"I was only doing what a hero would do." She said, rubbing the back of her head as her cheeks turned red.
Carmilla and Lady managed to get their NP Cs in a more traditional manner, and Meridia informed them of their options.
"Hey, I'm ready to keep going, so long as everyone else starts picking up the loot." Gwen gestured to the bodies. "Grab anything worth more than 200 gold. Anything else isn't really worth it, unless it's really light."
"But we should totally go the Bandits next. They're the guys we need to beat to get a General Store in the Temple, so we can sell him the loot, to turn into gold, which we use to buy temple renovations. It's the most efficient way."
She gave Lady a guilty glance as she said this.
"I know you really want to hit the Forsworn, but there's no time limit in this game. We could just leave for a year, and they wouldn't have killed more people than they already have. And having the shopkeep would be really useful."
Tucker - His Attempt At A Motivational Speech; Van, Storage
Tucker listened to Foxtrot's story as he pieced together his new weapon. He had to agree with Ranma and Cell, it sucked. Hard. But there was one thing that stuck with him, and he had to comment on.
"Hey, dude?" He glanced over at the Replica Soldier. "You don't have to be who the brass back home want you to be. And I don't just mean here, where they can't get to you. Now you've got that thing, they can't force you to do anything."
He snapped the slide of the pistol into place, before affixing it to his left thigh, magnetically.
"I was supposed to be cannon fodder for a supersoldier program. Live training dummies. Now, I'm one of the heroes who shut down a corrupt supersoldier program doing illegal experiments. If I can end up being something, you definitely can."
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Helgen - Dragonquest
"I'm waiiiiiiting," Alduin said, still giddily laughing while floating around.Solitude - Fran
"uuuuuuu...." Fran grunted at 21, still protectively clutching her poodle.Unlike her more monstrous companion, the woman appeared human and wore a labcoat - a scientist, perhaps? Though informally trained, she considered herself something of a scientist herself, you know. Though she could not deny that she harbored a bit of apprehension due to the scientist who was her own namesake.
Still, was part of her own tale not in some way a warning against prejudice? That one man ought not merely discredit another solely based on monstrous characteristics? Perhaps this would be a way to improve upon herself, to sharpen her spirit in a way that allowed her to emerge from this experience as a stronger woman of character. Victor could not be a representative sample of men of science, and thus she ought not to treat him as the standard from which she ever made assumptions regarding his ilk.
She tentatively held the poodle out at the alien woman, inclining her head slightly and then nodding permissively.
"Uuu-uuu," she pressed the canine up against 21 gently, gesturing that she ought to try petting it.
"With the blood of pretty young girls, of course~" Elizabeth's voice dropped to something low and predatory as she lifted a hand towards the other girl's face, fingers like claws as they almost brushed against the skin, her eyes almost shining with ill intent.
And then in an instant it was gone, replaced instead by a look of guilty amusement as she covered her mouth with the same hand that had been reaching out towards Tenko; Chuckling lightly. "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't make jokes about that. It was a bad time, and I'm not like that anymore. Promise. It's because of what I am. A heroic spirit, my body is created from magic, and sustained by magic. So long as I have a source of it, I will continue to live."
Elizabeth smiled at the young girl, seeing no reason to decline the offer. And several reasons to accept it. Seeing another chance to play with Tenko, and unable to help herself, the idol moved quickly and smoothly to hook her arm through one the girl's own and moved up beside her; Holding onto her arm and pressing against her side. "Lead the way, Tenko."
"Yatta!" Throwing her hands up in the air and exulting, Ranma gave a rather huge grin as she found out that Foxtrot said that the ad-hoc spur of the moment item worked, the martial artist being rather genuine in her happiness that she could help the poor guy out. "Well, you're free now! What are you gonna do now with your new lease on life?"
The martial artist was rather curious as to what Foxtrot wanted to be now that he was alright. Considering how she knew what it was like to be weighed down by intangible but all too confining restraints, it was rather nice to be able to free someone else from such a thing.
"Oh, are you sure?" Pleasantly surprised that Franky was willing to let her pat the doggo, 21 let out a gentle smile even as she slowly let her hand drift out towards the poodle before stroking it gently on the head with motherly affection. The other Majin she knew had a dog that he loved to pieces was what the scientist could recall and something about pet therapy was calming enough to merit the thought of maybe getting her own animal companion in the future.
Though there was also a hesitance to such an action as well considering that she'd most likely treat the pet like family and the guilt-ridden woman still hadn't forgiven herself for what she had done to poor 16. Bittersweet was this feeling of both wanting something and yet not being able to follow up on the thought, it was. "Thank you very much for that." At the very least, she liked the Servant. She was a sweet girl if shy.
Hat Woman- Solitude
"Hello!" She greeted with a wave.
"Skyrim? Is this what this land is called?" The Hatted Girl said, looking at the recently acquired party member (or at least what she presumed was acquired, as she was petting the poodle her companion gave her).
"That said, this is some quite immersive tech, if it can generate a full interactive world. Accurate response time to movements too. Wonder how they do it." She should see about getting one of these for her ship, once this is all over. Though maybe that would take too much time away from reality? Eh, she's got time.
Speaking of time, she should probably get in sync with their compatriot.
"Say, we're trying to become thralls, which seems to require us to do good deeds around town and visit the Jarl at the Blue Palace. Do you want to come along?"
Tenko - Van
Tenko's face quickly went pale upon hearing Liz's words. Understandably, she couldn't quite believe what she heard. That was too ridiculous to be anything else than a joke. That pretty woman coudln't possibly be a serial killer that performs cruel ritual to maintain her youth, could she? Yet even as the martial artist told herself that, she couldn't help but go in a cold sweat and feel her heart beating faster and faster as the seemingly young woman's hand approached her own face...
Until Liz pulled the hand to cover her mouth, confirming that this was a joke. The japanese teenager felt like her heart had skipped a beat. That brief relief lived until the dragon girl let out that she did use to bathe in the blood of virgins. Tenko began exclaiming fear and disbelief. "You..."
But then the Ultimate remembered what she promised Gwen earlier; to not let her prejudice turns her into a bad person. And even if that conversation was about males, she still felt that this applied to her current predicaments. After all, if the dragon girl was still a bad person, she wouldn't have confessed what she did or show regrets over it, right? She took a deep breath to calm herself down before talking to the idol. "Sorry for reacting like that. I was just shocked by what you said you did. But if you say that you feel sorry and you trust me enough to tell me this," She then gave Elizabeth a gentle smile. It wasn't like the wavy smiles she made earlier out of nervousness or the bragging one she made to show her pride. It was a calm, kind smile. "Then the only thing I can do to answer this is to believe in you, too." And tough she was hesitant at first, tough she knew that it was silly to say that to a person she just met, Tenko felt that she made the good decision.
She of course blushed when Liz grabbed her arm, but unlike before, she managed to remain composed. She leads Liz to the workshop.
Van - Workshop
Upon arriving there, she was happy to see Ranma. Seemed like the redhead was showing Foxtrot around herself. That would mean they could do the visit together, which was good even if they were to be accompanied by a man. She showcased the room to the servant with the arm that wasn't currently being grabbed. "This is the workshop, where you can find and make whatever you need. There's a matter replicator that create whatever you tell it to, and there's a healing tanks to heal whatever injuries you may have."
She waved at her pigtailed friend. "Hi! Ranma, this is Elizabeth, one of the newest arrival, and she's made of magic." She didn't say anything about the whole blood thing, of course. She then pointed to Ranma; "Liz, this is Ranma. She's a japanese martial artist like me and she's really strong! But she can be a bit shy, so don't be too grabby with her." She wasn't sure how the redhead would react to having her hand carressed like in the handshake from before. "Oh, and that's Foxtrot. I don't know much about him." She introduced him as if she just noticed he was there and didn't care about that at all.
Calamity is a housewife
Jack-O', Helgen
Right next to Priscilla and Lancelot, Jack-O', having witnessed everything in front of her and come to a conclusion, raised her hand to make a suggestion.
"Maybe we could check the menus for a way to exit the game? Barring that, we could search this town for whatever's causing these errors, or for some clues at the very least. Alduin said it herself just now, right? Something about this place made her... him... change shape."
Ragna, Prime Meridia
Ragna had nothing she wanted to say when it came to where they should go next. Gwen seemed familiar with the most efficient way to finish this game, so she went with whatever she said. The Grim Reaper, having come from a rural household and being exposed to more humble pleasures, was not familiar with these newfangled video-game doohickies. But if she were to play one, ever, she'd pick the simplest and fastest route.
That necessitated following Gwen's lead. And if she said loot the bodies, who was she to say no.
("Aaaalright, these guys better have some good shit then.")
She examined the corpse of the warrior she'd cut down and pressed the floating button to access their belongings.
("Elven Light Armor, resists frost, that sounds useful.")
She picked it up with the tap of a button, and while blanching for a second at the armor set just disappearing off of the corpse, opened up her menu and tried to see if she could equip it. No luck, as a mysterious message popped up.
Ragna was stumped, simply put. And so she turned to the only gamer in their group.
"Uh, Gwen? What's 'Light Armor Fifty' and where do I get that?"
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"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani
Lizard Metabolism
Cell, Workshop Van
The tiara Ranma provided Foxtrot with was enough to tune out the voice in the replica's head. Wasn't technology just wonderful? The familiar tosser in a cyan armor showed up. "Well, except send you on a wild goose chase after some woman threatening the implosion of the multiverse and thus making all you ever cared of null and void." He droned with vague amusement in response to Tucker's motivational speech. "Though once you're back home, go whole hog and be your own man."
Two more girls showed up. Cell recognized the horned one to be that shrill idol lady, but the one with a green bowtie in her hair seemed like a new one. Actually, no, he recalled seeing her earlier once the simulation crashed down. "Just skip my personage so brusquely? I'm wounded." He quipped, his tail swishing back and forth.
Umu, Back In The Plan, After Santa and Reindeer
Once the fifth Roman Emperor was done explaining to the boorish inkeep that a love between two women was a matter most pure, Caster found herself with her whimsical Master in tow, chasing after the two peculiar lovers. "Now then, have you any idea as to how to prank that target of ours?" She questioned Magilou, idly adjusting her casual outfit.
She had a couple of ideas, but they would need some prep time to implement them.
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How do lizards fly?
Magilou- Markarth
After giving the innkeeper the ol' razzydazzy, Magilou also pursued the rest of their band of misfits with her Servant.
"Well, much as I'd like to rush in and change all the water to cherry syrup or something, a good punchline always has context to build it up. In simpler terms, it would be best to tailor the prank towards the victim in question to maximize the kablamo factor. I say we should figure out Ondolemar's deal first. If his repute's so ill, there has to be some pretty fertile dirt we can use."
Eventually, when/if she caught up with the other Master/Servant Pair, she'd great them.
"Morning, girls. Sounds like you two were busy."
Did you know this section has a character limit?
Gwen - At Some Point I Have To Tell Her That Stan Lee Is Dead; Haafingar
"Light Armour Fifty?" Gwen said, surprised. For the first time this entire trip.
She paused for a moment, trying to think if this was just something she'd overlooked while playing the game.
"Okay, so, some games stop you from using equipment until you reach the right level. It's to make sure you don't pick up something too powerful too early into the game. Whatever you're trying to put on can't be used until you reach Level 50 in the Light Armour skill."
She rubbed the back of her head in confusion.
"Except that's not a thing in Skyrim. Usually, I mean. You should be able to wear whatever you want, except it's stats get better the more levels you get. So... Sorry, I guess? Guess this is one of the changes the Rook made to the game."
They do have medals for almost, and they're called silver!
Glory to Arachnos
Attempting to ignore Tenko saying she doesn't anything about him when he just explained about himself, the replica wondered to himself just what he would with his new liberty from psychic control. He doesn't know exactly how to live a normal life at all, he was made to be a soldier, not a civ, but maybe..if this thing worked with him...
"Maybe...maybe with this device," Foxtrot looked over a bit at the tiara in his helmet before continuing. "Maybe I could free them. If I come back to my world and with enough duplicates and the blueprints of this object, I could free the other replicas from their need to follow orders to be alive. No matter what variant they are, I could make them like...me..and they could be...free. Like me. They'll be free instead of being bound."
He turned to Tucker.
"Just like you, I think. I can stop this cruel treatment of the other replicas, just like how you stopped that program. I can show them there is something else beside..being a puppet."
The replica was quite grateful of Tucker, Ranma and Cell helping him realize what he could do and free him of the last shreds of armacham's hold on him.
"Thank...you for your help, everybody."
-Spider Lizard Noises-
Alicia - Bloodskal barrow
The sound of stone grinding against stone cut through the chatter in the barrow, and Alicia instinctively whipped around, trying to find the source of the sound. "Wait, did you hear that-"
It was, of course, another cultist, emerging from a secret passage. By the time Alicia reached the commotion, he was already legging it down the newly revealed passage, and despite having her pistol raised and ready, she hesitated. A gunshot would be just as bad as an alarm in here-
This was all rendered redundant as Astolfo threw his javelin... and Maria fired her own pistol. Alicia winced at the sharp retort, imagining the sound echoing off every surface from here to the other side of the mountain.
"Maybe... maybe no-one heard us over the thunder?" She ventured hopefully, her pistol still braced in two hands, pointed through the door. After a moment, she got up from her crouch and carefully stepped through the hole and into the passage beyond, eyes trained on the fallen cultists. "Watch my back, I'll check it out."