Narcia

Of course... (Gene says. He, Cole, and Dodie gather out in front of the bar as directed by Grigori.)

Old Eluant Ruins

"...w, well, well, no shit!" [I throw my hands up into the air, disgusted, I feel disgusted. That's it, that's her damage. She was just a broken child, are you...Jesus Christ...] "Just...just cuz you got treated like shit then doesn't mean y'get t'treat people like shit now! Like, I'm sorry you had t'go through all that, and I don't wanna pry, but...like...y, you're just...y'js one step worse from the privileged folk who got by easy. They think they can do whatever they want, and, and, and you, you , you, y'wanna fashion yourself a god?"

[I pace, exasperated, rubbing my face. It's subtle, but I begin to grow, not shifting, just...growing...] "And just cuz you know how I was gonna react doesn't make you any smarter. Or higher! Or any fuckin' bullshit, cuz y'know what? You've probably heard it before. I'm a bettin' man today, I'm not the only one you've made your past privy to 'n knew wouldn't take that lyin' down cuzza what you did."

[Breath in and out, a puff of smoke. I approach L'Arachel in height.] "And y'keep hoistin' yourself up above 'em—" [My voice moves down to a wavering hiss.] "—above those people who you say make things worse for everyone, you got your fuckin' bullhorn—" [I gesture to Montresor, who oh, fuck me, I should've been out fighting, shouldn't I. Whatever, I continue my own diatribe and my subconscious growth, surpassing the Vespiquen in height.] "T, to, to blast it out to the world, but you still wanna call yourself empress, Lara, y'wanna push down fuckin' Autumn here just cuz she's in a comparable field, the rest of us're just fuckin' field mice, cockroaches, 'n you get off on seein' us squirm 'n wrrrithe and die like some lonesome kid on the playground, because we're just not worth it to you, o high-and-mighty one, not unless we can carry yer pamphlets..."

[I stare down into her soul, brow furrowed, teeth gritted. I now sit at a height about taller than her as she was taller than me just a moment before.] "...you didn't come here for honor. And, well, I can't say I did either, but we both want very different, things...out of...this..." [Wait, why am I looking down at her...when did she get...I feel a wave of exhaustion come over me. Something enters—no, exits my side...the pin Monty shot at me, it clacks against the floor. I double over onto my knees, my breathing quickening, getting harrowed...I look up at L'Arachel for a moment before needing to hang my head again...my side burns with pain, I wince as I try to cover the leaking wound, my breathing going to wheezing.]

Blissparce, Mr. Oliveira's House

Mr. Oliveira looks to the two new faces and nods...the Girafarig looks a little familiar, though it's probably the kind of thing where you remember a random face from some crowd somewhere...the follies of the mind.

"Y-yes, come on in. Umm, anything for a...ehehe, anything for a rookie and an acquaintance." There's a small chair in the foyer, which he gladly takes. He lets out a deep, refreshed sigh as he sinks into the cushions...the others will have to contend with the bench on the wall opposite the chair. Taylor A very quickly takes up a seat on the bench, leaving it open for only one of the others.

"Now, if we can go ahead and geddooooon tooo it!" The two (ex-/)cops share in a quick laugh before calming themselves. Despite having settled into his chair before, Mr. Oliveira does look to be a bit...unsettled.

"So...what's...this about?"

Blissparce, Ramona's House

Taylor B returns Mia's look, a little skeptical considering her shift in mood. "I-If I may, I w-would like to s-see them, ma'am."

Edited by BlackMageAnolis on Oct 7th 2018 at 1:58:52 PM

Holstown

Seeing that Woodruff is ready to go, Mila falls in step with him, consciously making the decision to stay a few steps behind him and have him lead the way to Narcia. She admittedly has a hard time remembering the directions, but more than that she's remembered one of the things she'd missed so much: some sort of figure she could imagine knew what they were doing. Then again, maybe placing that blind faith was a poor choice given how it'd—

No, she'd gone over this. Not now, she was done with that anger.

"... So, Woodruff. I don't think I know why you ended up here. Aside from everything you did to help me... why are you sticking around?"

Catacombs

"Your life? If you'd pay attention to your surroundings, you'd see that you don't owe her that: she stole it."

Autumn barely manages to get that jab out to Montresor before L'arachel's response and Eliot's growing outrage (quite literally) shift her attention. Holding back people with her pacifism was it? Before she can shoot something back, however, she sees Eliot double over in pain. Trying to scan the area for the medical kit she'd had with her moments earlier, Autumn realizes that it's been left over where they were before approaching the Vespiquen.

"Dinah, I need you to get the medical kit for Eliot. I can't leave him where he could get hit again... "

If L'arachel thought that not fighting made mons useless, then she'd just have to prove her wrong. Still, Autumn realizes that she'd give a fair amount just to have the natural healing capabilities of other mons right about now. Those could have been useful so many times...

TM Shop, Narcia

Philo browses the shelves of the TM store with a look of idle half-interest. He can't muster up full enthusiasm, given how he drilled every last one of these techniques and more besides to perfection several decades ago. For once, it's Róisín who looks a lot more invested, browsing the scrolls and the descriptions written on them on the hunt for something that could enhance her not-great fighting skills.

Eventually, the Roserade can be seen pausing in front of a scroll bound by a deep purple seal. She picks it up and turns it over a few times; clearly, it's piqued her interest.

[Montresor The Enigmatic]

"   You misunderstand me, Krokorok. By "home", I was referring to the household with which I was born to and imprisoned in for much of my early life   ", L'Arachel clarified as she looked to Eliot, "   All of what transpires on my path to achieving a better world is but necessary hardships on that path. If my family decided that beating and violating my siblings and I was justified, then that world and this one should accept that the painless world of supplication requires sacrifice. Sacrifices that few can fathom.   "

L'Arachel crossed her arms and looked away.

"   ... I do despise dwelling on the past...   "

Yukari came close to the Vespiquen, gently positioning her appendages around her in a semi-hug(?).

The Lurantis whispered something before glaring angrily at those who were speaking to her just now.

Montresor is blown back by the Surf aimed at him. He reverts from his Mega Form as he picks himself back up, coughing.

"Montresor...", said Noriaki, approaching, "Please... You mu-"

"Silence... Silence!", the Noctowl angrily coughed, glaring at the Dartrix, "Why...? Why can you not just leave us be? Why are you intent on..."

"Because I care about you, Montresor!", Noriaki said firmly, "You and I... We are not so different. But you chose the path that I did not: In which you continued to live a lie and pledge allegiance to her. Honestly, at times I still doubted my decision to seek truth. Sometimes I had even wished that I did what you did, continued deluding myself... But Montresor, I do not want to just leave you under-"

"Do you not understand the definition of "SILENCE", you wretch?!", he takes note of Autumn's comment, "You as well! How dare you imply such things! It is because of her that I have meaning, that my life is not a waste and has use in the shadows of greatness!!!"

Montresor then turned his attention to those speaking to L'Arachel. They were insulting her harder than ever, talking down to her, and even made her slip in to her dreadful reminiscence of her past pain...

The Noctowl was shaking with anger.

"... You utter fools... Know not... Who you speak to...!", Montresor yelled, the anger in his voice overflowing as his eyes flashed red, "You know, in my talent for Mind, I discovered one that was of much use to me, especially for the guardian of this place... The ability to make others psychotic."

Noriaki looked concerned.

"That is right, Noriaki... I never abandoned use for it... But there is something I had always wondered about it...", the tired vassal said, looking rather deranged in expression on top of his beaten appearance, "I will teach you all... Why you should never insult Lady L'Arachel, our benefector, in the presence of her ever-loyal partner in life and vassalhood...! Come, see who I truly am!"

Just like that, Montresor held his wings out in a supplicant-looking pose as he called on these... Dark streams of energy that came and infused to his being. The Noctowl reeled back and let out a maniacal screech as he was covered in a dark aura and the red glow of his eyes greatly intensified.

"He... Made himself turn psychotic?!", Noriaki stammered.

"Holy shit...", was all Nephenee could think to say in her surprise.

"   You are indeed a lucky man, Noriaki...!   ", the Noctowl growled in a distorted voice, "   You get to die with your supposed friends that you seem fond of! You all have no sense of respecting authority of those who are fit to lead, the elites among us the... The... Kehehe... But the happiest man here in truth is me! You all throw so much dirt upon Lady L'Arachel's name, the granter of my life and joy, the bringer of my being.... And now I shall get to feast on your last moments of fleeting rebellion, you...   "

Montresor's rambling fell in to demonic, muttered tongues as he jumped forward to face everyone before him, taking a stance with both his wings down, his back leaned somewhat backwards and tilted, and his head only slightly tilted so his reddened eyes could glare at them. His pins still surrounded him, although they were floating in a rather disorganized manner.

"   ... Trash of society....!   "

The ground pools with some sort of shadowy energy, almost feeling like shallow water.

Notte looks ever-so-slightly concerned.

[Narcia: Todd's Machines]

Gerome looks around, sighing a bit at the lack of Attacking T Ms available, but he does pick up a scroll labeled "Confide".

"Should come in handy...", he mumbled, reaching in to his pouch for money to be sure he could afford it.

Edited by Konkfan7 on Oct 8th 2018 at 7:03:50 AM

He looks on as Montresor reverts to his normal form. While initially disappointed, he's rather taken aback, maybe puzzled, by the Noctowl's next course of action. Not that his face would show any of this, of course. He steps backwards, closer to L'Arachel's group and asks no one in particular,    "... What is this power? An ability he already had prior to coming to this world?"   

Catacombs

Oh Dialga... ([[purple:I breathe upon noticing Eliot growing larger until he is taller than L'Arachel. I've definitely seen Benji change his size a number of times, but this is the first time I've seen Eliot do this.)

(Then I notice Eliot's wound opening back up, almost immediately followed by Autumn telling me to get her first-aid kit from where we were initially standing. I cannot dig underground to get to it unnoticed given the many many eyes upon us right now, so I'm simply going to have to make a break for it.)

(Before I can do that, however, Montresor begins speaking directly to the rest of us before transforming into...into what appears to be a demonic version of himself?? Oh Dialga, what...??)

What da heck...?? (I hear Marsha breathe, sounding equally as shocked as everyone else.)

(I can already feel my stomach churning and my heart sinking upon hearing his laughter and reaffirming his desire to murder us all. I shudder. What are we supposed to do now?)

(What I would like to do is get the first aid kit for Eliot like Autumn instructed me to, but I feel as though if I make any sudden movement, I'll have more of those pins stuck into me...maybe if...)

Eliot, Autumn, do you think I could make it to the first aid kit without being hurt by Montresor if I dug my way to it? (I ask he and Autumn.) You need to have that wound treated, Eliot...

Narcia

(The bouncers continue to wait for further direction from Jack and who he is with.)

Blissparce (Oliveria)

(Rich allows Dieter to sit on the bench if they so desire and simply has a seat on the floor.)

It's about th' murders goin' on 'round here, matey. (Rich says.) We're tryin' t' fig'r out who killed that Harvey fellow.

(David's nervousness does continue to make Rich suspicious.)

Blissparce (Ramona)

Okay! Follow me!

(Ramona bounds through her house and out a side door leading to her Berry grove.)

(Going outside, Mia and Taylor B will find the beaming Ramona proudly standing by her Watmel tree. It does look fairly healthy and is bearing a number of Watmel Berries.)

See? They look so much better now! Are you sure you don't want any? (She asks.)

(Mia shakes her head again.)

Catacombs

What????

I say upon jumping back to my feet, watching the complete and utter breakdown of this man into something much, much less tangible.

Oh fuck me...

I yank the shield off the ground and hook my arm into it, beginning to start side shuffling around in a right-facing movement, beckoning Marsha to keep with me. I stop to assume a perfect angle for attack, and then...

Then...

My eyes light up in that very darker shade of red that ensued when Zelgius broke my stone. I raise my right arm over the protect barrier and pull it up...

Those on the side closest to Montresor may begin to feel the ground shake and can observe rocks raise up right around the now demonic Flying-Type mon, with said rocks attempting to hit him.

Blissparce, Lydia

I uh.....heard some screaming, and then someone run past here...I couldn't get a good look at them...

Lydia says, muttering her way through some of these words.

TM shop

Kevin takes a Rain Dance TM, making sure he has enough money to buy it. He walks up to Todd.

One of these.

Edited by Team42Larson on Oct 8th 2018 at 7:41:08 AM

Todd's Machines

(Arsene looked over the machines to find one labelled "Swords Dance" and thought about it. The siblings could use it, considering they've been doing well recently. Malachi's keeping the group in line, about as straight as someone with pneumonia can draw, but he tries. Then there's Gideon. The only positive note about giving him this, which is never happening, is that his prey would potentially die quicker. He figured that he might give Mal and the twins a souvenir and destroy it before the little bastard gets his claws on it.)

(Todd looks at the group's choice of TMs and nodded.) So, _{Toxic, Confide, Swords Dance, Rain Dance}… 10,000 Poke.

Narcia Streets

(As soon as I left the bar, I see Eliza with a green Aegislash with a Togekiss nearby. I waved hello to her, not wanting to say anything that would make myself look like an idiot in front of her. She waved back, also not saying anything, as the sword bowed and the bird waved as well. I waited on Jack and the others to follow me before we introduce each other.)

Edited by Ore-O on Oct 8th 2018 at 7:45:30 AM

Catacombs

(Marsha moves by Marlon and readies another large rock to throw at Montresor.) Da heck is dis? I don't wanna call it da VA, but...

Narcia

(The bouncers follow Grigori.)

Take it you're th' ringleadah of this squad, eh? (Dodie asks.) Name's Dodie. Dodie Wyndham. These two fellas with me are Cole Gurganes and Gene Ryan.

Hello there. Greetings and salutations, sir. (Cole and Gene introduce themselves.)

Blissparce (Lydia)

(Her uncertainty has me worried. Is she the killer?) The murder took place outside the southern side of town, though. (I point out.) Are you sure you...uh...you didn't hear someone else?

Catacombs

Even Autumn, in all her anger, can tell that Montresor is beyond negotiation at this stage. It scares her, particularly when she realizes that she may not even be able to defend anyone if this is the type of mon they're fighting right now. This was why she wanted to find another solution, so they wouldn't be up against this. Still, she was still responsible for Eliot and Dinah at the least, as she'd gotten them further into danger from her actions.

"If you do that, they'll take you for an attacker. I know it's not much, and they'll probably just attack you anyways because they've never heard of "honor", but I think you just have to walk there... I'm sorry. "

Maybe she should be the one going to get it... showing that she's not useless to the world. But her feet won't move, and she chooses instead to put some pressure on Eliot's wound, at least to try to stop the bleeding. She watches him carefully, trying to make sure her attempts to help don't put him in even more pain.

"I'm trying to do the math here, how does one sad life justify the ruining of so many others? No matter how you slice it, a ruler shouldn't use their family as an excuse to punish their people. I would know."

Edited by Cabe_Bedlam on Oct 8th 2018 at 5:38:23 AM

Narcia

The Shiny Hawlucha extends his right arm for a handshake.

Rock: The name is Rock. Pleased to meet your acquaintance.

The Duskull takes a bow.

Pix:   Well hello there ladies and gentlemen! Pix the Duskull Clown here at your service! I just can't wait to give the target quite the performance!   

The clown says that last word in an almost sinister-like tone, summoning a cold wind around him at that moment to form drama masks made of snow and ice, which briefly dance around him before he lets them melt away.

Narcia, TM Store

"Ten thousand? What the hell kinda - oh... oh, aye, right, the money's worth a lot less here. Forgot. Whoops."

Philo has to resist the urge to give Róisín a probing look.

All this time, and he still isn't quite sure where Róisín and Cillian originally came from. All they ever told him was that it was somewhere very far away, where many things were different. Certainly it was somewhere isolated enough that there was not even the faintest glimmer of recognition, at first, of his face or name. And now she's found this party of adventurers, many of whom seem to be of similar mysterious, distant origins... he can't help but be deeply intrigued. But he keeps all these thoughts silent for now, and heads to the counter to help pay the bill.

Todd's Machines

(After seeing the money from the Ninetales, he nodded as he counted the money.) That'll do it. Don't have too much fun with all that. Lord knows I tried.

(With the TMs in tow, Arsene spoke to the group.) Where to next?

Narcia Streets

(The green Aegislash started the introductions. taking the Hawlucha's hand.)    Claude Verdi, at your service.   

(Then the Togekiss.) Zelda Pixis, the pleasure is mine.

(Following that, the Tsareena.) Elizabeth Margolis, but please, call me Eliza.

(Last but not least.) Just call me Grigori. Now that we're all here, let's meet up with the rest of the group. They should be around the shopping district, if memory serves. Any other questions before we go?

(The three from the casino shook their heads, ready to move out as soon as everyone's ready.)

Narcia

Rock and Pix also shook their heads, ready to move out as well.

Edited by TheGamechanger on Oct 8th 2018 at 11:37:52 AM

Catacombs

A-Alright... (I nervously look ahead at where the first aid kit lies, and then at Montresor. I take a deep breath and slowly start forward.)

Narcia

Just sort of want to know what the whole deal with what you and your squad here are doing is. (Cole says to Grigori as he, Dodie, and Gene start to follow.) My friends and I have been hearing all of these rumors about the Vespiquen we're apparently going after. I take it you know the full story behind her?

Dieter thanks Rich and sits down there.

"Uh, basically, yeah. We were curious... if you'd been around that one tree any."

Meanwhile, Whispering Pines Inn...

Mistah Clayton? It's me, Addie.

The "Demonic" dog mon raps her paws upon the door of the inn's secruity head.

Miss Jones? Come on in...

After opening the way for her, Clayton watches Addie trot her way on in, following him to his desk.

What've we got? That Gorebyss ain't gettin' any furtha' away, ye know.

Clayton sighs and pulls out some plans he carved out with his claws.

I've enlisted the help of some of our staff at the inn itself, and as you already know we'll have them posted in as many locations as we can, including a few that may go to guard the actual spring itself. I wrote up a letter to my Flygon friend requesting for help but he really hasn't gotten back to me yet. Granted, I don't know if this little plan of hers to assault our homes and get to that spring will come into fruition yet...

Laying her snout on the table and scanning the plans with her eyes, Addie raises a point.

What help is he even going to provide?

Help that allowed him to join Slak Rock's Blue Cross.

Blissparce

...You're right. I might have seen somebody else..but I do know of someone who can back up the fact that I was here at home the other night.

Narcia, TM Shop

Kevin thinks and turns to Arsene.

We might need some battle items.

Catacombs

I dunno, but we better stop him, now!

I continue to manipulate the stone edge to try and strike Montresor with it.

Edited by Team42Larson on Oct 9th 2018 at 10:02:50 AM

Old Eluant Catacombs

"...h, how does that—" [My attention is jolted away from L'Arachel when Montresor starts screaming at us. It's only a matter of time before...he...]

"Jesus Christ..." [I start shifting myself away from him, my fur standing on edge...my breathing gets more hurried. Noticing the pin haphazardly swirling around him, my eyes immediately dart down, trying to find the one pin he'd gotten me with—there, grab it, grab it. Got it...now hold it tight, hold it tight.]

[Autumn. She's dressing my wound. It's feeling a little better, but...she shouldn't be out in the open like this, something could go wrong, it could go very, very wrong... I try to pivot my body around her, placing myself between her and Montresor while still keeping my wounded side towards her.]

Holstown, Outside the Inn

Suddenly, the air of confidence he had confined is knocked right out of him. ...well, it hurts, but he supposes it's only fair. "Well, if ya didn't catch it before...she...took my parents." He looks on towards greater Holstown. "And...before I found you guys, I figured this would be a good place as ever to look around for 'em. My mom used to live here..." He heaves a great sigh...he'd tried to forget it, but that disgusting woman his mother used to call her friend still managed to creep to the forefront of his mind from time to time.

He adjusts the goggles on his head, turning towards the path for Narcia. "...I suppose it's not doin' them any good for us to just stand here, right?"

Blissparce, Mr. Oliveira's House

"Ahh...yes, I've...heard about that." His mood continues to dampen, his previous energy slowly siphoned away with time. His ear flicks when he hears the Girafarig mention "that tree"...he figures out what they mean quickly enough, though he's unsure why they mentioned it. "Well, once or twice, yes...the one that got struck 'n hollowed out, correct?"

"That-a-one, Mr. Ollie!" She notices it, too, he's certainly not as lively as he usually is. It gets her a little nervous...and that's a rare feeling for her, being nervous...yeesh, it gives her the shivers!

Mr. Oliveira's brow furrows with concern as Taylor shivers. "Ms. Amaranth, are you alright?" "Yea, yea! Fine as a whistle!" The Gligar manages to get a bit of a shiver himself. "Ooh! I feel something, too. Must be a breeze coming in through one of the, eh, maybe an open window. I best take a look."

"Take your time," Taylor says with a smile. With that, the Gligar slowly and feebly slides off his chair and shuffles out of the foyer towards the back of the house. Taylor lets out a growling pout, a nagging feeling in her gut.

Blissparce, Ramona's House

Entering the garden, Taylor B moves in to examine the Watmel plants. She's right; they do look very good. They're not exactly the cream of the crop (no pun intended), but if they were truly on the brink of death yesterday, it's a miracle that they've managed to make this much of a comeback. The only thing he can find that's off about them are the brown tips he finds on some of the leaves. Rubbing his hand against the soil, he notes its roughness. It's spring, isn't it? It hasn't warmed up that much, has it? He looks up...he wouldn't call today a clear day, and the sun hasn't gotten him sweating through his sash just yet.

He stands back up, turning to Ramona. "Th-these plants s-seem a little d-dehydrated, w-wouldn't you t-think?"

[Montresor]

"Yes, indeed... And it still works here as well, it would seem, with assistance from L'Arachel's hexes", Notte explained to Nyquil, still seeming somewhat concerned.

"   Punish? You are sorely mistaken   ", L'Arachel explains to Autumn, "   It is due to the cruelty of the world that I seek to make a better one, one where nobody will have to worry themselves over anything, where they will be provided everything they can possibly need and live in blissful supplication.   "

Yukari chimed in, "Why bother trying to explain to them anymore, my lady? It seems clear to me that they don't even want to understand."

Montresor hardly flinches at all the stones flung at him. They certainly do damage him, but he seems... Odd in his reaction.

"   The pain from these is like a pinch compared to what my entire being feels right now   ", the Noctowl said, raising his wing up his body and wiping slowly and hardly at his own face as if to clean something off as his eyes give an insane stare, "   Take TH Ii Ii IS!!!   "

On commands, the shadowy energy on the ground surged forward, spiking up in a super-effective attack of some kind against anyone in range.

Noriaki rolled to the side and threw a Leaf Blade, to which Montresor simply turned his head towards in response.

"Montresor, listen to me!"

The Noctowl just glared. Noriaki met his red eyes and saw that... They were hard to describe, currently. They seemed full of life, but somehow in a lifeless way. Not just the ordinary eyes of someone who had lost his mind... Almost like an old, overfilled sack that is bursting with it's contents.

Nephenee came in to deliver a Steamroller, which Montresor staggered backwards to evade before sending one of his pins shooting forward in a spiral of shadow energy. Nephenee tilted herself out of the way but still got nicked by it.

[Narcia: Todd's Machines]

"I think we should see if we can regroup for now, if that would be fine", Gerome responded, beginning to make his way for the door.

Edited by Konkfan7 on Oct 9th 2018 at 10:14:48 AM

Catacombs

(I'm almost to the first aid kit an-) AAAAAAH!! ( OH ARCEUS!!!)

(I was so focused on reaching the first aid kit that I didn't even pay attention to what Montresor was doing, and all of a sudden the shadows on the ground did something that hurt more than anything I've felt in my life! Even worse than whatever it was that Dorian did!)

(Before I even realize it, I have doubled over on the ground in pain, pained (not to mention frightened) tears streaming down my face and my lower half stinging in numerous places.)

YEEEOW! Gonna feel dat in da mornin'!! (Marsha yelps. She wastes little time before firing a very large Scald attack at Montresor.)

Blissparce (Oliveria)

Why do I git th' feelin' he's tryin' t' escape? (Rich asks Taylor A and Dieter in a hushed tone, standing up.) One of us should follow him in case that's what he's tryin' do, aye?

Blissparce (Ramona)

Oh, 'shaw, I just forgot t' water them today! (Ramona laughs.) I was just about to do that when you two came a knocking!

(Mia looks skeptically between Ramona, her plants, and Taylor B. The look on her face suggests that she's not ready to believe this yet.)

Blissparce (Lydia)

Oh yeah? (I say, feeling a bit less nervous.) Who?

Edited by kablammin45 on Oct 9th 2018 at 11:30:44 AM

Catacombs

I attempt to jump over the darkened energy-

-and ostensibly fail, falling onto my back.

Owwww!

Jumping back up, I assemble some of the leftover ice rocks. Stomping three times on the ground with increasing force applied to each stomp (Bulldoze), I send these rocks (and the ensuing shockwave) up and over to hit him again.

Narcia

Right behind you...they couldn't have gone far.

Kevin begins to spill onto the streets himself, looking for the others.

Blissparce

That would be me.

A Crobat hanging from the ceiling a room over announces before flapping his way over to the group.

He's her husband, by the way.

Lydia did not leave this house at any point during the night that Mr. Crosby was murdered. I would know because I spent the night tending to her after she had fallen ill.

Edited by Team42Larson on Oct 9th 2018 at 11:04:54 AM

Holstown

"Oh god, I'm— so sorry... I hope they're okay."

Mila picks up the pace when Woodruff suggests that they start moving, trying to figure out what to say. So many times she'd tried to be the adult, tried to offer some solace in the same way she sought it from Autumn. It never worked, for any of them. Still, she can't say nothing, especially not if it's just the two of them on the way to Narcia.

"I know how much it hurts; I mean it sounds cliche but it's true. All of us who ended up here, we got ripped from our lives, never even knowing that we should have said goodbye. That first night... it was hard. Autumn comforted me, I know I needed it. Point is, I guess, that I know how much it still stings and I'll do what I can to help. It's only fair."

Mila feels bad making a promise like that, already feeling herself slip into the same place she was when she ruined her chance to help David. Something else butts into her mind, though, overflowing even that shame.

Autumn... never actually lost her family. She always had something to fall back on, even in that first day.

Catacombs

Autumn tries to resist Eliot's rearrangements of their positions, knowing full well that she's able to handle more than him at this point and feeling particularly responsible for his injuries. Still, since he's injured she doesn't push too hard, just enough to resist his attempts. When she sees the attack billowing from Montresor, she realizes that she has to make sure Eliot doesn't get hurt even more. Even aside from her own responsibilities, there's some hope in Autumn's mind that she can show L'arachel and her cronies that she's not talking about ideals for nothing. As the attack starts, she tries to form a Protect but the barrier almost immediately cracks, providing only the barest defense as she suddenly lets go of Eliot and pivots around him, taking the attack right to her chest.

The blow knocks the wind out of her, having just narrowly avoided her scar from Perigo. While it hasn't reopened, the proximity causes it to throb with pain even more than the wound just below it, currently releasing a steady trickle of blood.

"Hff... nngh... why'd you think you'd be able to take that, Eliot?"

Nyquil observes the way Montresor is acting and what he's saying.    "This power of his… it seems to cause him pain. Is it a type of last resort? To think that he'd already be pushed to this… tsk, tsk, tsk…"    He shakes his head in disappointment. Letting out a sigh, he refocuses his gaze on the battle.    "To openly provoke and challenge multiple foes at once… while it can be perceived as brave, the chance of it being seen as arrogant is typically greater. Unless he's perfectly content with dying here, overextension to only inconvenience the opposition is foolish. Simply put, he shouldn't have overestimated himself. He's bitten off more than he can chew."   

Oliveira's House

"Maybe... I think I can do tell if he's gonna bolt. Psychic stuff. Admittedly, though, not sure if he's the one who did it. Or... if he did, he never noticed the tree connection."