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[19:52:09] <Oxford> Almost a week has passed since Elsa's trip to the infirmary. Though she's healing up rapidly, her stitches have yet to be removed, and a few other bandages mark out the more serious cuts. Between that and the bustle of school life, there's been precious little time for anything else.
[19:53:14] <Oxford> At the moment, the girls are walking quickly behind Maj. Westfield on the way to the locker room, as he gives his usual fast-paced briefing.
[19:53:47] * Elsa 's face still hurts, though she's been less cheerful ever since that incident.
[19:54:41] <Caitlin> Caitlin's been quiet over the past week, spending most of her time in the library.
[19:55:35] <Oxford> The Major's long legs carry him along at a brisk pace. "At you girls know, last night there were several explosions in and around Bougnetsport. Early Warning didn't detect anything on radar, and we've been scratching our heads until now."
[19:58:18] <Joslyn> "Could it be an enemy faction of magic users?" Joslyn speaks up, eyeing Caitlin as she talks.
[19:58:19] * Elsa looks curious, "What are they? Airplanes?"
[19:59:49] <Oxford> "As for enemy users… nothing from intel indicates the Novgos possess that kind of technology. Pray that they're right, or it could be a very long day."
[20:00:27] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods along, her mind racing ahead nervously. Stealth planes? Or, what if they WERE other girls with pendants? Tiny planes that are hard to spot seem like the best circumstance. They wouldn't that be that dangerous, if that were the case.
[20:01:25] <Joslyn> "Understood, Sir." turning to her classmates, Joslyn does her best to appear a leader. "All right; Jester, Bookworm, let's suit up!"
[20:01:38] <Oxford> The locker room is much the same as before. Radio sets are waiting for each of them, and Westfield distributes a pendant to each of them.
[20:02:15] <Elsa> "Can we have our pendants now." Elsa says flatly, "And Major, I think I'm ready to talk about what happened last week after this."
[20:03:21] <Joslyn> Steely magic suffuses Joslyn's form, the greaves and metal-covered skirt appearing below her form-fitted breastplate. She quickly picks up a radio unit and does a quick mic check.
[20:03:40] <Oxford> He gives Elsa a nod as he hands her the necklace. The Major has been surprisingly silent on the topic until now.
[20:04:01] * Elsa takes her pendant, holds it with her hand outsretched as a ring of fire forms around her hand quickly envelps her in a fraction of a second, revealing a red-headed, orange-eyed jester.
[20:05:01] <Caitlin> Another question crossed Caitlin's mind; why did they need an entire locker room just for some radios? Westfield kept the pendants on himself, after all. Whatever the case, she accepts the pendant, donning it as an assortment of air force and aviation terms weave through the air as her costume appears, complete with the large quill pen.
[20:07:11] <Joslyn> "Hey…" Joslyn puts a hand on Caitlin's shoulder. "Just focus. You can do this. Trust me, okay?"
[20:08:10] * Elsa looks at the pair of girls before looking upwards, "I'll be heading ahead, I'll wait for you up there."
[20:09:10] * Elsa heads out of the locker room and begins her ascent, leaving behind a trail of orange flame. Hopefully nobody saw that!
[20:10:13] <Joslyn> "Ready to fly, bookworm?" Joslyn smiles. It's obvious she cares.
[20:10:59] <Oxford> Almost immediately, the radio crackles to life. "Flight, this is Ground Control. Targets are at 200, heading 260."
[20:11:03] <Caitlin> "I am quite fine, thank you." Caitlin steps forward, ascending with the word float. If she intended to do this of her own free will, then she had to be independent.
[20:11:54] <Oxford> "We're having trouble picking them up; I'm going to patch you through to EW, cut out the middle-man. Over."
[20:11:56] <Joslyn> "Roger that, ground control. Iron Maiden, engaging." Joslyn takes off and scans the western skies
[20:12:09] * Elsa heads off in that direction, slowly, half waiting for the others. "Roger."
[20:14:06] <Caitlin> Caitlin searches the skies nervously; it'd be best not to let some kind of stealth fighter rip them to shreds without their presence even being noticed, obviously. "Understood, Sir."
[20:14:11] * Elsa speeds up and rushes forward in the direction the targets were seen, again leaving a trail of orange flame, its almost like she wants to be seen.
[20:14:51] <Oxford> The days this week have been unseasonably warm, and today is no exception. Seagulls wheel and caw below, circling for fish, as they race out toward the sea.
[20:15:16] <Joslyn> Oh for the love of…Joslyn will distance herself from the jester. No use getting caught in crossfire. "Bookworm, stay glued to me."
[20:16:55] <Caitlin> It's a strategic maneuver, not a sign of incompetence. Fine. Caitlin flies a short distance from Joslyn, not watching Elsa but rather scanning the area around the youngest of the trio.
[20:17:56] <Oxford> For all the trouble they're giving radar, the targets are fairly obvious by eye. A group of seven or eight thick, black smoketrails can be seen, each billowing behind something very small and very fast.
[20:16:59] <@Joslyn> Trading 2 social for 2 magic. Block is 9m8h6f
[20:17:32] <Caitlin> 683
[20:17:49] <Elsa> 693 mfh
[20:18:07] <Elsa> scratch that
[20:18:14] <Elsa> 963 fmh
[20:17:56] <Oxford> For all the trouble they're giving radar, the targets are fairly obvious by eye. A group of seven or eight thick, black smoketrails can be seen, each billowing behind something very small and very fast.
[20:18:45] * Oxford changes topic to 'Jos>Elsa>Cait>UFOS'
[20:19:13] <Oxford> Very fast, indeed. The girls will be hitting the merge any second now.
[20:20:11] <Joslyn> "Ground, we have visual on bogies. Eight of them, escaping radar detection by their small size. We are engaging currently!" Joslyn says this as a steel gauntlet slams into one of the bogies.
[20:20:20] * Elsa readies for using burstliing inferno, its been working well so far, right?
[20:20:24] <@Joslyn> 2d6+9
[20:20:24] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 2d6+9: 19 [2d6=5,5]
[20:21:43] <Caitlin> Well, that's lucky. Exactly what Caitlin hoped for; but then again, her judgment is based off of a week's reading.
[20:21:44] <Elsa> "They're leaving a huge smoke cloud behind too."
[20:21:51] <Oxford> 2d6+ did I mention how fast they are?
[20:21:52] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, did I mention how fast they are?: 10 [2d6=4,6]
[20:22:09] <Oxford> Hits
[20:22:10] <@Joslyn> That likely misses then :/
[20:22:15] <Oxford> oh wait
[20:22:16] <@Joslyn> Oh okay cool
[20:22:19] <Oxford> 1d6 my bad
[20:22:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, my bad: 3 [1d6=3]
[20:22:21] <Elsa> roll dat damage
[20:22:27] <Elsa> my turn
[20:22:34] <@Joslyn> 1d6?
[20:22:34] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 1d6?: 5 [1d6=5]
[20:23:52] <Elsa> 4d6+9
[20:23:52] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 4d6+9: 32 [4d6=6,5,6,6]
[20:24:25] <Elsa> 3d6
[20:24:26] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 3d6: 9 [3d6=3,2,4]
[20:24:12] <Joslyn> The idea is that by smashing into one, Joslyn might be able to get some information from what they are. Any luck?
[20:25:10] <Elsa> 1d6+10
[20:25:11] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6+10: 11 [1d6=1]
[20:27:57] <Oxford> She'll have to look quickly. Interposing a fist directly in front of a fast-moving object tends to do some serious damage. She sees what looks like a long cylinder, with a pointed tip, almost pencil-shaped. Then her fist crumples through the nosecone, and the entire vehicle detonates spectacularly.
[20:29:12] <Oxford> 7#2d6
[20:29:13] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 7#2d6: 7 [2d6=2,5], 6 [2d6=4,2], 2 [2d6=1,1], 3 [2d6=2,1], 8 [2d6=6,2], 9 [2d6=5,4], 2 [2d6=1,1]
[20:29:38] <Oxford> 1d6
[20:29:38] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 6 [1d6=6]
[20:29:41] <Oxford> 1d6
[20:29:42] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 5 [1d6=5]
[20:31:59] * Elsa once gain flies in the middle of their formation and releases a MASSIVE area filled with flame, this time its actually lots of dragons made out of fire and spreading out rapidly, thankfully avoiding the other two girls.
[20:33:15] * Elsa doesn't even bother yelling out the attack name
[20:34:04] <Oxford> The entire formation is engulfed in a cataclysmic explosion. Shockwaves spread out over the ocean's surface two-hundred feet below, and an echoing boom momentarily deafens everyone in the area.
[20:34:46] <Oxford> Sharps, all of you.
[20:34:53] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 sharp
[20:34:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, sharp: 19 [2d6=5,6]
[20:34:57] <Caitlin> MASTER
[20:35:02] <@Joslyn> 2d6+6
[20:35:02] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 2d6+6: 13 [2d6=4,3]
[20:35:20] <Elsa> 2d6+6
[20:35:21] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+6: 15 [2d6=4,5]
[20:36:43] <Oxford> The girls are momentarily disoriented, themselves caught up in the billowing fireball. In the wake of the blast, only Caitlin notices a single aircraft zip from the inferno, stub wings shredded with debris.
[20:37:57] <Caitlin> 3d6+6
[20:37:57] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 3d6+6: 19 [3d6=6,2,5]
[20:38:00] <Caitlin> 1d6
[20:38:01] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6: 4 [1d6=4]
[20:38:35] <Oxford> 2d6
[20:38:35] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 2d6: 8 [2d6=6,2]
[20:38:38] <Oxford> 1d6
[20:38:39] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 4 [1d6=4]
[20:39:14] <Caitlin> 1d6+4
[20:39:14] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6+4: 8 [1d6=4]
[20:40:53] <Caitlin> With the word Chase, Caitlin is propelled after the strange aircraft, closing the distance until she can reach to write upon it. Implosion.
[20:44:04] <Oxford> With a sickening crunch, the flying tube's sidewalls give way, crumpling like a hot soda can in a bowl of ice water. The engine, mounted above the main body, continues to fire, sending the odd contraption spiralling down into the ocean with a splash.
[20:45:14] * Joslyn regains her bearings just in time to see Caitlin absolutely dismantle the last missile. "Nice Kill, Bookworm! Ground, picture seems clear."
[20:47:06] <Oxford> From the other end of the line, a strangely feminine voice answers back: "Roger, gels. Radar shows no further targets. Nice shooting up there!"
[20:47:22] * Elsa is too busy coughing up noxious fumes from rocket fuel to notice anything around her, she eventually flies lower and bleow the smoke to get a better view.
[20:48:13] <Joslyn> "Thank you ma'am." all the same, she will keep her head on a swivel. The first wave dodged radar detection, right?
[20:48:26] <Elsa> "So is that all?" Elsa says a bit dissapointed
[20:50:02] <Joslyn> "Cant be sure. Keep looking for anything that looks off."
[20:50:03] <Caitlin> Caitlin keeps a careful eye out, as well. Nervous jitters don't rob her of her attentiveness.
[20:50:12] <Oxford> "Anyway, guess you didn't need me." The voice sounds almost disappointed. "Flight, this is Echo-Whiskey, over and out."
[20:51:54] <Joslyn> "Roger that, Echo Whiskey. All units, RTB." barring seeing another wave of missiles, Joslyn heads back towards base.
[20:52:52] * Elsa goes back to base and lands outside the locker room.
[20:52:26] <@Joslyn> 2d6+6 there aren't other missiles incoming right?
[20:52:26] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, there aren't other missiles incoming right?: 9 [2d6=1,2]
[20:53:08] <Oxford> As the last few scraps of metal disappear beneath the waves, the last trace of attack vanish as though it had never happened.
[20:53:48] * Joslyn touches down shortly after. She feels…nothing. No need to kiss or grope anyone. Thankfully.
[20:54:25] <Oxford> The Major doesn't meet them at the lockers this time. He may have returned to his office.
[20:54:51] <Caitlin> Caitlin lands last, still not convinced that some flying enemy isn't hiding, waiting to blow them all up the moment she stops paying attention.
[20:55:52] <Joslyn> "Worried we missed something?" Joslyn says, her metal armor vanishing as she unclasps her pendant.
[20:56:56] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods, "If we miss it, it won't miss us."
[20:57:27] * Elsa pulls out a bottle of wine from out of…somewhere and puts in into the locker next to the radio and untransforms…and she notices something wierd on her left arm, "What the bloody hell?" She asks out loud to no one in particular before pulling her sleeve up.
[20:58:27] <Joslyn> "I know…but we did all we could. You saw as much as me - there was nothing up there except us. But yeah, can't hurt to take one last look if you're worried."
[20:58:31] <Elsa> Yup its a huge burn scar that goes from her elbow to her wrist. Elsa looks at it incredulously, thankfully she is detached enough due to recent events that well…
[20:59:41] * Elsa drops to the bench while staring at her arm.
[21:00:22] <Oxford> It's pretty painful to look at. The other girls, thankfully, don't seem to have noticed yet. Though if Elsa doesn't hide it, that will change pretty quickly.
[21:00:49] <Caitlin> "Are either of you familiar with such designs as we just delegated? Oh, is something the matter, Elsa?"
[21:01:36] <Joslyn> "Can't say I am. They were explosive, fast as hell, and avoided radar detection. In short, they seem like a very big problem."
[21:02:20] * Elsa quickly pulls her sleeve back down. "I'm going to look for the major in his offcice. I really need to talk to him about things."
[21:03:06] <Joslyn> "…As you wish." Joslyn wanted to be alone with Caitlin anyway. No, not like that.
[21:03:37] <Oxford> Lunch hour is almost over, and none of them have gotten to eat yet. They'd have to hurry.
[21:04:11] * Elsa really doesnt care about lunch right now, given the recent…circumstances.
[21:04:31] <Caitlin> "But, shouldn't we integrate Major Westfield, too?"
[21:04:52] <Joslyn> Yeah - that's important. Joslyn will stuff the pendant into her bookbag, reminding herself to return it shortly after lunch. He wouldn't be too mad as long as she didn't use it, right?
[21:05:09] * Elsa quietly leaves the locker room and makes a beeline for the Major's office.
[21:05:59] <Joslyn> "…I think she wants to speak to him privately. We can talk to him once he's free. Come on, let's get some lunch…I'm starving!"
[21:06:51] <Joslyn> The second Caitlin is detransformed, she's being dragged to the cafeteria.
[21:08:13] <Caitlin> Caitlin stows her pendant away, "Alright, well, if you're sure. Let's remunerate lunch."
[21:08:34] <Oxford> Westfield in on his telephone as Elsa enters the office. He doesn't say anything for a long time, until a very formal "yes, sir, by your leave, sir." He hangs up quickly.
[21:11:48] <Elsa> "I want to talk about two things, one from last week and this" She says bluntly, pulling up her sleeve revealing her mysterous (and nasty) scar, it has spread further upwards than a few minutes ago…wierd.
[21:14:09] <Oxford> The officer raises his eyebrows. "I'm glad to see you've returned. Your flightmates are-?" He cuts himself off as he sees the scar. "stowing their equipment, no doubt. By all means, give me your report."
[21:18:37] <Elsa> "About last week?" She thinks for a second and continues, "After the fight I split off from the others to go practice…which I think you already know the result. Jos' was there to drag me of there." Thats the part he already knows.
[21:19:44] <Elsa> "I found a nice couch with a fireplace and lit it the old fashioned way and took a nap…when this girl came in and…and…"she's almost sobbing at this point
[21:20:35] <Oxford> "…continue, Warrant."
[21:22:31] <Elsa> "I…wanted to kill her for no reason, tried to, and failed." She says as shortly as possible. Hear face wears an expression of guilt and disgust.
[21:24:57] <Oxford> "…I see." Westfield's hands are steepled in front of his face, calculating eyes regarding Elsa from either side. "Your file doesn't show anything to suggest any anger management problems in the past…"
[21:27:08] <Elsa> "I…wan't angry at all at the time…please don't make me remember."
[21:29:01] <Oxford> "Warrant Elsa, let me make this very clear: you are not simply another citizen anymore. You are held to a higher standard of behavior, and lax though I am in enforcing it, I do have my limits."
[21:30:58] <Oxford> "Attempted murder - whatever your psychological justification might be - Is. Not. Acceptable. Now I read the transcript of your discussion with the headmistress, as well as the one Ms. Darlington had with her. Is there anything you've withheld from that report?"
[21:32:59] * Elsa flinches at his voice, and then goes on silently and lowers her head, "I didn't want to do it…I tried to stop myself…and I did right when the other girl broke free….I didn't even try to defend myself at that point." She says, with tears flowing down her cheeks.
[21:36:25] <Oxford> "I see. Were there any indications leading up to this? Any pent-up aggression, short-temperedness, anything of that nature?" He hands her his handkerchief, but his expression doesn't soften.
[21:38:36] * Elsa takes it and wipes away the tears, "It…just happened, I saw her I felt an overwhelming need to do that, something like breathing or drinking water…I havent ever felt that and I don't want to ever again." She sobs even harder now
[21:39:56] <Oxford> It's finely embroidered silk, monographed with a "L.W." in curly gold script. The cloth is soaked through almost immediately.
[21:41:34] <Oxford> "For that to happen, you're going to need to develop some self-control, Warrant. Remember, you're not just schoolgirl anymore - you're an officer in the Imperial Albaean Air Force."
[21:45:24] <Oxford> "The next time you feel yourself losing control… come talk to me." Westfield leans in a bit, and puts one hand on her shoulder. "I know how tough it can be."
[21:45:37] * Elsa looks at him from behind the cloth, she looks angry now, "Why don't you believe me?" She slams her palm on the table. "I…didnt…want that. I bet it was some sort of thing from the pendant like this." SHe points at her arm.
[21:48:42] <Oxford> "Oh my… I thought I heard an explosion, but I didn't expect…" He touches the scar tissue gingerly. "This seems to have healed over already? Nothing in your file said…"
[21:49:50] <Elsa> "It showed up after the fight."
[21:51:46] <Oxford> "Hmm…there's a known ability for some users to heal rapidly, but…" He trails off, looking worried. "I'll file a report to Headquarters about this, naturally. Are you in any pain?"
[21:53:55] <Elsa> "The explosions didn't do anything to me, and I bet what happened las week was the pendant's bloody fault too." She sounds seriously angry.
[21:57:07] <Oxford> "The pendants!" Westfield says, mood shifting rapidly from concern to anxiousness. "That idiot called, and I completely…" He looks Elsa over suspiciously.
[21:58:01] <Oxford> "I think I know what's happening, and you're completely right about the pendants being the cause. I need you to return it to me before things get any worse."
[21:59:48] * Elsa tosses it at him and narrows her eyes. "So tell me whats exactly going on."
[22:02:05] <Oxford> He returns it quickly to his heavy leather pouch. "As I've explained, prolonged exposure to the Focus Pendant or over-extending your usage of abilities can have a variety of side-effects. It would seem you're having a very bad reaction indeed."
[22:02:20] <Joslyn> *knock knock knock*
[22:03:18] <Oxford> "And so- who's there? Come in."
[22:04:09] <Joslyn> "I hate to interrupt, professor…but it's an emergency." oh, it's just Elsa still. That's good. "First off, there are these." Joslyn holds out two focus pendants.
[22:05:44] <Joslyn> "The reason Warrant O'Connell isn't with me to return it herself…well, that's the emergency."
[22:05:53] <Oxford> "Ah, thank you, Warant Parnocus. Apologies for not collecting them sooner. In the future, that's the first thing we do after landing, yes?"
[22:06:15] <Oxford> "But go on. O'Connell is…?
[22:06:56] <Joslyn> "Having…vocabulary issues. Trading words that make sense for ones that don't. And she doesn't hear herself doing it."
[22:07:48] * Elsa looks like she ahs been obviously crying.
[22:08:24] <Joslyn> "She's in the infirmary right now…I figures if it wasn't magic-based, they'd help. If it was…getting the pendant away from her would help."
[22:09:03] <Oxford> "Did O'Connell suffer any head trauma during the battle? It sounds like a concussion to me." He strokes his chin, eyes narrow.
[22:10:41] <Joslyn> "I…don't know. After I downed one of the crafts, Elsa…made a giant explosion. Wiped out almost the entire enemy squadron. By the time I regained my bearings, all I saw was O'Connell destroying the last target."
[22:10:59] <Joslyn> "She might have taken a blow to the head while I was disoriented."
[22:12:23] <Joslyn> "It…I should have been paying more attention…"
[22:12:45] <Oxford> He nods. "See that she's monitored at the infirmary; this is the sort of thing they can handle."
[22:13:39] <Oxford> "You're dismissed, Parnocus. Warrant Elsa, was there anything else you wanted to discuss?"
[22:13:44] <Joslyn> "…and her word salad? That…is reversible, right?"
[22:14:11] <Oxford> "It should clear up with the concussion. If it doesn't, we'll know it's something more serious."
[22:15:18] <Joslyn> "…Yes sir. I'll watch over her at the infirmary. You know where to find me if you need it." Joslyn leaves, a bit depressed.
[22:15:37] <Elsa> "I have more questions for you major." She says, her voice sharp as knives.
[22:16:17] <Oxford> "Then you'd better ask them, Warrant. What's the trouble?"
[22:17:31] <Elsa> "I want you to tell me exactly what happens when we use the pendants too much." I deserve at least this much after this, she says holding her scarred arm up.
[22:21:42] <Oxford> "You want to know exactly what happens? Well that makes two of us, Elsa."
[22:22:42] <Oxford> "As I said, these are still in a 'test' stage. We need to evaluate the side-effects before we can develop a means to combat them."
[22:24:09] <Elsa> "It has a different effect on everyone? So we're just test subjects. Aren't these the improved pendants? I thought that the side effects were studied with the first ones."
[22:26:26] <Oxford> "They were, and believe me, they weren't nearly as pleasant as what you've experienced. Warrant, I've read the reports. Let me be clear: compared to the Mk. I, the new Focus Pendants are essentially harmless."
[22:28:43] * Elsa shrudders "…what happened to them?"
[22:28:47] * Elsa gulps
[22:31:18] <Oxford> The Major lets out his own shuddering sigh. "…Warrant, you said there were things you didn't want to remember? Feelings you never wanted to feel again?"
[22:32:19] <Oxford> "I'm not too proud to admit I have a few of those myself. What I saw on those tapes is something I'll take with me to the grave."
[22:38:04] <Oxford> The officer absentmindedly fumbles with his top desk-drawer, and something inside sloshes. "Was there anything else, Warrant?"
[22:41:54] <Elsa> "…I think thats all, aren't there supposed to be doctors to you know…see whats wrong with us?" She says while getting closer to the door.
[22:44:25] <Oxford> "I've said as much, at Headquarters. At present… Warrant Elsa, I'm afraid I'm all you've got. And if it makes you feel better, you three are all I've got."
[22:45:10] <Oxford> "Do your best out there, and try to stay safe. If I come up with anything that might make it easier on you, I'll let you know."
[22:45:29] * Elsa frowns, "I don't think that makes me feel better but…thanks." She closes the door while waving goodbye.
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[19:04:35] <~Oxford> With autumn well under way, the faculty have at last decided to begin offering the much-anticipated weekend outings to Bougnetsport. After a short bus ride, Elsa and Caitlin, along with a few dozen other students, have arrived at the city center, ready for a relaxing day of shopping and sight-seeing.
[19:07:50] * Elsa looks around, maybe she'll find something better to cover her arm, though that won't be a problem for some months at least. She just focuses on looking for a ggood jacket at least, worst case scenario she can use her powers to light up a fire somewhere for heat.
[19:09:19] <~Oxford> Joslyn is back at the Academy, having drawn the short straw for who has to stay on-duty today. Westfield was quite insistent at least one of the squad be ready to go at any time.
[19:09:47] <Caitlin> Caitlin looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings, "Hm… Are there any items in particular you're looking to acquire?" She came to the school pretty prepared herself, so Caitlin doesn't strictly need much of anything. A pretty notebook or fancy pens would be neat, though.
[19:11:23] * Elsa quickly says, "Well, I need a good jacket or coat for the winter. I don't want to start a fire whenever I'm coldm maybe some pajamas too."
[19:12:57] <~Oxford> There are several likely-looking shops nearby. Bougnetsport is a minor trade port, and toward the old inner harbor are a number of stores boasting the latest in wartime fashions.
[19:14:22] <Caitlin> "Well, if it's not a bother, I'll follow with you for the time being. I don't have any urgent errands to run!"
[19:17:10] <Flaurentine> An orange strand sticks out of a nearby shop. Then another. And following behind both of them is a body not much taller than both of them, as they both flutter to her sides. And while her face is a familiar one, she's wearing an apparently-permanent blush and straightening out her outfit as she exits, with a faint smile. In contrast to the evident familiarity, she isn't bouncing off nearby walls or causing explosions, and her hair/outfit are nowhere near as ridiculous. In fact, she'd just be another passerby if not by how she stopped in her tracks to stare at Caitlin a few feet away.
[19:18:05] <Elsa> "Okay then!" She begins to walk confidently into the nearest clothing store hoping to find something that is relatively cheap and and good clothing, jackets and pajamas mostly.
[19:19:33] <Caitlin> Caitlin briefly makes eye contact with the strange girl. She quickly turns her head and whispers, "Elsa, wasn't that girl the unknown combatant from that battle…?"
[19:20:32] <Flaurentine> With a loud gasp the girl shrinks back and tries to step inside the building she just exited. Unfortunately for that notion it happens to be the clothing store.
[19:20:36] * Elsa doesn't really recognize the girl thats staring at Cait, she squints and shakes her head, "No idea, even if she was I wouldn't be able to know."
[19:23:09] * Flaurentine raises her head a bit and takes a deep breath while clinging to the doorway, clearly embarrassed by the blush on her face. Or maybe that's always there? Her stare into Caitlin's eyes deepens until it's shrouded in DETERMINATION, with a couple steps forward. "Ex… cuse me, Miss…"
[19:23:49] <~Oxford> Naturally, neither of them were around the night Joslyn found Flaurentine wandering around the Academy. She may've come up in conversation since then, but considering that night's other events, it's possible it escaped mention.
[19:24:21] * Elsa confidently walks into the store and begins looking at othere clothes, namely jackets, oh god she sure hopes she has enough money for this.
[19:24:38] <Caitlin> Caitlin appears a little unnerved by the girl's intense stare-she hadn't actually planned to confront the girl. "Ah! Y-yes, can I help you?" That's embarrassing, considering she'd just been talking about this girl.
[19:25:25] <Flaurentine> Even if her hairstyle's a totally different shape, her way-too-childish face is the same. And her uniform isn't something you see on everybody- and this is 1935 where young girls aren't out in the open all too often, anyway. So that said, she approaches with pleading eyes, jumping back upon being referred to. "Um… I-I just wanted…"
[19:26:18] <~Oxford> There's a wide selection of coats and jackets on display, what with winter on the way. This year's style seems to favor longer coats, though the muted coloring is probably the result of rationing rather than fashion.
[19:26:37] * Flaurentine widens her eyes before stopping herself in her own tracks. "I thought you were someone else, m-my deepest apologies!" Just as quickly as she started speaking she dashes away… uh, also into the clothing store she just exited and the others are going into. Whoops.
[19:26:50] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods encouragingly, unsure both of what the girl's getting at as well as how to answer her other than just letting her finish.
[19:29:43] * Elsa looks several over before finding one she likes…then she notices the price and puts it back. opting for one of the cheaper, and arguably crappier coats.
[19:30:19] <Caitlin> "But, wait! …My apologies." Well, huh. That has to be the same girl. An interview would probably be a good idea, but chasing her wouldn't be appropriate, would it? Caitlin simply hangs around by the door while Elsa shops-the girl would probably come back through this way.
[19:31:48] <~Oxford> On the street outside, passers-by leisurely move about their errands. A small crowd of shoppers and off-duty soldiers gather around some street performers doing scenes from a traditional Northern epic.
[19:32:15] * Flaurentine nervously starts looking through clothes that don't even fit her, apparently so embarrassed that she doesn't even notice. If you couldn't already GUESS by now, she bumps into Elsa at some point. "O-Oh, I'm sorry!" Her attitude has a hint of mystery to it, because her eyes say what her mouth doesn't. And they never shut up.
[19:34:11] <Caitlin> Whoa, are they really performing THAT here? Caitlin's attention is completely stolen away from the store as she is fascinated by the performance. She'd definitely read this epic.
[19:35:22] * Elsa glances at her before going back fishing for bargains in the coat rack, theough she does greet her with a "Hey you again."
[19:35:41] <~Oxford> The coat Elsa's selected seems sturdy enough, despite the price tag. Definitely a solid deal.
[19:37:45] <Flaurentine> She steps to the side. "I didn't mean… to get in your way." Halfway through the sentence she pauses like expecting something to happen, as made clear by how she looks around in the middle of it. "Ah, wo- I mean, Miss, would you happen to be… ah, what I mean is…" Blink and blink. And blink some more. Her voice is a pitch fitting to her form, but not a pleasant one to listen to considering how high it is. Or maybe it is to some people, but that wouldn't be a common opinion around such parts.
[19:39:28] * Elsa quickly rechecks to make sure its one size larger so she grows into it. And then she galnces to the shy timid girl. "Yes? Would I happen to be who?" She says before going back to checking out the coat and making sure it isnt torn anywhere.
[19:39:31] <~Oxford> "The Voyage of Dorn Veld," Caitlin realizes almost immediately. The scene is from the fifth book, a dramatic meeting between the poem's hero and the King of the South where he pleads for his kidnapped daughter to be returned to him. The acting is superb.
[19:40:44] <Caitlin> What's that? Go investigate the strange girl? Haha, no. Caitlin's more or less forgotten that she exists, at least for the moment. This is too grea to miss out on.
[19:41:42] <Flaurentine> "S-Sorry… I mean, your uniform, is it…" A very shy finger points outward assuming all the students came in their uniforms, despite the fact that they're clothing shopping of all things right now. Because they did, right?
[19:42:40] * Flaurentine stands still as if waiting for the sentence to finish itself. It doesn't.
[19:43:46] <Elsa> "Yeeees?" Elsa says while taking the coat all the way to the counter. She MIGHT have enough money for winter pajamas.
[19:43:54] <~Oxford> The coat is definitely in decent repair. It even has a removable quilted liner, so it won't be too hot for early spring or fall.
[19:44:48] <Flaurentine> Headshake headshake. Her strange hairstyle flutters along with her. "What I mean is, do… you know a Miss Par… no… kis?" While staring at the material of the coat herself, the girl takes her time to sound the name out. Of course she slinks back once Elsie actually approaches the counter.
[19:46:33] <~Oxford> Outside, the theatre group have reached the critical dramatic moment. With a crash, Dorn Veld (or rather, the actor portraying him) hurls the offered flagon of mead onto the street and swears vengeance. Several on-lookers are splashed by the frothy liquid, but they seem not to notice.
[19:49:01] * Elsa looks at the extremely timid girl and sighs, looks like the scarring on her face is scaring her, she wonders how thats doing.
[19:49:05] <Caitlin> Caitlin gasps and covers her mouth. What a passionate and thrilling performance! Maybe she should try to find a more formal play to attend on their next visit into town.
[19:49:38] <Flaurentine> Not much. With her permanent blush her eyes look like they're permanently glued to the ground.
[19:50:55] <~Oxford> There are pajamas deeper into the shop. Elsa will have enough money left for /maybe/ a flannel nightgown or some comfortable pants.
[19:51:35] <Flaurentine> "I'm… sorry, I just thought you… and your friend… and I…" It's obviously not going to get anywhere. But she jingles a little as she moves if that's a sign of anything.
[19:55:00] * Elsa sighs and turns to the girl leaving her shopping momentarily on hold. "And you…what?" She asks confused.
[19:55:41] <Flaurentine> "I want to thank her for helping me!" Still looking at the ground, her eyes shoot up at least for a second. And then back down because talking to scarred strangers is scarier than talking to normal strangers.
[19:57:18] <~Oxford> The scene ends with the Queen of the South interupting her husband's reply to wail that the Prince has been found dead. The chorus (in the role of nobles and soldiers of the Court of the South) gasp in unison and seize Dorn Veld en masse as he looks on in shock. They take a bow as one.
[19:57:26] <Elsa> "Thank who?" Now she really doesn't have any idea what the girl is talking about. And it show on her face.
[19:58:04] <Flaurentine> She gives out a loud gasp. "O-Oh no, I talked to someone from the wrong school, didn't I? I'm so sorry…"
[19:58:49] <Elsa> "No, you didn't even say a full name."
[19:59:51] <Flaurentine> And that spark in her eyes comes back as she speaks, but then fades again. "Oh! I'm sorry! It's Flaurentine il Via-" Pausing midsentence, she manages to look up only to see a face that says all that needs to be said. "O-Oh, her name… ah… it was…"
[20:00:47] * Flaurentine sounds out each syllable, still jingling coins from a pocket or something. "Joz… lin… Par… no-kiss? No-kiss… no-suss?"
[20:00:55] <Caitlin> Oh geez, not a tragic ending, not here. Having read the tale before, Caitlin should have been ready for it, but… nope. A few tears start running and she struggles not to start sobbing in public at the heartwrenching performance. What a weakling.
[20:02:33] * Elsa puts her hand on her chin as she thinks and tries to decypher the name that the the girl, "Joslyn Par-" She struggles a bit with the last name, "Parnoceus?"
[20:04:01] <~Oxford> The moan of an air raid siren cuts off any further conversation. In the shop, the store's owner rushes to close the door and usher everyone into the back room. In the street outside, the shoppers scatter, while the off-duty soldiers rush toward the port as a group.
[20:04:10] <Flaurentine> The smaller girl's head tilts. "Is that right? I couldn't remember, I'm sorry. She was nice to me and I wanted to repay her!" Every word is spoken really stuffily, like she had to spend the whole past week struggling to relearn manners. Well, rather, that IS what happened, but it's only somewhat obvious. Okay, it's really obvious. "So, if I talked to people with the same uniforms…"
[20:04:55] <Flaurentine> "… Ah!" The redhead jumps b- oh, Caitlin's a readhead too, can't say that. Still a jump.
[20:07:14] <Caitlin> Caitlin's escaped sob gets interrupted by the siren and converted into a question, "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah-t? E…Elsa! Aren't we responsible to take action?" Tears are still on her face, though she seems to have mentally recovered from the sobstory.
[20:08:26] <Elsa> "What the bloody hell?" Elsa looks up and then attempts to leave taking the oat with her, damn it girl you got me out of buyin a nice set of pajamas. "You girl, get to the shelter." If she isn't interrupted she will make her way to the bus.
[20:09:42] <~Oxford> By military law, even off-duty soldiers are expected to act during an emergency. The ones rushing toward the port certainly are.
[20:09:56] <Flaurentine> "W-Wait, you didn't answer my question!" Despite her size, said girl seems undisturbed by the sirens. Well, relatively, past the initial surprise. So if Elsa's able to escape from the ushering, she does too.
[20:10:34] <Caitlin> And of course Caitlin's not letting Elsa run off without her-she was still outside the shop where Elsa was looking for clothes when it went off, after all.
[20:11:17] <~Oxford> They make it out of the store in the confusion, as the streets rapidly empty. People are ducking inside any building not yet closed.
[20:11:36] * Elsa doesn't even try to stop the girl from following her.
[20:11:48] * Flaurentine doesn't even try to stop following her. Excellent teamwork already!
[20:13:47] <~Oxford> The rendezvous point was supposed to be the fountain in the town square, though as they arrive the bus is nowhere in sight. Perhaps it parked elsewhere, and would be back only to pick them up.
[20:14:34] * Elsa heads to the fountain then why didn't she think of that sooner?
[20:14:55] * Flaurentine clings to the circus freak- I mean lovely young lady without a surname in the dash there. Her thoughts are too scrambled to even remember what she's supposed to be doing there- ha ha, foreshadowing.
[20:15:46] <Caitlin> "You don't have one of… Those in your possession, do you?"
[20:17:00] <Elsa> "You think Westfield would let me carry one around? He probably thinks I'd light half the countryside on fire."
[20:17:01] <Flaurentine> "Ack! Y-You're the one!" The pronunciation of those is enough to provoke a reaction once the rendezvous happens. So, the small girl in a probably-unfamiliar uniform points straight at the other redhead's face.
[20:17:45] <~Oxford> From the port, the sound of AA guns firing flak can be heard clearly - a deep bang followed, high above, by a much fainter pop.
[20:18:01] * Flaurentine shrieks and instinctively ducks for cover.
[20:18:28] <Caitlin> Caitlin takes a step back, "Me? Did I do something wrong, miss? Please don't run away, aga-" Uh oh, better join in the cover-finding.
[20:19:54] * Elsa keeps on truckin' not bothering to stop until she reaches the fountain. She does stay away from the walls though don't want any building falling on her.
[20:20:31] <Flaurentine> A good deal of squinting is done before turning back with a hushed tone after making sure it's safe. "You're the first person I remember! But I… don't know why…" Of course, the first sentence could do with a little more clarification, but since there's no time for that she tries her best to emphasize the meaning of 'first' to refer to 'very first.'
[20:20:47] <~Oxford> The nearby alleys probably won't help much against a hit nearby, but at least reduce the odds of being hit by debris. No bombs have fallen yet, though the siren continues to blare.
[20:21:58] <Elsa> How far is the damn fountain anyways. Elsa keeps running.
[20:22:27] <Caitlin> "The first person? I know you're the girl I met during the encounter, but… Who are you and why were you even there?" Caitlin speaks quickly while she hurries after Elsa.
[20:22:53] <~Oxford> Elsa and Caitlin are in sight of the fountain, but there's no bus. The square is empty, though as they watch a military truck roars past on its way toward the docks.
[20:23:55] <Flaurentine> "That's what I mean!" She gives a pout, clearly too excited from the sirens. And maybe she falls behind the others in running- nope, definitely doesn't. "I don't remember anything before that… but I wanted to say I'm so-" Let's say truck noises cut that off because it's too perfect.
[20:24:52] <Caitlin> "Elsa, we're extremely vulnerable out here and we don't have our pendants to counter the enemy forces. We must find shelter!" Speaking even faster than before, Caitlin babbles, "You'resowhat?"
[20:25:55] <Elsa> "Just let me try something." She says looking up at the sky for one of the planes.
[20:26:04] <Flaurentine> "Sorry… for what happened!" She keeps running while ducking under things and whatnot. "Wasn't what I did… bad?"
[20:28:05] <Caitlin> "Bad? I… Don't THINK so. Engaging the enemy is surely appreciated. We were just confused by your sudden appearance." Then again, she might have done something else-something bad. Who knows.
[20:29:03] <~Oxford> The first bombs fall. Over the wail of the siren, a tremendous explosion can be heard, followed by shouts and screams. More explosions follow in quick succession.
[20:29:33] <Flaurentine> "But… I was told about how the enemy escaped… and we weren't enemies… and…" Well, maybe she wasn't told so much as saw it somehow. Or even better, she doesn't even remember how she knows. Scrambling is convenience. So, that said, after speaking little Flauri screams again.
[20:30:30] <Elsa> 2d6+6
[20:30:31] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+6: 16 [2d6=5,5]
[20:30:18] <Joslyn> It's at this point that a missile launches itself towards a bomber, forcing it to veer off course to dodge it. And there's only one thing that could have fired that…
[20:31:05] <Caitlin> "Covercovercover! Doesn't matter, miss. We need to find somewhere safe!" Haha, yeah right.
[20:31:19] * Joslyn touches down and hastily detransforms to not draw any more unneeded attention.
[20:31:43] <Flaurentine> "I'm sorry!" Of course she does duck down again, before looking up again with a blink. "Ah…"
[20:32:04] <Joslyn> "I don't think I need to tell you what our orders are." she's still wearing a focus pendant, and tosses one each to Caitlin and Elsa.
[20:32:19] <Joslyn> "Let's find an alley or something, quickly!"
[20:32:58] <Flaurentine> "Wait! You…" The twintailed little girl reaches out a hand to stop the iron maiden.
[20:33:03] <Elsa> 2d6+6 non-pendant magic
[20:33:03] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, non-pendant magic: 14 [2d6=3,5]
[20:33:17] <~Oxford> There are four bombers visible above, Elsa notices. They seem to be the same three-engined models she's fought before.
[20:34:33] <Caitlin> Caitlin clutches the pendant like it's the key to her survival. Actually, it probably is, considering that she's been shot up pretty bad by planes before and is well aware that she can't survive something like that without magic. "Oh, thank god." Her eyes are still a little red and puffy when she transforms, whipping up her pen and robes at maximum speed.
[20:34:34] * Elsa focuses on one of the flying contraptsion and tries to will a fireball to appear in front of her and then launch it towards the plane.
[20:35:30] <Caitlin> "Miss, stay here, I'll give you a shield."
[20:35:54] <Elsa> The fireball barely passes the building's height before dissipating
[20:36:14] * Elsa actually misses the pendant tossing but it hits her on the forehead right after her little show. She quickly grabs it and in a burst of conflagration transforms.
[20:36:46] <Flaurentine> "No! What I'm trying… to say is…" Her hands start feeling around her own clothing for something that almost definitely isn't going to be there. Something that is there is Caitlin's… actually, is that a feather pen?
[20:37:05] <Joslyn> "I can do you one better, I think." Liquid metal erupts from the pendant, coating Joslyn's body as she returns to her steel armored skirt and metal greaves. And today, her weapon of choice seems to be a giant missile launcher.
[20:37:54] <Caitlin> As a matter of fact, it IS a quill pen.
[20:38:28] <Flaurentine> And Flaurentine gets too close to it while trying to speak, giving herself a little tickle. "Ah…. ah…"
[20:38:29] <Joslyn> "We can talk later, okay Flauri?"
[20:38:50] * Flaurentine starts to give a nod before her eyes clamp closed. "Ah-CHOO!"
[20:39:45] <Flaurentine> And there are no helpless little girls in that scene anymore. All the helpless little girls that ARE in the city are probably in shelter by now. What timid redhead?
[20:40:20] * Elsa comes out of her transformation confused, "Where did that other girl go?"
[20:40:41] <~Oxford> Joslyn has her standard-issue radio headset/backpack, though the other two do not. Westfield's voice comes through: "Iron Maiden, Ground. Find them yet?"
[20:41:04] <Caitlin> "Ple-How did she do that…? No, irrelevant! We can't waste anymore time down here." Caitlin appears to consider the situation pretty urgent, having been helpless on the ground minutes ago.
[20:41:35] <Joslyn> "This is Iron Maiden, that's affirmative. Bookworm and Jester are on takeoff and preparing to engage."
[20:42:09] <~Oxford> "Copy, Maiden. Transferring you to Echo Whiskey. Ground out."
[20:42:48] <Joslyn> "Copy that. Echo Whiskey, this is Albean Air Squadron, callsign Iron Maiden. Please acknowledge."
[20:43:36] <Joslyn> "We have visual on four enemy bombers, waiting for clearance to engage."
[20:44:00] * Joslyn urges her allies to get airborne while ironing out the logistics.
[20:44:13] * Elsa slowly takes off, "I guess we gotta shoot these guys now huh?" And with that she's off. And hopefully the first one to engage the enemies.
[20:44:49] <~Oxford> The female voice from the other day answers. "Acknowledged, Flight. Ground gave me the brief. You're looking at 4 Victor-Victors on bombing runs over the city."
[20:45:09] <~Oxford> "You're cleared to fire; good hunting."
[20:45:34] <Caitlin> So be it. Caitlin floats upwards, ready to engage the enemies. "Quick and efficient to minimize civilian damage!" Those are some nice words she read in the books from the library.
[20:46:15] <Joslyn> "Roger. Iron Maiden, engaging!" Caitlin has the right idea. "Let's be systematic about this. Take them out one by one."
[20:48:08] <~Oxford> The bombers are passing over the outskirts of the city, bomb bays closing as they pull out of their runs and bank to head back out to sea. Their formation is tight, turrets covering each other's blindspots as they make for the sea.
[20:48:57] <Elsa> 4d6+9
[20:48:57] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 4d6+9: 25 [4d6=4,2,4,6]
[20:49:01] <Caitlin> hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
[20:49:02] <Elsa> 1d6
[20:49:02] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 4 [1d6=4]
[20:49:06] <Elsa> 29
[20:49:11] * Elsa huurrrrrrs
[20:49:36] <@Oxford> 4#2d6+5 Combat Box, for maximum defensive fire!
[20:49:37] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Combat Box, for maximum defensive fire!: 10 [2d6=4,1], 13 [2d6=4,4], 9 [2d6=3,1], 9 [2d6=3,1]
[20:49:53] <@Oxford> Nothing; hits all.
[20:50:03] <Elsa> 1d6+6
[20:50:04] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6+6: 11 [1d6=5]
[20:51:16] * Elsa rushes upwards in an explosion of flame, "Nonsene! Lets take the all down." And with that she begins spinning and a small sphere of flame sorrounds her, out of which several touges of flame shaped like snakes dart outwards and home into each enemy.
[20:53:40] <~Oxford> The enemy craft shudder as the flames lick at their sides. A waist-gunner's faint scream can be heard as the torrent of fire bursts through his post and sets him alight.
[20:53:43] * Joslyn isn't exactly sure how Elsa is able to make that work every time, but she can't pull off that level of stuff. She can, however, fire a pair of homing missiles at the nearest plane
[20:54:03] <@Joslyn> 2d6+8
[20:54:04] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 2d6+8: 15 [2d6=3,4]
[20:54:31] <Caitlin> Where did I miss turn order?
[20:54:44] <Caitlin> (the list, that is)
[20:54:47] <@Joslyn> It was never posted :V
[20:54:58] <@Oxford> 4#2d6+5 Fly in tight formations, they said. Be an impregnable fortress, they said.
[20:54:59] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Fly in tight formations, they said. Be an impregnable fortress, they said.: 16 [2d6=5,6], 8 [2d6=2,1], 10 [2d6=1,4], 12 [2d6=2,5]
[20:55:13] <@Joslyn> I only shot at one…
[20:55:24] <Elsa> inb4 multiclash
[20:55:26] <@Oxford> Yeah, never got a turn order. This new formation's a bitch, ain't it?
[20:55:58] <@Joslyn> In fairness, there's only one plane that could dodge it.
[20:55:58] <@Oxford> You'll take damage from one, but you can hit the one you were aiming at.
[20:56:12] <@Joslyn> 1d6 sidewinder lols
[20:56:13] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, sidewinder lols: 5 [1d6=5]
[20:56:41] <@Oxford> Heck yes, AIM-9.
[20:57:01] <@Oxford> 1d6-2 but take this much damage, DR already included.
[20:57:01] <Caitlin> Am I up?
[20:57:01] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, but take this much damage, DR already included.: -1 [1d6=1]
[21:01:04] <~Oxford> The planes are in a better formation this time - perhaps they've learned from their previous failures. The missiles draw a torrent of fire at Joslyn, but they strike home on the lead bomber, just ahead of the tail. Large chunks of frame fall away, and it barely hangs together.
[21:01:44] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 second incoming
[21:01:45] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, second incoming: 17 [2d6=5,4]
[21:02:16] <@Oxford> 4#2d6+5 They'll keep doing this until they can't anymore, it's what they get instead of being able to attack.
[21:02:17] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, They'll keep doing this until they can't anymore, it's what they get instead of being able to attack.: 10 [2d6=4,1], 15 [2d6=5,5], 12 [2d6=5,2], 10 [2d6=3,2]
[21:02:36] <Caitlin> 1d6
[21:02:37] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6: 1 [1d6=1]
[21:02:43] <Joslyn> Tink tink tink tink. Apparently lead isn't good at penetrating magic-infused steel. Joslyn's face shows absolutely no sign of pain.
[21:04:42] <Caitlin> Okay, okay, this word has to be something that won't blow up the city. Caitlin's pen sprays a splash of ink on the nearest plane. What's that splash look like? Gravity. She flies by and draws a strikethrough on the word, giving the plane a sudden, brief bump of reversed gravity.
[21:05:49] <Joslyn> "Go on to the next one, Jester!"
[21:07:36] <~Oxford> For something built to fly, the aircraft certainly doesn't respond well to losing gravity. The sudden change in forces yanks it upward like heavy turbulence, eliciting an immense groan as the wings warp under the strain.
[21:10:34] <~Oxford> The radio on Joslyn's back lets out a squawk. "Flight, Echo Whiskey! You've got bandits coming in at 250 and 300. Looks like four more Vic-Vics, heading for the docks!"
[21:11:09] <Joslyn> "Roger. Isn't there a friendly AA battalion there?"
[21:12:28] <~Oxford> "Unsure. Probably militia units down there; they don't co-ord with us. Watch for friendly fire."
[21:13:23] <Joslyn> "Roger. We're remaining in this quadrant to sanitize local airspace of bombers before merging with the second squadron."
[21:15:24] <~Oxford> "Advise: Those bombers are empty, flight; the inbounds are fully-loaded. Course of action?"
[21:16:26] <Joslyn> "…" Joslyn thinks about it. Probably harder than she should.
[21:16:34] <@Joslyn> 2d6+6 sharp
[21:16:34] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, sharp: 10 [2d6=3,1]
[21:18:08] <Joslyn> "Give the AA team time to thin the herd. We'll try to bounce this squadron before heading over ASAP."
[21:18:15] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 sharp to hear
[21:18:16] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, sharp to hear: 12 [2d6=2,2]
[21:19:50] <Joslyn> "Jester, Bookworm, listen up! If you wanna take one more swipe to keep anyone from telling the enemy about us, take one shot, then egress on heading 270!"
[21:21:29] <Elsa> "Okay, I can do that!"
[21:21:45] <Caitlin> "I… Do you want me to stay back and finish these, if you both engage the urgent targets?"
[21:22:43] <Joslyn> "We'll see once we're done here!" Joslyn fires another pair of missiles, at the wounded bird as well as one nearby.
[21:22:53] <@Joslyn> 3d6+10
[21:22:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 3d6+10: 21 [3d6=3,5,3]
[21:23:15] <@Joslyn> Primary target is the lesser wounded plane
[21:23:39] <@Oxford> 4#2d6+5 safety in numbers
[21:23:40] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, safety in numbers: 15 [2d6=4,6], 8 [2d6=1,2], 10 [2d6=2,3], 13 [2d6=3,5]
[21:23:52] <@Joslyn> So much for that
[21:24:01] <@Oxford> 1d6
[21:24:01] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 5 [1d6=5]
[21:24:02] <@Joslyn> 1d6+2
[21:24:02] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 1d6+2: 8 [1d6=6]
[21:25:01] <Joslyn> "If there's just one left, then sure. Any more and I dont wanna risk it."
[21:27:44] <~Oxford> The first missile races through the hole in the lead bomber's fuselage and explodes spectacularly, leaving the other craft to swerve through the cloud of debris. The second strikes squarely on the leftmost bomber's right engine, and a gout of thick black smoke gushes out.
[21:27:22] <Caitlin> 3d6+8 attacking the injured one and one more
[21:27:22] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, attacking the injured one and one more: 21 [3d6=4,4,5]
[21:27:58] <@Oxford> 4#2d6+5
[21:27:58] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 4#2d6+5: 10 [2d6=3,2], 15 [2d6=6,4], 13 [2d6=3,5], 11 [2d6=2,4]
[21:28:06] <@Oxford> 1d6
[21:28:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 6 [1d6=6]
[21:28:09] <@Joslyn> Should only be 3 now
[21:28:21] <Caitlin> >21
[21:28:23] <@Oxford> oh damn, good point; I'll reroll.
[21:28:29] <@Oxford> 3#2d6+5
[21:28:30] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 3#2d6+5: 12 [2d6=2,5], 16 [2d6=6,5], 13 [2d6=6,2]
[21:28:31] <Caitlin> No, that's not necessary
[21:28:44] <@Oxford> 1d6 err
[21:28:44] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, err: 4 [1d6=4]
[21:28:53] <Caitlin> There was another 6
[21:28:54] <@Oxford> 1d6
[21:28:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[21:28:57] <Caitlin> 20 and ?
[21:29:00] <Caitlin> 16
[21:30:32] <Caitlin> "Please do not underestimate me- I've been studying!" On one plane, Caitlin scribbles Positive and on the other she writes Negative. Opposites attract.
[21:33:02] <~Oxford> The two bombers quiver in mid-air before slamming together, wing-against-wing. The impact shears off the right-most aircraft's engine, and rips the left plane's wing clean off. One bomber spirals down toward the ocean while the otherstruggles to stay airborne.
[21:33:03] <Elsa> 3d6+6 oh boy taking one Magic OC
[21:33:04] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, oh boy taking one Magic OC: 10 [3d6=2,1,1]
[21:33:59] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+5 Multi is fine, though; face the fury
[21:34:00] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Multi is fine, though: 9 [2d6=3,1], 16 [2d6=6,5]
[21:34:04] <@Oxford> 1d6
[21:34:05] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 4 [1d6=4]
[21:34:25] <@Oxford> 1d6 No love. Take some damage instead.
[21:34:25] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, No love. Take some damage instead.: 6 [1d6=6]
[21:36:42] * Elsa readies up a massive ball of fire and gets ready to launch it,"TAKE THIS!" she yells out but it explodes prematurely…thankfully Elsa didn't get hurt at all from that.
[21:40:01] <~Oxford> From the rear plane's belly-turret, a stream of glowing tracers lash out, finally finding their mark despite the gunner's panic. Elsa's body is wracked with pain as the arcing fire dances across her torso.
[21:40:29] <Joslyn> Aaaand that's enough of that. "Echo Whiskey, this is Iron Maiden. We're heading towards the next bomber formation, what's the picture look like?"
[21:41:31] <Caitlin> Caitlin winces as Elsa's hit, "Move on to the next target. I'll see our engagement through here and catch up with you."
[21:41:48] * Elsa winces and yells out in pain before coughing loudly, looks like she got the air knocked out of her.
[21:42:17] <~Oxford> "Two groups of two, Maiden. I'm picking up something weird, though. Might be a third contact. Keep your head on a swivel."
[21:42:27] <Elsa> "I'll bloody…" She says between rasped breaths before going into a fit of coughs.
[21:44:16] <Joslyn> "Negative, Bookworm! We're gonna need you with this second squadron!"
[21:45:31] <Caitlin> "But if these two escape, we're practically writing a book full of intelligence and shipping it to them!"
[21:45:39] <~Oxford> The two remaining bombers from the first group put on some distance as they head back for Novgoraad. One might not make it - flames can be seen from the left engine - but the other certainly will. The girls' time to decide is running out.
[21:46:30] <Joslyn> "…okay. Disengage if you get hurt, but go for it. Jester, sit on my wing, we're gonna take on this second flight."
[21:46:56] * Elsa finishes her coughing fit, "Okay, I'm on it."
[21:47:12] <Elsa> "Lets do it Jos!"
[21:48:05] <Joslyn> "Echo Whiskey, Bookworm is staying behind to finish off the first flight. Jester and I are inbound to the next squad."
[21:49:11] <~Oxford> The four bombers are converging on the port. One group is coming in low and near the water; the other high and on a perpendicular path. Both will be crossing their targets momentarily.
[21:50:09] <Joslyn> "We have to take one out and hope the AA guns can deal with the other. You with me, Elsa?"
[21:50:35] <Elsa> "I'll take the high ones!" Elsa yells out gaining altitude.
[21:51:00] <Joslyn> "Let's take them both!"
[21:52:39] <Caitlin> 3d6+8 double up
[21:52:40] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, double up: 15 [3d6=1,5,1]
[21:53:24] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+5 These poor guys.
[21:53:24] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, These poor guys.: 11 [2d6=3,3], 9 [2d6=2,2]
[21:53:53] <Caitlin> 1d6+2
[21:53:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6+2: 5 [1d6=3]
[21:54:53] <Caitlin> Caitlin writes the word Return in the air, magically dragging the planes back against their engines' thrust.
[21:58:37] <@Joslyn> 3d6+10+2
[21:58:38] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 3d6+10+2: 19 [3d6=1,4,2]
[21:58:56] <~Oxford> The damaged plane, working on only two engines, doesn't have enough power to keep its airspeed up. Caitlin's attack stops it dead in midair and gravity takes over, plunging the stricken craft into an unrecoverable nosedive. The final bomber chugs and coughs, but breaks free even as its rudder is torn to shreds by the enchantment.
[21:59:50] <Elsa> 5d6+6 Oh god what am I doing I am not good with OC
[21:59:51] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, Oh god what am I doing I am not good with OC: 32 [5d6=5,5,4,6,6]
[22:00:16] <Elsa> 2d6
[22:00:17] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6: 7 [2d6=3,4]
[22:04:03] <@Joslyn> 2d6+10 dodging MB
[22:04:03] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, dodging MB: 16 [2d6=4,2]
[22:05:28] * Elsa puts herself in front of the top pair of flying enemy planes and on an impulse to get this done as quickly as possible she clenches her fists and lets loose two large fiery hands that get hold of the enemy planes and try to crush them in their melting grip. Afterwards though…
[22:09:10] <Elsa> Elsa's arms don't stop sprouting fire oh and the fire that sprouts from her arms starts spraying fire everywhere, on the clouds, on the water, on the other planes, on Joslyn, on Elsa. The sea lights up and is on fire, and the nearby clods too! Afterwards Elsa begins falling and falling, untransformed.
[22:10:15] * Joslyn wastes no time following that up - keeping Elsa from drowning is paramount
[22:12:16] <Flaurentine> Falling and falling and falling… Elsa's momentum increases and increases until there isn't any anymore. *POMF*
[22:12:55] <Flaurentine> … What IS there is a couple of red spirals falling in the OPPOSITE direction.
[22:15:48] * Elsa gasps as she falls down and yelps in surprise at the other sudden change of velocity and she sees the other girl, when she looks at her face it all comes to gether, "ITS YOU!" She says as she points at her and then hugs her out of fear, oh god they aren't falling are they?
[22:15:50] <Flaurentine> "Hold on, everybody! It's okay now~!" Exaggeratedly, a couple little wing ornaments flutter on the little girl's back as her eyes sparkle, and her hand- yeah don't look at those.
[22:17:05] <~Oxford> The two bombers have completely disappeared - only a rain of coin-sized bits of scrap metal remain to fall like rain against the girls. Far below, the two bombers begin to rise as pull away, bomb-bay doors closing while they're still well out in the harbor.
[22:17:37] <~Oxford> The second two, rather. The first two are no more.
[22:19:14] <Flaurentine> "Waaaah! You were supposed to be back at th- oof!" The savior finds herself being tugged by the hair now as Elsa slides down, because that's the longest part of her body. So while they're still suspended midair, it's barely so. "Aah aah aah aah, stop that!"
[22:20:15] <Elsa> "Whats going on!?"
[22:21:27] <Elsa> 2d6+6 REVIVE
[22:21:28] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, REVIVE: 12 [2d6=5,1]
[22:22:26] <Elsa> 1d6 resolve gained?
[22:22:27] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, resolve gained?: 3 [1d6=3]
[22:22:59] * Flaurentine tugs her own radio transceiver or whatnot, then pokes it a couple times but shrugs it off and continues anyway. Who knows, maybe she doesn't know how it works? Or if it even works at all. "I-I was really scared about what'd happen so I asked to come help and then-" … A long pause. "… Where are we?"
[22:23:43] <Caitlin> mind readan for free action read enemy
[22:24:09] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 sharp
[22:24:10] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, sharp: 10 [2d6=1,1]
[22:25:04] * Elsa finally regains he composure but she looks a bit too worn out for her own good. She focuses on her pendant and she bursts into flames once again, though these are painless, even for Flauri. Her jester costume has been burnt off at some places.
[22:25:20] <Elsa> None of which are embarrasingly revealing.
[22:25:47] <Caitlin> Caitlin stared hard at the fleeing plane, trying to absorb as much information as possible to use against i-wait, what are those words floating around it? Definitely not put there by her… And too blurry to make sense of. Weeeeeird.
[22:26:02] <Joslyn> "Flauri! Get her out of combat, then follow me!"
[22:26:10] <Flaurentine> Painless, but that doesn't stop her from smelling something burning and sniffing a couple times before shrieking and letting go- fortunately now it's okay since the Jester can actually fly again.
[22:26:04] <Caitlin> 2d6+8 okay, now attack
[22:26:05] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, okay, now attack: 12 [2d6=3,1]
[22:26:14] <Elsa> good old cait is back
[22:26:27] <@Oxford> 2d6+5 gotta see my wife and kids!
[22:26:28] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, gotta see my wife and kids!: 14 [2d6=6,3]
[22:26:42] <@Oxford> 1d6 I'M COMING HOME
[22:26:43] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, I'M COMING HOME: 3 [1d6=3]
[22:26:53] <Caitlin> ;_;
[22:26:57] <@Oxford> 1d6 machineguns you for
[22:26:57] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, machineguns you for: 4 [1d6=4]
[22:27:13] <Flaurentine> Is that going to stop her from TRYING HER BEST? Well, of course not. "O-Okay!" Eyes closed, a left hand (on a right arm) reaches out toward Elsa and starts energizing or something. Of course nothing happens.
[22:27:44] <Caitlin> Maybe she shouldn't have spent so long staring and more time actually attacking, because Caitlin turned herself into a sitting duck there for a minute.
[22:28:48] <Elsa> "I think…I'm going to sit this one out." Elsa says as she slowly returns to town in case something extreme happens, thankfully she was already wearing her jacket when she transformed the first time.
[22:28:55] <Joslyn> Rage flares up in Joslyn's mind as a swarm of missiles flies at the retreating bombers.
[22:29:04] <~Oxford> The spine turret opens up, and a lance of pain stabs into her shoulder as the bullets find their mark. The enemy bomber hasn't slowed down a bit, and they are now well out to sea.
[22:29:04] <@Joslyn> 4d6+6
[22:29:05] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 4d6+6: 23 [4d6=6,6,3,2]
[22:29:13] <@Joslyn> 2d6 oh boy
[22:29:14] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, oh boy: 6 [2d6=3,3]
[22:30:23] <Flaurentine> Well, you know, 'retreats' isn't the right word because that implies she does it on her own. Flauri peps up as she starts on her way with a "Wait, don't mo-" *POMF*. … Well, she'll end up somewhere CLOSE to town at least!
[22:30:29] <@Oxford> 2#2d6+5 We're all gonna die.
[22:30:29] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, We're all gonna die.: 12 [2d6=1,6], 15 [2d6=5,5]
[22:30:36] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:30:36] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 6 [1d6=6]
[22:30:45] <@Oxford> Both hit
[22:30:56] <@Joslyn> 1d6+8
[22:30:57] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 1d6+8: 12 [1d6=4]
[22:32:16] * Joslyn yells several obscenities, masked by the sound of exploding missiles.
[22:33:12] <~Oxford> Two more missiles, two more hits. The first streaks into the lead plane's engine, blowing it from its mounting, while the second goes off just in front of the rear plane's cockpit. Shrapnel kills the enemy pilot instantly and leaves his co-pilot scrambling with the controls.
[22:33:51] <~Oxford> Suddenly, a foreign voice crackles over the radio, accent deep and melodic Gaulia. "Can't let you do that, girls!"
[22:34:59] <@Oxford> 7d6+8 But Joslyn better be glad she max'd Defense this turn
[22:35:00] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, But Joslyn better be glad she max'd Defense this turn: 29 [7d6=4,2,1,5,2,6,1]
[22:35:09] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:35:09] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[22:35:13] <@Joslyn> Oh god what
[22:35:14] <Flaurentine> I… holy shit
[22:35:15] <Elsa> holy shit what?
[22:35:31] <@Oxford> he only keeps the best two, chill
[22:35:54] <@Oxford> 9+5+8 is 22
[22:35:54] <@Oxford> 9+5+8 is 22
[22:36:14] <@Joslyn> 4d6+10 sigh
[22:36:15] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, sigh: 18 [4d6=2,3,2,1]
[22:36:23] <@Joslyn> Ow.
[22:36:42] <Flaurentine> welp, can't do anything about that
[22:36:44] <@Oxford> 3d6 relax, same rule
[22:36:45] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, relax, same rule: 9 [3d6=3,3,3]
[22:39:03] * Flaurentine flutters around. "Who- wha-!" Clearly, she's not in the mood to do her job right with the effects of the transformation. Air starts warping around her like it doesn't even know where it wants to be anymore.
[22:39:25] <Joslyn> "wh-" thunk. That kinda stung a bit.
[22:39:36] <~Oxford> A bizarre fighter streaks down on Joslyn from above, arrays of machineguns barking as it passes by her in a blur. Bullets strike her armor at all angles, richocheting wildly. She feels a trickle of warmth on her check as one gazes just below her eye.
[22:40:06] <Joslyn> "Echo, got anything on that fighter?!?"
[22:40:49] <Flaurentine> 4d6+3 going straight for funtimes on the one that just shot if they've all acted now
[22:40:49] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, going straight for funtimes on the one that just shot if they've all acted now: 23 [4d6=5,6,6,3]
[22:40:54] <Flaurentine> 2d6 yeah love you too
[22:40:55] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, yeah love you too: 12 [2d6=6,6]
[22:40:58] <Flaurentine> 2d6 … Huh.
[22:40:59] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, … Huh.: 9 [2d6=5,4]
[22:41:13] <~Oxford> "N-negative, Flight!" The early-warning operator's voice betrays a hint of panic. "Signature's tiny; I've never seen anything like it!"
[22:43:29] <@Oxford> 7d6+7 though…
[22:43:29] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, though…: 27 [7d6=6,2,3,3,1,4,1]
[22:43:37] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:43:37] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 1 [1d6=1]
[22:43:36] <Flaurentine> "Go over there! Go over there!" In a panic, the poor fighter of a small girl starts waving around at the air, faster and faster as particles start distorting and scrambling themselves. It even looks like it's coming out at the fighter that fired at Joslyn in a SHOCKWAVE of some kind… only it's a shockwave made of air blowing itself up. It probably doesn't feel good to get caught in.
[22:44:07] <Flaurentine> 1d6+12+1 herp
[22:44:08] <@Oxford> so 1d6+12, is it?
[22:44:09] <DiceMaid-9001> Flaurentine, herp: 19 [1d6=6]
[22:45:52] <@Oxford> So Jos needs to roll to dodge the burst, again.
[22:46:19] <@Oxford> 7d6+9 and guess who else does
[22:46:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, and guess who else does: 35 [7d6=3,5,1,5,6,3,3]
[22:46:28] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:46:29] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 5 [1d6=5]
[22:46:46] <@Joslyn> I should be out of house range given how far away it kited
[22:46:46] <Caitlin> 1d1-1+9+5+5+6
[22:46:47] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d1-1+9+5+5+6: 25 [1d1=1]
[22:49:10] <Flaurentine> "-Shooting at us!" A hand is brought up to the weird little girl's mouth as her eyes widen again- th *POMF* There she is a few meters above the enemy plane, looking ar- *POMF* … Suddenly everybody starts finding themselves in positions they weren't in. When you're flying a plane and suddenly at a different altitude it's probably not the most pleasant of experiences. In fact, she even starts audibly hiccupping (through the radio too) as it happens. And then partway through it all, "Stop-"
[22:51:47] <~Oxford> The enemy fighter bucks and flips end over end, pieces ripping from its fragile frame. The pilot sees the blast coming in and rocks the throttle to maximum, barely escaping from the magical discharge's area of effect.
[22:52:49] * Joslyn gets blown back but was outside the range of damage.
[22:52:56] <Flaurentine> "Oops, I did-" The warper's mouth keeps moving to the sound of… well, no sound. Her face looks dejected, but in a dogfight is anyone really looking at little girls' faces? If they are they should probably be rethinking their military careers about now.
[22:53:48] * Elsa looks at the bright magical explosion from one of the town's roofs and heads out to help whoever got caught in it.
[22:53:57] <~Oxford> "Damn!" then enemy pilot's voice crackles over the radio. "Next time, Albaean witches! Next time!" The enemy fighter speeds off toward the sea.
[22:55:18] <@Joslyn> 3d6+7
[22:55:18] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, 3d6+7: 23 [3d6=6,4,6]
[22:55:24] <@Joslyn> 2d6 oops
[22:55:24] <DiceMaid-9001> Joslyn, oops: 7 [2d6=3,4]
[22:56:32] <Joslyn> One missile still is able to be shot at the fleeing ace
[22:56:53] <@Oxford> 7d6+9 +2d6 to follow, special move
[22:56:54] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, +2d6 to follow, special move: 38 [7d6=4,1,6,4,3,6,5]
[22:57:11] <@Oxford> 2d6 explosions from main roll, give me a sec
[22:57:11] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, explosions from main roll, give me a sec: 11 [2d6=6,5]
[22:57:16] <@Oxford> 1d6
[22:57:17] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 2 [1d6=2]
[22:57:55] <@Oxford> 2d6 so here's his counterattack.
[22:57:55] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, so here's his counterattack.: 6 [2d6=2,4]
[22:58:32] <@Oxford> Alright. You're at -6 Sharp (who said anything about damage)
[23:01:28] <~Oxford> The enemy interceptor spins and arcs gracefully, losing the missile with a quick flick of his nose that turns into a backward somersault.
[23:03:44] <~Oxford> He dives low and away, and as Joslyn follows she notices a small tube protruding from the rear of the airplane. As a small ball shoots out from it, Joslyn has just enough time to focus her eyes on the magnesium flare before it goes off, blinding her in a white-hot flash of light.
[23:05:18] <Caitlin> 3d6+6 I hate this clown
[23:05:19] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, I hate this clown: 19 [3d6=4,4,5]
[23:05:25] <Caitlin> ~
[23:05:46] <@Oxford> 2d6+5 this clown is just following orders, maaaaan
[23:05:47] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, this clown is just following orders, maaaaan: 11 [2d6=5,1]
[23:06:12] <Joslyn> "@.@" Joslyn is blinded, and decides to not pursue any further. She can figure out how to turn a 180 and head back towards land.
[23:07:47] <Joslyn> "Echo Whiskey, this is Iron Maiden. All enemy bogies are downed or no factor. Permission to return to base?"
[23:08:29] <Joslyn> "I'm flying blind, so I'm gonna need some help from your radar, okay?"
[23:09:32] <Caitlin> 1d6+2
[23:09:33] <DiceMaid-9001> Caitlin, 1d6+2: 6 [1d6=4]
[23:09:48] <~Oxford> "Say again, blind? Weather report shows clear skies, Iron Maiden."
[23:10:06] * Elsa arrives at the scene still worn out but no more than the rest of the of the girls, well except Jos because she's blinded. She goes up to her and taps her on the shoulder, and says "Hey you alright?"
[23:10:08] <Caitlin> Time to finish this affair. Caitlin speeds up and closes the distance until she can reach out to write "Self-Destruct" on the plane before taking off towards the others as fast as possible. That thing's gonna blow.
[23:11:11] <Flaurentine> "Uh…. Uh…. Uh!" Scrambling (ho ho), the littlest dogfighter grabs around at the air and pulls, trying to get Caitlin somewhere safe provided that was the last of the bombers. Herself too.
[23:11:18] <Joslyn> "That last fighter dropped a flare right in front of me. I cant see worth a crap."
[23:12:24] <~Oxford> As Caitlin speeds back to Bougnetsport, the fleeing bomber behind her detonates without warning. Caitlin doesn't even look back.
[23:12:45] <Joslyn> Whether that's directed at Elsa or the radar operator is anyone's guess
[23:13:41] <Caitlin> Caitlin reaches Flaurentine safely enough, "Miss, are you and the others alright? How did you get here?"
[23:13:59] <~Oxford> "Ah… roger. Maintain height; I'll vector a unit to you."
[23:14:39] <Flaurentine> "-to be alright!" Flaurentine nods and moves her mouth, before realizing what's wrong. She even pauses and then points to the air as "Everything seems like it's-" rings out from nowhere a few seconds later.
[23:15:03] * Elsa grabs Jos as one would help support someone with a hurt leg or foot and begins flying slowly towards the base.
[23:15:10] <Flaurentine> … Curiously, 'going' is lost to the world. There's another pause before the bizarre magician shakes her head.
[23:16:03] <Caitlin> "…I, ah, see. Please follow me." Caitlin leads on after the other pair. They had a lot of explaining to do, odds are.
[23:16:25] <Joslyn> "Thanks Elsa." This sucks. Operational Security was ruined, Gualian magic users were likely gonna pop up any day now, and the three of them would be blamed for it - all because she couldn't hit one plane. "dammit…"
[23:16:55] * Flaurentine taps the radio transceiver on her uniform- in fact, it's entirely possible that it's fake. But at least she THINKS it works. "This is… uh, Court Magician!" And she just came up with it right then, which is in really bad practice. "All clear!"
[23:17:13] <~Oxford> The attack has been beaten back, but at terrible cost. In the harbor below, the tanker AMS Stougon burns, listing heavily to one side. The militia units defending the harbor have taken serious casualties, and several storefronts and warehouses smoke gently in the afternoon breeze. The shouts of firefighters and wounded alike waft up from below, along with the smell of burning oil.
[23:18:45] <Flaurentine> Being comically bad at military operations can have its plot relevance later. The weirdness is already starting to fade from Flauri's eyes as she gives Caitlin one nod, focusing to give them a BIG jump forward in their air-treating.
[23:19:14] <Joslyn> "Dammit…DAMMIT!" the second she touches down, something (or someone) is getting punched with a steel gauntlet. "I shoulda gotten here sooner…we coulda stopped this."
[23:22:20] <Caitlin> "Oh, miss, I didn't introduce myself. Caitlin O'Connell, pleased to make your acquaintance."
[23:24:49] <Flaurentine> Another nod. She wouldn't dare speak her name before landing, so the nod is all that happens until they're finally in range to warp to land. And when they do, her hair becomes a lot less silly-looking and miscellaneous changes happen, like the ridiculous hands reverting. In fact, she doesn't even remember her own title for a minute. "War…" An obvious pause as she fears the cutout. It doesn't happen. "Warrant Officer Flamenca… ah… b-but you may call me Flaurentine. Or even Flauri if it's too hard…" Calming down, calming down.
[23:26:09] <Caitlin> Caitlin nods, "What happened to you, Miss Flaurentine?"
[23:27:24] <Flaurentine> "My… uh…" Grasping the air a couple times with her right hand to make sure it's a right hand, said hand reaches to her chest and grasps the focus pendant she's wearing. "My powers are… difficult to control. I hope I haven't… inconvenienced anybody…"
[23:28:11] <Caitlin> "I'm sure you've done no such thing. Shall we catch up with the others?"
[23:29:42] <Flaurentine> "P-Please." That means no more teleports, though. She even extends a hand to make sure they're both able to walk okay after how difficult of a battle it supposedly was, and now it's so much more apparent that there's a permanent blush on little Flauri's face.
[23:31:41] <Caitlin> She's just a kid, so there's nothing weird about Caitlin leading Flaurentine to rejoin the others by the hand. "Appears as though she's fine. How are the two of you holding up?"
[23:32:38] <Joslyn> "I…I…" Joslyn just sighs as her sight (very slowly) starts to return. As the other three draw closer to her, they can feel a primal want resting inside them. Easily controlled, but waiting for a spark. Begging to be let free.
[23:33:06] <Joslyn> There's also the rosy haze that covers the four of them by now.
[23:34:09] <Caitlin> "You…? Were you injured by the second wave, Joslyn?"
[23:34:31] <Flaurentine> And when you're practically permanently blushing, it turns your face totally read. Even after having calmed down completely, Flaurentine is no stranger to this. "Excuse us… what's…" Looking down, she quickly lets go of the hand for some reason.
[23:34:48] * Elsa begins to feel all hazy being so close around Joslyn and helping her well, its a bit…wierd.
[23:35:58] <Joslyn> "N-not terribly. Just got hit by a flare…s-sorry." The desires are there. All it would take is a gentle nudge, for passion to overthrow reason. But that nudge has yet to show itself.
[23:36:43] * Joslyn rubs her eyes, unaware that she's blushing almost as much as Flauri is.
[23:37:20] <Flaurentine> "Then… if… safe…" She's quite visibly flustered, looking around as if being taken over by something again. And the look on her face shows she thinks it's her own. "Then… mission…" After having let go, the hand regrasps Caitlin's again and pulls closer, cuddling up innocently.
[23:39:20] <Caitlin> "You ought to be careful. There's only a few of us, you know. What about you, Elsa?" Caitlin currently seems very preoccupied by the other "witches"'s safety. "Oh… Is something wrong, Fla-uri." Her voice broke off halfway through the name when she realized what she was saying, but continued anyway. Miss Flaurentine's stuffy for a kid.
[23:40:11] <Flaurentine> "Sor… ry." It's hard to even get that out. But it turns into full-on snuggling. "… Tired."
[23:40:18] <Joslyn> "I…yeah…you too, okay?"
[23:40:19] * Elsa untransformes in a slow sizzling fire as she helps Joslyn to the locker room with the others in tow. "Okay, We're at the locker room. I feel…fine, just really tired and hurt. I might have been dead if it wasn't for Flauri."
[23:40:48] * Flaurentine tries to give a playful giggle. "I'm glad."
[23:41:23] <Joslyn> "th-thanks. I owe you one." Joslyn removes her pendant, reverting too her school uniform. "…some field trip, huh?"
[23:41:48] <Caitlin> Caitlin gave the little redhead a pat. Cute kid. "I'm fine; escaping bombers didn't get away. I told you that you could trust me."
[23:42:10] <Joslyn> The rosy haze is still present, and even thicker if possible. Something had to happen, but to whom was still a mystery.
[23:42:33] <Joslyn> "…" Joslyn pokes her index fingers together at Caitlin's remark.
[23:42:37] <Joslyn> "Uhh…"
[23:42:42] * Flaurentine nods along, confirming Caitlin's words. Though she shows visible discontent at her uniform being different than the others'.
[23:43:59] <Elsa> "…Today was a disaster." She says, "At least I got my jacket and it didn't get burnt off. TOo bad I'm gonna need another trip to get my pajamas."
[23:44:16] <Caitlin> Caitlin appears confused, "I thought everything went okay on your side?"
[23:45:02] <Flaurentine> "My… My deepest apologies!" The stuffy kid looks up at Elsa with apologetic eyes. "I didn't mean to waste your time, I just…"
[23:45:08] <Joslyn> "An escort fighter. Came in guns blazing, dropped a flare before I was able to even line up a good shot. Flauri smashed him good though…"
[23:45:24] <Joslyn> "But not good enough."
[23:46:18] <Caitlin> Caitlin gave Flauri a little squeeze, "I told you that you're not a problem! …Oh, well, even still! One had to get away eventually, didn't they?"
[23:46:49] <Joslyn> "But…he knew! Called me a witch and everything!"
[23:47:10] * Flaurentine shoots a downcast look while going through all the necessary changing, most importantly removing her focus pendant and glaring at it. But, she can only end up reverting to that soft smile.
[23:47:29] <Elsa> "Then they already knew about magic, or at least from the first planes that escaped a while ago,"
[23:47:36] <Caitlin> "Then they didn't learn anything, if he already knew about us." Caitlin changes back, too.
[23:47:49] <Joslyn> "I just…if they start making magic, because that one fighter didn't get shot down…it'll all be my fault…" Joslyn puts her face into Cairlin's chest, sobbing.
[23:48:42] <Flaurentine> "Can magic…" Flauri's head tilts to the side now that she has nothing to do but stand in place and wait for the others. "… Be 'made?'"
[23:48:55] <Caitlin> Caitlin pulls everyone into a group hug around Joslyn, "No, it's not your fault. This getting out was inevitable, and they already knew!"
[23:49:41] <Joslyn> "R-really?"
[23:49:42] * Elsa looks unconfortably at the pair… with a blush on her face. She coughs once to get their attention. "Well if they already knew then no harm done, don't bead yourselves over what already happened!"
[23:51:05] <Caitlin> "Really. Nothing's changed!" Caitlin gives Joslyn a gentle pat on the back, "So please calm down. Aren't you supposed to be the leader?"
[23:52:22] <Joslyn> "R-right…" Trying to dry the tears, Joslyn stands back up. "Flauri, you should talk to whoever is your boss. Kate, can you fill in Westfield?"
[23:52:26] * Flaurentine happily embraces the group as they all do so, anyway, especially with her permablush on making it look silly. "P-Please don't worry… at least you're… you're safe, right?"
[23:53:04] <Flaurentine> Another nod before stuffychild salutes once. "Yes ma'am. He'll… be, um, pleased to know you're alright too, I'm sure."
[23:53:15] * Elsa succumbs to the group hug as she hugs the rest of them back, "We're all safe, just tired."
[23:53:35] * Joslyn hands in her pendant too. "Thanks. You…you wanna do something later tonight? Just us?"
[23:53:44] <Caitlin> Redhead number 1 nods, "Yes, but what about you? Do you need to deal with something else?"
[23:54:32] <Joslyn> "I just…" a sigh. "I burned through a lot of magic. I just wanna make sure I'm too hurt and stiff."
[23:54:54] <Joslyn> "But if you wanted to later…"
[23:55:23] <Flaurentine> Redhead number two gives a curtsey. "I… should report to the Major, yes. Um…. t-thank you all for all your help." It's obvious coming up with anything to say takes a lot of effort. So much so that she doesn't notice anything was wrong with any of it.
[23:55:30] <Elsa> "we could do something all of us together, Elsa says with a blush." This must be what those gypsiers feel.
[23:57:05] <Caitlin> "To do what exactly…? I was hoping to see a play next time we're out in town, if you all are interested."
[23:57:39] * Flaurentine already shrinks down and begins walking out, feeling noticeably out-of-place by the look on her face as it turns.
[23:57:47] <Joslyn> "Just…you know, lemme know, okay?" with a stumble, Joslyn makes her way back to the dorm, where she'll try to recollect her thoughts.
[23:58:47] <Caitlin> "Y-you can come see the play too, Flauri!" is called after the little girl, though that's more of an invitation for the future.
[00:00:06] <Flaurentine> "Ah…" The blush reddens even more as she pauses halfway through the doorway. Then there's an obligatory superlengthy pause of consideration, with a lot of embarrassment too considering how great of riends the others all seem like. But she can only smile again. "… I look forward to it. Um, thank you." With another curtsey she makes a mad dash out.
[00:01:33] * Elsa is left alone with Caitlin, "Hey…I've been feeling wierd ever since we got down. Is this what you were feeling that time when, y'know"
[00:01:50] <Caitlin> "Do you like plays, Elsexcuse me?"
[00:02:29] <Caitlin> Caitlin's turn to be bright red.
[00:04:33] * Elsa brings her fingers together, "I'm not sure if its combat high or what have you but I felt…wierd during all this, especially in the group hug…hugging boys wierd."
[00:05:56] <Caitlin> "I-I have no idea what you're talking about, Elsa! Don't be s-silly, it was just a group hug."
[00:08:01] * Elsa bluses quite a bit and then stands up and heads to the door "…I guess you're right, maybe its just my imagination." she says looking back before heading off to god knows where.
[00:08:47] <Caitlin> "D-definitely, nothing weird. Take care!" Caitlin's stuck with report duty, this week.
[00:11:37] <~Oxford> Through the stained-glass windows, the smoke still rising from the harbor across the bay looks strangely majestic against the sky, like a pillar from some long-ruined temple. And now that they're too far away to hear the shouting, a peaceful quiet prevades the academy.
[00:12:02] <~Oxford> /session
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[13:52:12] <~Oxford> Only a few hours have passed since the fight above Bougnetsport, and the Academy is abuzz with rumors as Elsa makes her way down the hallway to Major Westfield's office.
[13:56:38] * Elsa staggers most of the way there, something is definitely wrong, her breathing is laboured. When she eventually reaches the door her hand shakes and she grips the handle harder than usual. She doesn't even bother knocking before barging into the room.
[13:59:13] <~Oxford> That earns her a glare from the stern officer seated at his desk in the center of the room. He mashes the return on his typewriter and sits up in his chair before motioning for her to sit.
[14:00:17] <~Oxford> "Warrant Officer Elsa. How can I help you?"
[14:02:29] * Elsa staggers towards him and leans against the chair and tosses the pendant onto onto his desk, "Hurry and lock me up!"
[14:02:39] <Elsa> She sounds scared.
[14:03:45] <~Oxford> "Lock you…? I'm sorry, Warrant, but I don't understand. Take a few breaths and explain."
[14:04:22] <Elsa> 2d6 magic burn a stack of nearby papers
[14:04:23] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, magic burn a stack of nearby papers: 11 [2d6=6,5]
[14:04:32] <Elsa> 1d6
[14:04:32] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[14:06:38] <Elsa> A stack of papers suddenly bursts into flames, "Theres no time to explain! Just hurry up and do it before I burn everything down!"
[14:10:00] <~Oxford> Westfield stands from his seat and throws his coat over the fire in one smooth motion, smothering it. He takes a step forward, grabs Elsa by the upper arm, and leads her briskly out of his office before any more damage can be done.
[14:10:20] <~Oxford> "Walk and talk, Warrant! You've got some explaining to do."
[14:13:44] * Elsa doesn't resist and tries to keep up with the major, "Its the same as that time, just…with everything. I can barely control myself! I think its because of all the magic I used back then!" Yup she's panicking righhht about now she looks around.
[14:16:06] <Elsa> 2d6+6 tapestry burn
[14:16:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, tapestry burn: 11 [2d6=3,2]
[14:17:28] <~Oxford> Westfield has a few beads of sweat forming on his brow, but he doesn't stop to wipe them. "I see. We need to get you out of harm's way." He's leading her back towards the kitchens, it seems.
[14:18:57] <Elsa> 2d6 student target tiem
[14:18:58] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, student target tiem: 8 [2d6=6,2]
[14:19:15] <Elsa> 1d6
[14:19:15] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 3 [1d6=3]
[14:21:49] <Elsa> Some smoke forms around the edges of some tapestries "Get me out? Everyone needs to run away screaming from me!" She looks at one of the passing girls and focuses on her sorrounding area.
[14:24:57] <~Oxford> The unfortunate student's friends gasp and recoil as her hair catches on fire around the edges. The smoke has a thick, nauseating smell. The girl screams and drops her books, which have also begun to burn brightly. Her friends flail at her, trying to pat the fire out.
[14:26:11] <~Oxford> Westfield ignores the commotion, too busy guiding Elsa to her destination. Almost there, now - just past the kitchen, towards the old cellar access…
[14:26:29] * Elsa recoils from the sudden screaming and looks away, shamed.
[14:26:45] <Elsa> 2d6+6, burn the cellar door?
[14:26:46] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, burn the cellar door?: 11 [2d6=4,1]
[14:27:38] <Elsa> 2d6+6 lets try it once more?
[14:27:39] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, lets try it once more?: 9 [2d6=1,2]
[14:28:45] <Elsa> The reach the cellar door without much further incident. But ripples in the air form around it momentarily
[14:30:50] <~Oxford> The officer wrenches the heavy door open with one hand, wincing slightly as the handle burns him. He gives Elsa a shove down the stairs before following her in and pulling the cellar doors shut behind him.
[14:31:38] * Elsa is eerily quiet at around this time, her head draped low.
[14:34:54] * Elsa says nothing even after the doors are closed
[14:35:01] <~Oxford> He throws the doorbeam into place and, sighing, sits down on the steps across from Elsa. As her eyes adjust, she realizes they're in the school's bomb shelter. Rows of low stone shelves and a few metal benches fill the interior.
[14:37:04] * Elsa begins chuckling slowly and lightly. for a little while. Her head is still hung low.
[14:37:39] <Elsa> 2d6+6 begin burning that wretched doorbeam.
[14:37:39] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, begin burning that wretched doorbeam.: 8 [2d6=1,1]
[14:39:26] <~Oxford> Maj. Westfield takes off his cap to run one hand through his hair. He places the hat back on his head and readjusts it while examining the girl. "Feeling any better, Warrant?"
[14:40:03] <Elsa> She lifts her head and Westfield can actually see her smiling, smiling really wide. When suddenly a whiff of flame passes past his head and hits the door, barely searing the surface. "Amazing!"
[14:42:10] <~Oxford> He regards her coolly. "Par for the course, I should think. If you'd stop focussing on it, the effects should be less powerful. Give it time and it'll pass, Elsa."
[14:43:31] <Elsa> 2d6+6 that damn door
[14:43:31] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, that damn door: 10 [2d6=2,2]
[14:43:37] <Elsa> WHAT THE FUCK DM
[14:44:07] <@Oxford> Dicemaid doesn't condone this unrestrained use of magic.
[14:44:34] <Elsa> 2d6+6 maybe on westfield it does
[14:44:34] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, maybe on westfield it does: 13 [2d6=1,6]
[14:44:40] <Elsa> …
[14:44:42] <Elsa> see!
[14:44:52] <@Oxford> DM, you're one sick puppy.
[14:45:43] <Elsa> 1d6
[14:45:44] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 2 [1d6=2]
[14:47:49] <Elsa> "I feel so great that I don't even know why I asked you to locked me up." Westfield will notice a strange look in her. Her smile grows wider until it shows her teeth. "Everything should burn!" she says before a tounge of flame reaches out for the major.
[14:50:47] <~Oxford> He raises both arms over his face as the flames lick over him. Though spectacular in the dark room, the flames are more light than heat; a flash in the pan. He takes a quick step towards Elsa and grabs her by the collar.
[14:51:11] <~Oxford> "Get it together, Warrant! You're losing control!"
[14:59:53] * Elsa laughs maniacally, "Its a little too late fo that major! I already lost it! You better run away as far as you can." Her uniform tears from behind revealing a set bright orange reddish wings that are the color of flame, as loong as her arms before the door behind the major gets blown off its hinges by the surge of magical fiery power.
[15:02:31] * Elsa has that crazy look in her eyes.
[15:02:43] <~Oxford> The Major is thrown against the far wall by the blast. He staggers to his feet, loosens his tie, and lunges at the insane girl from behind.
[15:03:06] <@Oxford> 4d6 aggroing, best 2, his modifier is +9
[15:03:07] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, aggroing, best 2, his modifier is +9: 11 [4d6=2,1,5,3]
[15:03:23] <@Oxford> 8+9 for 17 total.
[15:03:29] <Elsa> 2d6+7
[15:03:30] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+7: 17 [2d6=4,6]
[15:03:59] <Elsa> 1d6
[15:04:00] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 1d6: 4 [1d6=4]
[15:07:21] <~Oxford> He catches her in both arms, pinning her arms against her side. The newly-formed wings sizzle as they touch his uniform, letting off thin tendrils of black smoke as he works one arm up around Elsa's neck for a headlock.
[15:07:34] * Oxford changes topic to 'Turns to unconsciousness: 2'
[15:08:03] <Elsa> "Are you stupid? You didn't hear me? I'm telling you to run away you idiot!" She says struggling for breath.
[15:08:21] <Elsa> 2d6+6 Screw the rules, I have magic.
[15:08:22] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, Screw the rules, I have magic.: 18 [2d6=6,6]
[15:08:39] <Elsa> 2d6
[15:08:40] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6: 7 [2d6=4,3]
[15:10:56] <@Oxford> 4d6 as before, then
[15:10:57] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, as before, then: 14 [4d6=3,4,4,3]
[15:07:34] * Oxford changes topic to 'Turns to unconsciousness: 2'
[15:08:03] <Elsa> "Are you stupid? You didn't hear me? I'm telling you to run away you idiot!" She says struggling for breath.
[15:13:16] * Elsa struggles the best as she can until she puts the major between her and the door before putting out an impressive amount of magic power and launching the grown man out the door she, soon follows calmly and kneels besides him. "See this is why you should have just let me alone in there."
[15:13:32] * Oxford changes topic to 'Headlock Broken!'
[15:14:06] <@Oxford> 4d6 Not like he'll just sit there and take it
[15:14:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, Not like he'll just sit there and take it: 14 [4d6=5,4,4,1]
[15:14:11] <&Giantree> ;_;
[15:14:14] <Elsa> mfw I'm at 3 magic OC again
[15:14:24] <Elsa> so aggro resist?
[15:14:26] <@Oxford> beat 18 to resist.
[15:14:37] <Elsa> 2d6+7 ob boy I need to roll an 11
[15:14:38] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, ob boy I need to roll an 11: 18 [2d6=6,5]
[15:15:05] <Elsa> 1d6 tiebreak
[15:15:06] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, tiebreak: 6 [1d6=6]
[15:15:14] <@Oxford> 1d6
[15:15:15] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, 1d6: 4 [1d6=4]
[15:17:02] <~Oxford> Westfield reaches up from the ground to grab her by the collar, but she breaks his grasp with a smile.
[15:36:44] * Elsa quickly pulls back and slowly walks towards the rest of the school, she stretches her arms and her wings stretch as well, looks like she hasn't noticed them yet.
[15:38:53] <~Oxford> The middle-aged army officer coughs raggedly as he scrambles to his feet and throws himself at Elsa's back yet again.
[15:39:19] <@Oxford> 4d6 he'll do his best to avoid that.
[15:39:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, he'll do his best to avoid that.: 11 [4d6=1,6,3,1]
[15:39:25] <@Oxford> 18
[15:39:42] <Elsa> 2d6+7
[15:39:43] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+7: 12 [2d6=3,2]
[15:42:10] * Elsa fails to notice this so she is once again tackled against the ground. "Persistent one aren't you?"
[15:43:43] <Elsa> 2d6+6 magic knockback
[15:43:44] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, magic knockback: 15 [2d6=4,5]
[15:44:08] <Elsa> more headlockan?
[15:44:19] <@Oxford> 4d6 hanging on for dear life
[15:44:20] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, hanging on for dear life: 13 [4d6=2,2,5,4]
[15:44:16] * Oxford changes topic to 'Turns to unconsciousness: 2'
[15:46:07] <Elsa> Another bust of magic emmanates from her body but it isn't nearly as strong as the first one, or rather Westfield somehow managed to hold on.
[15:46:14] <Elsa> 2d6+6 once again
[15:46:15] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, once again: 8 [2d6=1,1]
[15:46:38] <@Oxford> 4d6 we'll just call it opposed
[15:46:39] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, we'll just call it opposed: 17 [4d6=6,5,4,2]
[15:47:31] <~Oxford> He wraps his arms around her and presses her throat into the crook of his inner elbow, squeezing hard. "Understand, Warrant… I've got my own duty here." Elsa's vision starts to blur as blood struggles to reach her head.
[15:47:27] <Elsa> 2d6+6
[15:47:27] <DiceMaid-9001> Elsa, 2d6+6: 12 [2d6=5,1]
[15:47:54] <@Oxford> 4d6 You can do it, major
[15:47:55] <DiceMaid-9001> Oxford, You can do it, major: 17 [4d6=3,6,2,6]
[15:49:38] * Elsa tries to keep him off her but the force bursts are getting weaker and weaker she even tries to kick and gnaw the grown man off, her struggles get weaker every time until she stops moving.
[15:55:28] <~Oxford> Major Westfield feels her body go slack and loosens his hold slightly. He's breathing heavily as he cradles the on conscious girl in his arms and rises to his feet, carrying her past the stunned bystanders clustered around the alcove entrance. He pushes past them, glaring. "What the hell are /you/ looking at?""
[15:56:34] <~Oxford> /session
