Beachside Story, Chapter I: You savvy, mate? - Page 3

Dracorion · 08-26-2013, 03:02 PM

> Crab: Lament loss of wife and kids.

Why would you do that? Crablette and your crabbles are all perfectly fine and happy back home, and more importantly you haven't been shot full of holes.

> In that case, bring some food home.

You're right on that, as you grab this weird tube thing the kid is holding with your claw to inspect it for coconuts.

> Crab: Take to the skies.

Sure, your mighty wings start to beat, kicking up sand an-

Oh wait, the kid just freaked out and shook you off his metal tube, tossing you into the air.

Kids these days, how rude. You've taken great care to raise your own kids into proper crabs.

> Zebrek: Tear Riley a new one.

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Zebrek: Aw miss riley whyd you do that i couldve killed the crab and gotten some grist out of it and maybe a level up and boondollars too now ive gotta go track him down again

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Suddenly a weird lizard guy comes out of the hedge the crab was poking at, a knife in his hand. Oh, it seems you almost shot him too.

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Zebrek: oh sorry mister gardener i didnt mean to shoot you i just wanted to take out the crab where did it fly off to anyway

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And the mister Telm who runs the bar runs up to you and starting saying something crazy.

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Zebrek: huh protected what do you mean protected why would crabs be protected how would that even work is there a forcefield oh boy forcefields are cool i should make one maybe i can use the crab to alchemize one oh man

Girasol of Chaos · 08-27-2013, 03:43 PM

The young vampire gives Zebrek a somewhat disappointed gaze, still holding on to his tiny, tiny arms. She wasn't about to let go, given how reckless the youth has proven to be already. In fact, one of her hands slides into a grip on the gun to ensure that he can't pull the trigger again.

"This isn't a game, you don't kill things and get *loot* and level up. Someone can get seriously hurt, Zebrek."

Her eye catches the lizard dude and something in her mind just�snaps. That wasn't a gardener. That was a talking lizard with some spy headgear or some shit. There was only one answer as to why he was here, he was hired by the -

Oh crap.

Whatever Telm had to say didn't matter, even if he was on her side. Fear welled up in her coward heart and just as suddenly as she was directing Zebrek, she simply wasn't.

Compel: The Better Part of Valor.
Girasol_of_Chaos rolls 4d3 and gets 3,2,1,3.
Athletics score of 5. 6 on the roll.

With a blur and the sound of "Shiiii-" she is gone. Wait, wasn't she holding onto Zebrek's shotgun?

******************

Riley finds herself in a nest of fronds at the top of a palm. It's at this point her drive for flight dies and she realizes that she's still holding the firearm.

Wait, how did she climb the palm in the first place, then? Weird. At least she had a good view to enjoy while calming down. Too bad it was so sunny. She amends this by swinging under the first set of fronds and finding a good perch amongst them.

Much better.

mauve · 08-27-2013, 08:33 PM

At first this looked like a nice, quiet beach resort. Now there were people and aliens running all over, waving various weapons around aand alternaltely threatening and safeguarding the crustacean inhabitants of this world. Jimmy had long since given up on trying to keep track of who was who and what was going on. There were aliens waving guns at things and barbarians shaking a wooden oar at people and strangely perceptive comatose ninja-aliens and a lady jumping into a tree and now the bartender was gone.

"Man, I don't even know what's happening anymore," he said, raising his hands in defeat. He turned to the muscular barbarian-man and the diseased-looking fellow, both hovering around the drowned alien chick. They looked almost as bemused as he was. Almost.

"What do we do now?" he asked. "How do we get Madame MacScurvy here the help she needs?" Heh. Madame MacScurvy.

Overcast · 08-28-2013, 06:39 AM

"How do we get Madame MacScurvyherethehelp sheneeds?"

Alastor stared at the woman in the barbarian's arms a short moment, thinking it through, "The big fellow is right, she simply needs some fruit juice and she should recover." He approached the pair lifting a single, thin pale hand from his robe, "But first it would be best to return her to her faculties, bit hard to eat or drink anything passed out as she is." He reached out and touched her softly before a shock ran through her and the big barbarian. Nothing harmful, but it enough to jump start your senses, "Wakey-wakey."

Shyria Dracnoir · 08-28-2013, 10:04 AM

Judging by the lack of reaction, Gleek felt confident his cover story had been believed. He sheathed the knife and did a quick inventory of the situation. The woman in the lounger had disappeared somewhere, Shotgun Loony was getting chewed out by the owner of the beach bar while the rest of the group clustered around the prone figure on the beach. He made his way over just in time to catch the tail end of a conversation.

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"Muffler-lady desperately needs Citrus Fruit Punch. Which way to the bar?"

Gleek figured it was best to play up the "helpful lackey" story for as long as possible. No reason for them to suspect otherwise. After all, was he really that suspicious?

"Bar? Yes, right up beach. I go bring something back for guest, yes?"

PyrosNine · 08-28-2013, 01:10 PM

Senna didn't react to the jolt, as being a tiefling came with certain advantages, one being a strong resistance, say, DR, to fire and electricity.
Weakened as she was, she didn't even register the zap, though she did let her tongue fall out of her exposed mouth and between the bleeding gum cracks of her sharp teeth.

Time for enough had passed, however, for a heal check. DC 15 to stabilize condition!
Senna rolled an 8! Total of 14!
Failed!
Senna remains unconscious!

The unconscious Senna managed to mumble something unintelligible about dump skills and unbalanced dice in the unfairness of the world.

Overcast · 08-28-2013, 03:27 PM

Al raised an eyebrow as his shock seemed to come up short , "Resilient aren't you. Well I didn't want it to come to this." He returned his hand to his robe and a scratching sound registered to the others as he irritated one of his oldest boils. His hand returning with a foul pus at the end, "Don't have smelling salts on me, but this should be equivalent." He waved the finger under her nose a moment.

Arhra · 08-31-2013, 12:12 AM

Zebrek said a wall of words. Something about crabs and forcefields and why?

"This isn't a game," Riley told him. "You don't kill things and get *loot* and level up. Someone can get seriously hurt, Zebrek."

"Protected means you shouldn't attack them." Telm added.

He frowned. This kid seemed like he was going to get himself in trouble. But there were plenty of people around, and, huh, where had that pale woman gotten to?
Telm gave it a minute's consideration and determined solving this mystery to be not worth his time. As an unexpected bonus, the kid didn't have his shotgun any more.

Getting everything organised for the Beach Carnival was far more important than preventing further CRAB BATTLE, he decided. There could be vague and ominously alluded to consequences if the Beach Carnival didn't go well. Also Zebrek was kind of annoying.

"Well, if you run into any trouble, just ask the staff at the bar for help." he said gruffly to Zebrek, assuaging his conscience. Gnome might never forgive him.

"Alright, we're starting to run behind schedule!" he said, striding over to the group dealing with Senna. Oh, they were actually pretty close.

- IX -

Up in the tree, a crab waved it's various crabby bits in the direction of Riley, determined she was not a coconut and promptly lost interest in her.

She was safe, probably forever.

- IX -

Meanwhile
Kug had recognised scurvy, was carrying the unfortunate victim thereof and had recommended Citrus Fruit Punch as a curative.

Jimmy had given up on understanding things, was wondering what to do next and had named the unfortunate woman at the center of this all Madame MacScurvy.

Alastor's electrocution had failed and now he was trying smelling salts, though without the salt.

"Alright, we're starting to run behind schedule!" Telm said, coming over. Then he spotted what was going on. "Stop that, that's disgusting!" he said, swatting Al on the back of his head.

Gleek was succeeding at being a helpful lackey, heading up to the bar in search of Citrus Fruit Punch. There were one or two people queued up and a handy stepladder at the front for the vertically challenged. The man taking orders looked at the kobold with suspicion.

mauve · 08-31-2013, 12:42 AM

Jimmy had briefly considered introducing himself to the group with a friendly handshake. Now, seeing the human plague over there, he quickly decided against it. Forever. FOREVER.

"So..." he started, directing his attention to Telm before he could dwell too long on how disgusting that was, "what exactly are you behind schedule for?"

Overcast · 08-31-2013, 12:55 AM

"Disgusting but effective. Besides she doesn't even have to touch it, just experience the foulness of its scent. I don't know what the big deal is." Al says quirking his eyebrow as Telm swatted his head. Still if they wanted to force feed the girl the liquids until she drowned in her own fruit juice that was up to them.

"Festival. Supposed to be preparing for it."

08-26-2013, 03:02 PM	#21
Dracorion Moves Like Jagger, Kupo! Join Date: Jul 2007 Location: To the south, a little to the left... Or to the right. Posts: 4,910	> Crab: Lament loss of wife and kids. Why would you do that? Crablette and your crabbles are all perfectly fine and happy back home, and more importantly you haven't been shot full of holes. > In that case, bring some food home. You're right on that, as you grab this weird tube thing the kid is holding with your claw to inspect it for coconuts. > Crab: Take to the skies. Sure, your mighty wings start to beat, kicking up sand an- Oh wait, the kid just freaked out and shook you off his metal tube, tossing you into the air. Kids these days, how rude. You've taken great care to raise your own kids into proper crabs. > Zebrek: Tear Riley a new one. Show dialoglog > ========> Suddenly a weird lizard guy comes out of the hedge the crab was poking at, a knife in his hand. Oh, it seems you almost shot him too. Show dialoglog > ========> And the mister Telm who runs the bar runs up to you and starting saying something crazy. Show dialoglog __________________ Dracorion's dumbass color is Royal Blue. If you see that color, you better run the fuck away.

08-27-2013, 03:43 PM	#22
Girasol of Chaos Lady Scarlet Join Date: Feb 2007 Posts: 141	The young vampire gives Zebrek a somewhat disappointed gaze, still holding on to his tiny, tiny arms. She wasn't about to let go, given how reckless the youth has proven to be already. In fact, one of her hands slides into a grip on the gun to ensure that he can't pull the trigger again. "This isn't a game, you don't kill things and get loot and level up. Someone can get seriously hurt, Zebrek." Her eye catches the lizard dude and something in her mind just�snaps. That wasn't a gardener. That was a talking lizard with some spy headgear or some shit. There was only one answer as to why he was here, he was hired by the - Oh crap. Whatever Telm had to say didn't matter, even if he was on her side. Fear welled up in her coward heart and just as suddenly as she was directing Zebrek, she simply wasn't. Compel: The Better Part of Valor. Girasol_of_Chaos rolls 4d3 and gets 3,2,1,3. Athletics score of 5. 6 on the roll. With a blur and the sound of "Shiiii-" she is gone. Wait, wasn't she holding onto Zebrek's shotgun? ****************** Riley finds herself in a nest of fronds at the top of a palm. It's at this point her drive for flight dies and she realizes that she's still holding the firearm. Wait, how did she climb the palm in the first place, then? Weird. At least she had a good view to enjoy while calming down. Too bad it was so sunny. She amends this by swinging under the first set of fronds and finding a good perch amongst them. Much better. __________________ All bend to my will. Last edited by Girasol of Chaos; 08-27-2013 at 03:45 PM.

08-27-2013, 08:33 PM	#23
mauve So Dreamy Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Someplace magical Posts: 6,863	At first this looked like a nice, quiet beach resort. Now there were people and aliens running all over, waving various weapons around aand alternaltely threatening and safeguarding the crustacean inhabitants of this world. Jimmy had long since given up on trying to keep track of who was who and what was going on. There were aliens waving guns at things and barbarians shaking a wooden oar at people and strangely perceptive comatose ninja-aliens and a lady jumping into a tree and now the bartender was gone. "Man, I don't even know what's happening anymore," he said, raising his hands in defeat. He turned to the muscular barbarian-man and the diseased-looking fellow, both hovering around the drowned alien chick. They looked almost as bemused as he was. Almost. "What do we do now?" he asked. "How do we get Madame MacScurvy here the help she needs?" Heh. Madame MacScurvy. __________________ Yoo Hoo!

08-28-2013, 06:39 AM	#24
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	"How do we get Madame MacScurvyherethehelp sheneeds?" Alastor stared at the woman in the barbarian's arms a short moment, thinking it through, "The big fellow is right, she simply needs some fruit juice and she should recover." He approached the pair lifting a single, thin pale hand from his robe, "But first it would be best to return her to her faculties, bit hard to eat or drink anything passed out as she is." He reached out and touched her softly before a shock ran through her and the big barbarian. Nothing harmful, but it enough to jump start your senses, "Wakey-wakey." __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!

08-28-2013, 01:10 PM	#26
PyrosNine Zettai Hero Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: A figment of my own imagination Posts: 6,103	Senna didn't react to the jolt, as being a tiefling came with certain advantages, one being a strong resistance, say, DR, to fire and electricity. Weakened as she was, she didn't even register the zap, though she did let her tongue fall out of her exposed mouth and between the bleeding gum cracks of her sharp teeth. Time for enough had passed, however, for a heal check. DC 15 to stabilize condition! Senna rolled an 8! Total of 14! Failed! Senna remains unconscious! The unconscious Senna managed to mumble something unintelligible about dump skills and unbalanced dice in the unfairness of the world. __________________ Pyrosnine.blogspot.com: An experimental blog of writing. Updated possibly daily. Possibly. A fair chance. Current Works for reading: War Between them, Karma Police. PyrosNine: Weirdo Magnet Extraordinaire!

08-28-2013, 03:27 PM	#27
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	Al raised an eyebrow as his shock seemed to come up short , "Resilient aren't you. Well I didn't want it to come to this." He returned his hand to his robe and a scratching sound registered to the others as he irritated one of his oldest boils. His hand returning with a foul pus at the end, "Don't have smelling salts on me, but this should be equivalent." He waved the finger under her nose a moment. __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!

08-31-2013, 12:12 AM	#28
Arhra Ara ara! Join Date: Jul 2004 Location: Neo Venezia Posts: 5,013	Zebrek said a wall of words. Something about crabs and forcefields and why? "This isn't a game," Riley told him. "You don't kill things and get loot and level up. Someone can get seriously hurt, Zebrek." "Protected means you shouldn't attack them." Telm added. He frowned. This kid seemed like he was going to get himself in trouble. But there were plenty of people around, and, huh, where had that pale woman gotten to? Telm gave it a minute's consideration and determined solving this mystery to be not worth his time. As an unexpected bonus, the kid didn't have his shotgun any more. Getting everything organised for the Beach Carnival was far more important than preventing further CRAB BATTLE, he decided. There could be vague and ominously alluded to consequences if the Beach Carnival didn't go well. Also Zebrek was kind of annoying. "Well, if you run into any trouble, just ask the staff at the bar for help." he said gruffly to Zebrek, assuaging his conscience. Gnome might never forgive him. "Alright, we're starting to run behind schedule!" he said, striding over to the group dealing with Senna. Oh, they were actually pretty close. - IX - Up in the tree, a crab waved it's various crabby bits in the direction of Riley, determined she was not a coconut and promptly lost interest in her. She was safe, probably forever. - IX - Meanwhile Kug had recognised scurvy, was carrying the unfortunate victim thereof and had recommended Citrus Fruit Punch as a curative. Jimmy had given up on understanding things, was wondering what to do next and had named the unfortunate woman at the center of this all Madame MacScurvy. Alastor's electrocution had failed and now he was trying smelling salts, though without the salt. "Alright, we're starting to run behind schedule!" Telm said, coming over. Then he spotted what was going on. "Stop that, that's disgusting!" he said, swatting Al on the back of his head. Gleek was succeeding at being a helpful lackey, heading up to the bar in search of Citrus Fruit Punch. There were one or two people queued up and a handy stepladder at the front for the vertically challenged. The man taking orders looked at the kobold with suspicion. __________________ This post is a good source of Ara ara, ufufu.* *These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This post is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease.

08-31-2013, 12:42 AM	#29
mauve So Dreamy Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: Someplace magical Posts: 6,863	Jimmy had briefly considered introducing himself to the group with a friendly handshake. Now, seeing the human plague over there, he quickly decided against it. Forever. FOREVER. "So..." he started, directing his attention to Telm before he could dwell too long on how disgusting that was, "what exactly are you behind schedule for?" __________________ Yoo Hoo!

08-31-2013, 12:55 AM	#30
Overcast Cinderella Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: Trespassing in the graveyard Posts: 3,076	"Disgusting but effective. Besides she doesn't even have to touch it, just experience the foulness of its scent. I don't know what the big deal is." Al says quirking his eyebrow as Telm swatted his head. Still if they wanted to force feed the girl the liquids until she drowned in her own fruit juice that was up to them. "Festival. Supposed to be preparing for it." __________________ Time to bust out the glow sticks!