Addison knows that her kick, fueled by desperation, would have made the Sensei at her Dojo proud. It was good, solid work. And the ease with which the bow-tied man deflects tells her that she is dealing with another level of fighter. He flashes her a little pout as he spins to the side away from the attack.
Nodding along at the advice from the police, Elaine is wholly content to simply sit there, listening to the continued fighting between the other three. However, her plan has a bit of wrench thrown into it as the man in the bow tie casually flips over to where she was hiding, eliciting a surprised, "Aw, what!?" as she is winked at and seemingly monologued towards. She shakes her head. She was about to rush outwards, but pauses as someone who looks like she's been classically trained is easily deflected. This was not a winning fight in any sense.
As such, the honors student does launch outwards from her seat, but instead tries to rush away from the fight ensuing. She doesn't make much more ground despite trying to sprint, likely from her starting from a strange position. Despite that, she holds her backpack outwards behind her as she sees the staff member with a dart sticking out from her neck. It was no shield, but the backpack would at the minimum serve to potentially mitigate any darts finding purchase on herself.
As she puts up a defense, running towards the nearest exit, she calls out, "This is a bad plan, staying and fighting, so I'd recommend following suit. The guy's a super of some sort, he's gotta be!"
Move Action to run
Free Action to try and increase speed: 1d20 = 1
Standard Action to Defend
"Whoa, you should tell me who your dealer is, this stuff is intense..." Ayla says with a chuckle as the room starts to spin a bit, but she manages to stay focused on protecting the restaurant's patrons. She tries to take another swing at the bowtie bastard. Unfortunately, whatever was coursing through her was affecting her greatly.
"More intense than you know," the man with the bowtie answers with a smile as he casually deflects Ayla's clumsy attack.
He flashes into a high speed pirouette where he stands. Somewhere in the spin, a dart launches from his hand toward the fleeing Elaine.
Die Roll: 11 +15 (skill) = 26, a hit regardless of where your Active Defense roll comes in.
Make a DC 15 Resistance check vs. Fortitude.
1st Degree: Fatigued
2nd Degree: Exhausted
3rd Degree: Asleep
Regardless of the success or failure of the toxin, Ayla would feel as though every fibre of her body is reacting to the stuff, a powerful sensation.
"I would think carefully before fleeing out that door, my dear. I'm sure you've all seen the dreadful news about how those injected with this serum are treated by the authorities. Aegis will be on their way soon. All three of you might want to work on an exit strategy instead of blind flight."
Though he is speaking to Elaine, he does not look toward her. He doesn't even look to see if she is still conscious after the hit from the dart. His eyes are fixed on Addison as he spins another dart on his fingertip.
“Crap.” Addison began as the situation fully sank in. “I don’t suppose there is a way to avoid this?” Her eyes widened and she seemed panicked in the moment. “We have money, a lot of money. I can pay…” She did not want to be stuck by the darts, infected with some serum that turned people into monsters.
There was no way she could do anything to stop him physically… though if that serum did turn her into a monster, the first thing she would do for as long as she could maintain it would be try to kick this smug asshole’s ass for all of this.
As she runs, Elaine would wince as she feels the dart poke into her, making her feel a bit sluggish. Immediately pushing it out and listening to the speech directed at her, she shakes her head, "There's no possible way that the cops and Aegis will be here that quickly." She raises her voice for the next bit to indicate emphasis, "So, if we all leave now, nobody has to deal with them."
After that, Elaine takes a moment to get a second wind, before she tries to run out again. She can't fully get her feet under her, but that does not stop her from moving as quick as she can out of the restaurant, because there was no intrinsic value to staying here and listening to the freak in the bowtie, and his taunts were made from a place outside of reality, because the police does not move that fast, even for supers.
Resistance against the dart, taking the lower of two rolls: 11
Standard Action: Recover to remove the Fatigued from the dart
Free Action: Failed Athletics check to increase speed
Move Action: Running as fast as possible towards the exit
"Money?" he wrinkles his nose in disgust at Addison's suggestion. "We do not need to be so crass, my dear. You hardly appear to be a prostitute."
And then the dart flicks from his fingers toward her with uncanny accuracy.
Die Roll: 14 +15 (skill) = 29, a hit.
Make a DC 15 Resistance check vs. Fortitude.
1st Degree: Fatigued
2nd Degree: Exhausted
3rd Degree: Asleep
Regardless of the success or failure of the toxin, Addison would feel as though every fibre of her body is reacting to the stuff, a powerful sensation.
Ayla spent the last few moments in a daze as the dart's payload continued to affect her, and as she came back to reality, everyone was trying to run, and she decided that perhaps now, discretion was the better part of valor, and went towards the entrance slowly, more affected by the toxin than the other girls so far.
After only a few weeks in college Anna Walsh was a nervous wreck. After graduating high school at a great cost in blood, sweat, and tears, it had been a great burden off of Anna's chest to wash her hands of academics forever. Working as a barista was never going to make her rich, but it came naturally. She was working with her hands. A lot of it was rote, with occasional chances for artistry. Starbucks customers were usually more polite than the nightmares she heard from some of her friends--like Tim who worked graveyard at a convenience store.
Having spent some time with the freedom to learn at her own pace, reading and writing what she wanted to read and write had made Anna acutely want to study.
She had a lot of new coping mechanisms for her learning differences. New tools for overcoming dyslexia--even turning it into an advantage. The pressure was on again. She could feel the sweat and tears welling up. The blood would follow. Night before last, she'd been on the phone with her mother, crying, when everything changed.
Tarnsman had checked in on her more than once. In a moment of weakness she'd given him the information necessary to follow her on the university's web sight. It was his discord message that pulled her out of her depression.
A fireworks meme? Congratulations?
What are you talking about, Master?
He responded with a blink. Haven't you seen? Then a link. It was to her freshman composition and rhetoric class. The Professor had posted the top seven essays on Beolwulf. 97%... She had the best grade in the class?
After several gleeful squees, it really did set in.
There was going to be blood.
There was going to be sweat.
There was going to be tears.
But it didn't matter.
She could do this!
Then there was today. Anna was reading a Spanish novel about a knight. El Cid. The guy was an ass. He made no pretentions that he wasn't going to war with the Mores for his own profit. He blatantly tricked some Jews into giving him a lone with a chest of sand for collateral. She loved him and she hated him. She'd gotten the book off of Project Gutenberg and was reading it on the wrist comp Tarnsman sent her, with a blue light filter that somehow helped her unscramble the text. (Why the Hell was the color blue a treatment for dyslexia? In what universe did that make any sense?)
The buzz worded statistic was that it took the typical dyslexic five times as much effort to read as a normal person. She rewarded herself for every chapter by playing a few rounds of Dead By Daylight. The sun had been down for a while now and Anna had decided to get a burger and a beer before starting chapter six. She'd found this place on the student BBS with reviews that made it sound really fun. Walking throuhg the door, Anna was reaching into her purse to pull out her vape. The door had already shut behind her when she realized that something was wrong...
Addison's last real gambit to escape having to deal with whatever this maniac was doing had failed her. What's more the unhinged man seemed to have thought she wanted him to pay her. It would have been offensive and funny at the same time if the situation was not so dire. As he flicked the dart towards her, the young woman tried to dive for cover behind the nearest booth that she had been sitting in peacefully just a few minutes before. And for a moment she thought she had actually made it in time, because for the first second or two there was no sensation of a prick or wooziness like she had seen the others dropping with.
Then a different sensation hit her, like her body was twisting and changing, a crawling and writhing beneath her skin that made her gasp in pain as she looked and saw the dart sticking out of her left arm. And while she was able to push through it for the moment, it was nearly crippling. Addison began to move towards the door, grabbing her bag despite it as she still had the presence of mind to know that if she did manage to get out of here, it would be better not to have evidence she was there lying around.
Sometimes you get really funny results with dice rollers lol
Roll(1d20)+1:
17,+1
Total:18
Even as the powerful feeling from the dart courses through her veins, and the strange man with the bowtie's efforts to hit the three women - which has gone rather successfully, which Elaine might begrudgingly add - the honors student is incredibly keen to not sit around twiddling her thumbs. She hardly even spares the man a glance after she'd already been afflicted, much more concerned with leaving the restaurant before the cops she had called would arrive, knowing full-well what Aegis might do if half of what the man had said were true.
Seeing the woman walk into the Applebuddy's, Elaine would shout aloud: "Nope, turn around, not worth it! Guy here's throwin' darts around what has weird chemicals Get out while you can!" The honors student would then rush out further, throwing her backpack on since it had no more use as a makeshift shield.
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