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Parasite Eve Roleplay Game

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Volke's Hades smashed into the skull of the NMC, causing it to collapse. (Dead) Two more come through walls, charging into Xavier and Volke. Xavier casually sidesteps with inhuman speed, while Volke is smashed into. Volke is knocked into an abandoned vehicle, appreciating the thin plates in Xavier's trenchcoat. A third NMC comes out of the house the party jumped out of, with shaggy white fur. The temperature is noticeably cooler. Xavier fires twice at it. (He hits twice, crits once for 32)
 
"Bastards!"He yells as he gets in front of Volke, Shielding her while openning fire once more. (crit, 72) "You alright, Miss Volke?"
 
The white NMC gives a strangled horse noise, and falls, white fur shedding from it. A pulse of cold energy emanates from the furthest NMC (Reflex 13, Damage 23).
 
Volke's red eyes seemed to gleam in the shadow of the broken vehicle. Suddenly, a general feeling of bad, demon, wound evil hurt death destroykillpain- passes by Allen and hits one of the NMC. From only a nanosecond of exposure, Allen could easily imagine being paralyzed by the _Directed Killing Intent_. Volke walks out of the vehicle, the trenchcoat slightly torn. And holding a shiny, antique Katana. The look in her eyes was freezing with rage. (EDIT: Paralyzes target for 1d4-1 rounds if target fails a roll DC 14. Rolled a 4-1=3 for duration) (EDIT2: Volke takes 11 damage. .. we're rounding down, right?)
 
The farthest NMC grows shaggy white fur, and emits a freezing breath (DC 13, 9 damage) Xavier moves to flank opposite Volke, and fires twice. (He hits once for 22.)
 
(Allen makes saves)
He keeps himself in position and shoots once more. (rolled 21, 31 damage if hit)
 
The closest NMC falls dead, while the white furred one breathes again. (DC 13, 22 damage)
Xavier moves to flank, firing twice. (Crit both times, 38)
 
(Hit with ice attack- if can still attack, rolled a 19, 26 if hit)
 
The white furred NMC breathes again (DC 13, 8 damage)
Xavier fires twice, causing it to fall dead. (Hit both times, 38 damage.)
Xavier goes to Volke, then Allen, handing them blood pills from his bag, still moving inhumanly fast.
"Here. You two okay?"
 
Allen hesitates in taking them, only taking enough to get by rather than to full health. "I-I'm fine.. just a little roughed up... I'm more worried about Volke.. she was here long before us.."
 
Allen looked at his hands, shaking a bit, and tried to force his body to calm down, his inner power screaming to be let out.
 
After a few seconds, Xavier's eyes turn back to normal. He nods.
"That should be the last of them. Alice says that the cold trait was an Alpha ability, that it would transfer to the next in the group. And the overall temperature just went back to normal, for a desert anyway. Thanks for the help, Volke. I would like my trenchcoat back though."
 
"You can keep my shirt.." Allen breathed as his body relaxed. "Not that it means much to an ace assassin, eh?" He smiled as he opened his bag and split the rations with her, unsure if she was joining them outside the desert. "You need to keep healthy and strong, alright?"
 
Volke just crosses her arms over her chest, pulling the trenchcoat tight around her in the process, and looks away. If one looked closely enough, they MIGHT see a miniscule rosy tint in her cheeks. "Negative. Primary objective: resupply." She couldn't tell him that she already got the shirt torn up when she landed in the truck. The very thought of it was embarrasing!
 
Xavier sighs.
"If you want to keep it on until you find some clothes in one of the houses, fine. But I _do_ want it back. That's my combat trenchcoat, and it was expensive to get tailor-made. We can take you back to wherever you need to get to next, as well. My sedan's parked a mile from here."
 
Allen noticed, but couldn't quite understand. In response, he got up real close, maybe an inch or two from her face before putting his forehead to hers. "You don't have a fever... Is everything okay?" It became quite clear that either he wasn't raised as a normal human being, or being an NMC had affected his psyche in someway, given he was doing this to a trained killer.

He smiles and hands her a sandwhich afterward.
(I think so)
 
Volke's eyes turn frosty when he checks for her fever, but she lets it slide as he hands her food.
Immediately after finishing it, however... she walks over, decks him and says, "Don't touch me."
Volke then proceeds to search the houses for new (temporary) clothes.
 
(Backstory Mission Complete)

Xavier shakes his head at the two. Food seemed to be their connection.
"So, Head to the hospital, or investigate the sewers?"
 
"Hospital... I want to fill up, and we need to figure out our defensive plans." He pointed out once more, stretching.
 
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