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Post by Commander Tumbles on May 2, 2013 16:14:14 GMT -5
The Professional gazed at the scene in the darkened room through his sunglasses. He quietly called back outside, "Mr. French, we have need of your eyes. See if there's anything of note in here."
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Post by Honeyman on May 2, 2013 21:57:41 GMT -5
I continue eating sardines, looking at some vases.
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Post by Loof on May 4, 2013 1:52:50 GMT -5
Geoff stands back, knocking the walls for any hollow spaces. You manage to make some holes in the drywall, but nothing more. The house creaks, as if it disapproved. (roll 31) Raymond, being a bit more careful, doesn't pierce the house, but doesn't find anything either. (roll 12) The Professional gazed at the scene in the darkened room through his sunglasses. He quietly called back outside, "Mr. French, we have need of your eyes. See if there's anything of note in here." It is dark. Even without sunglasses. (roll 50) I continue eating sardines, looking at some vases. Sadly, there are no vases to look at. Not even any pottery shards. Also, you bite your lip chewing a sardine. (roll 92) Perception rolls! Geoff: 32 Pro: 83 Raymond: 08 Herman: 26 Geoff gets the feeling he's being watched, but can detect nothing more. The Professional doesn't see anything at all, because he's wearing sunglasses indoors. Dumbass. Raymond notices something sitting in the corner on a dusty shelf, barely visible in the dark, staring at him. It's a small ragged figure with a crooked smile and ragged wi- Wings? You've found your imp. |
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 4, 2013 8:20:10 GMT -5
Raymond fires his gun. All six shots. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 4, 2013 10:41:59 GMT -5
Geoff looks toward what he is shooting at, and quickly pulls him away before the imp can counterattack.
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Post by Loof on May 9, 2013 15:53:09 GMT -5
Since the other DEMON CLEANERS seem to be paralysed with fear or something, I'll just assume they're paralysed with fear. (note: this'll be a thing from now on) Raymond fires his gun. All six shots. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Rollin' dice. Since you barely know how to handle a firearm, and you aren't exactly aiming carefully you'll hit on a 25 or lower. (03) (63) (83) (33) (71) (34) BANG! The first shot hits the figure straight in the... head? Can you even call that a head? It falls to the ground, but you keep firing. Straight into the air. Adrenaline is one helluva drug. Geoff looks toward what he is shooting at, and quickly pulls him away before the imp can counterattack. (89) Your clumsy attempt at safetypulling disrupts Raymond mid-salvo, and the last bullet whizzes right past Herman's ear instead of the ceiling. The imp, or what you assume is an imp, lies motionless on the floor. |
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 9, 2013 16:09:44 GMT -5
Curbstomp it to be sure.
If nobody else posts in the next day, just continue anyway.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 9, 2013 16:35:03 GMT -5
Raymond stares at the motionless Imp. "I...I did it! I DID IT!"
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Post by Commander Tumbles on May 9, 2013 20:48:57 GMT -5
The Professional took off his glasses, "I'm sorry, I heard shots. Did something happen?" He looked at the Imp's corpse. "Ah, I see. Well, while we're on the subject of demon killing..."
He opened his briefcase and took out a vial of holy water, sprinkling some on the former demon.
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 9, 2013 21:20:49 GMT -5
"Good idea. My Priest told me that would help."
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Post by Honeyman on May 9, 2013 21:47:06 GMT -5
I ran out of the kitchen, holding a can of beans.
"What the hell happened?"
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Post by Loof on May 10, 2013 0:07:24 GMT -5
The Professional took off his glasses, "I'm sorry, I heard shots. Did something happen?" He looked at the Imp's corpse. "Ah, I see. Well, while we're on the subject of demon killing..." He opened his briefcase and took out a vial of holy water, sprinkling some on the former demon. As Mr. Pro stands above the demon, holy water in hand. The imp suddenly snaps back to life! Its claws rip straight through the nice suit of the Professional. His grip on the holy water vial tightens, and it shatters, luckily, it seems to be made out plastic. The imp is floating above you, ready to make another lunge. |
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Post by 2hatsonehead on May 10, 2013 6:50:16 GMT -5
"I need a new priest."
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Post by Wolfe M. Howler on May 10, 2013 7:06:11 GMT -5
I rip the Imp out out the air and throw it to the ground.
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Post by Honeyman on May 10, 2013 8:21:55 GMT -5
I take out my crossbow and aim for the heart.
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