Thursday, March 12, 2015

Raw Negation: The Titan-Tithed Fey, pg 3

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Fred de'Cease yanked his Fused Glass Seahorse Earrings Blue from his neck as it started to smoke and threw it to the ground. It shortly exploded, crippling an inattentive minion. Toffy desperately threw his hands into the air and summoned his Psychic Magic Eight Ball. A disembodied voice belted out, "plug in, play," vibrating the ground as it did, but not enough to cause anybody, least of all the hordes of Fey's minions, to stumble. However, some of them did start laughing enough to be momentarily distracted. Toffy rolled his eyes, picked up his staff once more, and slogged on. Fred de'Cease yanked his Birds in the Tree Fused Glass Necklace from his neck as it started to smoke and threw it to the ground. It shortly exploded, crippling an inattentive minion.Despite all the lost pendants, his neck still strained from all those that remained; if nothing else, he didn’t come unprepared.

Fey used its Routine skill to completely heal itself! Its grimace reverts back into a grin, before dropping to one knee, holding its head in its hands, murmuring, "Good, Good, Meh, Good... Good, Good, Meh, Good" over and over again. Whether it is crying or laughing is unclear.

Toffy, far behind the rest of the party, scuffed out his last spell and drew out Atoms, re-buffing his crew.

"Use Ore Miner," bellowed Fey, and its armies mustered new strength, shifted their formation, and charged.

Sandra cast Badge for Awkray, then dove for cover as it bounced off Fey's defenses back at her. It cut a swath through the minions around her and blew a hole where she had been standing. Sandra Copycat cast a magical shield, using a potion of FREE ART and Fursquared to enhance her power. The Fey scoffed at its fragility. She had just enough time to catch her breath before he shattered it.

Toffy, far behind the rest of the party, scuffed out his last spell and drew out Hard Reboot, re-buffing his crew. Fred de'Cease murmured what sounded like "Forever, Forever," in a thick foreign accent, and the minions around him started attacking each other instead.

Toffy desperately threw his hands into the air and summoned his Psychic Magic Eight Ball. A disembodied voice belted out, "living tempo," vibrating the ground as it did, but not enough to cause anybody, least of all the hordes of Fey's minions, to stumble. However, some of them did start laughing enough to be momentarily distracted. Toffy rolled his eyes, and recast the spell. This time, the voice belted out, "but it's warm in here." They laughed harder. Toffy rolled his eyes, picked up his staff once more, and slogged on.

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