Premonitions (Open)

[Rhona Hall]

“I suppose that is smart...” just not at all humane. She’d not argue with spike on the matter.

“I’d like to be around to hear what she has to say if that’s alright with you then?” She looked at Trent. “Will you be joining us or are you going on your own way? Because I really could use keeping in touch I’m with you, maybe you can meet someone of interest that I know.”

She was referring to Xepham at the institute of course. Rhona might not have Qi but she was still from that world and it was important to her very core to hang on to her past, memories, and family.

[Atlas Steele]

Having noticed that Spike was really starting to hack away into the body, Atlas would take a deep breath, starting to have a little bit of a grasp on the reality of what was happening, he understood what was happening but he didn't understand it completely.
An inkling of a sensation that a story Trent once told him matched to this situation as he would take a deep breath.

"Thank you, Nova!" he would call towards the person that was leaving before then turning to Trent. "You heard the pretty lady, well, we've seen a few beauties already but you know who I am talking about." as he would nod a few times.

"Make sure she gets home safe, and listen to what she has to say, alright?" He would comment before then taking his shirt off and making his way towards Spike, grimacing at the scent and the reminders of what he had caused, he would have to put his own thoughts aside and go completely quiet mentally to be able to tolerate this correctly, but that didn't work well enough...

"Okay, Boss." Atlas spoke in a teasing yet respectful tone towards Spike. "Need us to take a limb each, or where do you wish for me to bring the limbs too. My farm has enough pigs to help if need be." As Atlas, his voice started trembling once again at the statements that he was bringing up before swallowing deeply as he would show a desperate look in his own eyes.

"I just wish to help prevent any casualties by children getting involved in this, Tell me where to bring the body while you keep hacking at it, I will make sure to not fuck this up." Before reaching his hand out for a bump of the fist if he would entertain Atlas with that at the very least.

[Aroma]

Smirking slightly as her punch had seemingly spurred Atlas into... Some kind of action, even if he wouldn't necessarily like what he was doing. She walked over to Spike and Atlas, pausing to place a hand on Trent's shoulder. "Don't get into trouble in the locker rooms~" Grinned Aroma, before leaving him to his own little path to travel down as she crouched down with the two men and a body.

She... Didn't really like what she was about to do much either, mind you. But... She didn't want to take any chances, and felt that it had to be done all the same. Rummaging through her pockets, she took out a pair of pointed knitting needles from her jacket pocket. Purchased earlier in the craft shop, before all of this went down. She... Didn't really like what she was about to christen their first use for, but... Meh, needs must as people often say. "Atlas, do me a favour." She said, sighing softly. Getting up and moving to the opposite side of the rabbit woman, so she was nearer to the head as Spike continued slashing. "Look away and cover your ears." Said Aroma. Taking the long, pointy knitting needles and stabbing them into the woman's ear canals, in order to puncture her ear drums.

If she was trapped in this body, she could at least make it harder for her to see what was going on. It was one thing to attach severed limbs, but another thing to regenerate the finer details of the body. Once she was sure the damage was done, she lifted the knitting needles back out. Vomiting a little bit in her mouth, but holding it back and swallowing it again. She was... sickened by what she was doing. But it needed to be done to keep people safe...

Looking at the blood coated craft tools, she shook for a moment. Before shaking her head and gritting her teeth, continuing with her plan. Stabbing down into the woman's eyes, and slashing them in opposite directions. If she couldn't gouge them entirely, she could at least do some significant, hard to repair damage.

[Trent "Hyas" Cassidy]

Grab something from the garage, get to welding. Welding a few old scraps from town and outta broken vehicles. Maybe throw in some clasps; closing mechanisms are convoluted when operating from the inside. Manual operations would be enough for a baseline prototype model. Experimentation at this point would be useful. Armor combined with the Steele Endurance Training (methods) could make for an impenetrable combination. There should be a few scrap iron sheets somewhere, regardless if its actually made into sheets or not yet.

Maybe conforming to a vehicular design would be best at first. Customizing a concept that hasn't been realized yet would be aggravating and potentially disheartening. One thing at a time. Thoughts like these haven't crossed Trent's mind in a long, long while. It was as if lightning had struck in a time of relative crisis. It wouldn't be enough for the idea of armor to stay as armor: it had to be powered. There's no place for just body armor here. Nah, nah, nah, fuck no. This little mechanical party had to get crazy. By then, Trent drifted away from his thoughts for a moment, realizing that the others were getting to conversation rather than murder. The apprentice wrestler's temples throbbed at the thought of it. It still, as it would with many, refused to sit well with him.

Atlas had moved along, forcing himself into some which way. His state of mind was the primary concern, nonetheless. Several others, including the darkly-demeanored woman, the well-dressed swordsman, and somewhat scantily-clad ninja-lookin' lady, didn't seem anywhere near as fazed. In fact, despite the occasional influx of emotion, they appeared accustomed to this foul nonsense. Just realizing that alone caused Trent's visage to sour, or even appearing outright grim. What was with these guys? Did they do blood-sport for fun? Were they underground fighters? Military? All of the above?? Trent's mind was ricocheting between topics, perhaps in a declining stupor. Thinking of just about anything else was helpful, but it seems that information was the key to this game now. From what Trent could tell: this rabbit was immortal, somehow. That claim alone almost made Trent want to scream. A swift chomp on the tongue ensured anything but, for better or worse.

Evidently and eventually, one of those in the group of strangers decided to approach Trent directly. Unease settled in fast. It seemed as though the blonde woman before him offered him a place with them. What in the world could they possibly want from him? Supposedly, she had something in mind from keeping in touch with him. Or, if anything, a motive of a sort. Trent's lower lip pushed upwards, proving opposite to his downward and furrowed brow. The uneasiness from before burrowed into the wrestler's gut. The swirling sensation thrashed around as if in warning. Perhaps that was still his consequential stupor. As if on cue, Atlas inserted himself into this encounter. It was paternal, in a way. Ease challenged the unease, throwing hands in the ring of Trent's innards. Today was ripe with conflict, wasn't it? Nonetheless, willfully ignoring what had transpired with the Man of Steele but moments ago, his point(s) was still valid.

The wrestler's pseudo-disgraced mentor figure and his second roommate accompanied the suited swordsman in, uh, their situational endeavors. Trent took a brief moment, crushing his eyelids together; as if to squeeze out what he had just assumed he began seeing. The sounds were selectively tuned out, in the meantime. The wrestler spun on his heel, turning back towards the miniature crowd. Adjusting himself to fully provide attention to Rhona, Trent finally spoke. The apprentice wrestler's visage took care to portray an unspoken question: "why him?", among similar inquiries.

"Please tell me this "someone of interest" doesn't deal in dead bodies. Not in the mood for any more of that today."

[Pig God, God of Pigs]

“I don’t have anything anchoring me as far as I know.”

Terry admits to Avalon, shrugging. He kind of grimaces as Nova leaves, knowing full well the kind of… well, attitude that meant.

The bunny woman is torn apart by Spike and mutilated by Aroma! Spike can see that the regeneration has stopped completely. Then, each of the wounds lets out a black puff of smoke.

Then the body lights on fire.

“Oh. Yeah, it does that.”

Terry shrugs.

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/end action!

Everyone gets 3 exp!

Trent – Bloodied Headwrap of the Huntress: +3 Attack, +4 Defense
Once per thread, Trent can mark an opponent with the Mark of the Huntress, causing them to take +12 additional damage from his attacks for four posts.

Atlas – Bloodied Chestguard of the Huntress: +7 Defense
Once per thread, Atlas can call upon the Endurance of the Huntress, causing him to take 12 less damage from all sources for four posts.

Aroma – Torn Gloves of the Huntress: +7 Attack
Four times per thread, Aroma can summon the Strength of the Huntress to fuel her own power, granting her +12 attack for one post.

Tsu – Ripped Leggings of the Huntress: +7 Perception
Once per thread, Tsu can draw forth the Speed of the Huntress, granting her +12 speed for four posts.

And:

Blood of the Huntress (Component)
Unknown effect.

Rhona – Severed Lucky Rabbit’s Foot: +5 Defense, +2 Attack
Twice per thread, Rhona can reroll a GM required roll, and take the better of the two results.

Avalon – Memento from Another World: +4 Speed, +3 Perception
A token that reminds Avalon of her old life. Once per thread, Avalon can focus on her past, letting her feelings fuel her spells to increase their output by +12 for four posts.

Nova – Wisty Leg Guards: +3 Speed, +4 Attack
These leg guards have several pockets that appear to always have some sort of bladed weapon inside. Four times per thread, Nova can pull out a weapon from her pockets that grants +8 to her attack when used. These blades can be stored across multiple threads.

Spike – Bloodstained Insoles (Add-On): +7 Speed
These insoles are cushioned beyond compare, despite the stains that cover them. Four times per thread, the user can add +12 to their speed for one post.

[Avalon Salabim]

Well, that was something.

"I see." She jumped at the body lighting on fire, then turns back to Terry, taking a moment to look and see if both black energy cords were still attached to him, doing her best to look like she hadn't been startled. If both lines are still there, she'll remove the line of energy to the now flaming corpse.

She had a theory, and if it was true, it should mean that hopefully the other reclaimer and bunny woman would come together, rather than splitting up to try and find Terry again. Better to have someone following you with a level head than one that would bull rush anyone in their path. More dangerous for them, less so the rest of the world.

She cuts off both lines of energy that had led to the bunny woman and frowns harder.

"I believe I have managed to make things a little easier for you." Her tone was formal and quiet, not quite smiling. A fugitive was a fugitive, but now he was as stuck as they were, and who knew what kind of past everyone came from in the Old World. It seemed they had enough to handle the issue if Terry proved to be a problem.

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Peering Lens (+14 PER, +8 ENG): The Peering lens is capable of seeing connections. Who is using abilities on who like buff's or debuff's. Avalon can then hijack these connections to gain the benefits herself or end them on others up to four times a thread.

Actually Used Lens Ability 2/4
Dimension Peeking 1/1

[Rhona Hall]

Her eyes widened again seeing her catch flame. But otherwise she didn’t move or say anything

[Atlas Steele]

Atlas would look towards the flames, giving a moment to let it all burn as he backed off, with a look of surprise towards Terry as he would allow a deep sigh to escape his body, knowing that he was going to left in an awkward situation with all of his offered passion and unable to carry the body...

Yet as he judgementally looked towards his comrade that was busy mutilating the body, he couldn't help but feel too exhausted to do anything at this point as he would let out a sigh and speak in a pained tone.

"Well, I guess all's well that ends well." As he would turn around to take a single step before collapsing on the ground in mental exhaustion, laying face down before starting to snore loudly, as Atlas had drained every ounce of strength from his own body...
Although if required, He could still be woken up when needed.