[Open, Major Event] Drag My Feet Along the Floor

[geistnet]

Class Log #001, 14 June 2066 (Monday)

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[interceptive]

[ Nodding, as she starts leading the party over to a spot she found. Just the kind that Ela is looking for. ]

That sounds like a good strategy. We'll stick to where we've got a clear line of sight too.

[ With a particular smile at Ela now before focusing on getting them to their destination. She got your message: she approves. ]

[deadline]

[Clearly this "working with people" experience is pleasant, but she's not drawing any hasty conclusions yet. It might just be that she got paired with exceptional individuals.

... Granted, Segan and Sophie both do seem to be exceptional.

Guess we'll see...

She nods at Segan once, briskly, once she catches that look. Glad to meet people who get things.

With that, she does a quick check of her guns, then safeties them and walks with them pointed down. As exercises in violence go, this one won't involve people dying (probably). She is surprised to be okay with that and wonders if it's because of the people she's with.]

[bloodsinger]

[ Sophie examines her gun once more, her whole body language obviously showing she's not completely comfortable with it. She's been shot once already, not to mention she prefers a katana any day. Still, once you get close enough is less a matter of accuracy and more one of speed, and Sophie is certain she can cover her shortcomings well enough to let them win.

Besides, just because it's a paintball game it doesn't mean she's limited to just shooting. ]

Oh, before we run out of time. Ela, what sort of supernatural are you? I'm a Bladian, myself. [ She'll let Segan talk about herself if she wants to, but Sophie is a bit curious, plus knowing as much as possible never hurts, she figures. ]

[interceptive]

[ Noting that down with Sophie, but she can help her roommate out later. She's pretty sure, at any rate, that the three of them will be able to hold out and figure out where they went wrong afterward.

The buzzer goes just as she's found a good spot for all of them. Setting up now, and glancing over at Ela just as the firefights start in the other areas. ]

Spell: Shadow Sculpting | Roll: Gnosis(7) + Death(6) + Ext. Affinity(3) = 5 successes

[deadline]

[At Segan's cue, darkness eats the light around the three of you, rendering you invisible to the naked eye. At the same time, shadowy outlines in your general shapes appear at a lamp within Sophie's striking range, standing around and practically inviting attack.

In Sophie's head:

Moros mage. Demon, numbering among the Thrones.]

Activating Heightened Senses, no roll.

[bloodsinger]

[ Sophie nods at Ela. No time for idle chat now.

She then takes a breath, focuses and allows her senses to expand, focusing mostly on her sight and hearing. Letting out her breath, she takes in every little detail. ]

[interceptive]

[ Segan, in the meantime, is acclimatizing herself to the area and letting her body get into position. Her breathing is calming down, just like her older siblings and her father taught her.

Time to test something.

Ela, if you can hear me: can you set a network up for us? ]

Spell: Network | Roll: Gnosis(7) + Mind(5) = 7 successes

[deadline]

[She heard you, alright, because she was listening for your thoughts (she's worried about that being improper, but she'll ask about it later).

She gives an imperceptible nod. A moment later, the three of you can hear each others' thoughts so well that it would definitely be disconcerting. On a moment's reflection, Ela puts up a box of sorts between your minds, where all communication between the three of you can go.

Is this what you intended, Segan? Sophie, you can hear us?

In her mind and outside the box, she thinks that this teamwork thing is working out pretty nicely, and really probably because of present company.]

DYNAMIC ENTRY! (Will I have to roll to see how many guns he was able to conceal on his person?)

[nimble_fingaz]

[ And just as the team starts getting into position, they come across a classmate: Clearly a vampiric fledgling to those with supernatural sight.

He's just finished stuffing as many small arms into his clothes as he can, and is darting in and out of cover like some killer meerkat. ]

No, you don't. Tagging order: Mason > Segan > Aura > Ela.

[interceptive]

[ It's a calculated decision on her part: here's a guy that she's been observing from a distance in their common classes. He's working on his own, and seems to have no allies.

They could use another man. ]

Hearing you loud and clear. Stay dark: going to see if I can rope another ally in. If I'm caught out, adjust your tactics accordingly.

[ Waiting until Mason is close enough, and then, when she's right within arm's reach: ]

Need a team, Turner? If you do, nod and take six steps back.

Ela, rope him in if he says yes. If not, we're moving away and leaving him high and dry.

Re: No, you don't. Tagging order: Mason > Segan > Aura > Ela.

[nimble_fingaz]

[ He's smart enough to know that the mere mention of the word 'team' means there're probably two or more other guns trained on him at the moment, so he follows the instructions to the letter. He nods and takes exactly six steps back while putting on the least harmful smile he can manage. ]