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The tiefling looks to his left, making sure his partner isn't lost in the crowd of people. "Let's try and get through, Eric. Worst case scenario, your stand can fly. We'll need to get over the crowd if that's the case."
Leo attempts to weave through the crowd. Acrobatics: 5
A few of the people look a bit angered at the Tiefling in such a hurry, but most didn't mind or barely noticed at all. Despite this, the two of you managed to make it across just fine. In the distance, the door to the plane is just barely twenty feet away. There seems to be another person staring at you two from the door.
Nothing else seems to be very interesting in the area.
The group eventually manages to make it onto the plane, the stewardess escorting them to their seats. From what Leo could tell, the strange person who was watching him was completely gone. The interior of the plane cabin is fairly ratty despite the price, with a few bits of trash and grime strewn about the floor of the walkway. A few people on the plane seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly, the intercom rattles as a raspy voice came out from a speaker towards the cockpit.
"All passengersss... take your sseats.."
The voice was terrible. Wretched, even.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Eric takes his seat and buckles up like one's supposed to on a plane. Then he's content to just stare outside the window, not paying much mind to the raspy voice of the pilot. Though he does look a bit annoyed at the very crappy state of the aircraft itself.
Leo takes the window seat. He frowns - ships were more his thing. They, too, were cramped boxes of metal, but he could breathe freely of the sea air without being as cramped as he is now. And the garbage everywhere certainly didn't help things.
From his pocket, he withdraws a small brass and wood telescope. He extends it and peeks out of the plane for a moment, toward the skyline. Nobody except his companion can see the red glow of a stand aura that surrounds the tool. Eric can hear a small humming, followed by a whooshing sound. The lens reflects a bit, and the telescope is stowed once more. "Hate flying... keep your wits about you, yeah Eric? Don't want to get jumped."
"Hm?"Eric turns his attention away from the window and to his fiendish companion. "You're anticipating something like that might happen?" The lanky highschooler looks around at all the trash on the plane that he was trying to ignore and adds, "Well... given the state of this craft, I guess it won't be too out of the realm of possibility. Yeah I'll keep an eye out."
A few hours pass, the sky outside turns to a brilliant deep purple as the stars began to twinkle; the beginning signs of the evening. As of now, nearly every passenger was sleeping aboard the plane. All was quiet, besides from one small sound: the scuttling of feet.
Whatever this scuttling was, it seemed to be approaching the row of seats the two were sat in. Whatever this thing was, it was nearly invisible due to the dim faded lights of the plane.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Eric could see a small green aura around a small, insectoid creature. It looked fairly mechanical its eyes composed of hexagonal shapes along with a wide mouth full of jagged jewel-like teeth. It meets eyes with Eric, hissing as it quickly turns the corner and retreats. It was very clear what this thing was: a Stand.
The scuttling sounds grew nearer as it was suddenly right next to their row, seeming to have gotten to them through one of the other rows next to them.
"Ugugugugu!!"
The tiny thing hissed as its eyes glow neon green.
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
Eric pokes Leo to get his attention before undoing his seat belt. "Hey! We got another Stand User on board. Stand's right there." He points out the mechanical insect to his companion.
(Post seems a little inactive atm and it seems like you guys are in the middle of things, so I'll just make a quick post to debut my character who'll be in the background for the time being).
Amadea (pronounced Aww-muh-day-uh) was seated towards the back of the plane. She was a human with long, black hair which contrasted her pale skin. Her amber eyes glanced back and forth as she observed each passenger entering the plane. She wore a black, military uniform with golden embroidery and over it all was a large, black trench coat. She had the table that was attached to the chair in front of her down, where she was eating some steak that she ordered from the plane staff. Amadea wore an unsatisfied expression as she ate because the steak was overdone and had gone cold before it was even delivered to her. However, her ears perked up as she heard a passenger several rows in front of her yell out something about stand users.
"Have I been found out?" Amadea thought to herself, "Impossible, I haven't sent out my stand." For the time being, Amadea would bide her time to see what events would unfold. She also continued to eat her steak :)
The stand would continue to sputter and hiss, baring it's disgusting gem-like fangs as it darts around the airplane maniacally. It would gnash it's teeth leaping into the air as it began to spin, making its way through an entire row of passengers, eventually chomping through the spine of the last passenger next to Amadea. Suddenly, the stand lunges towards Leo and Eric, going back through the dead passengers.
"Ubashaa!!"
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"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
"Damn it all!" Leo curses as the stand attacks. The red aura around him intensifies as two orbs (one fiery red, the other a dark, nebulous black) start to manifest next to him.
As the passenger falls dead, blood splatters onto Amadea's face and onto her steak. "Well that's a shame," she says as she stands up from her seat, readying herself for action.
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Amadea looks at the enemy stand, "Oh, what do we have here? This should be fun. Wolf Pack!" In response to her arbitrary command, Amadea's trench coat began to unravel. Threads of the coat turned into an inky black glob before taking the form of a wolf. Within seconds, Amadea was surrounded by a hundred tiny wolves. "Wolf pack, we've got an enemy stand. Attack it!" Amadea then casts the darkness spell on her hat, causing a sphere of pitch black to envelope everything around her.
Bonus Action: Wolf Pack shifts from a trench coat back to its original form
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Eric brings his hand close to his face, making a fist with the palm facing toward him. He calls out, "Ex Machina!" The gem embedded at the back of his right hand begins glowing for a second. Then 7ft tall bipedal robot appears behind him. The silver machine has thick rectangular protrusions at the chest, almost like thick straps of a backpack. Smaller rectangular jet thrusters on its calves and on its back. Connected to the back of its shoulders are two long cylindrical metal rods hanging downward, pointing to the ground. It gives off a look of folded metallic wings. Its head has a black Visor that is displaying green "eyes" in the same way a TV screen would show pictures.
BA: Summon Ex Machina (I don't remember if stand summoning is BA or a free action)
"Particle Lance"Eric commands and the robot's "Wings" Flip forward with the ends facing the enemy stand. Those weren't wings but rather cannons. The ends of the cylinders fire two beams of green energy at the enemy.
Twin Particle Lance: 22 Dmg: 12 Radiant. On hit, the next attack made against the target until the end of Eric's next turn is with advantage.
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The tiefling looks to his left, making sure his partner isn't lost in the crowd of people. "Let's try and get through, Eric. Worst case scenario, your stand can fly. We'll need to get over the crowd if that's the case."
Leo attempts to weave through the crowd. Acrobatics: 5
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
A few of the people look a bit angered at the Tiefling in such a hurry, but most didn't mind or barely noticed at all. Despite this, the two of you managed to make it across just fine. In the distance, the door to the plane is just barely twenty feet away. There seems to be another person staring at you two from the door.
Nothing else seems to be very interesting in the area.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
(Not sure how the airport works, so I'll post both options here.)
If passengers are allowed to just board, he'll keep moving to make it to the jetbridge in time.
If they have to get tickets checked at the gate, Leo will stop and hold his tickets out for the attendant.
Either way, he keeps one eye on the person staring at them.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
The group eventually manages to make it onto the plane, the stewardess escorting them to their seats. From what Leo could tell, the strange person who was watching him was completely gone. The interior of the plane cabin is fairly ratty despite the price, with a few bits of trash and grime strewn about the floor of the walkway. A few people on the plane seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly, the intercom rattles as a raspy voice came out from a speaker towards the cockpit.
"All passengersss... take your sseats.."
The voice was terrible. Wretched, even.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Eric takes his seat and buckles up like one's supposed to on a plane. Then he's content to just stare outside the window, not paying much mind to the raspy voice of the pilot. Though he does look a bit annoyed at the very crappy state of the aircraft itself.
Leo takes the window seat. He frowns - ships were more his thing. They, too, were cramped boxes of metal, but he could breathe freely of the sea air without being as cramped as he is now. And the garbage everywhere certainly didn't help things.
From his pocket, he withdraws a small brass and wood telescope. He extends it and peeks out of the plane for a moment, toward the skyline. Nobody except his companion can see the red glow of a stand aura that surrounds the tool. Eric can hear a small humming, followed by a whooshing sound. The lens reflects a bit, and the telescope is stowed once more. "Hate flying... keep your wits about you, yeah Eric? Don't want to get jumped."
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
"Hm?" Eric turns his attention away from the window and to his fiendish companion. "You're anticipating something like that might happen?" The lanky highschooler looks around at all the trash on the plane that he was trying to ignore and adds, "Well... given the state of this craft, I guess it won't be too out of the realm of possibility. Yeah I'll keep an eye out."
A few hours pass, the sky outside turns to a brilliant deep purple as the stars began to twinkle; the beginning signs of the evening. As of now, nearly every passenger was sleeping aboard the plane. All was quiet, besides from one small sound: the scuttling of feet.
Whatever this scuttling was, it seemed to be approaching the row of seats the two were sat in. Whatever this thing was, it was nearly invisible due to the dim faded lights of the plane.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Eric leans out of his seat down the row to see what the heck the scuttling sound is.
Perception: 17
Eric could see a small green aura around a small, insectoid creature. It looked fairly mechanical its eyes composed of hexagonal shapes along with a wide mouth full of jagged jewel-like teeth. It meets eyes with Eric, hissing as it quickly turns the corner and retreats. It was very clear what this thing was: a Stand.
The scuttling sounds grew nearer as it was suddenly right next to their row, seeming to have gotten to them through one of the other rows next to them.
"Ugugugugu!!"
The tiny thing hissed as its eyes glow neon green.
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Eric pokes Leo to get his attention before undoing his seat belt. "Hey! We got another Stand User on board. Stand's right there." He points out the mechanical insect to his companion.
The tiefling had drifted off to sleep, but startles awake as he glances to his left.
"...tsk. Good thing it's night. I'd rather not have to put... it... to use, but we'll see."
A faint ethereal hand (mage hand) attempts to grasp the odd creature.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
(Post seems a little inactive atm and it seems like you guys are in the middle of things, so I'll just make a quick post to debut my character who'll be in the background for the time being).
Amadea (pronounced Aww-muh-day-uh) was seated towards the back of the plane. She was a human with long, black hair which contrasted her pale skin. Her amber eyes glanced back and forth as she observed each passenger entering the plane. She wore a black, military uniform with golden embroidery and over it all was a large, black trench coat. She had the table that was attached to the chair in front of her down, where she was eating some steak that she ordered from the plane staff. Amadea wore an unsatisfied expression as she ate because the steak was overdone and had gone cold before it was even delivered to her. However, her ears perked up as she heard a passenger several rows in front of her yell out something about stand users.
"Have I been found out?" Amadea thought to herself, "Impossible, I haven't sent out my stand." For the time being, Amadea would bide her time to see what events would unfold. She also continued to eat her steak :)
Ro Aleron (Ro the Red) -> Illithid, Wizard 8 (Chronugist) // AURYN
The stand would continue to sputter and hiss, baring it's disgusting gem-like fangs as it darts around the airplane maniacally. It would gnash it's teeth leaping into the air as it began to spin, making its way through an entire row of passengers, eventually chomping through the spine of the last passenger next to Amadea. Suddenly, the stand lunges towards Leo and Eric, going back through the dead passengers.
"Ubashaa!!"
(@All: Initiative Rolls.)
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Leo initiative: 8
"Damn it all!" Leo curses as the stand attacks. The red aura around him intensifies as two orbs (one fiery red, the other a dark, nebulous black) start to manifest next to him.
Aruzhal - Lv 1 Tempest Cleric - Planescape: Lost
Eric stands up, looking serious and ready to defend himself.
Initiative: 10
As the passenger falls dead, blood splatters onto Amadea's face and onto her steak. "Well that's a shame," she says as she stands up from her seat, readying herself for action.
Initiative: 8
Ro Aleron (Ro the Red) -> Illithid, Wizard 8 (Chronugist) // AURYN
The small stand hisses as it rears back, barking as it begins to conjure a few small diamond-shaped bullets.
Initiative - 19
Initiative order, Rerolling for Leo and Amadea:
Amadea - 14
Eric - 10
Diamond in The Rough - 9
Leo - 3
"Where do these guys get all their ideas?" - TommoBoi, to WOTC
DM of Night of the Nutcracker.
Amadea looks at the enemy stand, "Oh, what do we have here? This should be fun. Wolf Pack!" In response to her arbitrary command, Amadea's trench coat began to unravel. Threads of the coat turned into an inky black glob before taking the form of a wolf. Within seconds, Amadea was surrounded by a hundred tiny wolves. "Wolf pack, we've got an enemy stand. Attack it!" Amadea then casts the darkness spell on her hat, causing a sphere of pitch black to envelope everything around her.
(Also forgot that my stand gets its own initiative and turn because of a Personality score higher than 20. Stand initiative: 13)
On stand's turn it will:
Ro Aleron (Ro the Red) -> Illithid, Wizard 8 (Chronugist) // AURYN
Eric brings his hand close to his face, making a fist with the palm facing toward him. He calls out, "Ex Machina!" The gem embedded at the back of his right hand begins glowing for a second. Then 7ft tall bipedal robot appears behind him. The silver machine has thick rectangular protrusions at the chest, almost like thick straps of a backpack. Smaller rectangular jet thrusters on its calves and on its back. Connected to the back of its shoulders are two long cylindrical metal rods hanging downward, pointing to the ground. It gives off a look of folded metallic wings. Its head has a black Visor that is displaying green "eyes" in the same way a TV screen would show pictures.
BA: Summon Ex Machina (I don't remember if stand summoning is BA or a free action)
"Particle Lance" Eric commands and the robot's "Wings" Flip forward with the ends facing the enemy stand. Those weren't wings but rather cannons. The ends of the cylinders fire two beams of green energy at the enemy.
Twin Particle Lance: 22 Dmg: 12 Radiant. On hit, the next attack made against the target until the end of Eric's next turn is with advantage.