Log:Broken Dolls: Taking A Tank

Broken Dolls: Taking A Tank
Participants Damion, Teagan as themself and ST	27 October, 2017 A jaunt into the Hedge to look for the Dolls bears fruit. And grossness. Part of Broken Dolls.
Location H02
Afternoon in the fall: it's overcast today in the mortal world and raining a little bit in the Hedge, now and again, cool rain splattering off of the leaves of the tall trees which line this section of the Looptrod. Rumors have had it that there have been ... strange goings-on for months, with strange dollies who cut their way into the Trod. Apparently they found it once and can somehow find it again. The Hedge hungrily devours all signs of their passing within hours, leaving only a few burnt trunks of trees here and there along one side of the trod as evidence -- and those, too, will surely be gone in not too long. Others have looked before this. No doubt more will look after. But, Damion has felt like he's not really pulling his weight as a Harvestman lately. So he's out searching for the mysterious invading...toys? He's in his armor, sword on his back and gun at his hip. Moving along at a reasonable pace along the looptrod, keeping an eye and ear out for any signs of something strange. Which admitedly isn't hard to find in the Hedge, but a specific kind of strange in this case. Not a Harvestman, nor likely to ever be, but here to gather healing fruit, when they can sneak away from the noob they're watching and while Green's at work. Teagan comes up the path, not much after Damion, their booted footsteps leaving no trace, no scent, no anything. Not even Wrongfoot, but Nevertreading through the hedge. "Oi," the Shadow calls, their hood pulled up, keeping even the overcast sunlight off of them. The Hedge creaks and groans, distant hobs chittering one to another, animals moving through the underbrush. Hearing the voice, Damion stops and turns. Seeing the hoodied figure, he peers carefully to make sure he recognizes her for a few seconds before raising a big, armored hand. "Yo. Good to see you again." He waits for her to reach him then adds, "What brings you out here anyway?" Then he turns and starts walking again. They fall in step alongside him, hands in the pockets of their hoodie. "Needed to pick up some more blushberries or whatever," explains Teagan. "We ran into some real fucked up shit out here ... half a week or so ago? And if we hadn't had a couple Springs with us, Levs would have been hurting more than ... shit fucking lit her on fire." A vague gesture with one of their scarred hands before they tuck it away again. "You?" Damion glances at them. "Lit her on fire? Sounds pretty bad." He looks forward again, absently reaching up to loosen his zweihander in its sheath. "I'm out looking into the manequins that have been showing up. Which I take it is connected to what you had to deal with? Never know when they're going to pop through, so I figure I'll patrol when I can and hope I get lucky." -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 4 Successes < 1 3 4 6 7 9 9 10 10 > ===============================-> >> Wits + Composure No Flags << <- -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 4 Successes < 2 3 3 3 6 6 6 6 8 8 9 9 > ================================-> >> Wits + Composure 8-Again << <- "I kind of missed exactly how the fire happened," explains Teagan, adding, "I was busy cutting mannequins in half, and watching Regina bite them in half." A vague shudder runs through their body at that: watching soemthing the size of an orca bite things in half is never pleasant. "But yeah, she ... wrestled one of their tanks, and crushed it, and then she was on fire." The Hedge itself keeps making subtle, distant sounds -- the leathery sound of something's wings, the chitinous rustle of something that's probably an arthropod of some sort... and then below, behind that, very distantly? Something strange and metallic. Damion shakes his head. "She wrestled a tank? That sounds impressive. Wish I'd been there." His head tilts as he hears the faint sounds in the distance. His lips tug downwards at the corners a moment then he says, "I wonder what that could be." He rests his hand on the hilt of his sword just in case, walking more carefully now. "Do you hear....metal?" Snort. "Yeah, she wrestled a tank and then it blew up on her or set her on fire or... what the fuck ever." Teagan wrinkles up their nose, making a vague gesture with one hand. For whatever reason, that part of the fight isn't something that Teagan wants to linger on for the time being. "... ah, fucksticks," sighs the Shadow. "Yeah, I hear it." Quick as breathing, a machete's in their left hand -- it looks like it's about to fall apart, all rusty, with blood drops clinging to the edge of the blade. Damion glances over at Teagan, "Maybe whatever it is won't bother us." Yeah, he doesn't really believe it either. He draws out his sword, the blade igniting, and holds it in front of him. Then he starts forward slowly, moving closer to the sound. "I wonder if it'll be another tank." Moving a sleepy Damion. IC Time: Thu Oct 26 17:44:54 2017 *** OOC Time: Thu Oct 26 17:44:54 2017 *** -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 1 5 6 7 9 9 9 > ============================-> >> Intelligence + Wyrd No Flags << <- "And the two of us are supposed to handle a tank... how?" Teagan asks somewhat warily, adding, "I'mma ghost, but I'm not leaving. I'll be right behind you." Their machete spins easily in their hand, and poof, they're just ... gone. No footprints, no scent, and now, invisible. The metallic clank clank is accompanied, once they head in that direction, by a subtler clattering, and a whooooooosh now and again. The crackling scent of greenery going up in flames accompanies the sounds. And then around the bend, some thirty, forty yards away yet? One tank, and a squad of dolls. The tank's currently burning its way more fully into the trod from off of it, great gouts of fire setting the Hedge alight. Guess it's good that it's rainy today? Damion stares when the tank and and accompanying dolls come into view. "Well, that's something new for me anyway. How did you say it was taken down last time?" He draws his revolver with his free hand, preparing to take a few shots before the dolls get close enough to attack them. Surely they can handle a few toys and one....tank. "Uhh," a voice comes from close on to his side, "... Levi became the size of a school bus and wrestled it to death," Teagan answers, touching the small enamel pin painted like a flame inside their coat. After their last brush with these guys, Teagan found it prudent to sign the first contract with Elements, and make friends with fire. Sure, it's not gonna do anything against the weaponized fire, but... things do stay on fire. "For Mother!" calls the foremost of the manikins -- they're armed all of them with mismatched swords, their ranks painted on their wood-and-metal arms and shoulders. Is it creepier or less creepy that they seem to see and speak and hear with no features at all on their faces? GAME: Teagan directly set "Tank" on the initiative roster at 12. GAME: Teagan directly set "Soldier 1" on the initiative roster at 11. GAME: Teagan directly set "Soldier 2" on the initiative roster at 14. GAME: Damion rolled 1, putting himself on the initiative roster at 10. GAME: Teagan directly set "Soldier 3" on the initiative roster at 9. GAME: Teagan directly set "Soldier 4" on the initiative roster at 13. GAME: Teagan directly set "Soldier 5" on the initiative roster at 8. GAME: Teagan rolled 10 + 1, putting itself on the initiative roster at 22. GAME: Damion removes himself from the initiative roster. GAME: Damion rolled 10 - 5, putting himself on the initiative roster at 14. -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 4 Successes < 1 3 3 4 4 5 6 6 6 7 8 8 9 9 > =======================-> >> Dexterity + Firearms + 4 No Flags << <- Damion takes a breath, leveling the golden revolver at the approaching dolls. He fires off a flaming golden bullet, catching one in the right side of its chest. "So, do these things have any particular weaknesses?" He keeps his aim on that particular doll for the moment, preparing to expand when the group is a little closer. "Not that I'm aware of, other than that they attack like fucking jackasses," answers Teagan, their voice getting further away toward the direction of the incoming, and maybe a little off toward the left? The soldiers pick up pace, starting to run ... toward Damion. Fun times! The tank moves much, much more slowly, but inexorably. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 4 Successes < 1 1 1 2 2 2 3 4 5 5 6 6 8 8 10 10 > ===================-> >> Stamina + Brawl + Mantle + 1 No Flags << <- GAME: Teagan spends 2 Glamour -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 1 1 1 2 2 4 4 5 6 7 7 8 8 9 > =======================-> >> Dexterity + Firearms + 4 No Flags << <- GAME: Teagan removes "soldier 2" from the initiative roster. The dragon fires off another shot, planting a second bullet into the chest of the same doll and dropping it. Then he holsters his revolver and focuses inwards, drawing out a shadow of what he had been like in Arcadia. He can't help shouting something as he does this. "INUK CHUK!" Then the seven foot tall dragon knight begins to expand, grunting at the uncomfortable sensiation as he soars up to more than twice his normal size. Then he reads his now truly massive sword, eyeing the approaching dolls to decide which one to attack next. The dolls continue to charge, and the tank pushes its way onto the path. Its turret starts to slowly turn toward Damion, even as he expands. Contact in three... two... one... -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 2 2 2 4 5 8 > -> >> Dexterity + Weaponry.Baby_the_Machete + 1 + 2 - 6 No Flags << <-== One of the dolls is hit across the body from... nowhere -- blood and pus burst out of the wooden body of the doll. That... shouldn't happen, right? Wooden bodies shouldn't bleed? Or ... anything? -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 7 Successes for an exceptional success. < 1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 6 6 6 6 7 7 7 7 8 9 9 9 10 10 10 > -> >> Strength + Weaponry + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 6 - 6 No Flags << <- GAME: Teagan may be clearing initiatives at this location. GAME: Teagan removes "soldier 4" from the initiative roster. Damion draws back his massive sword in both hands, swinging down at the approaching dolls and catching one in the side. The flaming blade tears right through the body of the hob, sending it tubbling to the with a hiss of briefly boiling blood and puss, the wound somewhat cauterized by the fire. Somewhat. There's still plenty of mess that ends up on the ground. "They don't seem too tough anyway." -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 5 5 6 9 10 10 > =========================================-> >> 10 - 6 No Flags << <- -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 6 7 9 > ==========================================-> >> 9 - 6 No Flags << <- -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 2 Successes < 6 6 9 10 > ==========================================-> >> 9 - 6 No Flags << <- Game: Damion takes 3 Bashing damage. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 2 3 4 6 7 8 10 10 > -> >> Dexterity + Weaponry.Baby_the_Machete + 1 + 2 - 6 No Flags << <-== GAME: Teagan removes "soldier 3" from the initiative roster. -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 7 Successes for an exceptional success. < 1 1 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 6 6 7 8 8 8 9 9 9 9 > -> >> Strength + Weaponry + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 6 - 6 No Flags << <- GAME: Teagan removes "soldier 1" from the initiative roster. Well, the soldiers are falling fast. They don't seem very threatening really. It's the tank that might be trouble. Damion raises his weapon over his head this time, bringing it down in a heavy swing that bisects one of the two remaining soldiers, then starts forward, trying to step past the tank. Maybe it'll take time for it to turn the turret around and attack him. And if not, at least the androgynous 80s character will be out of the line of fire. From nowhere comes another swing of the machete, and then one of the soldiers is bisected neatly at the waist. Crack! It explodes in a rain of pus right as it's swinging its sword at Damion. "At least we ain't seeing some of those freak-ass cybernetic briarwolves," Teagan mutters. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 2 3 5 5 10 > =========================================-> >> 10 - 6 No Flags << <- Game: Damion takes 1 Bashing damage. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 0 Success < 5 7 7 > ==========================================-> >> 9 - 6 No Flags << <- Fire flares out from the turret as it turns, and the soldier hacks away inefficiently at Damion; it pretty much just bounces off of his armor, let alone his Summer mantle. The fire misses the Draconic altogether, though. Phew. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 3 Successes < 2 3 4 6 7 8 10 10 > -> >> Dexterity + Weaponry.Baby_the_Machete + 1 + 2 - 6 No Flags << <-== GAME: Teagan removes "soldier 5" from the initiative roster. -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 2 3 7 7 9 > ===================-> >> Strength + Brawl + 2 + 1 - 9 No Flags << <- GAME: Teagan spends 1 Glamour with reason: Stone 1 -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 2 2 5 7 7 7 7 8 > ================================-> >> Wyrd + Strength No Flags << <- GAME: Teagan spends 1 Willpower -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 2 5 7 7 10 > ===============-> >> Strength + Brawl + 1 + 2 + 3 - 9 No Flags << <- Bending down, Damion grips the turret of the tank with one oversize hand and pulls upwards hard. It bends slightly, but not enough to disable the weapon. And then the top hatch of the tank wrenches up, and Teagan's voice comes out of nowhere. "Dude, there are two more in here." -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 2 Successes < 4 6 6 6 7 10 10 > ===================-> >> Strength + Brawl + 2 + 1 - 9 No Flags << <- Damion pulls again at the turret, bending it up further. It's not enough to stop it from firing yet, but it's getting there. He looks at the open hatch when he hears Teagans voice. "Yeah? Well, kill the one working the gun if possible." Then he prepares to finish the turret. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 1 1 3 4 6 7 8 > ===============-> >> Strength + Brawl + 1 + 2 + 3 - 6 No Flags << <- -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 0 Success < 3 6 7 > =========================================-> >> 10 - 7 No Flags << <- "Working on it!" answers the voice of Invisible Teagan, and there's a crunch and a scream from inside the tank itself. "Sod off, you fuckers!" Since when do people from South Philly say 'sod off?' It's weird hearing those words in that accent, for sure... A dagger flails at the air, briefly visible, and doesn't seem to hit Teagan. -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 1 Success < 1 1 3 6 8 > ===================-> >> Strength + Brawl + 2 + 1 - 9 No Flags << <- Damion finishes wrenching up the barrel then leans over the hole. "Don't let it fire that thing off. Or if it's going to, get away from the hole. There might be some backlash." He considers the hatch. It might be hard to get at the other one through that. -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 0 Success < 1 1 2 5 6 6 > -> >> Dexterity + Weaponry.Baby_the_Machete + 1 + 2 - 6 No Flags << <-== "I missed! How the fuck did I miss?" Teagan rages invisibly. "If you stupid fucks fire this thing off, we're all dead!" Which probably doesn't help, that argument, considering that they're trying to kill the dolls... "Maybe like stop and we can stop and like... I dunno, fucking talk?" Yeah, Teags, that's definitely gonna work... -> >> Damion to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 9 Successes for an exceptional success. < 1 1 1 1 2 3 4 4 4 5 5 6 7 7 8 9 9 9 9 9 10 10 10 > -> >> Strength + Weaponry + 1 + 1 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 6 - 6 No Flags << <- Damion turns his sword over in his hands, raising it up. "I'd lean back if I were you." Then he stabs the point of the flaming weapon down through the hatch and impaling one of the two remaining dolls to the floor of the tank. He twists it once, then pulls it free. "Last one is all yours." -> >> Teagan to Here << <-============================================ Rolled 6 Successes for an exceptional success. < 1 1 4 6 8 9 10 10 10 10 > -> >> Dexterity + Weaponry.Baby_the_Machete + 1 + 2 - 6 No Flags << <-== Game: Teagan takes 5 Bashing damage. And, without complaining anymore, the invisible machete slices through the air, bisecting the last doll. It's an ugly thing, all pus and blood spattering everywhere. No one walks away from a fight with the Dolls clean. "Well, that's fucking disgusting," sighs Teagan, followed by a grunt of pain. Did something just hit them? "Aight. Fuck this. Let's get out of here. If you wanna take parts or what the fuck ever the Harvestmen need... I think the rain's gonna put out the rest of the fire." Releasing the shadow of Arcadia, Damion shrinks back down to his normal size. He looks into the inside of the tank, and wrinkles his nose. "Christ that smells. This isn't going to be fun." Then he clambers down into the tank, moving body parts out of the drivers seat and sitting down before checking the controls to try and figure out how to drive it. "I figure the eggheads back at the Freehold might figure something out about this whole thing if they take this apart. I'm sure they've already examined plenty of pussequins." "This shit is disgusting," answers Teagan's voice, from the top of the tank. "I want like sixteen showers. And I am totally riding this shit like a Pride Float in New York until you get it over there, and then we can figure out what the fuck from there. This ... is so gross." Opinions on the eggheads at the Freehold are withheld, as Teagan leans on the top of the tank.