[the medicine cabinets are filled with bottles of. . . stuff. pills? maybe, it's hard to tell without opening them. they're all labeled in a foreign language that looks more like a series of pictures than words]
[the refrigerators have bottles (????) filled with blue liquid. ew]
[the supply closet has more stainless steel surgical tools]
[. . . she can see something glimmering from within the tank of green liquid]
[ Of course it’s going to be in the tank. Why wouldn’t it be in the tank? When Aoko catches sight of that faint glimmer, she huffs under her breath. Of course. ]
I’ll try to make it four! [ Moving quickly, she examines the tank for any wires or obvious traps. If there’s nothing of the sort, she’ll just start checking out the … lid? seals? Anything keeping the tank closed, if it is, indeed, closed. ] It’s in the tank, I think.
[no lids, no wires, no obvious traps. everything about this tank seems innocuous, other than the weird. . . liquid. . . within]
Four is gr-- ack!
[Kaito's reply is cut off by a baby alien slamming one of its blades through the top half of the broken door, which isn't welded shut just yet. thankfully, he manages to duck out of the way to avoid any damage, but the alien squawks angrily as it rattles the blade against the metal]
Feisty, aren't you. . .! [he lifts his clunky weapon above his head and brings it down on the blade, bending it so it gets hooked and stuck around the edges of the door]
[ Eek, that doesn’t sound good! Aoko steals a glance over her shoulder just as Kaito brings the butt of his gun down. Okay—he’s okay, he’s dealing with it. ]
Gonna have to break it! [ Saying it outloud, for Kaito’s benefit; communication is important!! ] I don’t know if whatever’s in there is safe to get on skin, so … be careful if you end up back here.
[ And without further ado, she carefully angles herself and swings her staff much like a baseball bat, aiming to put a hole in the glass on its far side, away from herself and Kaito. ]
[he's got it and he's dealing with it all right. his plans to weld the entire door shut have been foiled, but it looks like the aliens are properly bottlenecked at the small opening available to them. Kaito hops to his feet and takes a step back as more blades poke through the crack, firearm at the ready]
What's that? You guys are stuck? Geez, have fun with that one!
[MEANWHILE. Aoko's staff slams against the glass tank, sending a web of cracks across the side before the entire thing just shatters. but. . . oddly enough, the green liquid doesn't spill out all over the place?]
[it maintains its rectangular shape, and now that she's close enough, she can see that it has the consistency of gelatin]
[gelatin does not, however, being to ripple and wiggle on its own]
[ No, it doesn't. It really, really doesn't. Aoko makes a face, grimacing. THEY REALLY DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS, and yet she doesn't want to default to recklessness right away. ]
What the heck is this stuff?! [ muttering to herself as she … tries … to stick her staff into the gelatin-like green stuff to nudge the shiny out. ]
[satisfied that the baby salad shooter aliens aren't getting past the welded door anytime soon, Kaito takes a step back and whirls around on his heel to face Aoko once again]
[ Oh my god it's a giant blob of green jelly and it's GOING TO EAT ME. ]
K-Kaito! [ Yelping as she yanks back against her staff, hoping to free it. ]
There's some weird blue stuff in -- in, I think it's over there [ FRANTIC HEADBOB ] -- maybe that'll do something to it?! [ it's a wild guess, but it's A JELLY ALIEN MONSTER, if lasers don't work maybe chemicals will ]
[the green blob yanks back against the staff and growls, the gelatin around its throat bubbling as it does so. it lifts its other hand waaaay above Aoko's head, like it plans on slamming it down on top of her--]
Hang on--!
[but Kaito moves, and he moves fast, kicking against the ground as he bolts towards the jelly monster. he raises his weapon and takes a shot at the creature, which strikes its arm directly!]
[. . .]
[but instead of slicing the arm clean off, the entire monster flashes red for a moment. an HP bar suddenly appears above it's head, revealing that about 3/4ths of its hit points remain.]
[but hey. at least it withdraws both hands, lets go of Aoko's staff and turns towards Kaito instead, right???]
[ SCREEEEEEE ... but before Aoko can react, Kaito is there, shooting at the creature, distracting it ]
Keep that thing occupied for a second! I'm, I'm gonna try something!
[ She trusts him to be okay. She doesn't trust this to work, but her staff clearly doesn't, and she has to do something to help him out! So she bolts back to the fridge to grab some of those blue bottles. HOW DO THESE THINGS OPEN, CAN SHE OPEN ONE, because if yes she's going to do so and then throw it at the jelly monster ]
[THE VIAL OPENS EASILY YES! while she does that, Kaito whistles at the blob and darts to the left, trying to keep its attention away from his partner in crime]
Over here, ugly!
[jelly blob doesn't take kindly to being called ugly. it snarls angrily and lashes out with a huge, sticky hand to swat at the fleeing magician. Kaito curses and leaps forwards into a dodge roll, just barely avoiding impact. he pops up again in a crouch and aims to take another shot at the creature--]
[before he can fire, the vial Aoko throws at the alien hits it in the back and shatters upon impact. there's a loud HISSING noise as ice crystals form across the creature's body and the ground beneath it. the contents of the bottle have frozen the alien in place!1]
[more hissing and ice crystals fill the room as the alien solidifies even more]
Great, Aoko. . .!
[Kaito squeezes the trigger of his weapon, and the laser beam strikes the blob directly in the head. and then. . . ]
[the frozen blob shatters, spreading gelatin pieces all over the floor. the platinum puzzle piece lies between them. the 3D number 300 hovers in the air]
We ... We did it? [ Staring at the place where the monster had been, and then at the '300' hovering in mid air. The puzzle piece is on the ground -- she crouches, scooping it into her hands. ]
[perhaps he is too busy being faux grumpy, but as Kaito picks on her, he doesn't hear the sound of one baby alien stumbling through the small crack of the welded door. which means he doesn't hear it charge straight at his back, either]
[ And, oh god, for a second there she wishes it wasn’t charging, because it’s only a baby and she doesn’t want to hurt a baby – but it is and it’s going to hurt Kaito, and – and she jumps forward, pushing Kaito out of the way, staff swinging to whack it over the head. ]
[Aoko's staff cracks against the baby alien's head just as its blade pierces her stomach]
[well]
["pierces"]
[the pain from the blow is more akin to what she might feel if something scratched her torso: a minor sting, and nothing more. it's accompanied by the corners of her vision flashing red, though that only lasts for a second or two. meanwhile, the baby alien glitches out and disappears, predictably leaving the number 50 behind]
Fifty points to player two.
[Aoko may also find that her stomach is bleeding a little bit, but the injury is only a small scrape. her HP meter reports 80% of her HP remains]
[Aoko shoves Kaito out of the way before he can even process what's happening, and the force of the push sends him stumbling to the side. he catches his balance quickly and pivots on his heel just in time to see the flash of the baby alien's blade, hear the crack of metal against alien skull, and experience the sensation of his heart leaping into his throat]
Aoko--!
[stupid, stupid, stupid, why weren't you paying attention?! you got too cocky! as the alien baby disappears in the blink of an eye, his hand darts out to grab at Aoko's arm, concern written all over his expression]
[ That didn't hurt nearly as much as she'd been expecting. ]
[ Aoko blinks hard, her hands pressed against the wound. The red flash in her vision was alarming to say the least, and the faint burn of pain she feels suggests that she is, indeed, bleeding—but it feels like it's no worse than a scratch. ]
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[the refrigerators have bottles (????) filled with blue liquid. ew]
[the supply closet has more stainless steel surgical tools]
[. . . she can see something glimmering from within the tank of green liquid]
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I’ll try to make it four! [ Moving quickly, she examines the tank for any wires or obvious traps. If there’s nothing of the sort, she’ll just start checking out the … lid? seals? Anything keeping the tank closed, if it is, indeed, closed. ] It’s in the tank, I think.
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Four is gr-- ack!
[Kaito's reply is cut off by a baby alien slamming one of its blades through the top half of the broken door, which isn't welded shut just yet. thankfully, he manages to duck out of the way to avoid any damage, but the alien squawks angrily as it rattles the blade against the metal]
Feisty, aren't you. . .! [he lifts his clunky weapon above his head and brings it down on the blade, bending it so it gets hooked and stuck around the edges of the door]
Ha! That'll slow you down!
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Gonna have to break it! [ Saying it outloud, for Kaito’s benefit; communication is important!! ] I don’t know if whatever’s in there is safe to get on skin, so … be careful if you end up back here.
[ And without further ado, she carefully angles herself and swings her staff much like a baseball bat, aiming to put a hole in the glass on its far side, away from herself and Kaito. ]
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[he's got it and he's dealing with it all right. his plans to weld the entire door shut have been foiled, but it looks like the aliens are properly bottlenecked at the small opening available to them. Kaito hops to his feet and takes a step back as more blades poke through the crack, firearm at the ready]
What's that? You guys are stuck? Geez, have fun with that one!
[MEANWHILE. Aoko's staff slams against the glass tank, sending a web of cracks across the side before the entire thing just shatters. but. . . oddly enough, the green liquid doesn't spill out all over the place?]
[it maintains its rectangular shape, and now that she's close enough, she can see that it has the consistency of gelatin]
[gelatin does not, however, being to ripple and wiggle on its own]
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What the heck is this stuff?! [ muttering to herself as she … tries … to stick her staff into the gelatin-like green stuff to nudge the shiny out. ]
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[. . .]
[CONGRATS AOKO YOU FOUND A JELLY BLOB ALIEN]
[it lowers a hand, grasps at the middle of Aoko's staff, and looms over her menacingly]
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What the heck is--
[. . .]
[. . .]
[oh my god it's a giant blob of green jelly]
Aoko!
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K-Kaito! [ Yelping as she yanks back against her staff, hoping to free it. ]
There's some weird blue stuff in -- in, I think it's over there [ FRANTIC HEADBOB ] -- maybe that'll do something to it?! [ it's a wild guess, but it's A JELLY ALIEN MONSTER, if lasers don't work maybe chemicals will ]
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Hang on--!
[but Kaito moves, and he moves fast, kicking against the ground as he bolts towards the jelly monster. he raises his weapon and takes a shot at the creature, which strikes its arm directly!]
[. . .]
[but instead of slicing the arm clean off, the entire monster flashes red for a moment. an HP bar suddenly appears above it's head, revealing that about 3/4ths of its hit points remain.]
[but hey. at least it withdraws both hands, lets go of Aoko's staff and turns towards Kaito instead, right???]
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Keep that thing occupied for a second! I'm, I'm gonna try something!
[ She trusts him to be okay. She doesn't trust this to work, but her staff clearly doesn't, and she has to do something to help him out! So she bolts back to the fridge to grab some of those blue bottles. HOW DO THESE THINGS OPEN, CAN SHE OPEN ONE, because if yes she's going to do so and then throw it at the jelly monster ]
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Over here, ugly!
[jelly blob doesn't take kindly to being called ugly. it snarls angrily and lashes out with a huge, sticky hand to swat at the fleeing magician. Kaito curses and leaps forwards into a dodge roll, just barely avoiding impact. he pops up again in a crouch and aims to take another shot at the creature--]
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[the HP bar now reveals 1/4 hit point left]
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[ Aoko darts in the rest of the way, whipping out a hand to splash the monster with another vial of mysterious blue liquid ]
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Great, Aoko. . .!
[Kaito squeezes the trigger of his weapon, and the laser beam strikes the blob directly in the head. and then. . . ]
[the frozen blob shatters, spreading gelatin pieces all over the floor. the platinum puzzle piece lies between them. the 3D number 300 hovers in the air]
Three hundred points to player two.
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[ Aoko just stands there for a moment, gawking. ]
We ... We did it? [ Staring at the place where the monster had been, and then at the '300' hovering in mid air. The puzzle piece is on the ground -- she crouches, scooping it into her hands. ]
We did it!
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[. . ]
[. . .]
-- wait, why the heck do you get the points?
[as he speaks, the frozen gelatin pieces begin to glitch out and disappear, just like the salad shooter alien from earlier]
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[ Grins at him as she jumps back up to her feet, puzzle piece safely inside her inventory. ]
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Cheater!
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You're the one who was trying to steal my points, Bakaito!
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[perhaps he is too busy being faux grumpy, but as Kaito picks on her, he doesn't hear the sound of one baby alien stumbling through the small crack of the welded door. which means he doesn't hear it charge straight at his back, either]
[Aoko sees it, though]
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[ She sees it. ]
Hey—!
[ And, oh god, for a second there she wishes it wasn’t charging, because it’s only a baby and she doesn’t want to hurt a baby – but it is and it’s going to hurt Kaito, and – and she jumps forward, pushing Kaito out of the way, staff swinging to whack it over the head. ]
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[well]
["pierces"]
[the pain from the blow is more akin to what she might feel if something scratched her torso: a minor sting, and nothing more. it's accompanied by the corners of her vision flashing red, though that only lasts for a second or two. meanwhile, the baby alien glitches out and disappears, predictably leaving the number 50 behind]
Fifty points to player two.
[Aoko may also find that her stomach is bleeding a little bit, but the injury is only a small scrape. her HP meter reports 80% of her HP remains]
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Wh--
[Aoko shoves Kaito out of the way before he can even process what's happening, and the force of the push sends him stumbling to the side. he catches his balance quickly and pivots on his heel just in time to see the flash of the baby alien's blade, hear the crack of metal against alien skull, and experience the sensation of his heart leaping into his throat]
Aoko--!
[stupid, stupid, stupid, why weren't you paying attention?! you got too cocky! as the alien baby disappears in the blink of an eye, his hand darts out to grab at Aoko's arm, concern written all over his expression]
Oi! Are you okay?!
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[ That didn't hurt nearly as much as she'd been expecting. ]
[ Aoko blinks hard, her hands pressed against the wound. The red flash in her vision was alarming to say the least, and the faint burn of pain she feels suggests that she is, indeed, bleeding—but it feels like it's no worse than a scratch. ]
I'm … fine?
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