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Dana Fox: AwanLast Wednesday at 7:48 PM
"I want to be kissed by a unicorn." Not that being kissed by an angel is itself awesome.
Dana FoxLast Wednesday at 7:49 PM
She laughs a little. "Sure", she says.
(I need think of what to do next. Try to come up with something yourself)
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AwanLast Wednesday at 7:54 PM
(I really wanna try that dry powder spell, probably an armed robbery at a quick-mart some-where. All Awan wanted to get was some hot tamales.)
(First, unicorn kisses.)
Awan: is still at his spot, in his coyote form. He looks over to the girl, half angel and half unicorn. He still feels rather privileged.
Dana Fox: In the blink of an eye, she transforms into her unicorn form. And then she kisses, very lightly, and you see fireworks behind your closed eyes for an instant, and when you open them she is looking at you, smiling.the way animals do with the back of her lips.
Dana Fox: brb 10
Awan: had hands behind his back as he's kissed. Thankfully in his coyote form, no blushing cheek to be seen. Awan gets an idea as he goes to kiss the unicorn back. A peck on those rubbery lips. He also dares to snort out a little into Beth's nose. A bit of a horsey flirt that Awan knows of.
Dana Fox: She giggles a little looks away. "Awan, walk me home", she says.
Awan: "Okay." He's still gonna rub that snout, a couple more kisses at her muzzle. He knows where most horses like their rubbings. Even a lick or two.
Dana Fox: She giggles again, and then return to her human for. "It's the down main street, that way", she points.
Awan: is rather mournful that she turned into her human form so quickly, he complies though. Right, Awan's thinks of tips or what few he received when walking a girl. He could lock arms but that's not really... no. Ummm... eye contact. Then he will walk into something. Eh, just hold hands.
Dana Fox: She smiles at you and swings your hand in hers. "Come on, let's go", she says, walking with you out onto the main road. The cars and other vehicles drive past. "My place is about two miles that-way", she says, pointing left.
Awan: had made sure to turn human before getting spotted. It was close, something he had to keep in mind. He thinking back of her unicorn form, human side very adorable as well. Awan realizing he's getting that crushy feeling, no. It's foolish... but... but. It did feel right just to be with her at the moment.
Dana Fox: You walk down the street, hand in hand for about thirty minutes, and then you're maybe thirty yards from the from door a one of those small bank branches, when you hear it's alarm going off.
Dana Fox: Don't know? Do whatever.
Awan: definitely had a feeling of remorse for the first two seconds. Their little get-together very much interrupted. He knew they likely had to do something. "That's no fire-alarm..." Awan turns around to face the door, getting that light feeling of fear. Another thing by chance?
Dana Fox: "This isn't our problem. We should just leave, Awan.", Beth says.
Awan: "Your right... but." He stays there for a moment, alarm still sounding. "Take about ten minutes for the cops to get here." A little curiosity too as he stepped closer to the door. "Just want to take a look."
Dana Fox: You step up to the door as you hear a yellow ford Mustang Mach 5 roar to life beside on the street. Inside you can say man wearing a Ronald Reagan mask holding what looks like an old WW2 browning automatic rifle. Two other people wearing Porky the Pig and Goofy masks are robbing the tellers with pistols.
Awan: is starting to realize that he is not batman nor does he know how to disarm thugs. Running around as coyote man would also be a really, really bad idea. "Armed, three of em'. Machine guns." The car might be part of the heist but disabling it would a bad idea, does Awan want three armed thugs hangin' around with no escape plan? Just going to end with hostages. Unless they rob the joint in five minutes though, they aren't getting out by the time the authority arrives...
Dana Fox: (What was your spell list?)
Awan: (Damp Powder, Talk to Animals, Obscuring mist, Stabalize, Mending, Detect magic.)
Awan: (Haven't used damp powder though, range 25 feet. Limited to one fire-arm.)
Awan: (What would bat-man do...)
Dana Fox: (yes)
Awan: really wishes he was batman right now...
Dana Fox: Told you you needed some attack spells. But if you can pull this off you level up.
Dana Fox: In the modern era, 'sleep' can bring down a jet fighter.
Awan: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEAYrRUkWDg#t=5m012s
Awan: SFW Guaranteed
Awan: "Beth, what powers do you have. Anything for sleep or knocking them on their ass?"
Awan: (only have to watch till like 6:30, just a snippet.)
Dana Fox: (It was taking to long so skipped to end to where the fake jokers with TV's for heads exploded. Also, no sound 😦
Awan: (Argh.)
Awan: (Okay, nevermind.)
Dana Fox: "Well, I can put curses on people, That usually turns you into a frog or makes you frail and blind and stuff."
Awan: (You can add a bit of code to the youtube link to start the video at a certain time. I think you need to click on the top link though. Never-mind. It just batman being batman.)
Awan: "I don't think we can get away with turning them to frogs... maybe a little frail. Is it temporary?" Awan thinking of using mist. It would help them avoid being part of the evening news. A solid minute of confusion will make all the difference.
Dana Fox: "No it a curse. Only a priest can remove it, and he has to be pure enough. Also, I would have to get inside to use it. But on the hand they probably wont realize what's going on until it's too late."
Awan: prays for strength this time, his little coyote form wasn't going to work. Maybe more of a spell that disables guns. "I'd prefer to not turn them into frogs, maybe something that confuses them. I know their criminals but... hmm." Many of his scenarios lead him or someone else to be shot.
Awan: (Hmm, I'm using all my current abilities. Mr. Coyote can give me my dry powder, and also my feral form. I'm having fun figuring this out BTW. Beth also might need something to turn the tide. I got a couple ideas in approaching this.)
Dana Fox: "I can't control what the curse does to them, which pretty much leaves or sword charging with horn. But I can cast 'shield' in my human form."
Awan: "What does shield do?" A unicorn charging in and goring one of the gunmen was a very appealing thought but Beth really doesn't need to end up in the evening news.
Dana Fox: "It creates a blue transparent disk of energy that blocks all attacks, even magic ones."
Dana Fox: "And I can swing it around and move with it".
Awan: nods. "It's better than nothing." The crooks still aren't leaving, if Awan wants to do something. It's soon. "Just disabling a gun and taking down a guy would be enough for them to abort. Make sure to let them flee though. Cops can take care of em' after that." Awan being surprisingly ballsy for a fourteen year old in an armed robbery situation. He has played way too many batman games!
Dana Fox: "Okay, so I cast shield and then start cursing them? I think I should do the curse first, because the shild is clearly visible. That way, we get surprise".
Awan: "Let me mist first though, get it over within a minute." Awan starting to sweat bullets as he actually starts to think about walking into the situation. Suddenly, not as ballsy. Okay Awan, just be like batman. He gulps a little as he starts to walk into the bank, pulling his hat down a bit. He was camera shy for good reason.
Dana Fox: The guy with the automatic rifle turns and looks and you, and Beth makes a simple hand gesture and says in some king kind or really weirdly lyrical and beautiful language, and he starts to grow fur and shrink.
Awan: hopes these men will be back to humanity, Awan can try to keep tabs on em'. Maybe. He goes ahead and kneels down, starting his misty. Should cover most of the room, sadly making everyone blind. Should terrify the gunmen though. Awan tries to look for the nearest crook to disable his gun.
Dana Fox: "Hey, what's with all this mist shit!", one of the gunman shouts, and the other says "Fuck, it's the cops! I'm taking a hostage!", and he moves towards some random lady. "What's happening to be me?" the guy with the browning shouts, his voice rising in pitch to sound positively female at the end of his sentence.
Awan: is going to have to get that guy... well formal guy out of here before cops show up. Awan really didn't want a hostage situation to form. In the chaos he decides he's going to disable the hostage taker to be's gun. Awan shifting to his anthro coyote form and looking for the nearest blunt object to apply to the gunmen's face. He tries to get out of the fog to see this, the gunman likely just out of the fog range too, if he could spot a hostage. No gun for him!
Dana Fox: (What the radius of the fog? I think it fllls the whole room. Can you check?)
Awan: (20 feet wide and high.)
Dana Fox: Okay, yeah, you can step of the fog and cast your spell. Behind you, Beth is casting 'shield' as she steps forward out of the fog.
Awan: has little options it seems for blunt weapons. One of those little poles used to set-up the que's? Hell, even a chair. He doesn't have the luxury of choice for the precious mist won't be around forever.
Dana Fox: The pole sounds good but you would have to take the rope off it. There is a chair handy.....
Awan: is going to give Mr. hostage taker the chair, grabbing and bee-lining straight to him! How's the shrinking guy doing?
Dana Fox: You hear an "Awrooo!" coming from inside the cloud, and a brown furred dog-man stumbles out of it, much shrunken to maybe four feet tall, pants-less , but still with underwear.
Dana Fox: 10
Awan: will take care of the dog-girl later, chair to criminals face!
Dana Fox: He sees you approaching, and aims his gun at you, and fires it. It fails to go off, so he clears it and fires again. Round also a dud. The you knock the crap out of him with the chair and he falls down, but he's still conscious. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the other bank robber firing at Beth, but the bullets just bounce harmlessly off her shield. She casts another curse, and he starts to shrink to, but he's not turning into anything, just shrinking.
Awan: is starting to figure out the challenge will be the fallout of dealing with two cursed foes, not beating criminals. Third gun-man is not going to be a threat much longer. Sam wanting to spare this guy from curses, dragging him a few feet into the fog. Well... after hitting him over the head with a chair again for good measure. He is going to be the lucky one. The random lady... oh. Too many witnesses already. "We got a problem, too many witnesses Beth!" And she can't turn em' all into animals either.
Dana Fox: "I don't know where she is, Frank!", Beth looks at you with a scowl. In front of you, the guy that's transforming into a dog is really whining in terror, staring at himself as he changes into a dog. His underwear falls off as he grows a tail, still getting smaller, and you can actually watch as his genitals transform slowly from what was left of his manhood to fully female.
Dana Fox: Meanwhile, the guy in front of Beth is still firing, even though he's now fun-sized, maybe three feet tall.....
Awan: can deal with transforming dog, and likely the shrunken. This is starting to get a bit out of control, and the cops will arrive in a few minutes at the most. Oh shit... oh shit. Awan bolts to the last man firing. A three foot tall guy probably wouldn't be able to hold a gun up for that long. He is going to need the gun for a very specific task. The fog should be dissipating soon. The security tapes would have to be destroyed, the memories of at least three witnesses scrambled.
Awan: (I know how to destroy the tapes!)
Dana Fox: No way. Everybody is staring at you. about a dozen or me, customers and bank employees. Beside you, the guy turning into a bitch takes off her shirt, and you can she has swelling teats. By the time you reach the second bank-robber, he's only a foot tall, but still firing at Beth, who is simple smiling evilly back at him.
Dana Fox: brb
Awan: "For fuck sakes, your not big enough for a gun." Awan just takes the guy's gun away, trying not to hurt him in the process. Awan now holds the fire-arm, must be a pistol of sorts. He looks over to the dozen or so witnesses. Awan like a deer in the head-lights. "Uhhhm. Uhhh." What would batman do. Awan starts pointing the gun towards the crowd. "Ah ha... I'm the real bank-robber! With my LSD gas and perfect coyote disguise. You'll never catch me. I just need to destroy the tapes.!" He points the gun to the teller. "Where are the security tapes!?"
Awan: (This is the best that a thirteen year old can come up with.)
Dana Fox: (That's awesome dude. 😃
Dana Fox: "Uh, in back, Hallucination Man! I don't want any trouble, just follow me", he says, and starts walking through one of the doors behind the counter. Beth is staring down at the shrinking guy as he finally empties his gun at her and it starts to click. By now, he's about an inch tall. And she raises her foot over him and smiles wickedly down at him, and he screams "Nooooo....." in a very tiny voice.
Dana Fox: brb
Awan: follows the man with the gun, a little unhinged himself as he's put in such a ridiculous situation. He barely has time to look back at shrunken man, Awan gulping. Hopefully Beth has some mercy of some kind. Soon enough though he gets to the surveillance room, wanting to unload his gun into the case and tapes. Then he's gonna have to grab the dog and get out of here. Unless they have a memory spell, they are in deep shit. So many witnesses. That and the cops have probably arrived.
Dana Fox: Well, there is a problem with that: the gun has shrunk down to the same comparative size. Also, the man shows you an armored wall vault. "The security server is in there, but only the manager can open it, and she's not here."
Awan: "What the hell do you mean the manager isn't here?" Awan wanted to grab the knocked out man's gun instead. He just needed a gun, not that it would be useful. This is pretty fucked. The LSD grenade thing might work... maybe but with so many witnesses. Nope. The tapes are intact. Awan is pretty screwed. "Oh Coyote..." Awan is going to hate himself. "I will do thy bidding if you find us a path out of this situation." He says infront of the banker. Best to make them think Awan was bat-shit crazy. He doesn't have time to think of the consequences of further putting himself into debt of the coyote. It was all part of the deal anyways...
Dana Fox: Beth walks into the room, stuffing the inch tall tall, screaming cursing bank robber into the change purse inside of her purse, and then zipping it closed. So, Hallucination Man, what's our next step?", she says in all seriousness.
Dana Fox: 10
Awan: "Wiping the tapes, taking the dog and getting the hell out of there." Awan points his gun to the teller just to make sure him or no-one else tries to jump him. "I Don't feel so heroic now."
Dana Fox: "Where are these tapes,? And why keep the dog?", she asks, a little confused. Then she gets it, or at least part of it. "Oh, you mean the security tapes", she say. And the teller points at the vault door and says "I can't open it". And Beth looks at you, shrugs, and says "I can planar travel us in there, but I might miss since I can't see my destination. And that means getting stuck in a solid object."
Awan: "How thick is the door Mr. Banker?"
Dana Fox: "3 inches of steel".
Awan: "So, teleport me about a foot in. I'll take out the tapes."
Awan: "By the way Mr. Banker, your totally under the effects of LSD."
Dana Fox: "It's a nice gesture, but I'd have to come with you or you would have no way out", Beth says. "Yes", says the bank guy. And then he points at you and says "But you'll never get away with this, Hallucination Man".
Awan: "Shutup let's get in the vault and then get the hell out of here."
Awan: was telling Mr. Banker to shutup.
Dana Fox: Beth stands next you, and a silver circle of light appears below you and moves up you nearly instantly, and now you are in the bank vault. Its mostly full of safety deposit boxes and a few separate wall safes, but there is a computer system in here, a mid-range mini about the size of a refrigerator. "Hay, we aren't fused into the floor or something", she says with a grin.
Awan: "Right, destroy the tapes, wipe em' steal em'." Awan looks to the computer, better not have a password. "Hey wait, what are you going to do with the shrunken man?" He asks this as he tries to log on. Honestly finding the hard-drive and shooting it just might be a better idea.
Awan: "You know what, disregard that question... I just want those tapes."
Dana Fox: "I was going to put him in my fishbowl", she says, "It has an island", and she starts tapping her foot. Then she conjures that big-ass silver hand-and-a-half sword she uses out of thin air, and hands it to you. "Here, you can reprogram it with this."
Dana Fox: 10
Awan: "Reprogram, what are you... oh okay." Second time he's taken a sword. Just as awkward to handle as he lines it up onto the computer. Straight through the middle, and if he misses the hard-drive a second swipe. Shouldn't be too hard. Any recording equipment too. "Why is there a mini in here?" He strikes the computer!
Dana Fox: "Beats me", she says. When you take the sword it starts to burn with a silver odyllyc fire which drips onto the floor, scarring it and leaving small pits. But you beat the hell out of the mini until you find its raid array, and then your stab through all nine disk drives with one impaling blow.
Awan: "Evidence destroyed... I think that's it. So were probably now surrounded by cops. We just need to get the dog and get out of here." Awan a bit disappointed in himself, the situation did not go to plan, but it wasn't the time to give up. Being in the vault though was some-what calming. A moment to think.
Dana Fox: "I memorized where we came from, so it won't be dangerous this time", she says, and planar travels you back out of the vault. The teller is of course gone.
Awan: "Okay... almost done." Awan making his way back to the lobby, ignoring any strange glances he's getting. Now to find that dog...
Dana Fox: The dog is nowhere to be seen. She must have run for it. Beth looks at the crowd and says "You've just been robbed by Hallucination Man and Mirage Woman". And then she picks up on of the two bags of cash.
Dana Fox: Gotta fast food, back in 45.
Awan: (And here I am eating tuna out of a can.... don't even have some toast to put it on.)
Dana Fox: Back! (I know how that feels....)
Awan: (Getting better at cooking, just takes practice.)
Awan: (Oh right, I didn't post.)
Awan: has some serious questions about the bag of cash and why Beth has one but... maybe it's just to make it seem like they were bank-robbers. All Awan wants to do is look outside the side-door. Are the cops there. He pokes only his head out.
Dana Fox: You can hear sirens in the distance. It may have seemed like forever, but it probably took maybe two minutes from the the alarm bells going off to where you are now. Down the street to you can see that female brown dog racing down the sidewalk, her bulbous teats swinging and swaying beneath her as she runs. And then an alley dog, a big male Doberman, steps out of an alley, sniffs the air, and starts chasing her, his tail wagging happily, barking happily as he runs.
Awan: is questioning his luck as the place hasn't been surrounded by the cops by now. Must be a busy day for them. "Beth, this is our time to get out of here." Awan see's the dog and briefly thinks if they should rescue her. After-all, an armed robbery should equal a life as a feral. He just sort-of grimly looks at her as the Doberman gain's pace. He doesn't have time to save her. Besides, he just might convince Beth to let the other poor man go. The one guy that got beaten by the chair was lucky. Awan puts his hand-pawn on his fore-head, he really should take some lessons from all of this. This did not go to plan. "Beth, let's head down a few alleys."
Dana Fox: "Right", she says. "I'll call an uber". And you start walking down the alleyways as make makes a call on her smartphone. You are several blocks away in front of some Italian joint where she says "We wait here". The police arrive at the bank, blocks behind you, and then some guy shown up in an old Subaru, rolls down his window and shouts "Uber!"
Awan: had turned to his human form. "Right... Uber." The whole consequences thing of their actions of the last thirty minutes will surely come crashing down shortly, but for now... an Uber ride. He just wants to act all casual for now in the Uber ride. Everything normal except shrunk man... and the bag of cash. Awan still had a gun in his shorts. He really, really did not feel like batman.
Awan: (Were'ja go for fast-food?)
Dana Fox: It actually a rather nice leather hand-bag, although very large. But you get into the Uber and Beth says "Take us to the Mexican food place you know of."
Dana Fox: (Taco Bell. I like their taco supremes and it's not far).
Awan: (Probably no Chick-fil-a or Bojangles in your region. Shame. Shame.)
Dana Fox: (Their is a chick, maybe 15 miles away. I love them, though, the few times....)
Dana Fox: He drops you off at an El Apache, one of those Mexican food places where you can smell the food from outside the restaurant and it just makes you hungry. She pays the Uber guy from her pocket, not the bag. and she heads in. "I think we have enough time for dinner", she says, and opens the door for you.
Dana Fox: A satchel. It's a leather satchel).
Awan: "Thanks." Awan is now pretty disturbed about all that has happened. Food though sounds like a good idea, and maybe a drink. He heads in with Beth in tow. He's got a growing list of questions though, only interrupted by a craving for a good couple of burritos.
Dana Fox: You go and find a seat in a wall booth. There is a little Mexican flag in the center of the table that has a label on it's base that says "Raise for Service". She picks up her menu and starts to go through it. "Want to split large fajita plate?", she asks.
Awan: "Sure... uh Beth. Can we talk?" Awan out of his element once more. At there's a bit of water he could sip on. "But yeah, fajita would work."
Dana Fox: (No water yet). "Yeah, what's on your mind?", she asks, raising the flag. A waitress starts to walk towards you after grabbing a couple of ice waters, some, queso and salsa.
Awan: awaits the waiter, taking his time to think of the right questions. "Let's not discuss too much about what happened recently. Though I have to ask, weren't you part angel?"
Dana Fox: "Yeah, I told you that. And I want that part of my soul back", she says. "Because it's mine". And she gets this rather evil look on her face as you get the complimentary chips and stuff. The waitress asks you if you are ready to order, and she orders the large fajita plate, and the waitress walks off.
Awan: "So... do angels typically shrink men or possibly permanently transform them into dogs?" Awan might of had some serious confusion about real angels, or it may be she's just half angel. Still cute, but now there is something different about her. Awan a little scared himself.
Dana Fox: "No, that's the power I traded the bright part of my soul for - so I could manipulate the Logrus enough to summon things, so I could planar travel, and curse people and stuff. Other than that I just know a few first level spells and cantrips and stuff", she says, dipping a chip in salsa and munching on it.
Awan: nods. It's actually a satisfactory answer. "Okay, that makes sense. I'll make sure to help you recover part of your soul when the time comes." Awan gives in and has some salsa. Oh, he really needs cheese dip though. Maybe lifting up the flag... cheese dip is required. "Now as for me. I could of done a-lot better. I did pull a gun on someone, an innocent man." Awan looking a little longingly at the chip in his hand.
Dana Fox: "It isn't going to be easy, but there must be a way to do it. It's Baphomet that has it. And relax, you didn't hurt him, and we had to do it since we decided to get involved", she says, looking rather non-plussed.
Awan: awaits support of cheese to raise his spirits. If they didn't act, maybe the situation would of de-escalated. Though the vault wasn't going to open. They wouldn't get some cash. Cops would of arrived. Hostage situation avoided, and none of the hostages were hurt. Maybe they saved a life... maybe. "What do you think happened to the man that turned into a dog?"
Dana Fox: "I'm sure he's re-evaluating his life right now", she says with a grin. And there is queso (cheese sauce with little peppers chunks) already here, next to the salsa. She's munching down on the chips right now.
Awan: (Hey, I took some basic spanish.)
Awan: nods. "Welp, perhaps it's better than prison?" He snacks down on a couple of cheesy chips. For some reason, after all that has happened, they taste delicious. He needed that. "So... the little guy. We are going to release him eventually no?"
Dana Fox: "Well, I was going to question him first, but I'm not sure about releasing him. He knows what we look like. Besides, theirs no way to turn him back without knowing a Saint. So I figured I'd feed him to my Siamese fighting fish".
Awan: nods a bit. "Maybe give him a few days before you decide on that." Awan out of questions for now, returning to the safety of cheesy chips. "So, umm... I'll just think it over tonight and see where we could improve on such... future." He pauses with a slight sigh. "Endeavors."
Dana Fox: "You wan't to do that again?", she looks at you oddly, cocking her head to one side. "You have an idea of fun".
Awan: "I mean, were not crime fighters so that was probably mistake number one. But our work will involve the normal folk so we could use this bank thing and learn from it." Fun would be an odd word indeed. Aman trying to remain rational despite the situation. Also he staring at Beth a little too much again. Great, he can feel that attraction. It will probably get him killed in this line of work.
Dana Fox: "What work is that?", she asks you, genuinely curious.
Awan: "I don't know, containing demons. Saving the world. I don't know but my boss suggests I'm supposed to do something 'great'."
Awan: hates himself for doing this but... footsies. One foot click into Beth's by accident as he finishes another chip.
Dana Fox: "Oh, yeah. You can't let the Lovecraftian stuff in, it lowers the whole dimensions property values", she says. And then she smiles as she feels you playing footsie with her.
Awan: doesn't smile for now, it's more a very mild smirk. He wasn't kicked back so... a little more footsies. "So, may I ask something about unicorns?"
Dana Fox: "Sure!"
Awan: "So an Angel might not be purely angelic. Is a unicorn though supposed to be pure?"
Dana Fox: She looks at you oddly. "Pretty much, yeah. But that part I had to trade away. I can't purify water or cure poison anymore by touching with my horn. But I still have some of my other abilities, like my magic resistance and for some reason my ability to detect virgins."
Awan: scratches his head. Detecting virgins... what an odd ability. More footsies, Awan getting just a little more aggressive. Maybe save it until main course arrives. "Sorry, just curious. Always kind-of liked equines. Horses were the first to talk to me."
Awan: "A very odd moment, if not kind-of funny now." Awan finally smiles a little.
Dana Fox: (hey, I gotta nap. I ate too much. Probably wont be on again until tomorrow morning. Sorry).
Awan: (K.)
Awan: (Oh and uh... end?)
Awan: (let me try)
Awan: !end
