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| Polyta helps Helen up off her feet, Coral prances up to them. The orb in her hand is cracked deeply, and spiritual energy seeps out of it. |
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[Should probably have a dialogue exchange involving Nix here, I don't want Polyta to put her on blast just yet though-- maybe some light admonishment and reminding her that they all need to be on the same page for these things.] |
| I was hoping to save the Ultra Orb for if Proteus got aggressive... |
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* We might be able to re-use it!
* It's cracked from the last use, sure, but I feel like I could still-- |
| The orb shatters in Coral's hand. |
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| Headless Ed flies out of it, cackling madly. |
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* AHAHAHAAAAHAAAAHAAAA!!
* I'M FREE! I'M FREEEE!!! |
| The remaining fishman attempts to puff up his chest against Coral and co, but he's visibly not too confident. |
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| H- hey! I'm still standing here, you know! You should all get ready, cause I can still kick your butts!! |
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| * Ah! Mister fishman. [Something pointing out how he's outnumbered, working her way to her point.] |
| Coral talks to the fishman. DEBATE START!!! |
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| * [Words to the effect of convincing the fishman to go get Proteus and tell him that they want to talk.] |
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| [Fishman seems to be on board...] |
| The fishman cops a laser blast square in the chest! |
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| Victory!! The party confusedly get XP, including a familiar silhouette... |
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| * What the fuck, who...!? |
| Major Mercy stands on a big rock overlooking the group, a dark smile across her face. Her gun arm smokes still. The blade angel wraps around her other arm and has wormed their way into her armour. |
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