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| [In the cool evening, the boat shivers like a living beast as an explosion ripples through steel and magical bonds. There's a pregnant pause, and then fire alarms shriek. Thick, black smoke billows from the burning weapons magazine. It looks like the Red Demon has destroyed a room full of high technology and weapons from Rowe's collection. One might even be tempted to call Rowe unlucky, except that the hole in the ship's hull is above the waterline. Phew!
What about the bomber? It looks like the Red Demon is nowhere to be found. These bombs went off on a timer.
The ship rocks back and forth with a sickening lurch before settling down in the water. The Red Demon has struck again.]
[OOC: Anyone who wishes to have their character caught in the blast, hurt by fire or otherwise inconvenienced by the bomber please feel free. Bombs are inexact weapons, and it's plausible that your character was near the zone of destruction and sustained injury as heavy or as light as you wish.] | |
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| [The fallen arch-angel assumed he had switched the communicator's function back to audio, but in reality, it was still on video. So, viewers are treated to fairly damaged Sandrath who is missing a good portion of his face and upper body. Except, he's not bleeding or has any gore showing but there is a dark, featureless form covering everywhere he's injured. With the remainder of his face, he looks a bit annoyed and disoriented with what just happened, despite experiencing a fair bit of pain. As he speaks, his voice seems to be louder than usual as if he couldn't hear himself.]
Be careful where -- ah -- you go. [There's a visible wince.] There might be traps hidden around.
[He moves to end the recording and murmurs something as he struggles to keep himself standing up.]
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