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Patune's thick twist of tentacles twisted and pulsed inside Magda, as his blood lust boiled. She felt herself slipping into his primal need to dominate, joining in his excitement. She felt the mass driver fail to reload and sent a thought to a bundle of muscles that supported the mechanism to flex, inching the steel mass past the snag. Patune could feel Magda's excitement, the pleasure of his coiling interface on her naked skin and it flooded him with the drive to prove his dominance. He roared and lumbered forward. The mass driver meant nothing to him. His instinct was to fend and tear. he lowered his gait, putting the mass and strength of his legs low and behind him, ready to drive into and through the kaiju. Magda was his. His thick tentacles slithered over her, squeezing protectively and possessively, Inside her he writhed, reminding her of how exquisite his presence was. Magda opened her mouth, drawing another tendril in with a gentle suck, She triggered the rail gun as Patune's foot dug into the earth and drove them forward. With Scylla free to help Patches, the pair broke the last of the drone's signal defenses. They had control. //Kaiju, rolled 2 using 1d6. Target (1-4 Patune, 5 Scylla, 6 Granite). Just for fun, would you like to take a turn with the kaiju attacking Patune?

As Billy sped off Dylan was glad they hadn't run away. Instead they hurried to Selene's side. They reached to touch the smaller woman but stopped short. The freak label strong in their mind and uncertain if they would get it on Selene. "Lene," they began, voice shaking and hand trembling, "I- I- I'm sorry. That was my fault. I should go - " At Charlotte's offer of meth, Dylan cut themself off and looked over their shoulder to the lot Billy had just sped away from. "Seems to make people mean. Maybe not so good for a party, but I could use some. I can't pay you though." Dylan turned to the door and headed out, "Tell Robin I'm sorry."

What are you playing? I have Kingdom Death: Monster and Cthulhu Death May Die. As well as some smaller titles, but I love KDM. Rest of my group prefers Death May Die, which is a FABULOUS game. I just like that KDN is grim.

I like a lot of those RPG adjacent board games.

Guilty. Was never my thing. Next poster has gone in public "plugged"

Guilty. In a few different contexts. The next poster has BEEN paid for companionship.

"Lene," Dylan called desperately, "don't. He's right." They knelt in the rough gravel, knees scraped and legs akimbo behind them. "I am a freak." The pain in Dylan's knees and bleeding palms was welcome, understandable. It was real, clear and its cause was easy to see. They stood up slowly, head down. Dylan couldn't decide what to do. It would really be best if they left, just went back to the lab and waited. But they couldn't leave Selene. And what about Robin? "Leave her, Billy." Dylan begged, "You can do whatever you want to me - I can take it."

Reading @Chiyako's post, I think Dylan is Going to take Sympathy is My Weapon from the Mortal playbook.

That's Dylan's 5th experience. I feel like them lashing out would cement that (and give them another experience for acting in a way to make that part of them), but they're already afraid of what Selene and Charlotte thinks. I put it in my post, but I kind of feel like they may need to roll keep your cool.

Dylan spun to the ground landing hard. Confusion rattled with drugs in their skull. He'd wanted to be pleasured, that's how it always was. Sometimes it hurts, but not like this. Their fists knotted into balls of rage and tears streamed down their face. It was easier when they knew. Freak. Dylan pushed themself to their knees in the dirt, crumpled and disoriented. The drugs no longer felt good and the terrible visions welled up.

They're close to lashing out. Let's just hope that roll goes better...

Or not: Dylan, rolled 4 using 2d6+1 ((2,1)). Marking experience.

Dylan stopped at the open door, suddenly painfully aware Selene wasn't beside her. They'd been too high, too excited about finding Charlotte for Robin and Selene, and now Selene was faced with a demand that Dylan knew well. "Charlotte," they repeated, more loudly, "time to get ready for the party." They urged as they turned back to Billy. Dylan let their hips roll as they crossed the distance between them. It was old ground, being told to walk this way, to peel back their clothes. No because Dylan wanted to, but because someone wanted them too. The act itself was strangely comforting, but doing it by choice was terrifying. They pursed their lips as they drew close to the pair, "I'd like to try, Billy," they said, reaching for his prodigious member.

We're going to find out.

I was thinking about Dylan offering to help him out, just to see what he does - they were made as a toy, so the actual act is probably not frightening.

Not guilty in many years. Next poster has paid for hair removal of some kind.

//I like the stunt, go ahead and add it. But, before you decide to use it, I'm going to randomly determine what the Kaiju does. If it gets a hold of you at -4 it will hurt. A lot. For right now it's focused on Patune but Kaiju are sketchy, skittish things.//

Not guilty, but only by a couple of months. Next poster owns skates - roller or ice.

Guilty. But in my defense, not until I started working at a comic shop and never superheroes. Next poster has seen more than 5 MCU movies in a cinema.

Guilty. A lot. All ways and always. Next poster is not a crotchety old fuck.

Not guilty? A list of shit to do like that feels like a burden. I sometimes need it, but yeah.... Not guilty. Next poster has finally let THAT thing go.

Dylan could see Selene blushing and struggling to look away from Billy's, admittedly impressive, and grossly inappropriate, display. As soon as they could, Dylan pulled Selene towards the cabin. "Are you okay?" They asked, unsure why Selene seemed uncomfortable. At the door Dylan just opened it and walked in. "Charlotte?" They called.

Dylan offered the boys an joyfully trippy smile as they climbed out of the van, pausing to lean between the front seats and give Shawn's shoulder an earnest squeeze, "Seriously, I owe you. We really appreciate this." Dylan stumbles getting out of the van, catches themself and giggles like a school girl as they steady themself on the van. As Selene starts to exit, Dylan offers her a hand, "Whoa - watch, 'Lene." They wished it was Robin, but it felt nice, being close to Selene. Not being afraid of her hands. She gave Selene a smile and cocked her head toward where Billy was smoking and gave Shawn and his friends a wave. 'SHIT!' they thought, 'I'm actually with a person. A friend. and some cool guys helped us...' Dylan wasn't sure what to make of it, but lead Selene towards Billy. "Hey, Billy," they called and Billy turned around, surprised to hear his voice, Revealing his impressive cock as his robe fell open. "Wow." They said. It wasn't new territory for the Hollow, but new context. One they didn't really know how to address. Part of them was afraid but The Makers' rules didn't apply. A glance at Selene offered no guidance. 'We'll get it some nice tackle.' Why the memory came spilling back, Dylan couldn't fathom. "Uh, nice tackle." they said pointing. The drugs were addling their brain and Dylan shook her head, offering Billy an apologetic smile. "Hey, Billy," they repeated, "I've seen you around the midway, working and sometimes Charlotte comes to see you. We're looking for her. We're friends with her sister, and Robin's worried about her. Have you seen her?"

Part of me really wants to have them say, "That's what my dad would have called 'nice tackle'."

I have an idea, but I've been way busier than usual today. In case it matters, and @Chiyako doesn't want to wait, I think Dylan knows Billy by seeing him at Playland, selling weed. Did he maybe sell The Maker drugs too?