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Mr. Salt suddenly stops reading through the book. He pulls out a comically small set of reading glasses to read the contents a bit closer. "...Stardust, Bonedust, blood of two sinners?"
[HOPELESS WRECK] HOLD THE FUCK UP. SINNER BLOOD? THAT'S NOT IN ANY OF THE RITUALS.
[DYING LIGHT] Oh no. There was that one ritual Uriel didn't want to talk about.
"Uh, do you know anything about 'obliteration'?" Mr. Salt looks up towards the camera. You shake your camera 'no'. "I'll...note that down so you can read later."
Mr. Salt tosses two revolver bullets onto a pile of empty boxes. "There is your payment, HAHA! NOW, MY KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR!" He points towards Bill. Bill points back at him. "YES, YOU HORRID DEMON OF SODIUM, IODINE, AND POTASSIUM?"
"EN GARDE!" Mr. Salt raises his fists mockingly. "IF YOU SAY SO, SALT FIEND!" You note that his posture looks a bit more unsteady than usual.
>THE BIG ONE, REBORN (Forged with the help of holy fire. +2 FORCE, can add up to 4 +1s to any dice in any configuration, can fully reroll all FORCE dice twice per command. Fully repaired.)
>GWIT ASPECT REVEALED: BLESSED (When used alongside other PARADIGMS, it boosts the powers or effects of the other PARADIGM(s).)
>Salty Chicken Soup (More salt than chicken. Four charges left. STA+ and temporary Physical Protection+ when consumed, might have other effects)
>OBLITERATION (Requires the full exsanguination of two sinners, two people well versed in combat to judge them, and the fluids of 4 C-Extract syringes. Does massive MIXED damage to up to three targets.)
[DYING LIGHT] ...No wonder why Uriel didn't want to talk about it. Imagine how painful it would be to die like that.
[BOUND BY DUTY] It says nothing about the 'sinners' needing to be awake or aware. Overdose them on painkillers. The issue is a steady supply.
[HOPELESS WRECK] D-CLASSES ARE USUALLY SINNERS, NO? WHY THE FUCK SHOULD WE CARE IF THEY DIE?
[DYING LIGHT] They are human just like the rest of us! It's one thing to use them for REFINEMENT but this is too much!
[BOUND BY DUTY] A trolley. Would you rather kill two or stay idle and let seven die?
[HOPELESS WRECK] BUT THE PENALTY TO OUR SCORE EITHER WAY. IT MIGHT BE WORTH IT TO RISK NO DEATHS IF WE MUST.
>A2, get B3 some much-needed food and coffee.
Adama sits down in a chair nearby the still recovering chef. He meekly waves towards her. "Didn't I just talk to you?" He carefully asks, genuinely unsure.
"I get that a lot." Adama mutters. "So, you're that weird chef thing, huh?"
"T-that's a weird way to describe it but yes. Seems like a lot of people are talking about me." He glances to the side. Arthur looks away, whistling a tune. "It's weird."
"Eh, don't worry about it." Adama places a cup of coffee, an apple, and a bagel onto the small table next to Benedict's bed. "I'm just here to check up on you."
"O-oh, thanks!" He grabs the apple and bites down on it before quickly scarfing it down like it's the best thing ever.
