Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170718203841

Tanner slapped his forehead.

"Duh.  Why else would Kheiro set up in the Undercity?  It's the closet he can get to his Chacha-friend.  If we'd stayed there, he'd had to have come right back to us." Tanner thought on that for a moment, before blanching. "If the bomb was set off under there, there wouldn't be a Seattle left.  It'll all collapse."

"In the Prophecy, Rick.  It's all in the Prophecy."

"Bodily fluids.  Blood, urine, the works.  Wanted to try and make an artifical body, thought I was Frankenstein or something.  Didn't work out." Beacon shrugged, filling a vial up underneath one of the tubes, a yellow-orange liquid pouring into it. "This is adrenaline.  It'll stop whatever's happening to him for the moment, I think.  Shock his body into fighting a little harder."