Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5543592-20190806184813

The mutant's skin was tough, tough enough to stop a bullet, so being shot in liver was more like a 1,700 mph gut punch than a death sentence--but still incredibly painful regardless.

The creature screamed and threw Shanks away, not caring when he landed, lowering its arms to better protect itself, and zeroed in on Kayleigh.

"That's not the game, my dear." Mister Finger said, wagging a finger. "There have been many others sitting where you sit now.  Some have walked away, most have joined me here as a more permnenant fixture.  Hades came here one last time, not too long ago.  He was different, of course, more like I am now than we had both been.  Oh the knowledge he had.  A psyker's madness is a terrible thing, Morgan.  The things they see, that they are privy to... it boggles the mind.

"Come now.  You have more to tell me, certainly.  Shrike's associates, what do you know of them?"

The door chimed pleasantly and unlocked.

"Uh, eh, thank you?" Edwin said, unsure how to respond.

"Grandmother's off limits." The floor manager, Rudolph, frowned, edging towards the door. "No one is to distrub her."

Tanner walked over and hit him in the back of the head. He faceplanted into the desk.

"Might want to do the same with him." Tanner said to Naomi, nodding at Edwin.