Tokochiro.

It's been six days, I vote you go without him. He's been less active lately, hasn't posted in Illusia either. I'm thinking he's on some unannounced leave and has no access to a computer.

Rolling.

CaveCricket48 (Raphael) [10-3=7]:
You lie still and let Dane do his work. You feel him rustle around in your pack and pull out your duct tape.
"This, ah, might hurt a little."
Dane then proceeds to remove the shrapnel from your various small wounds and duct tape them closed. You pass out from pain after the first one.
Thankfully for you, as Dane finishes each wound, your Chakra takes effect, and staunches the bleeding extraordinarily fast. You've still got several deep flesh wounds across your body, but they're no longer leaking your lifeblood all over the place. You'll live, but you won't be of much use for now.

Name: Raphael

Ociamarru (Vadim Ivanov) [2]:
You walk over to the front door a few feet away, and head into the lobby.
"Someone called for a medic? 'Cos the doctor is in."
Just after you say this, someone pokes their head around the corner.
"I FOUND ONE!"
He then runs out from behind the corner, firing a submachine gun in your direction. You swear and drop to the floor in front of the receptionist's desk.

Name: Vadim Ivanov

Emogotsaone (Jamal) [8]:
Wait, if they're coming for you, then what they won't expect is...
You pull your SVD back out and spin back around the corner. Neither of the guards in the hallway see you.
You aim, wait for a pause between breathes, and pull the trigger. With a loud boom that reverberates down the hallway, one of the guards drops. Before he has a chance to realize what just happened, the other guard goes down with a similar boom.
You holster your SVD again and jog back to the room.
Name: Jamal

Tokochiro (Mana) [5]:
"Any way I can help?"
"Yes, tape his wounds up when I get the shrapnel out."
"...Ick..."
You don't complain though. Dane removes the shrapnel, and you tape each wound closed with a tight strip of tape.

Name: Mana

Tomaster (Sir Charles) [1]:
"Guys, Raphael has duct tape in his backpack. Someone use it to tape his wounds up until Vadim gets here."
"Yes dear!"
Dane gets to it, with Mana helping. You then get back to the guards, but before you can try anything, two loud booms echo down the hallway, and one of the guards falls down in front of the door, with a very clearly exploded head.

Name: Sir Charles the Thirty-Second

Barnox (Dane) [10-1=9]:
"Guys, Raphael has duct tape in his backpack. Someone use it to tape his wounds up until Vadim gets here."
"Yes dear!"
Okay, you can handle this. You pull the duct tape out of Raphael's pack.
"Any way I can help?"
"Yes, tape his wounds up when I get the shrapnel out."
"...Ick..."
You hand the tape to Mana, then address Raphael.
"This, ah, might hurt a little."
Since you don't have anything better, you're forced to use your bare hands to extract the shrapnel. Raphael is clearly in a lot of pain from it, but you're more concerned about infection. Eh, time for that later. You use your probability control to yoink every chunk of shrapnel successfully, while Mana tapes the holes closed. Raphael passed out from the pain a while ago, so you let him rest.

Name: Dane


Game Events: Vadim is on the 1st Floor, in the lobby.
Raphael, Jamal, Dane, Mana, and Sir Charles are in a room on the 1st Floor.

6 Guards attacking Vadim out front.
13 Dead Guards.

It'd be nice if ya guys helped me out. I'd have enough trouble killing six people by myself even if I were healthy, let alone having -4 to my rolls.
Reinforce the receptionist desk with a psionic shield. Blindfire at the soldiers, full auto.

Oh, and if I die from this encounter, whoever comes in might wanna refine their character to fill in the role of 'medic'.

What the hell happened to this?

Hyper went to Canada for a bit.