Around Town, Wednesday Afternoon

[notallbluemonks]

Beau had a splatter of green paint across one cheek, several more locks of hair than usual falling out of her topknot, and a ferally delighted grin on her face.

She'd just been out on a run around town (her second of the day, don't judge her) when she came across the paintball war as it happened to start spilling out into town, and a lucky shot from one of the Monday morning gym regulars had grazed her.

So now she was darting all around the place, trying to find pockets of skirmishing and ... maybe hoping to bait people into shooting at her. Look, she was quick and dodgy and could catch arrows out of the air and didn't get much of a chance to do that last thing around here.

So.

"Come on, fuckers, come get me!"

Hey, at least paintballs counted as nonlethal damage, so she wasn't going to end up having to make death saving throws again Which should be a relief to the several people who weren't a fan of watching her get her ass knocked out in a fight again. And hey, your one 6HP heal per day ability was safe this time, Yasha.

[OOC: So open! I wanted to play with Beau's canon Deflect Missiles ability, so I figured it would be easier to just make one post rather than have to explain it a million times.

So this is how it works, adapted for Fandom purposes: I'm going to roll a d10 and add 10 to the result to determine how much "damage" she can attempt to negate in reaction to a shot. Then, because I am not figuring out attack/damage modifier stats for all of you, I'll roll 3d12 to see how much "damage" you do, with a bonus of 10 if your character is a marksman. If that total beats the first one, it's a hit, otherwise she gets to swat the paintball out of the air and try to throw it back/ricochet it at you because D&D monks are ridiculous. I'll assume your shots are on target unless you specify that they're not.

Yes, I am absolutely rolling for this and will give results in an OOC note. Yes, I have enough dice at my work desk to do it. Yes, I put way too much thought into it.]

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[magnusrushesin]

Was Magnus enjoying this game way too much because he was actually hypercompetetive? Yes. Yes, he was. But that was life, okay? Also, this was just preparation for his class tomorrow.

"Welcome... to the Thundah Dome!" he shouted, holding his paintball gun in the air.

Because heck yeah, other person who was gonna take this way too seriously and use those dice rolls to break people's psyches. Mostly the DM's.

[notallbluemonks]

"Is that what this is?" Beau yelled back, grinning. HELLO RIDICULOUS HYPERCOMPETITIVE BUDDY. "Bring it, dude!"

[magnusrushesin]

"Heck yeah!" Magnus beamed back at her giving a little fist pump of 'Yes' before taking aim using the stats from his short bow before rolling an 18.

You know, this was easier when there was a DM telling him armor classes all the time.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Illyana had decided almost immediately that staying around the inciting faculty was stupid, since they'd made the course, and teleported herself (and any other student who wanted out) into town.

So, there was a disgruntled blonde girl in a tree, who'd happily take a cheap shot at Beau, if she was going to ask for it.

[notallbluemonks]

And guess what? 18 just happened to be Beau's armor class, because the Bracers of Defense she'd finally saved up enough to order from Pumat Sol weren't here yet. So that would be a hit, Magnus.

She put out a hand to swat at the paintball -- and was a split second too late, because it got her squarely in the collarbone.

"Oh, you asshole," she said almost cheerfully.


[[Rolled a 13 for Beau's Deflect Missiles against an 18!]]>

[magnusrushesin]

"Alright, alright. Now me, now me," he said, rolling his shoulders and bounding from one foot to the other.

[notallbluemonks]

Oh, Beau was absolutely asking for it.

And had rolled a natural 1 on perception, so you had a nice clear shot too, Illyana!

[notallbluemonks]

Beau snorted and snagged a paintball gun that some hapless NPC combatant had abandoned.

"This is more Nott's thing," she muttered, but shrugged and brought it up to aim. "Pop pop, motherfucker!"

[[And rolled a dirty 20 to hit, even with no proficiency bonus.]]

[legionqueen]

Right, so Jules had eventually gotten bored of being holed up in her original position and had decided to make her way (slowly) through town to find some more targets.

So, yes, that’d be a paintball coming Beau’s way as Jules poked her head up from the bush she was using for cover.

[magnusrushesin]

Now, with the Fletcher's Mitt, his AC was bumped up to a 20 on non-magical ranged attacks. Which meant he caught that paintball... ball and chucked it back at her.

But the attack roll on that was only a twelve this time around. "Did you see that?! That was so sick!"

[notallbluemonks]

A paintball that Beau was a split second too late to dodge, even, and when she reached out to try and grab it, it just splattered all over her hand and face.

"That was a warmup," she yelled in the general direction of where she thought the shot had come from.

Sure.

[[lol for the record I rolled a 19 to Jules's 30.]]

[notallbluemonks]

"Dude! You can do that shit too?" Beau gave him the enthused yet slightly bewildered look of someone who didn't think that was an inherent ability for his class? "Do it again!"

... and also rolled a 12, go figure.

[magnusrushesin]

It was a magic number!

"I've got this magic glove," he said, waving that hand all John Cena-like before catching it again with an enthusiastic, "Huh-pah!"

Oh, ouch, this attack roll was a 7. Look, sometimes the dice weren't on his side.

"So you have a magic glove too?"

Talking, as we all know, was a free action in the middle of all this.

[gospel_of_oblivion]

That would be one clean, straight shot to the back of Beau's back, because Illyana was not above fighting dirty.

And then immediately firing off a second shot, to try and take advantage of her sneak attack.

[notallbluemonks]

Beau held her hands up and wiggled her fingers, smirking as the paintball went wide. "Magic glove? Pffft, these are already magic."

Beauregard.

Too bad about that 18 attack roll with a non-magical ranged attack, huh? Might've been enough if she had proficiency, but nope.

[magnusrushesin]

They totally needed to buff that somehow, right?

"Oh riiiiight. The monk thing. Man, I knew I should have learned magic," he said, catching it again. They were just playing paintball hot potato at this point.

Ouch, a ten on this one. Maybe he'd accidentally gotten Merle's dice?

[notallbluemonks]

Somebody needed a dice jail. Beau's was only an 11, so dice jails for everyone!

"Not gonna lie, it wouldn't hurt," she admitted. "But I've got some cool shit."

This is not how you paintball, kids.

[magnusrushesin]

Or was it?

"You wanna show me some cool stuff and I'll show you cool stuff?"

[grayskollar]

Adora wouldn't ordinarily attack someone who seemed to be unarmed out of hand, but she was having fun and she wanted to see what kind of obvious trap she was springing. So she popped off a shot squarely aimed at Beau's torso.

[notallbluemonks]

"... okay!"

And Beau dropped the paintball gun, did a fancy spin, and then just threw another one at him.

Monks.

[notallbluemonks]

Fighting dirty, huh? Yeah, kid, Beau liked you already.

The second shot with a roll of 29 caught her in the side as she was spinning, trying to see where the first one had come from.

This wasn't much like holding off a bunch of gnolls in a doorway, huh? Whoops.

[notallbluemonks]

This time on matching rolls of 24! Beau got a hand up and intercepted the paintball just barely before it would have burst open on impact -- somewhat to her surprise, if the split second of her eyes going wide was any indication.

A quick use of her ki energy to sort of tweak the momentum of the projectile, and the paintball was flying back at Adora with a pretty decent amount of accuracy.

[grayskollar]

Adora yelped and dodged backwards, the sword shimmering into existence almost too late to block, paint spattering against the surface of its shield form.

Keeping the shield up she fired another quick burst of shots around it. She couldn't aim as well like this but Beau only had two hands to block with, right?

[legionqueen]

Was that the faintest hint of a disbelieving scoff coming from that bush over there?

Yeah. Yeah it was. Look, she was war-gifted, not stealth-gifted. Also firing off another shot because that declaration sounded a hell of a lot like a challenge, to her.

[magnusrushesin]

"Ah shit, sweet flips!" Magnus said, not even caring that he totally got a splat of paint on his chest.

[notallbluemonks]

"Cool monk shit, man," Beau told him, grinning.

What? It was nice to have her weird cool skills appreciated, okay?

"So what do you have to show me?"

[gospel_of_oblivion]

To be fair, Illyana was probably a bit more rabid than your regular gnoll. And she had the high ground.

But she apparently hadn't been spotted yet, so she fired off a third shot to push her luck before she had to teleport away.

[notallbluemonks]

A shot that Beau caught, this time (though not nearly in as cool-looking a way as she'd have liked), and immediately threw back.

It ... looked like it had a decent chance of at least hitting the shrubbery?

[[Beau's 14 roll juuuuuust edged out Jules's 13 this time!]]

[magnusrushesin]

"Oh, I got sneak attack, hold on." He dashed into a bush with a dirty twenty.

Because multi-classing was the shit.

[notallbluemonks]

Only two hands to block with, and only one reaction per round. So.

She batted the first shot aside, took the second on the chin, and might've caught the third if she hadn't been gawking at the sword. "Dude, that's dope."

Which probably left her an easy target for the next shot.

[notallbluemonks]

"... does that even work if I know you went to go hide?"

Look, clarifying the rules of sneak attack at least once per session was practically required.

[magnusrushesin]

"Um," the bush said.

Because where was the GM when you needed them? Was this the point where they spent half an hour looking at the Player's Handbook and then ordered a pizza while people argued and rules lawyered?

[grayskollar]

It would've if Beau hadn't discovered Adora's not so secret weakness, a deep seated need for praise and affirmation. "Yeah, it's kind of neat," she said, letting the sword turn back into a sword. "I mean, catching those balls is pretty cool too."