Project Hestia paraphysician Max Barr and Jean Splicer rush up to escort Tracer out of the ring and off-stage. She can barely walk, and she’s shouting something about Caestus Pax. As others approach to help, Barr yells out that all Hestia personnel should evacuate the arena due to dangerously high levels of quantum radiation. Both of them can barely be heard above the roar of the crowd, who seem to be oblivious to what’s going on below. They’re trying to rush the ring, clamoring for autographs of Hestia and XWF members alike, but so far Gabriel and his security team are keeping them under control. Meanwhile, out in the bleachers, Caestus Pax is kinetically signing dozens of autographs at the same time while posing for the cameras.
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This is a blog for an Abberant PBeM game. Some of the material on this and related pages has been taken whole or in part from the XWF book, and modified to fit this campaign. The main page can be found at Project Hestia.
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"Where's Pax? He's here somewhere. I can't see him. Where did he go? Have to get away. Where is he? Where did Pax go?"
"Good job everyone. I've taken the liberty of arranging a suitable afterparty. Everybody knows where Chinatown is right?"
To Pax: "Good seeing you here Shelby. How's the wife?"
-Billy Deva
At the afterparty, Gabriel nurses a manhattan while keeping an eye on the crowd, perched in a remote corner of the room like a gargoyle. Although no longer on duty, he seems to maintain his vigilant stance as a matter of habit.
But not completely lacking social instincts, he makes sure to individually congratulate each of the Hestia fighters on a splendid performance.
Jean let Tracer use her as a crutch as she poured her healing touch into her. Her physical wounds were gone almost instantly, but it would still be a moment to shake the cobwebs out of her head.
"Easy Ambi. It's all over now. Pax is playing celebrity and you two had one hell of a fight."
Tracer doesn't have many wounds, but they quickly heal. She is suffering from extreme exhaustion, and while Splicer's healing seems to help some, Tracer isn't going to be herself for a while. Her ranting continues for about an hour before she seems to have collected herself enough to attend the afterparty.
Mothman shows up fashionably late to the afterparty, wearing a ridiculous pair of black goggles and ignoring the two drunken supermodels fighting for his attention. Instead, he's yelling at his cellphone oblivious to his surroundings.
"Chas, do ei look like ei am made ov monies? Tell Al Gore that if he wantz thee Mothman too sav thee erth then he wil hav too make a better offr."
-Mothman
"If I missed you in person earlier, I would like to extend my deepest thanks to all the brave Hestia operatives that saved my agents in Bhutan. If you ever need anything from me just say the word."
Billy Deva
Tess has been staggering around drunkenly babbling at people. Near the end of the evening she shouts "FUCK HIM, FUCK THAT DUDE. PUSSY CAN'T PULVERIZE HIS OWN DAMN COCK! FUCK!" She staggers out to leave and brushes up against one of Pulverizer's agents. "So I'll see you Friday an' we can talk, right?"
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