<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/oJihYM2.jpg)<br/></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Ah, it's one of the ones that defaults to 7? I wasn't sure if it was nWoD's 7 or oWoD's 5. So, yeah, ignore the "First Target Number 5" bit and you've got it right. Unfortunately, I can't seem to find a way to make E's dice roller show all of the individual die results in the nice 'dice roll quote' format, so is the way I've been posting them alright with you?<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Perception + Survival</strong></span><br/>Roll Result: Jasmine rolled: 5d10<br/>First Target Number: 7<br/>Second Target Number: 10<br/>Comment: <br/>Result: 2, 10, 7, 4, 6, <br/>For: 2, 1, 0, 0, 0, <br/>Total: 3<br/></div></div>Jasmine let out a slow, unsteady breath, letting the sudden tension in her muscles release. The body language and demeanor of the two giant cats told her that they weren't intending to make a meal out of her - at least in the immediate future. Honestly, Jasmine was a bit surprised; of all the big cats, Jaguars were some of the most aggressive and territorial.<br/><br/><em>Though jaguars also like to chew ayahuasca vines and hallucinate...</em><br/><br/>From her upright position, Jasmine took a few moments to assess her surroundings a bit more thoroughly, paying special attention to the carvings on the ceiling. The fact that she could<em>almost</em>understand them really annoyed her - like watching a foreign film without subtitles - but they didn't catch her interest enough for her to spent the effort necessary to understand them at the moment. Much more unsettling was that she currently had no idea where she was, nor any idea how she might have gotten there. Her fingers curled around the wooden haft of the spear that had settled into the bottom of the sarcophagus. She ran her fingers along it - another feeling of familiarity - and used it to lever herself into a standing position. She looked at the stone replica of the spear, noting the rivulets of blood coiling down the haft, then gently touched the tip of the spear with her finger.<br/><br/>"Ouch!"<br/><br/>Her spear was certainly sharp enough to do what was depicted by the statue.<br/><br/>Jasmine allowed herself the extra time required to take a few steadying breaths. She still felt faint; either she was having an incredibly vivid dream, or she really had woken up in a stone coffin, who knows how many miles away from the bed where she remembered falling asleep. But if she had been dreaming, wouldn't the pain from pricking her finger have woken her up? Jasmine brought the bleeding fingertip to her lips, gingerly sucking on the injury. Her eyes rolled back of their own accord - she shivered and let out a soft moan as her body was flooded with euphoria - a feeling of energy, of strength, of power. One that she had never felt before. It soothed her nerves and filled her with confidence, and before she knew what she was doing, she had reached out to one of the jaguars and let her fingertips run through it's soft fur.<br/><br/>Jasmine looked down at herself - at the strange material wrapped around her body. She reached down and pinched a small amount of the material between her thumb and forefinger - it seemed incredibly dry and brittle... Not like any type of clothing she had encountered before. There weren't any traces of her normal clothes, and she wasn't exactly in a hurry to see what she might have on beneath her current wrappings, so she moved more slowly than she would have otherwise. She padded across the room and out onto the landing, squinting momentarily as her eyes once again adjusted to the change in lighting.