Session Start: Fri Sep 14 22:42:03 2001 *** Now talking in #Burned-Ice *** Topic is 'Game at 10pm EST, "Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven systems in one day? Biggest crash in history, front page, New York Times, , August 10th, 1988. I thought you was black, man! Yo, man, this is Zero Cool! Oh, shit!" - Hackers' *** Set by Macavity on Fri Sep 14 18:32:56 *** Macavity sets mode: +o GM- When last we left off, Chalk, Crystiana, & Macavity had surprised and captured two Triad BTL dealers part of the Triad clan that burned Macavity with psychotropic IC Natch, Moonlight, & Stitch were on their way to find a Triad Pimp, part of their trade in pfixed & brainwashed hooker & slave trade... ((so, onto Natch, Moonlight & Stitch)) ((game begins)) "So... how do you want to play this?" * Moonlight plasters myself tight to Natch side like a jewel " we walk in there and haul his ass outtttttt. " ((oops...)) * Natch looks around, gauging the civvie density "Well, how do we sort him out? attract his attention, or activitly seeking him?" * Natch smiles very slightly... he holds a hand up... ((Since it's just for effect, I'm not bothering to roll... ;-)) ((go ahead)) Stitch lifts, very slightly, up in the air. "Oh, I don't think we'll have TOO much trouble there, long's we can make sure of a lack of witnesses ffor a few seconds." ((?? I'm confused.)) * Natch lowers him to terra firma almost instantly ((Levitation spell ;-)) "And my... well, call it invisibility.... works on others as well." * Stitch looks at the ground in surprisement. " don't do that again. " "So, we make sure nobody can see... and I invis his hoop, and lift him up to a rooftop for as little... discussion." "In the event you make me feel like hurting you's required, you won't need to worry 'bout me de-graving you, I assure you" drawls Natch with a friendly smile * Stitch grins. "I'd love to see you try." "We still haven't decided how we want to locate him?" Natch's smile doesn't change. "If I tried... you wouldn't see it. But that's a GOOD thing, isn't it? Sicne we're on the same side?" he replies in teh same soft, friendly voice. "Now. How do we go about making sure no-one's looking when I pull the snatch?" * Natch continues, with his other hand, taking advantage of the beautifukl woman plastered to his side " thats easy. if anyone looks we take 'em out. " (( don't expect stitch to plan all that well. )) * Natch slides his shades down his nose, giving Stitch a LOOK. "No. We don't. That's messy, attracts attention, and inviolves people who didn't ask to be involved." " then they shouldn't be looking where its gonna get them involved. you have a better idea? " "I suppose I'll have to, won't I?" * Stitch tightens his grip on his bat and gives a sadistic grin watching natch think. "I guess we should start with heading over to his teretory, scouting abit, then i could try to attract his attention." * Natch nods slowly... "I was thinking Stitch here could engage the attention of the Pimp's girl, spend a little time keeping her busy, while we handle the rest." " fine by me " * Natch looks sardonically at Stitch. "Think you could handle getting some personal attention for a few minutes?" * Natch thinks for a second. "But just remember the girls aren't fair game. They're victims, not targets. Think you can handle that?" * Stitch nods and checks his equipment. "i'm covering the tab, for what it's worth..." ((/me gets an image he didn't need from that... ;-)) ((hehe)) ((Still there? ;-)) (( with the amount of cuts and slashes he takes he might need to check it once in a while. :) )) ((are people at the club, or outside?)) ((inside still)) ((Err. ok, I thought we stepped outside)) (( /me thought outside. )) The street is somewhat deserted, it being close to 1am...a few people wandering into/out of bars.. * Natch turns and heads toward where the pimp's territory is, keeping his eyes peeled... "Just follow my lead..." * Moonlight walks with Natch, plastered tight to his side, obeserving carefully the surroundings * Stitch walks behind the 2 towering over them like a Golem. keeping eyes open. ((Driving or walking?)) ((it's only a few blocks)) * Natch fondles Moonlight's body rather obviously, suddenly weaving a little, acting a lot like a drunk with a high-price call girl, humming a little, a happy tranq'd smile on his face. (( walking methinks )) ((Walking, of course)) As you walk towards the corner, you see a small ratty asian guy in a cheap neon suit and oil slicked hair, alternately groping and beating on a girl with slash cut, peroxide-blond hair in black latex who looks barely older than 12 or 13. Another hooker, just as little, but of asian descent, leans against the wall calmly watching all of this with a zoned-out expression on her face. Raucous laughter comes from a group of chinese kids in leathers as they leave the trio and dissappear into the bar on the opposite corner. ((Got cut off...?)) ((no)) (("chinese kids in leathers as th...)) Raucous laughter comes from a group of chinese kids in leathers as they leave the trio and dissappear into the bar on the opposite corner. As you approach, he smiles ingratiatingly at you and pulls the two girls towards him. "Hey man... can I interest you in a beautiful girl for the evening. Fine asian ass... Imported all the way from Thailand! Or maybe a local blonde?" He indicates the young girl he was beating before, and she flinches slightly then tries a hesitant smile. This close, you can see the makeup barely covers old bruises that match ones just starting to purple now. * Moonlight snuggles to Natchside, giggling, stroking im affectionate "Isn't she cute!" * Stitch walks over to him, smiles and takes the girls by the wrists rather forcefully. " I'll take these 2 " She walks up to Stitch and reaches for his hand, placing it upon her breast. As her eyes stare past Stitch blankly, she says softly. "Anything you want Mister." * Natch looks over the one being beaten slowly... "Got mine already, Chummer..." Natch slurs... "But my friend here..." cocks his thumb at Stitch "He's feelin' lonely..." He looks over the onlookers... ((damn..you guys are too fast :)) " got a room around here, girls? " * Natch tosses the girl a glittering credstik... "You be sure'n give y'r man there that after you make my friend's night, hm?" the peroxide blond points up a set of stairs.. * Stitch drags them towards the stairs. doesn't look all that interested. the girl, still staring blankly, catches the credstick and holds it out to the pimp.. " lets go then shall we " ((take notice of these descriptions....important to plot)) * Natch slides his hand down between Moonlight's legs, looking at the Pimp a lot like a biz-2-biz salesman might... You got a second, Chummer? While my friend's havin' his fun, we may be able t'make a bit've biz...?" "Sure thing..." the pimp eyes Moonlight up and down, licking his lips slowly.. * Natch looks around for somewhere out of the way, rather ostentatiously... * Moonlight giggles liek a good dumb, smiling * Stitch walks up the stairs with girls in tow He reaches out a hand to sqeeze Moonlight's breast, completely focused on her.. * Moonlight archs my back, presenting myself to him. * Natch leads towards an alley opening, getting out of the sight of the gangers * Natch wobbles a bit as he goes, acting zoned on SOMETHING the pimp looks a little nervously at the bar across the street, then follows Natch & Moonlight to the alley.. * Natch slurs... "Hey, what'd th'slitch do, t'need tenderized, heya?" ((Something tranq type, not hype type. IOW, working hard at looking very nonthreatening)) * Moonlight sways my way across the street, the tight dress showing of every curve of my body "eh? oh nothing really, just tried to shoot herself up with some heroine on a working night. That stuff's bad for business neh?" "I mean, most suits want a decent girl, not one all drugged up out of her senses." "Yeah, s'for customers, not staff" he chuckles blurrily... "Exactly my man!" the instant we leave the sigfht of the toughs, however... * Natch lifts his hand and waves slightly, beckoning the man forward as his other hand fiddles at the fastening of moonlight's dress ((Though he seems to be having difficulty, and doesn't accomplish much)) the pimp eyes Moonlight hungrily... * Moonlight giggles, trying to help Nath opening my dress(butwith no result of course) * Natch l;aughs blurrily. "Hey, c'mere, gimme a hand with this, hunh?" the pimp steps closer into the alleyway, out of sight of the street now.. ((As reasonably close to a full desc of the alley as possible?)) * Moonlight giggles louder, starting slowly to open my dress in his view the alleyway is your standard sewar full of garbage piled against one wall, and a 'mostly' refuse free opposite wall. Old rusting fire escapes shade the reflected light of street lamps from the back of the alley, making it dark and shadowy.. The alleway opens upon another alley along the back of the shops & apartments with a large metal dumpster near the intersection of alleyways. (( what were we hired to do again? :) )) ((get him alive for questoing)) (( I mean the big picture. )) The few windows facing into the alleyway are all closed and shuttered. and the rooftop is the kind of cheap flat tarred rooftops many city apartments sport. * Natch tugs the dress fully open, leaning down to lick sloooowly up Moonlight's front "Samples?" he says, voice rough with arousal... * Moonlight snuggles to Natch, head turned to the pimp, watching him, smilling * Natch looks up and grins, turning a little , hand beckoning for the Pimp's approach... "C'mon, Chummer.... Can't talk Biz without a sample, hm?" the pimp reaches out to sqeeze and fondle Moonlight's breast with both hands out.. Natch's hand BLURS, it moves so fast... ((4d6+5 init)) * Moonlight presses my breasts eagerly into his hands "Oops' says Natch, with a quiet, nasty little grin, grabbing the fragger by the throat, astral eenrgies abruptly CHURNING and swirling... ((Levitation... how big's this guy?)) ((Will a Strength 3 be sufficient to haul him along with me, or do I need to cast on him too?)) ((he's small, only 150 lbs)) ((sure, Strength 3 should be fine)) 8d6 4 Natch rolls 8d6 vs TN=4 : 3 5 4 3 5 3 3 5 - 4 Successes ((scratch that, probalby 120 lbs)) 8d6 4 Natch rolls 8d6 vs TN=4 : 5 3 4 5 3 2 4 5 - 5 Successes * Moonlight steps back, fading from sight in the shadows ((No Drain... FAST lift)) Natch & the pimp soar onto the rooftops with the faint static crackle of astral energies... * Natch HAULS the fragger UP, at HIGH speed, twisting to slam him ass first into the bottom of a fire escape 3 stories up, a gun appearing in his hand... Roomsweeper, held hard to supprot the punk's weight by his crotch, but slanted up toward his belly, so he's held up by the gun barrel and Natch's hand on his throat ((ooh...nice)) "Surprise" smiles Natch nastily. "Meat's MINE, Chummer. So're you, for that matter" he says conversationally, looking up at his victim. "I get nervous though... loud noises and things, well..." he let's the man have enough freedom to look down at the sawed off shotgun digging into his pants "Now. We can do biz, or... well" he shrugs, hanging unsupported in the air under the punk' Well, MY guess is, you prolly live 10, 20 minutes with yer jonson an' yer guts blown out. You got a platinum Doc Wagon contract, Chummer?" a dark stain spreads down one leg as the pimp starts to whimper and groan, struggling futilely in Natch's grasp.. "ww...ww...what do you want!?" * Natch winces facetiously. "BAD news. Don' think much less'n that will save you, but you'll stay awake the whole time... while the crap in your guts spreads through your blood and poisons you wit' yer own drek..." "I got yer attention, punk?" he quivers too much to get any words out...mumbling incoherently.. * Natch continues to smile in an appallingly friendly grin. "I SAID. Do I have yer attention" * Natch lower the gun a bit, dropping the pimp's crotch a few inches in freefall before he SLAMS intop the gun barrel. "I can't HEAAAAR you..." says Natch with calm, quiet, happiness. "AAAhh!" "YES! YES!" "Please! Don't hurt me!" You see Stitch climb up the fireescape to the rooftop. "Good. Always good t'start a business relationship off with good, solid communication, isn' it?" "Now. Here's what I want t'know. Girl... [[Describes missing Runner]]... "Where's she at?" ((Natch accompanies the request by a Mind Probe...)) "I...I saw an unconcious blond with a lot of wired datajacks being hustled into one of the Triad reprogramming centers out in the warehouse district by Lou Chou." *** Disconnected Session Close: Sat Sep 15 00:12:43 2001 Session Start: Sat Sep 15 00:51:54 2001 *** Now talking in #Burned-Ice *** Topic is 'Game at 10pm EST, "Zero Cool? Crashed fifteen hundred and seven systems in one day? Biggest crash in history, front page, New York Times, , August 10th, 1988. I thought you was black, man! Yo, man, this is Zero Cool! Oh, shit!" - Hackers' *** Set by Macavity on Fri Sep 14 18:32:56 *** Macavity has joined #Burned-Ice (( omg he's back! wb! )) ((/me does the happy dance! ;-)) ((sorry bout that...my internet connection died)) *** Natch sets mode: +oo GM- Macavity ((What did you get last, Boss?)) (( mostly lots of spell rolling by natch is all ya missed I think )) "I ss...saw an unconcious blond with a lot of wired datajacks being hustled into one of the Triad reprogramming centers out in the warehouse district by Lou Chou. But that's it! I sss...swear!" ((the pimp Natch is interrogating)) ((lets plow through this so we can get to some combat)) (( agreed. )) (( between the 2 of us I don't think he'd resist much )) ((Natch has a Mind Probe anyway. He lets NO-ONE know this, but he has it.)) ((mind probe resisted by willpower?)) * Natch grins nastily, sliding the gun up to the punks belly, letting his legs dangle... ((Yep. Base Resist Vs 3. Subject to situation mods. I got 6 succ)) "Hands in your pants, punk..." the pimp continues to clutch at the hand latched around his throat.. * Stitch stands under them watching viciously. "Your life depends on how fast you can um on yourself" says Natch conversationally... "Since you had the bad taste t'mess your pants, well, you need a better explanation for it, neh?" the pimp continues to sputter helplessly.. ((Levitation's Tgt# is 5 w his susatining... )) * Natch lets go... rolls 8d6: 1·1·2·3·5·7·8·13 - T#=5 , 4 successes. And an unseen force holds the punk pinned "It..It's all Lou Chou's work...he got the equipment so we could make the girls do what we want them to do from the Corps.." * Natch lowers slowly to the groundm, aiming at the target spot, but letting his throat go... "Better get buys..." ((Err, busy)) "Aww..come on man! I told you everything I know!" "And if you get a drop anywhere but in your pants, I'm gonna have to make sure no questions get asked because you're too dead to answer, neh?" "Ok! Ok!" the pimp starts wacking off... "I don't want questions, Punk. So you need to give a BETTER explanation." * Natch doesn't especially watch, rather making a series of mystic passes, conjuring... ((what else are you doing?)) rolls 5d6: 1·4·5·5·13 - T#=3 , 4 successes. The poor punk bucks involuntarily when he manages to make a mess of his pants, and Natch makes a soft, gutteral sound, some word in a dark, unkown language... the Punk's pants, start steaming around the spreading wet stain, and a... THGING... manifests... looking much like Moonlight crossed with some horrible, insectile/demonic/undead THING, it coalesces in defiance of gravity, slowly and wetly crawling through the air up towards the Pimp's throat, sniffing hungrily... Natch lowers the pimp to the ground on his feet, the THING swimming through the air, circling between his throat and pants, snapping and drooling vilely * Stitch stares. the pimp whimpers, cringing from everything around him.. * Natch presses his finger in thesign for 'silence' to the Pimp's lips, grinning evilly "Recognize her?" says Natch to the Pimp. "She's called from your Seed now. Your blood. Your soul...." he says softly, voice as chill as the void * Natch waits for the Pimp to respond, glowering * GM- nods rapidly... The THING makes seductive motions, licking her lips... the needle sharp bloodstained teeth kind of un-cute her though. ((looks kind of like the Live Action Zeriam Anime)) "She's going to be there. ALWAYS. Held by her Hunger for more of what created her. You unnerstand, Punk?" "YES!" the word comes out in a sob... "But the ONLY way she's ALLOWED to HAVE them, is if you hurt your girls, or if you say ANYTHING about what really happened just now. To anyone. Or ask any Magic worker to examine you to find her. "She's PART of you now. Hiding in your soul. Watching. Waiting.... and she can have what she wants faster than she can be found." * Natch nods to Stitch. "meet us back where we made our plans, if you would, please..." "Oh Buddha noooo!" he cries softly, crumpled on the rooftop" "Don't worry... as long as you stay silent. As long as what REALL happened stays our little secret... you'll be safe forever..." "Yes! Yes it will! I swear!" ((alright, let's get a move on...back to the before agreed upon warehouse?)) * Natch smiles nastily, and slowly fades from sight... the Watcher gives one last long sliffover before diving into his pants and also vanishing ((Yep ;-)) ((Once wr're out of sight of the punks and all, Natch Drops Spiritwalk)) *** SpuN is now known as ChaLk The warehouse has seen much better days. One wall has a huge gaping hole in it, matched by a similar hole in the warehouse opposite it. The blackened remains of an old diesel garbage truck are plowed into the opposite wall atop twisted metal shapes that upon closer inspection resolve into charred metal limbs. ((fast forwarding to the warehouse itself)) * Natch seems to be having a hard time keeping a straight face, but is otherwise quite for the trip * ChaLk has some loud funkrock music playing as he cruises down the highway in his van, two soon-to-be-bodies in the back, under the careful watch of Mac & Cry ((whoops...)) ((everyone gathering at the warehouse?)) (( yup )) ((yup)) * Stitch gathers at the warehouse ((Chalk & Macavity are already at the warehouse, Crystiana has gone off to take care of some other biz)) In the back, past piles of jumbled containers, a fat man and little guy sit, duct-taped to two chairs. Chalk & Macavity are interrogating the two. The fat guy has most of his lower legs missing, wrapped in expertly done field dressings. "tell mE!!!...that's it...i just can't work with these people" * ChaLk turns back to the prisoners... * Macavity turns to see Stitch walking in * Stitch walks in. "need a hand?" "Hello Stitch...how did the other deal go?" " nice and easy " "Go for it. But not to nicely." "Your motivation is this...picture You are fighting to save your life...you need to tell the audience exactly what they want to hear...or u don't live...get it...there...thats better (as one man begins to weep slightly) * Natch snickers. "Well, the Pimp's going to have nightmare for months, and a REAL high cleaning bill." * Stitch pulls out a sharp jagged blade from inside his coat. 7d6 4 "emotion! cut, print!" Stitch rolls 7d6: 1·4·4·4·5·5·15 - T#=4 , 6 successes. Stitch rolls 7d6 vs TN=4 : 9 5 3 2 8 4 2 - 4 Successes "Got a blank chip for me to dump the notes and data to?" ((um...we need to dump one of the bots)) " I suggest you answer our questions " *** Stitch sets mode: +m *** Stitch sets mode: -o Kenwork ((Works ;-)) ((And a clever solution ;-)) "Why. I want to know why you dealt me those chips. And who ordered you to do so." (( naturally :) )) (Macavity says that) ((?me sighs & thinks Barbie's passed out :/)) *** GM- is now known as Fat-BTL-Dealer * ChaLk is standing...looking intently at the prisoners and Mac * Fat-BTL-Dealer weeps.. Lou Chou... * ChaLk moves his head in muttering something abouta close up... * Stitch approaches the fatty with his blade to his ear. "He's got some kind of deal with a corp...and we needed that ware your team had." * Fat-BTL-Dealer cringes from Stitch * Natch moves over to Mac, having dumped the map from the chip into his headmem and replaced the contents... he silently hands Mac the chip. "At the DOCKS!" * ChaLk turns to see Stitch "complication"" * Macavity takes the chip from Natch and nods " more specific. " "There's some kind of major deal going down at the docks tonight." * Macavity gasps * Stitch cuts into his ear at the base of the lobe not far. * Fat-BTL-Dealer gasps.. but enough to make it bleed. "STop! Please!" * Stitch grins savagely. * Natch flips his... well, it looks like a roomsweeper, but slightly odd, dropping the business end into the little guy's crotch. "Smmile, you're on candid trid cam..." "That's enough...give us the details and you will live." "The Container ship Hazou You is delaying casting off because it is being used as a meeting site between a non Japanese mega and the Triads. * ChaLk has a shouldersack over his shoulders, a slender black wire runs from a datajack in his head neatly into his bag * Fat-BTL-Dealer babbles...trying to save his life.. * Stitch is recording all this btw * Natch grabs the guys hair and yanks his head back HARD, smiling dispassionately down into his face "Hi there. Feel talkative?" ((too many torturers :)) " my toy, chummer. " ((I thought they were working on the fat guy?)) ((ah..ok)) (( ah )) (( nm last comment then )) "Feel free... I have his attention, you can do soemthing with it" smiles Natch *** Fat-BTL-Dealer is now known as Little-BTL-Dealer "it's all true!" rolls 9d6: 1·2·4·5·5·5·5·5·10 - T#=4 , 7 successes. "I overheard them talkin...some big deal at the docks." *** Little-BTL-Dealer is now known as Fat-BTL-Dealer * Fat-BTL-Dealer screams at Stitch's ministrations.. " I know you'd like to keep your body parts. and I know that I'd REALLY like to remove them, so you better keep talkin or I'm gonna start working. " "I told you everything!" rolls 10d6: 1·1·2·2·2·3·3·4·5·7 - T#=2 , 8 successes. * ChaLk sits on the ground between the two dealers and rests his elbows on their legs. looks back and forth at the two "seriously guys, I'm thinking that the best way out of this is to spill your...*looks, notices that both have soiled themselves* ...right...information...and fast, I don't know how long *jumping up and mockingly tries to hold back stitch* I can't Hold HIm for MUCH LONGER!" "No...we don't know anything more.." *** Fat-BTL-Dealer is now known as GM- * ChaLk stops goofing and looks at Mac questioningly The thin guy starts bawling out everything he's ever done since he skipped public school.. * Stitch cuts a little further. "Are you sure? think a little harder." the Fat-BTL-Dealer is starting to look like meatloaf in parts.. ((they don't appear to know much more)) * ChaLk shrugs to Mac * Stitch finishes the cut and removes his ear-lobe. * Natch digs the gun in a bit harder, looking at Mac over the guys head, out of either of their gaze, he mouths "Kill 'em?" silently, with a questioning cok to his head *** GM- is now known as Fat-BTL-Dealer "Just keep that as a reminder of who yer dealin with. * Fat-BTL-Dealer screams. "no..please.." "The only guys who'd know more are the Chou's..." * ChaLk grabs a roll of duct tape "I know, we'll be talking to them next." "Some names of Chou's boys?" says Natch, quielty, conversationally... * Stitch looks up at the others asking with a gleam if they want the 2 anymore k nmm/ * Macavity draws a holstered pistol and fires into each one at the throat. Letting them choke on thier own blood as they die. ((Yep... sigh. Face spam ... ;-/)) "We have enough." (( agh! no! )) I know the Chou's... " Hey! " * Natch laughs slightly. "Well. Short and to the point, at least" says Natch matter of factly (9shit i'm here, awakee)) "We've got one more stop to make." * Stitch grabs the fat one's head and tears it off. * ChaLk pockets the duct tape into his cargos * Natch bounces signals and fills the rest of the chip up, handing it back to Mac "On the map chip I handed you earlier is a map of an apartment building." * Stitch has a very savage grin of ecstasy cross his face. "Not on that one" says Natch with a slight smile. "You'll find it useful this way though. Have a look." "Lou Chou's younger brother, Tim "Tiger" Chou lives there, should be just gettnig home after a long night partying." * ChaLk walks over to the van and returns with a 10gallon gas canister...2/3's full... "I'd like to pay him a visit. Let the two of you ask him a few questions." * Macavity indicates Natch & Stitch * Natch whistles an odd, old sounding tune, still smiling softly, cuddling Moonlight as he waitsfor the next stage plan * ChaLk looks at Natch and chuckles (( noone seemed to think the removal of a head was strange...interesting. :) )) * Moonlight snuggles tight to Natch's side like a expensive jewelry "Dude, you may want to change" (indicating the blood spatter from when Mac shot the guy right next to you) ((Natch sharply divides legit and non-legit targets... and legit targets, he has NO scruples about)) * ChaLk looks at Stitch "You are SO not riding in my car like that" * Natch looks down at his dead-black outfit... "Eventually. Anyone close enough to see it on this, will have other things to worry about" The blood on Stitch's clothing seems to blend in. almost like its made of the stuff. ((The bullets sliced clean through the throat and spinal column...unusual for bullets unless they were APDS)) ((nm then)) ((/me notes that given the position, MOST of it would be spraying away from him, since natch was mostly behind the guy)) ((yeah, I aimed to not spray most of hte party :)) ((noted...but some might spatter...yer right..blends fast)) *** Fat-BTL-Dealer is now known as GM- ((One reason he stood there... )) ((give me some credit after all)) ((That's funny!)) "Basic black... good for SO many things' says Natch dryly ((the FATBTLDEALER: 'don't worry guys, i'll try to not get my blood on u")) ((LOL ;-)) * Stitch takes out what looks like a dentist tool and yanks a tooth out of the decapitated head. smiles and puts it in his pocket. he then tosses the head into the body's lap http://IsleOfShadows.Tripod.com/blueprints/apartA01.gif http://IsleOfShadows.Tripod.com/blueprints/apartA02.gif "One of these days, I need to figure out that whole makeover/fashion thing" * ChaLk shrugs and begins taking the cap off the gas can (( rip yank toss. *shudder* )) ((FWIW, anyone that's familiar with obscure old music, Natch is whistling Ween's "Cover it with gas and set it on fire" ;-)) "'Tiger' is heavily enhanced with Cyberware...he acts as Lou's primary enforcer & one of his hatchetmen...although recently he's been seen a lot more in public alone than usual." * ChaLk pours gas on the bodies...trying not to look at the head in the lap and it's toothless grin "So we might actually have to plan this." "Here or shall we do a quick recon of the building first?" " if we're gonna head to the building we might as well just do it in one shot. " ((Is Chou's room marked on the IC copy, btw?)) "little column B, but if A is open..." caps can, now empty and throws it into the open trunk of the car * Macavity waits until Chalk is done.. * ChaLk comes back... "anyone got a light?" * Natch heads out, looking... strained "Chou's room is this one, against the inside alleyway, between the stairs & fire-escape * Macavity hands a book of matches to Chalk * ChaLk grins * Macavity looks after Natch... * Natch makes sure to be FAR away at this piont, and waits for the others to catch up "Lets go take a look at the place.." ((fer fun i'll roll improve explosives)) * Macavity walks out to where Natch is.. * Moonlight follows Natch, still plastered to his side. * Natch intently doesn't watch the warehouse 3d6 4 ChaLk rolls 3d6: 1·2·3 - T#=4 , No successes. (( so we all die as chalk sets it off prematurely. )) * ChaLk comes flying back out of the building...beating down the fire burning at the edge of his longcoat * ChaLk stops...turns and runs back into the warehouse 6d6 6 ChaLk rolls 6d6: 1·2·3·4·5·5 - T#=6 , No successes. gah! 3d6 4 ChaLk rolls 3d6: 1·3·8 - T#=4 , 1 success. "/me SHUDDERS, going rocks still ((Grr. well, YOU know what I mean)) (( nope. :) )) * ChaLk turns around and shrugs ((ok, I presume we all load up and head for the apartment...anyone want ot stop and grab gear?)) "All well it was just a rental anyway...thank god i left my gear at the apartment" (( lol )) "taxi!" * Natch makes an odd noise in his chest, but is otherwise silent * Moonlight looks up at Natch. (( thats cinci spun, not here )) ((apartment = hotel)) * Natch wavers a bit, still somewhat unresponsive * GM- glances with some concern at Natch as everyone gets into cars... ((nevermind...apartment...that's right...confusing games)) rolls 6d6: 1·3·3·3·5·5 - Target number undetermined ((Eww.)) ((anyway, on with the game) * Stitch climbs into his car and it sags slightly as usual * Macavity holds open a door for Natch & moonlight.. ((sorry...seriously confused the games there...nevermind about he burning of the car thing...my van is parked OUTSIDE and goes back toh the apartment)) After a while, Natch sort of shakes himself, eventuially joining the others in the vehicles ((We've got Chalk's truck if I recall)) * Stitch waits follows chalks van. * Macavity takes Natch aside momentarily.. "Are you alright." * Macavity talks softly to natch.. * Natch seems distracted, shrugging. With clenched jaw muscles, very quietly, he just says "Will be." * ChaLk talks softly to GINSU "Do you have anything you can take to help?" * Macavity seems to understand exactly what Natch is going through. "Got weed?" says Natch in that vastly overtight, slightly trembling voice. "Otherwise, side effects. Better t'jus'go." "here, take one of these." * Macavity extends a small bottle of pills to Natch * Natch examines the pills rolls 8d6: 1·2·3·3·4·5·5·7 - Target number undetermined ((you're much better now...the shakes are gone, and you feel relaxed)) ((/me spocks and reseeds, though a reroll's not needed imo ;-)) has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3488 - average of 3.488 - error of 0.34286 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3525 - average of 3.525 - error of 0.71429 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3418 - average of 3.418 - error of 2.34286 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3472 - average of 3.472 - error of 0.8 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3505 - average of 3.505 - error of 0.14286 % ((There. Error & avrg bopth closish)) ((ok, everyone eventally gets into cars and we get to the apartment)) * Stitch gets out ((we've got blueprints yes?)) (( yes )) * ChaLk votes we go some in the front legitimatly, and some in the back, fire escapes)) The Tristan Hotel is an old turn-of-the-century hotel with only the barest modern conveniences jury-rigged onto the exterior of the building. Antennas sprout from windows and the rooftop as individual tennant attempt to get Trid beamed into the building. Air Conditioning units lean from every window, adding their dripping condensation to the light rain falling. The cornices of the building are blackened and crumbling from the acidic rain and pollution of Seattle. ion of Seattle * Natch assenses * ChaLk pulls on a baseball cap * ChaLk is sporting full trouble gear -the rifle sized stuff... * Stitch groans at the wet. ((- as in minus)) * Natch seems to find this all amusing, slightly. (( me and chalk in the non-legit way? )) * ChaLk shrugs... ((im for that)) (( since we the most obvious of the bunch )) ((+ radio or something for contact)) ((with the other team)) It's started raining again, and that cuts down visibility even more in the cold Seattle night.. "How neet do we want this, M'sieu Johnson-cat?" says natch, seeming to relax slowly ((Neat. Sigh. Sorry)) * ChaLk looks at Natch "I do believe that he's ... stoned" ((we've already got radio covered...I handed out some gear before)) ((cool)) >>Test << check >> <> * Natch informs the others of a couple of his frequencies and keys, making a note in his head-sec to change codes tomorrow * Stitch notes those "ahem...right...anyway..on with the plan" ((No, he just has the typical hermetic egotism regarding Mundies ;-)) * Macavity hands out small descrete looking radios with datajacks for those with datajacks, and small earpieces and subvocal throat mikes for those without * Stitch nods to chalk. "Shall we take the back way?" "We'll handle the front door then." * Stitch plugs in * ChaLk nods "As I said. We can just vanish him. Or do you want a litytle mess as a message?" "Let's figure that out after we find out what he knows." * Stitch nods to mac * ChaLk fixes the earpiece and subvocal in place and slots in his 'corder to his datajack " lets get up there first " * Natch ponders. "Shadow Mac then, Moonlight..." "Getting up there's not... much of a problem for me." smiles Natch coolly * Moonlight nods "alright, in 10, so that Chalk and Stitch can get in position." "I'll enter when the first of your groups do, unless there's a reason for me to warn you off." "Excellent, Natch." * Macavity nods to the others and scopes out the neighborhood.. rolls 10d6: 1·1·1·2·2·4·4·5·5·11 - T#=7 , 1 success. * Stitch heads with chalk to the fire-escape ((BLEAGH. Karma)) What looks like a wooden fence blocks off the alleyway at the rear of the building, but anything organic would long since have rotted away. The ancient extruded plastic slats even have ridges in it to mimic wood. Leftovers from a time when the neighborhood was more prosperous. * ChaLk closes up his van and then begins the long walk 'round * ChaLk scopes as he walks rolls 9d6: 1·2·4·4·4·4·5·5·9 - T#=7 , 1 success. ((Sigh. well...)) Water runs out of rusting waterspouts, and drips from the black, creaking metal fire escapes. * ChaLk takes along i nm (( how tall is the fence? )) Natchg... wavers. Becoming difficult, but not impossible to see. ((+2 to Per Tgt#'s, plus his black clothes and stealth stuff, eventually)) rolls 10d6: 1·1·1·2·3·3·4·7·14·20 - T#=5 , 3 successes. ((No drain at least)) rolls 10d6: 2·2·2·3·3·4·4·4·9·10 - T#=5 , 2 successes. rolls 10d6: 1·2·3·3·3·3·5·5·8·9 - T#=4 , 4 successes. ((No Levitation drain either)) * ChaLk walks like he owns the place, stops and ties his shoe by the back fence when in position * Natch just... flits... darting up into the dark sky and rain... * ChaLk talks to Stitch while they stand there in the rain "Getting up there's not... much of a problem for me." *mocking tone* * Macavity walks up to the front door and casually sticks his hand into the Maglock. Then swings open teh door for himself & Moonlight (( is the fence in the way? )) * Moonlight slides in, a glitering shadow of black and crystal. ::Ok. Moonlight and I are in. Heading up to the second floor:: * Stitch climbs the fire escape and helps chalk up "Stitch, make a door" ((You can just scale the fence easily...don't botch an athletics roll)) ((hold on a sec)) you need to roll this stuff.. ((k)) ((hey, that's what you hire a Mage for, right... witty banter? ;-)) ((and stealth checks...that fire escape creaks awfully)) ((i know...its good...)) 4d6 0 ChaLk rolls 4d6: 1·2·2·3 - T#=1 , 4 successes. ((athletics)) 7d6 0 Stitch rolls 7d6: 1·1·3·4·4·5·8 - T#=1 , 7 successes. (( quick )) (( although I think its nearly impossible for stitch to move up it without it creaking. )) 5d6 0 ChaLk rolls 5d6: 1·1·2·4·4 - T#=1 , 5 successes. ((stealth) * Natch hovers, shaking his head silently, nearly unseeable in the dark wet night, shrouded by magic ((ok...Stitch, you got one success, and yes it does creak.)) (whispered)"shhhhh" * Stitch makes his way to the second floor. * ChaLk goes up as well * Stitch waves chalk's gesture away with a flap of his hand. At the top of the fire escape is one window that opens out to the hallway. A short distance away from the edge of the fire-escape platform is the window leading into Chou's room. The window is about a meter away from the edge of the platform. * Natch lifts higher, gazing into the target's room... ((GINSU Talk: stupid ork doesn't know a 'shh' from a 'gesture')) * ChaLk looks around 4d6 ChaLk - Initiative 4d6 Total=13 4d6 0 ChaLk rolls 4d6: 2·4·4·5 - T#=1 , 4 successes. * Macavity draws a pair of silenced Brownings, making his way down the hallway with the pistols invisible amongst the folds of his trenchcoat. * Stitch reaches for the window thats an armspan away * ChaLk draws 1 colt manhunter and attaches a silencer * ChaLk checks his load...then, while he's at it the ammo in the gun * Natch watches silently from above, a slight amused smile on his hidden face, wndering what skillful, silent method the goon squad plans on using to get in, prepped to give background fire support... As Stitch reaches for the window, the fire escape creaks alarmingly as the bolts start to work their way out of the brick wall.. * ChaLk frowns sternly at the bolts ((anyone on the fire escape looking into the hallway?)) * ChaLk goes for the window to the hall * Natch rolls his eyes, backing up a bit to sit on the roof across teh way... THIS was going to get complicated * Stitch is looking in.. * Macavity extends a mirror around the corner of the hall to look up the way at Chou's door.. The door opens suddenly as a stocky man cautiously looks outside in the hallway.. Chou is massively built, especially for one of chinese descent. The augmented muscle bulges look almost comic-strip-superhero. And the cold lenses of cheap cybereyes makes him look cruel and menacing. ((roll initiative)) 2d6 + 7 4d6+8 GM- - Initiative 4d6+8 Total=27 2d6+7 Stitch - Initiative 2d6+7 Total=15 2d6+6 ChaLk - Initiative 2d6+6 Total=16 rolls 4d6: 3·4·4·8 - , No successes. 1d6+8 Macavity - Initiative 1d6+8 Total=9 ((hrm. Wonder how I do init...)) ((22 total, fwiw)) 3d6+12 Moonlight - Initiative 3d6+12 Total=23 ((Actions?)) * ChaLk speaks into his mic quickly, voice a bit strained <<>> << chou coming out. >> ::Flush him out, we'll take him here:: ? * Moonlight fades from sights, beside Mac. * GM- puts away the pistols and tightens the fingerless gloves on his hand (( I take it the window is closed. )) *** GM- is now known as Tiger-Chou ((yep, the window is closed)) ((but not latched)) * Tiger-Chou peers down the hallway listening for sounds as he holds up a large Ruger Warhawk rolls 10d6: 1·1·2·2·3·4·4·4·8·9 - T#=10 , No successes. ((Grrsigh. Well, makes the next decision easier)) (( ooooh there's TWO windows...oops..thats what lack of sleep does to you.. )) * Natch holds both hands out, dropping his hypostrike attempt as the fire 3escape tears loose, grabbing at the two hapless runners with his magic... ((no, they moved to the other fireescape)) (( one into the hall and one into the room )) * Tiger-Chou turns at the sound and fires out the window and ajoining wall, hoping to hit something.. *** ChaLk has quit IRC (Connection reset by peer) ((Lemme know when action 22 is so I can grab those two...)) 9d6 12 Tiger-Chou rolls 9d6: 1·1·3·4·4·9·9·10·11 - T#=12 , No successes. ((23)) ((Moonlight?)) * Moonlight closes in on the rooms door and tiger, stayinginvisible ((You're there, what do you want to do?)) ((hold action, waiting)) ((make a stealth check on the way)) ((TN 4)) 4d6 4 Moonlight rolls 4d6: 2·4·5·8 - T#=4 , 3 successes. 6d6 6 Tiger-Chou rolls 6d6: 3·4·4·4·13·14 - T#=6 , 2 successes. ((+8 visible btw)) ((I know, he's listening)) *** SpuN has joined #burned-ice *** Macavity sets mode: +o SpuN (( hehe autoshutdown? )) ((yup)) ((22)) ((anyways...what happened?)) ((The guy fired through window and wall at Chalk & Stitch blindly)) Natch's voice crackles onto comm[["I've got you both, just work as if the fireplace isn't falling..."]] rolls 7d6: 2·3·4·4·8·9·11 - T#=5 , 3 successes. rolls 7d6: 2·4·4·5·5·5·5 - T#=5 , 4 successes. << fine.... >> the fire escape tears off the wall but Chalk & Stitch remain floating as if they were still standing on an intact fire-escape * Stitch groans rolls 7d6: 1·1·3·4·5·5·16 - T#=4 , 4 successes. rolls 7d6: 1·1·2·3·4·4·11 - T#=4 , 3 successes. ((LOL. No drain)) * Macavity pipes in Rob Zombie - Dragula through the headphones, faintly (( I take it the guy was nowhere near hittin us? )) ((missed completely)) ((+8 blindfire is a bitch)) (( yeah )) ((16)) ((Chalk, you're up)) * SpuN reaches to his belt and pulls off a grenade...pulls pin and throws it throw the now broken window into the hallway "Fire in the Hole!" <> *** SpuN is now known as ChaLk ((oh shit)) * Natch sits above and across on the coping of the roof, dropping his own levitation to maintain Chalk and Stitch's ((moonlight, you have a held action...want to do anything as the grenade lands between you and chou?)) (( lol )) * Moonlight graps the granade and throws it far away from me. ((ack)) ((out the window or down the corridor?)) ((what ever is easier to throw at)) ((window)) ((LOL. "I'm rubber you're glue..." ;-)) ((note that you said 'flush him out' then charged in...i didn't see u charge, thus my...'move')) ((yeah, I didn't see Moonlight charge either, and she didn't mention she was doing it)) ((moonight? window or hallway?)) ((window)) * Tiger-Chou watches the grenade fly in through the window, get caught by an invisible hand and tossed and flashkicks the area past the hand... ((martial arts)) 10d6 10 Tiger-Chou rolls 10d6: 1·1·1·2·3·3·3·3·4·5 - T#=10 , No successes. ((target number?)) meanwhile, the grenade comes sailing out the window and explodes, covering Chalk & Stitch with red paint... ((4)) 10d6 4 Moonlight rolls 10d6: 1·1·1·3·3·5·5·5·5·17 - T#=4 , 5 successes. (( lol )) BAM!!! PAINT EVERYWHERE! (( ROFL )) * Natch rolls his eyes behind his shades * ChaLk sputters * Stitch swears. 11d6 Tiger-Chou - Initiative 11d6 Total=44 11d6 3 Tiger-Chou rolls 11d6: 1·1·3·3·4·4·5·7·10·10·11 - T#=3 , 9 successes. ((the image that pops into my mind is the one in the SR3 sourcebook of the exploded guy...hand out...body blackened...surprised look on his face)) * Tiger-Chou shrugs off the impact of the throw and rolls back to his feet, grinning ((LOL)) ((or the theif in 3rd Edition D&D)) ((holding the phallic object with the blackened face)) ((init 15)) * Stitch crashes through the window at chou * Natch lets THAT Levitation spell drop... bat raised and ready to strike. ((roll it...TN4)) ((friends in melee doesn't count cause you can't see Moonlight)) 13d6 4 Stitch rolls 13d6: 1·2·2·3·3·4·4·4·5·5·8·8·11 - T#=4 , 8 successes. (11S) ((wait +1 reach. make that 10 successes) ((stun too of course)) ((no +1 reach, his martial art style negates your reach)) ((ok nm then)) 10d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 10d6: 1·1·1·2·2·2·2·2·2·5 - T#=4 , 1 success. damn... ((wow!) ((ok, base damage?)) (( 11S stun )) ((Way to go Stitch!)) 11d6 8 Tiger-Chou rolls 11d6: 1·2·3·3·4·4·4·4·5·10·11 - T#=8 , 2 successes. (( 13D stun after mod )) ((/me reseeds)) has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3567 - average of 3.567 - error of 1.91429 % ((yeah, that sucked)) has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3541 - average of 3.541 - error of 1.17143 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3491 - average of 3.491 - error of 0.25714 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3576 - average of 3.576 - error of 2.17143 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3611 - average of 3.611 - error of 3.17143 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3551 - average of 3.551 - error of 1.45714 % has reseeded the die roller - 1000 dice - total of 3516 - average of 3.516 - error of 0.45714 % ((There ya go)) * Stitch swings the bat right at the head of Tiger. SMASH ((one sec...let me reroll that)) 10d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 10d6: 1·1·1·2·2·3·4·4·5·7 - T#=4 , 4 successes. ((melee tie goes to the attacker)) ((Still a heavy CHUNK ;-)) 11d6 8 Tiger-Chou rolls 11d6: 2·2·3·4·4·5·5·5·5·5·7 - T#=8 , No successes. ((ok, you hit him squarely, and he's out cold)) ((Stitch got 8 succ...)) * Natch drifts in teh smashed window.... * Tiger-Chou slumps to the ground, as his head rebounds from the baseball bat and then from teh wall behind him. * ChaLk hangs in mid air...wiping paint from his face * Macavity walks over "We should head out fast... that fire escape's collapse will attract attention..." * Stitch grins feverishly at his work ::Stitch, drag him into his roomf * Stitch nods and takes him in. * ChaLk joins the others inside * Macavity hands Stitch & Chalk the Duct tape.. * ChaLk begins taping * Natch shrugs and looks around for a small glass of water.... " nice job with that grenade... " as he's taping * Moonlight fades into view bhind Mac, stepping to Natch side. * ChaLk puts tape across the eyes too * Stitch wipes paint from his face * Macavity glances at Stitch and CHalk and hands them a towel from Chou's bathroom.. "Woulda been better had we had soem warning, though"... "I'd say that your diversion worked perfectly..." * Natch brinks a glass over and squats by Chou's head... "you said flush...i figured, what makes even a cyberzombie afraid...big boom, but i didn't want that so...anyways...didn't quite go to plan" * Natch focuses, concentrating, strirring the water with his finger, and the water clouds... rolls 10d6: 1·1·2·4·5·5·5·5·5·10 - T#=5 , 6 successes. * ChaLk finishes double taping, takes the towel and cleans himself up a bit (removing longcoat and wrapping it in the towel after he's done cleaning himself as best he can) * Natch holds Tiger's mouth open and his dribbles the liquid slowly in ((the paint dissolves under water, since it's essentially paintball paint - starch & food coloring)) * ChaLk is happy it's raining outside * Tiger-Chou chokes for a moment then opens his mouth wider ((roll reaction Natch)) * ChaLk goes and makes sure the door is locked 8d6 Tiger-Chou - Initiative 8d6 Total=28 ((err...TN 4)) 8d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 8d6: 2·2·2·3·3·4·5·5 - T#=4 , 3 successes. * Moonlight strokes her dress stright again, making sure it fits her wriggle free all around. rolls Initiative 4d6+5 - Total=18 ((Ooops)) rolls 5d6: 1·1·4·5·10 - Target number undetermined ((out of smokes, bbi10)) "sorry Moonlight, I don't try to paint people, like usually...just...anyway...Nice throw. did you ever play ball?" (( lol )) * Tiger-Chou suddenly puffs smoke from his mouth as a bullet comes flying out at Natch's face ((you can roll combat pool to dodge Natch)) ((ack)) 15d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 15d6: 1·1·1·2·2·2·2·3·3·3·4·4·5·9·17 - T#=4 , 5 successes. ((note blindfire due to tape)) ((whoops..forgot..)) ((unless he's got thermals)) ((oh he does...and spatial recognizer)) ((TN?)) 15d6 7 Tiger-Chou rolls 15d6: 1·2·2·2·2·3·3·4·5·5·7·8·11·11·17 - T#=7 , 5 successes. rolls 12d6: 1·1·2·3·3·5·5·5·7·9·11·26 - Target number undetermined * Natch almost leisurely shifts his arm, dropping the glass on Chou's face and twisting his arm to block... * Tiger-Chou watches in anger as the bullet merely flattens on Natch's sleeve and falls off.. * Tiger-Chou growls and suddenly chomps his teeth savagely.. * Natch GRABS ((initiative everyone)) 2d6+6 ChaLk - Initiative 2d6+6 Total=12 (( I get to knock him out again! yay! ;) )) 5d6+8 2d6+7 Tiger-Chou - Initiative 5d6+8 Total=24 Stitch - Initiative 2d6+7 Total=16 rolls Initiative 4d6+5 - Total=19 (( how big is this guy? )) ((bigger than Natch, smaller than Stitch)) ((not like that human from the club who was even bigger than Stitch...Triple-H dimensions :)) 1d6+8 Macavity - Initiative 1d6+8 Total=13 (( is it conceivable that stitch could hold him? note that Stitch is even large for an ork :) )) ((sure)) * Tiger-Chou flexes against the duct tape and the chair back breaks apart under the strain, splinters flying in every direction.. * Tiger-Chou rips apart the duct tape bonds in a sudden burst of chemically induced fervor 16d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 16d6: 1·1·1·1·2·2·3·3·3·4·4·4·4·4·9·10 - T#=4 , 7 successes. ((yeah, that upped his strength a bit)) ((19)) ((back)) ((roll initiative Moonlight)) 3d6+12 Moonlight - Initiative 3d6+12 Total=22 ((give me a sec guys...looking up chemicals)) ((So, unfortunately, did the drug... otoh, it DROPS his Q -4, and Will - 6, and In -2.... )) ((next round...takes a second or two to take effect)) ((True this)) ((hold on, I have to roll bod against both chems)) 8d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 8d6: 1·1·2·2·2·3·5·7 - T#=4 , 2 successes. 8d6 4 Tiger-Chou rolls 8d6: 1·1·2·2·2·4·4·8 - T#=4 , 3 successes. ((Oh shit...he gets +2 from the stuff Natch gave him as well. Stitch isn't going ot be able to hold him at all...)) ((Nope. And Stitch knows it... he's not going to try.)) ((He also knows that when the drug hits, he's going to be more dangerous to himself than us)) ((init 22, moonlight, what would you like to do?)) ((She backs off and fades...)) * Moonlight graps the monowhip from under my hair and slices at tigers legs ((LOL. Sorry, didn't see you get back)) ((taget number?)) comm:[[WHen the drug I dosed him with hits in a few seconds, he'll get stronger... but clumsey, hallucinating, terrified, stupid, and weak willed..."]] ((um...4)) 14d6 4 Moonlight rolls 14d6: 1·2·2·3·3·3·4·4·4·5·5·5·5·5 - T#=4 , 8 successes. ((half impact vs monowhips right?)) ((yes, 10S base)) 11d6 Tiger-Chou - Initiative 11d6 Total=40 11d6 8 Tiger-Chou rolls 11d6: 1·2·2·3·4·5·5·5·5·9·10 - T#=8 , 2 successes. [["He's also not going to feel pain much... It'll fade and he'll crash in less than a minute after..."]] * Tiger-Chou leaps up only to have his legs sliced out from under him by a quick flick of the monowhip from Moonlight... * Moonlight then backflips while fading from sight. * Tiger-Chou flails around blindly, cratering the floor of the apartment with his bleeding fists... "Hold him...if you can..." ((combat over...)) * Natch flushes the venom spell, dropping it to dump tiger into crash... * Stitch grabs him. "i should stop this bleeding" * Stitch attempts to hold him steady "Tell us everything you know, Tiger..." says Natch coolly, and we'll save your life, stop the bleeding..." "uh...we don't have too long here..." * Tiger-Chou starts babbling about the deal going down at the docks, how his older brother abandoned him, replaced him wtih three martial artist.. * Moonlight fades back to sight behind natch, sighing. " and of course I can always start more. " * ChaLk stands by with his medkit * Stitch grins "The fuckin Stormriders are everywhere...they're here!!" "I hat this." again getting her dress in shape. "I'm not dressed for this." * Tiger-Chou starts trying to scramble away from the wall.. * ChaLk gathers up the fallen limbs (with rubber gloves on) * Stitch holds him * Natch sighs and pulls out his sawed off, holds it to Tiger's head, and pulls the trigger... instead of a BOOM, however, it's more of a SPLAT! * ChaLk tosses the limbs to stitch a clear gel splatters and seems to sink straight into his skin * Stitch takes then and grins. "These are nice!" (( the limbs are cyber)) (( woohoo! )) (( how much they worth? )) "What a fraggin' mess..." "if we want any info i gotta start now!" * ChaLk begins first aid " just the way I like it. " 7d6 10 ChaLk rolls 7d6: 1·4·4·5·7·10·11 - T#=10 , 2 successes. * Stitch aids chalk * Tiger-Chou colapses into unconcious...laying on the floor bleeding from the remaining blood vessels in the mostly cyber legs.. * Macavity lays a hand on Chalk. 3d6 10 Stitch rolls 3d6: 3·5·11 - T#=10 , 1 success. I don't think we'll be needing to get anything more from Mr. Chou. I believe Natch has everything." * Macavity glances over at Natch * Natch looks around, and grabs Tiger's face, and a close observer may note the violent trembling of his hands * Moonlight intensly checks my dress for any signs of blood, gore and dirt, getting it in wriggle free fit again. "Yeah... " says Natch, voice tight. "See is we can make this place look like something else happened while I drain his hoop.." * ChaLk is coated in red paint &/or blood, blue shades pushed up on his head, brow furrowed in concentration as I'm using a clamp to try to stop the arterial bleed while stitch applies pressure to the other limb "We letting this one live then?" says Natch absently, voice tight and shaking " are you sure we know everything we need from him? " "I'm just trying to to keep him here while u drain him, and or make up yer mind" * Natch drops his head with a thud. "Yeah." " good " * Stitch lets go "Doesn't take THAT long" * Natch stands, wiping his hands fastitdiously * ChaLk locks the clamps in place and stands up...drenched... * ChaLk shrugs... * Stitch stands and crushes Tiger's head with his foot. * Natch looks over to Mac, face closed. "So, what should this look like?" "you guys really don't leave me a lot to work with" "Stitch! there is sucha thing as neighbours! be a little courtious willya!" * Stitch looks at chalk. His eyes almost seem to glow with black euphora * ChaLk extends his middle finger and that fingers razor to Stitch * Moonlight poses, "do i look representable again?" "Somebody martial arts his windpipe for me while our gruesome twosome here salvages a little more cyber. But be quick" * Natch inspects Moonlight and nods with a smile, patting her hair. "As always..." * ChaLk begins a protest, but stops and looks around for garbage bags * Stitch picks up the legs and whatever else is left from the mess that looks like it could fetch a decent price. * Natch heads to the window, assensing quickly * ChaLk throws the bags on the ground, gathers his stuff and looks out the window * Stitch takes one of the bags and places the bits in it. "No fire, here, though. Just make sure no-one leaves prints..." * Natch bows his head a moment, focusing... * ChaLk goes into the washroom and gets out the clorox spray (( mac, anything else of value here other than the legs? )) * ChaLk has been wearing gloves for a long time now ((Natch too, of course)) * Stitch hasn't been ((Stitch: you could probably sell the corpse to Tamanous)) rolls 10d6: 1·1·2·3·3·4·4·4·8·11 - T#=6 , 2 successes. * ChaLk runs around the room spraying chlorox * Stitch takes the whole thing in its pieces to his car. (on surfaces) (( when they leave of course )) ((as opposed to people)) * Moonlight looks at ChaLk, "Hmm, can stuff be used on latex to make it shine?" * ChaLk sprays Stitch's back when he's not looking after a pause Chalk responds: "...lubricant" * Stitch spins around and glares at Chalk. He's not impressed. rolls 7d6: 1·2·3·3·4·4·8 - T#=3 , 5 successes. rolls 8d6: 1·1·2·4·5·5·7·8 - T#=2 , 6 successes. * ChaLk grabs his jacket -in-towel and stands ready * ChaLk returns the chlorox, spraying the bathroom while he's at it ((what is Natch doing exactly?)) "Well, mt dress could need some buffing, its not made for this." *** Tiger-Chou is now known as GM- ((that will throw off any detection spells at least...ruin dna sampling too)) * GM- walks over to Natch.. "What exactly did you find out from him?" ((eek..should be this)) ((well... this is a mana thing, it doesn't effect anything but nmagic traces and symbolic/ritual links)) * Macavity walks over to Natch "What exactly did you find out from him" ((the previous is like God coming down from the clouds..)) "Let's discuss it elsewhere, shall we?" ((/me bows in the presence of GM-)) ((lol)) * ChaLk goes to the door and checks peephole rolls 10d6: 2·2·2·2·2·3·5·7·7·9 - T#=7 , 3 successes. ((Bleagh. Hm. Karma)) rolls 7d6: 1·2·3·3·4·10·10 - T#=7 , 2 successes. ((Chalk roll perception)) 4d6 0 ChaLk rolls 4d6: 3·4·4·4 - T#=1 , 4 successes. ((-4 to all Per Tests vs Natch, all spectra/senses)) ((you don't appear to see anyone out there)) rolls 9d6: 1·1·3·3·3·3·5·9·13 - T#=5 , 3 successes. <> ((WHEW. God Bless Trauma Dampers... ;-)) ((No Drain ;-)) ((it's 3am game time, still the first night)) << good >> * ChaLk draws his silenced colt and covers it with the towel/jacket and checks to see that the others are good to go * Natch ... fades... the window shatters, and the vague, hard to focus on image of Natch seems to almost step thrpough the wall as much as the window * Stitch takes the bag of stuff and body and stands ready ((i did clean myself up as best as i could...still pretty aweful sight)) * GM- steps over to the now open window, touches the windowsill and steps outside. * Macavity steps over to the now open window, touches the windowsill and steps outside. "We'll meet back at the club." ((Hrm... I can only carry so many people...)) * Macavity drops from the windowsill to the ground below * Stitch nods. "After you chalk." <> ((Ahh, NM ;-)) * ChaLk opens the door, peeking into the hall ((everyone else has vanished...just Chalk & Stitch left)) Moonlight and Natch don't seem to be anywhere on the ground, for what it's worth... ;-)) 6d6 4 Macavity rolls 6d6: 2·3·3·5·7·7 - T#=4 , 3 successes. * Macavity melts into the shadows of the alleyway as he slips out ((make another perception chekc Chalk)) ((you too Stitch)) 4d6 0 ChaLk rolls 4d6: 1·2·4·5 - T#=1 , 4 successes. ((nothing Chalk)) 5d6 0 Stitch rolls 5d6: 2·3·4·5·11 - T#=1 , 5 successes. * ChaLk walks out into the hall the hallway still appears to be empty. The only signs of a fight inside, the broken glass on the floor... * Stitch follows chalk out * ChaLk goes down the hall, checking around the corner to see if the way is clear * ChaLk makes his way to the stair << anyone down in the lobby, mac? >> * ChaLk goes down * Stitch follows * ChaLk pulls his baseball cap down low over his head ((make another perception check)) 5d6 0 4d6 0 Stitch rolls 5d6: 1·2·3·9·17 - T#=1 , 5 successes. ChaLk rolls 4d6: 1·1·1·3 - T#=1 , 4 successes. ((nope, the foyer appears to be empty)) * ChaLk walks out * Stitch follows * ChaLk walks to his van * ChaLk opens it,gets in, starts it up * Stitch heads to his car and drops his loot in the trunk then climbs in. * GM- appears a block away and summons his Mitsuzuki "Bakushin" Combat Bike to him, gets on and roars off towards Insomnia * Macavity appears a block away and summons his Mitsuzuki "Bakushin" Combat Bike to him, gets on and roars off towards Insomnia ((I've got to stop mixing up these two windows...)) * ChaLk drives off, exhausted