In reply to Crossfire (msg # 47):

OOC   Patience... I distracted the GM with my process question. For which I am sorry.

The old man's scowl redirected to Crossfire. His tanned and weathered face was hard to see clearly in the shadow of his hat, but the smile that pushed his amply creased cheeks was clear. For that matter, so was the image on the bolo tie he wore. Within the circle of the clip, the shape of a wolf, back arched high, shined gold on silver.

Reaching up to touch the feathers, he said, "These don't make a chief. But in here, that doesn't matter. If you want to make a complaint, we have a place where you can take your comments, and this man can take you there." The chief indictated Quiksit, pausing for emphasis.

"Or..." Stepping to the side, he opened the other door, allowing a better view of the scene behind him. "...you can come in to where we keep the meat fresh. In here, we listen to your complaints by the dollar, or privately for twenty. Your choice."


 

Still perplexed by Quiksit's odd blank SMS and feeling nauseated from the potant fragrance of unflushed feces and potpourri, Vibro focused on the small object. She was getting nowhere with it. If she were to succeed in her attempts, there was the possibility that the excess of force could damage it.

Distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching the door, Vibro was keenly aware of the time, and what was in her hands. Actually, what was in her hands anyway?
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Damn this thing.

Vibro, quickly wrapped the object in a tissue and placed it carefully in the bottom if her hand bag along with her mobile, and paused for a few seconds to listen more closely to the sound of the approaching footsteps.

The familiar click of stilettos, inexpensive by the sound of them, were easy for Vibro to distinguish as they approached. A giggle accompanied the steps, followed by the tinny voice of someone on the other end of a mobile phone, another female by the tenor. The steps faltered once or twice nearing the door.

Confident that she wasn't about to step out into a shit storm OOC - Pardon the pun, Vibro flushed the toilet, stepped out of the cubicle, and innocently washed her hands. Conscious of getting to the buffet before the numbnuts started a firefight.

As expected, a stiletto heeled woman pushed through into the toilets, holding her mobile to her ear, still giggling. She stopped at the sight of Vibro, visibly tried to gain focus as she wavered, said "Gotta go", lowered the phone and sidled up to the sink next to Vibro with a lazy-eyed smile. Her dress left little to the imagination, but she had an oversized purse that she plonked next to the sink.

"Winning big?" the woman asked loudly as she looked at the other woman through the mirror.
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Vibro smiled shyly without making eye contact. "Duìbùqǐ, wǒ bù shuō yīngyǔ.. OOC - Sorry, I don't speak English

Paying little more attention to the newcomer, Vibro made a quick last adjustment to her hair, nodded slightly, checked her bag and in the manner of one accustomed to being ignored, left the bathroom and headed to the buffet to meet up with her companions.
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Crossfire, fully alert at last realised he knew that guard - it was the damn lizard in disguise, no need to wait for privacy after all. It is just Quicksit, the dude with the wolf necklace and himself present right?

Looks pretty noisy in there, you got any private tables?

I've just come up from DENVER by way of the PLAINS and need to WOLF down a quiet one before I party like there's no tomorrow.

Let me make up for that shabby quip about feathers by buying you a beer.

The emphasis he used for his buddy Denver's name was slight, Crossfire hoped it would be clear for Blackwolf but not so clear as to transmit on any hidden listening devices.

Quiksit continued to pay attention to the developing situation but tried to maintain his guard-like posture. While gradually chewing on the accumulation of raw meat in his mouth, like some reptilian cow chewing its cud.

As Vibro opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the casino foyer, the smell of stale cigarettes mixed with sweat and cheap perfume assaulted her. Breathing deeply and savoring the moment, Vibro was grateful beyond account to be free of the ungodly stench within the bathroom.

The old Chief's eyes went wide at Crossfire's coded message. He recovered quickly however, with a fleeting look at the muscle next to him. Completely oblivious to the conversation however, the man next to the Chief had his attention on the security guard, the look on his face a mix of disgust and wonder.

"I think you've come to the right place then," the Chief said in his slow deep voice. "Come in and grab a seat, or better yet a booth. We have thirty to choose from."

Had she not checked her bag and left when she did, there was a good chance that Vibro would have been missing items from her purse. All was accounted for though, due to her keen intuition. She'd seen enough drunken women in her time to tell when one was putting on more of a show than necessary. Her efforts were amatuer at best.

Closing in on the buffet, Vibro noted the scene and caught the last snippet of conversation between the old man and her teammate. Strangely, another security guard had shown up and Quiksit had disappeared.

Vibro paused to take in the scene that confronted her. The old native American has got to be the our target, the muscle next to him would therefore be Barry, his babysitter. He looks none to pleased, God knows what Crossfire has been saying. Need to get Barry away so we can talk to the Chief in private. Where is that damn lizard? If he managed to get Barry's mobile number we might have a chance.

Glancing at the security guard, standing disinterested at the buffet table, Vibro's thoughts turned to poor Ed. Was there an avenue there for a distraction?

Conscious she needed to act soon, or risk drawing unwanted attention to herself, Vibro focussed her keen senses on the four antagonists, and sidled up to Crossfire. She contemplated giving him another peck on the cheek, but decided instead to put her arm around his.Darling, here you are. Who are your new friends?

From her new perspective, standing arm in arm with Crossfire, Vibro could see past the old man and his minder for the first time. Looking somewhat shocked and disgusted at the den of iniquity that met her eyes, Vibro quickly decided on a course of action.

This may be our best chance, hopefully the lizard isn't too far away, if this doesn't go to plan we're gonna need some muscle of our own.

Vibro unlinked her arm and pushed away from Crossfire. "What the fuck? You disgusting pig!  So this is why you wanted to come here." Hoping Crossfire would run with the improv,  Vibro slapped him hard across the cheek.

Turning her anger towards the old man, Vibro continued her outburst. "And what are you looking at you disgusting old pervert. You make me sick." Grabbing a tray of food from the buffet table, Vibro hurled the contents towards the old man and the guard next to him, hoping to shower both with the foul smelling, fly infested offal that obviously passed for food in this joint.
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Crossfire was too stunned for words. So much for his clever plan to get the chief on his own and find out what was going on. Damn me for having a liberated girlfriend he thought.

Crossfires lightning reflexes were primed for action but he decided to feign being flatfooted to give the chief time to react, then he might follow the chiefs leed.

Quiksit was pretty sure he hadn't seen Crossfire say anything before Vibro went all maximum burn, so he figured it was a scam, and not a response to Vibro suggesting a multiple breeding session with his Greek mate.
He waited to see Vibro's next play while fingering the ativation stud of his laser in case he had to bore a neat ventilation hole in the forehead of Barry.  Though he remained ignorant of Barry's name, he did have a pretty good concept of what he'd look like with his brains oozing out onto the floor.  And in truth, with 9 or 10 billion humans filling the tiny land masses of the planet he couldn't see that one less would be much of an issue.

The red mark upon Crossfire's cheek would most likely last all night, a reminder of his allegedly feigned subordination. He'd been slapped before by Vibro, but this one felt like she meant it. She didn't seem to have the same conviction when it came to throwing food about though, as most of it ended up on the floor and walls. One particular piece of carcass impacted the wall with an explosion of maggots, the delicacy a particular disappointment for Quiksit. But all of it save a few flecks missed the old man and his guard, both of which unnecessarily and instinctually ducked at the barrage.

A smirk touched the edge of the guard's face as he observed the exchange, but checked his watch and pushed at the old man in the direction of the other buffet. They seemed none-the-wiser for the ruse. Barry then redirected his attention to the cud chewing guard standing idle by the food.

"Hey, get these people moving. They're either in here or back out on the tables. We don't need this shit. We don't pay you to stand around and eat that crap either." Looking at Crossfire, Barry shook his head. "If I were you, I'd shave that dog and teach it to hunt. Guess they don't grow a pair naturally in Denver."

With that, Barry turned to usher the old man into the other Buffet.

Disappointed with her partner's inaction, Guess I must have hit him too hard, and dislodged his brain cell, Vibro decided to up the ante, and with Barry's back turned, this seemed like an ideal opportunity.

Stepping to place herself between Barry and the guard at the table, Vibro faced Crossfire with arms on hips, and shrieked hysterically. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE AND LET HIM TALK ABOUT ME LIKE THAT. "  and quieter, but with conviction and emphasis on every word, so as to highlight the significance of what she was saying. " If Daddy hears about this, you'll see none of his millions, and then see how you live the highlife."

Recalling a typical bikie gangster she had dealt with on her travels on more than one occasion, and in the same no nonsense, don't fuck with me, or I'll rape your mother tone, so as to make it appear to have come from the guard behind her, Vibro carefully changed the tone and pitch of her voice, adjusting the sound ever so slightly so as to make it seem like it had travelled slightly further, and preventing the sound from travelling towards the guard. She hoped she had judged her positioning correctly and that neither Barry nor the Guard would notice her.

" Go fuck yourself Barry, you wanna mess with me? Come here and I'll rip your ugly fuckin' face off."
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Barry had already begun to turn at the sound of "millions", a gleam in his eye. But that gleam was immediately replaced with a look of bubbling rage. Shoving the old man harder than necessary, his beady eyes took focus on the guard in the middle.

To Quiksit's surprise, the suited guard next to the old man had rounded on him in fury. Vibro caught the sound of  popping joints as Barry's hands balled up, white knuckled. In a low tone filled with acid, he demanded, "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

Quiksit immediately and instinctively bared his teeth at the challenge and his tail rose up behind him to slap down the approaching Barry.
The guard bearing his teeth seemed an odd gesture to Barry and the table behind the guard falling over suddenly for no apparent reason probably seemed stranger still.

Quiksit took a few steps forward and virtually hissed, "Me? I spoke no words neither to you nor to any of these people."
Then he took a few more steps with his hands outstretched in what seemed to Barry a gesture as if the guard meant to strangle him, but actually beneath the thin veil of twisted light patterns was Quiksit popping out his talons ready to rake Barry's soft pink face off.

OOC:  Quiksit is primed for combat. Maybe it is something in the way Barry is looking at him but Quiksit feels his lizardliness has been threatened by Barry and some primal rage is hitting him.... unless Barry instantly backs down in a big way... including lowering his head well below the height of Quiksits chest (basically bowing submissively to Quiksit) then Quiksit is going to slash his face.  On the assumption that Barry doesn't know the rutting rituals of another planet I have taken the liberty of rolling a 32 against Quiksit's unarmed combat skill.

That's an interesting reaction .... hold on, I recognize that reptillian hiss

Crossfire moved quickly next to Blackwolf and said,Quickly, tell me why we can't just get you out of here now.

Seeing his partner head towards the double doors, Vibro prompted him, trying to convey the urgency without spooking the old man, who may yet do something unpredictable.

"Get those doors closed, we don't want to attract attention."

Vibro turned her attention back to Barry, curious how he would react to Quiksit's advance. Although desperately wanting to hear how the exchange would go, Vibro knew it would be wiser to prevent any sounds leaving the area. Barry looked tough enough, but tougher men had squealed like children before when the rutting lizard started doing the wild thing.

Hit Locations  (AP/HP) 1-3   Right Leg  / 5 4-6   Left Leg   / 5 7-9   Abdomen  / 6 10-12 Chest     / 7 13-15 Rt Arm   / 4 16-18 Lt Arm   / 4 19-20 Head     / 5 Armour SR Penalty:

Combat Actions: Total: 3 Remaining: 3

Strike Rank: +13 Strike rank 18

Power Points Total: 58 Remaining: 49

Combat Skills: Evade: 51% Unarmed: 62% Weapon: xx% Manipulation: 51% Resilience: 51% Persistence: 51% Martial Arts: 61% Throw: 29%

Damage Modifier: 1d3

Hero Points: 6

Ongoing effects:

Other modifiers: +1d6 dam (sound projection)

Come on guys, hurry up ... unless you like where this particular story line is heading ... and it aint heading for the pink if you get the drift!